Whore Wife
by Mary Moore


FOREWORD 

How many married people realize only after a number of years have gone by 
that their "partner for life" is to them what the albatross around his neck 
was to the Ancient Mariner? According to divorce statistics, the answer is 
simple: too many. 

Those we least suspect may often be the most probable candidates for a 
break-up. Living outwardly normal lives, partying with friends, attending 
the local PTA meetings together, hosting backyard neighborhood barbecues, 
their inner lives a sham. Initially refusing to admit their marriages are a 
mistake, or simply too tired to go through life on their own, they often 
find their solace in alcohol or in back-street love affairs which leave all 
parties concerned the worse off. 

WHORE WIFE is the story of Linda Carney, a young woman who discovers her 
marriage is full of abuse and disappointment, cause for a drastic and 
sometimes degrading course of action. Her story, sadly, is a backdrop for 
too many in today's society. 

The Publisher 


Chapter One 

Linda Carney was upset one Saturday morning when her husband rolled over in 
bed, announced he could not fuck her, and fell back to snoring. 

It was the first Saturday morning in their entire marriage they had not made 
love. 

Tim, usually exhausted from working in the machine shop all day, had little 
energy left to fuck any other night. So Saturday morning, after an evening's 
drinking with the boys and a full night's rest, was the time Tim reserved 
for fucking his wife and getting his rocks off. 

Linda took it as her due. And when it didn't happen on this hot weekend 
morning, she began pouting and kicking Tim's leg every five minutes to waken 
him. He snorted in his sleep and kicked back. Linda turned on her side, 
sobbing and plotting revenge. 

Once a week was bare minimum, so far as she was concerned. Linda was a 
naturally sexy women, and she was already having to work off her surplus 
desire by masturbating often. 

If Tim couldn't make his weekly delivery, it was good-bye Tim! She didn't 
know how she would leave yet, but she would find a way. 

So, that very moment, she started plotting. First she would join clubs. She 
knew that by getting out of her house, she would meet people -- if not men, 
then women who knew men. She would enlarge her world. She pictured herself 
lost in a lollipop world of penises, picking from the best of the lot, 
savoring this one, and whiling away an afternoon with that one. 

But all this would take careful planning. She quietly sat up, careful this 
time not to waken her husband. 

Her determination nearly failed her for a moment as she looked at his sweet, 
handsome face and then his sweet, slack penis curled between balls and 
thigh. She sighed. It would take work and then might be to no avail. No, 
making a list of sexual alternatives would be the best bet now. 

She got up, jostling Tim slightly. But he didn't stir. Linda tossed her 
long, tangled blond hair back over her shoulders and strolled naked across 
the room to her dresser. 

She sat down before the mirror and picked up a pen. Lost in thought, she 
unconsciously tousled her pretty, sparse, blond pubic hair with it. Then she 
hit on her first plan and lifted the pen, moist from pussy lubrication, to a 
small white pad. She wrote: 

1. Go to the theater. 

She nibbled the pen between her lips and unconsciously savored the 
sweet-salty taste of pussy. 

The theater would be a good place to begin. FVERYBODY who was SOMEBODY in 
town went at one time or another. Mr. Hartman, the English teacher at Peter 
Zenger High School, directed it. Local doctors, dentists, merchants and 
teachers made up the cast. And visiting actors from Chicago starred. Linda 
completed her list: 

2. Take recorder lessons at Cedar House Music School. 

3. Become a Boy Scout leader. (She could meet all the fathers, hopefully 
some divorced.) 

She needed money so she had to think of a part-time job where she could earn 
extra money. So she wrote: 

4. Get part-time job, preferably night work. 

5. Take a sewing class and make sexy evening clothes and negligees. 

Linda set down her pen. She unconsciously began fingering her breasts and 
nipples. Her other hand swept to her clit and pussy lips. 

She spread her legs wide on the dresser stool. She straddled the bench 
easily and leaned slightly backward, exposing the full, lovely hairy area of 
her pussy to the minor. 

Her humiliation at having to resort to masturbation when a strapping man lay 
in her bed was overcome by the joyous feelings that her expert, practiced 
finger touches brought to her sensitive cunt. 

"Ohhhhhhh," she moaned softly as she dipped her fingers in her mouth and 
carried the wet saliva to her cunt hole. She leaned still further back and 
observed her pretty pink cunt, lined with folds and dripping with hot 
fluids. 

She gasped as the first pre-orgasmic waves swept through her groin. She 
moaned and her tits jiggled as she leaned back even further and made room 
for a middle finger up her juicy hole. 

It was at that point that her husband awakened. 

"Hi, honey," he greeted her softly from the bed. She saw his reflection in 
the mirror and halted the progress of her whipping fingers. 

She was embarrassed, but at the same time happy that he was witness to the 
measures she had to resort to because of him. She was sure now that he would 
have pity on her. 

A smile played around her mouth as she looked sexily up at his reflection. 
"Hi, honey," she returned. She tilted her head down so she could look up at 
him under her long lashes. 

"What-cha doin'?" he drawled, folding his arms and leaning back on the 
pillow. 

"Oh, just putting on make-up," said Linda with a straight face. 

"Which cheeks?" said Tim tongue-in-cheek. 

Linda laughed. "You got the idea, honey," she cooed and lazily began rubbing 
her crotch again. "Come help me," she cooed. 

"Oh, I like the way you're doing it just fine," Tim said, rubbing his half 
erect staff. "I like watching you. Do you do that often?" His tongue curled 
over the corner of his lips and teeth as he looked, not at the reflection of 
his wife's face, but at her acute triangle. 

"Come and eat me," she pleaded, ignoring his question. She saw him stretch 
his tongue out of his mouth as far as it would go. It waved wickedly in the 
air in her direction. "Not good enough," she announced slyly. "You'll have 
to come closer." 

But Tim merely whacked away at his hard-on. The smooth thick stick beckoned 
deliciously to pounce on it, take it between her moist lips and roll her hot 
tongue all over it. 

Watching her husband jack off in the mirror's reflection, she jutted two 
fingers in and out of her own moist hole. She moaned. 

"Oh, Timmy, oh, this feels so good. Oh, I wish you could feel how it feels. 
Mmmmm, it's nice. It's nearly as nice as your hot, thick dick up my soft, 
wet twat." She watched her husband's expression fall. 

"Not as good, not as good," he retorted, glancing down at his hard tool. 

Prove it to me, she wanted to say. Prove to me that two fingers aren't worth 
one hard cock! 

But he wanted to play with himself, she knew. He glanced up every now and 
then to get an added turn-on. 

He continued rubbing his thick fingers up and down his stiffness and now and 
again dipping a hand under his balls. He spit hard into his palm and draped 
the wet saliva around the firm, rubbery cockhead, whacking it even more. 

With finger and thumb he rubbed rapidly over the sensitive area and closed 
his eyes, moaning. 

Linda looked up, sighed, and continued on by herself, knowing full well that 
interesting her husband in a twosome at this stage of the game was a lost 
cause. 

Never mind. She was entering the heights of passionate delirium herself, and 
a partner right now would only be a distraction. 

She continued to finger her little erect clit, budding nicely now wider the 
continued stimulation. Farther and farther she stretched her thighs apart. 
More and more of her pretty pink cunt was exposed to the mirror. 

"Ohhhhhh," she began panting. "Oh, man, oh, oh, that feels good, oh, honey, 
come here, come here and finish me off. Oh, help me, honey!" She was nearly 
sobbing now, sobbing with the stress of nearing relief and not quite 
arriving yet. 

"Oh, honey, oh, oh," Tim was moaning himself from the big queen-sized bed. 
He was working on his tool like he was a Boy Scout rubbing a stick to make a 
fire. 

His heat was up, and he felt the burning desire surging in his balls about 
to be expelled. He watched his wife throw back her tanned shoulders and moan 
in ecstasy. She was quite a voluptuous picture with her long wavy blond hair 
flowing down her back nearly to her curvy buttocks that were riding hard on 
the dressing stool. 

"Ohhhhhh, more, oh, please mom," she was begging now of her fingers. "Oh, 
man, oh, make me come again. I've barely begun." Linda knew she was good for 
two or three more times. 

And each time, she knew from experience, would be different. She knew that 
there was infinite variety in her orgasms. Some were deep and silent inside 
her. Others were sharp, quick and electric and achieved by hard, insistent 
rubbing on her clitoris. Some were long and expansive. Some were short and 
merely minor peaks. But whatever gave her relief... she couldn't complain. 
They were all paths to the same glorious height! 

She tried for a repeat performance. She let them travel where they wanted 
throughout her crotch, over the fine but dense strands of blond pubic hair, 
over the soft inner thigh skin, down into her moist, sweet honey hole, back 
into her sensitive, tight anal hole. 

"Mmmmmmm," she moaned, feeling the powers rise within her again. It was like 
a wave hitting the shoreline. Linda saw Tim eye her magnificent 
hand-maneuvers in the mirror and bring himself to orgasm. 

"Ngbngbngh," she heard him moan and watched his cream pour out again and 
again with every forward thrust of his groin until he was empty. Then he 
moaned and lay back down on the bed. 

In a moment he was snoring. 

Now Linda could relax freely. Even though it was a turn-on to have her 
husband watch her bring herself off, she was more relaxed when there were no 
spectators around. She thought now she'd try a few sexual exercises. 

She leaned back on the dresser bench, with her upper body hanging over the 
edge. That made her body spread itself even more. All the while she fingered 
and thumbed the smooth, soft, moist folds of her cunt-lips, moaning softly 
with every tiny thrill. 

Her free hand reached up to her softly swaying tits, pinching their 
sensitive nipples and railing them around in the palm. She touched her 
sensitive underarms, her soft neck. How she wished Tim were kissing and 
nibbling her now! 

A wave of disappointment passed through her as she sensed the reality of 
this lonely moment, and remembered her resolutions for a better future. It 
nearly depressed her. But she swore she wouldn't let it, not at a time like 
this. 

If she could have eaten her own pussy in that moment, she would have! How 
she longed to have the sweet sucking mouth of her husband upon it right now! 
He used to eat her off all the time. But not recently. No more. That was a 
thing of the past. 

She'd go for any man's mouth on her hot cunt right now, yes, any man's! Dare 
she think it? Yes, even a woman's! Why not? So long as it was a warm, sweet 
sucking mouth that could give her lasting pleasure, what did she care who it 
belonged to? The more male the better, of course, but she wouldn't complain. 

Thousands of fantastic images passed through her mind's eye just then. 
Sucking mouths hundreds of saliva drops dripping from them -- all pointed in 
the direction of her hairy cunt. 

They were all aimed at her like so many cannons. Closer and closer they 
came, each about to touch her with their barrel-like tongues. Finally they 
did touch her cunt, and tiny little explosions, thousands of them, went off. 

Meanwhile her fingertips traveled over her pussy, inside and out, prodding 
it into action. She felt deep inside her cunt walls, rotating her fingers 
around and around, widening the ever-wettening hole. 

"Mmmmmmm," she moaned. It was going to be a big one, she knew. Like a storm 
building. 

She stuck the ring finger of her left hand into her anus with a jolt, 
enjoying the tingling pleasure inside the tight sphincter muscle. She dipped 
that finger in and out of her shit hole and aroused all the sensitive anal 
nerve endings. 

Her middle finger jutted in and out of her cunt hole like a pile driver. She 
knew just where to brush back and forth over her delicate clitoris. 

"Ohhhhh, man, oh, this is too much, oh, I don't know if I can take it!" she 
cried. 

"Mmmmmmm, oh, do that again," she whispered, "oh, that feels good, oh, that 
feels wonderful. Mmmmmmm." 

Her temperature seemed to go up ten degrees at a time. She thrust her pelvis 
far up and forward with each digging-in of her fingers. Deeper and deeper 
they went each time, and the lower and lower sounded the sensuous growl in 
her throat. 

Her other hand kept squeezing her nipples as her cunt muscles squeezed 
together. She drummed up a new fantasy now, this one of a man even more 
handsome and virile than her husband, more dashing, more beloved, and with 
an even longer, thicker penis. 

In her mind's eye, he came closer, with his hand and his dick extended to 
her, mercifully, to put her out of the pain of her miserable desire. 

The phantom man's dick slid tightly up her twat, and she sighed out loud. It 
was such a contentment to have a man's thick dick up her, as if nothing else 
in life would please her. 

"Mmmmmm," she smiled, her eyes closed, feeling her fingers jut far, far up 
into her soft interior. 

"Oh, my God," she said aloud, "oh, oh, oh, here it goes, oh, I feel it 
coming now, oh, at last, mmmmm," and she whacked as hard as she could, 
unwilling to let the near-orgasm escape. She didn't want it to 
short-circuit. Neither was she patient enough to let it take its own course. 

She was sweating profusely now, between her breasts and between her thighs. 
The sweat droplets there were mixing profusely with the drops of juice 
lubricating her pussy. She smelled herself. It was a pleasant, erotic smell 
steaming from off her soft skin. She looked at her body stretched awkwardly 
over the dressing bench, her heels supporting and balancing her. She would 
be stiff after it was all over, but she didn't feel the least uncomfortable 
now. All she was aware of was the rising tide between her legs that would 
quickly alarm all the other parts of her body. 

She rubbed and rubbed, thrust and thrust. Now her body's resistance was 
about equal to the rising surge of orgasm. But the dam was about to give. 

She rubbed and thrust harder. At last her resistance broke and the wonderful 
quivers and shivers melted over her body. 

"Oh, oh," she gasped, "ohhhhhh," and she heard herself moan deep in her 
throat. She kept scratching the itch in her triangle and the soft pleasure 
released itself again and again, traveling up and down her spinal cord that 
grew rigid with every wave of the orgasm. 

When it subsided she nearly fell off the bench. But she regained her balance 
and didn't move. She kept passing her fingers again and again over the soft 
folds of her pussy. She fingered their now swollen, super-sensitive places, 
and ran her fingers through the thin hairs. She breathed rapidly, her chest 
heaving, as she tried to get enough air. Her heart was still beating fast. 

Oh, too much! she thought, laughing, too much! Oh, man, did that feel great. 
Fantastic. Now she wanted to hold Tim, hold his male hood in her hand, 
nibble his earlobe. Maybe, just maybe [missing text]. 

She eased herself to a sitting position on the bench and threw her left leg 
over with the right. She managed to rise to her feet, stiffly. She rubbed 
one ass cheek and groaned. It felt like the muscle was pushing right out of 
it. 

She took a step and groaned again. Then she felt better and walked slowly 
over to the bed, eyeing her prone and sleeping husband all the way. 

She got into bed, easing herself down along beside him. He stirred in his 
sleep and pulled her arms around his neck. She sighed contentedly and 
snuggled next to him. 

One of her hands slipped down to his groin. His dick seemed neither slack 
nor erect but somewhere at half-mast. 

"Later, honey," he whispered, "I promise." He was soon snoring again. 

"Like hell," she muttered to herself, but her body was too satisfied to 
complain. She fell asleep, determined to have Tim when he awoke, but 
promising to put resolution number one into effect that night. 

Chapter Two 

When Linda woke two hours later, refreshed from a deep sleep, Tim was flat 
on his back and snoring, still in the same position, except his fist was in 
his crotch. 

Linda smiled to herself. Only a hand stood between her and, her desire. She 
gently removed her husband's hand from his dick. 

When the hand unconsciously groped its way back to the pleasure root, Linda 
again gently laid it aside and then quickly replaced it with her own. 

Another quick movement brought her upper torso and head down to his crotch 
and she proceeded to do what she loved doing. She took the lowly slack penis 
into her soft wet mouth and began to suck on it. 

How she loved it when the drops of blood began filling into the penis veins, 
stiffening the instrument. He was still sleeping Linda chuckled at that. She 
wondered if she could pull off the whole thing without his even knowing it, 
without his even being conscious of it. 

She doubted it. And she didn't even think she wanted that since half the 
pleasure was his aggression. 

She licked around the cockhead, smooth and delicious. She licked her way up 
the penis shaft. She licked into the hairy balls and noted their soft 
pliability with the point of her tongue. She even licked the insides of his 
massive thighs. 

Again a wave of depression swept over her. How could she leave this body she 
had grown so to love over the last eight years? It was here she felt at 
home. It was those thighs she loved to crawl between and then throw off the 
cares of the world. Those thighs with the hard stiffness lodged between 
them... those thighs were her home, her own sweet womb. His cock was her 
relief! 

She shuddered to think of losing this home and took all the more care to 
delicately kiss and suck on Tim's stiff cock. She licked her way back from 
the triangle and up the post that was now rising like a tree trunk. 

Tim sighed deeply. She looked up at him. His eyes were closed but she knew 
he was awake now. There was a trace of smile on his face. 

She wanted to give him an extra special blow job this morning. After all, it 
could be the last one. She reached up and brushed his dark cowlick up off 
his sweaty forehead, before proceeding with her task. 

Her tongue, hot and wet, moved expertly up and down his shaft, which was now 
partly swollen, nearly half its full erect size. Linda steadied the ungainly 
limb with one hand while she sucked on it. 

She kept licking her lips to keep the penis moist. She licked all around the 
ridge just under the cockhead. She dipped her tongue into the pee slit. 

She hungered for the semen to come pouring out of that sweet hole and flood 
and engulf her mouth and gush down her throat. 

She sucked on the cock now like it was a big stiff nipple. She sucked and 
sucked. She made the hard prick very, very hard and very, very wet. 

Her husband groaned his appreciation for his wife's expert manipulations. He 
patted her on her blond head and gently pressed it further down into his 
crotch. 

Linda sucked on the cock all the harder. She ran her hands and fingers over 
her husband's flat belly, with its ring of hair around the navel. Then she 
ran her hand down over his hips, around over his firm, small muscled 
buttocks and over those magnificent thighs. 

And all the while she sucked. Her cheeks made indentations one minute, when 
she sucked in, the lower part of one cheek lumping out where the cockhead 
lodged, and puffed out the next. 

Suddenly she decided to take the whole large cock down her throat. She eased 
it out of her cheek and down, down, down. She took it easily, the result of 
many years of practice. 

She let him fuck her throat then, up, down, up, down. She suppressed her 
natural instinct to gag, and then it became easy. She sucked on the 
delicious instrument excitedly. It was near the bursting point. 

"Nghnghngh," her husband started to moan. 

"Oh, mmmm, ooohhh, that's nice, oh, yeah, there, like that. Mmmmm." 

Linda continued sucking. Then the desire arose to plunge her groin and cunt 
right down on the stiff protuberance. 

Yet she knew he was good for two more rounds, so she held out; she would eat 
him to fruition and then arouse him again for a good, long fucking session. 

"Ohh, honey, oh, oh, I'm going to come, I know, I, oooooh, oh, oh, man, 
mmmmmm, oh, oh, here I come, oh, honey, oh, you're beautiful, oh, oooooh, 
OOOOOHHHHH, AHGHGHGH!" 

And the delicious milky come spewed out of the stiff flesh right into 
Linda's waiting, eager mouth, right down her soft, silky throat. Again and 
again he creamed inside her oral cavity, and her tongue and lips 
automatically sucked all his cream out of him. 

"Mmmmmmm, ohhhhh," he crooned. "That was glorious. Oh, what a pet of a wife 
I have!" 

He pulled her up beside him then as he dozed off. Linda was patient. She 
would let him sleep ten minutes, then go to work on him once more. 

Meanwhile she enjoyed the warm closeness of being in his arms... maybe for 
the last time. For even if they had just had a fine cock-sucking session, it 
was not enough. Once a week, and then only maybe -- It was not enough. That 
was clear. Her mind was made up. 

She was a woman made for loving. Her desires were strong. No longer could 
she suppress them. No longer could she satisfy herself with fingers and a 
mirror. She needed a full-time male lover to do that. Every night love. 
Every night sex! 

Her fingers played with the dark curly hairs on Tim's chest. Her mouth moved 
to his mouth and her tongue pressed its way into the slightly open cavity. 
She kissed him in his sleep, deep and lovingly and longingly. 

She loved his musty morning odor, of sweat on body and face and even of 
morning mouth. It was human. She loved it all. She hungered for it all. Her 
tongue moved in the secret recesses of his mouth. 

And still he dozed. 

Suddenly Tim woke with a start. "Mmmmmm," he said, relaxed again, and 
stretched. 

Linda did not let his moment of consciousness pass easily. Her fingers went 
immediately to his spent, slack penis and began pushing and pulling it into 
action, and her tongue dipped again inside his mouth. 

Tim had no choice but to respond. He responded in a kiss, and his tongue 
found its way inside her soft warm lips. He stabbed the back of her mouth 
with his tongue repeatedly, and she hung from his tongue, bit it and sucked 
on it, unwilling to let it go. 

Then his hands came up and played with her large tits. He fingered their 
smooth perfection, tweaked the fine strong nipples between thumb and 
forefinger and slid his hands over the soft flesh. His wife's breasts were 
the loveliest he'd ever seen and one of the reasons he'd married her. They 
were quite firm, and she could often get away without wearing a bra, the 
only telltale sign being a barely detectable tilt and sway when she walked. 
It was a sign he watched for. It always turned him on. 

He cupped them in his hands, rolling them over and around in his palms. 
Linda lay on top of him full-length now, her arms around his neck, her 
tongue and lips engaged with his in another deep, arousing kiss. 

Her right hand slid back down to his cock and massaged it to keep it large 
and stiff. Her groin and pelvis were thrusting involuntarily forward, again 
and again, ready to encompass the dick. 

Linda felt her cunt muscles twitch and spasm, ready to receive the male 
member. Oh, how she wanted it right now, how she wanted to plunge her 
aching, horny cunt down on it right now. Then she couldn't wait any longer. 
She guided Tim's cock between her thighs, feeling for her moist hole at the 
same time. 

With her middle finger she parted her pussy lips and with her thumb and 
forefinger, she pressed the hard, rubbery cockhead into the opening. 

She sighed and panted, from both exertion and eagerness. Finally she 
succeeded in getting Tim's thick cock lodged halfway up her cunt hole. 

She began moaning. "Oh, Tim," she cried out, maneuvering her knees and 
thighs quickly in order to allow the cock to plunge the rest of the way 
inside her. "Oh, honey, you feel so gooood!" Linda smiled sweetly. Her eyes 
were closed, her head thrown back. 

She sat fully on his groin now and his dick slid all the way up her cuntal 
passage, lodging deep inside of her. 

She let out the lowest, longest moan that ever before issued from her lips. 
She never knew such satisfaction as when Tim's cock filled her to capacity. 
To be filled was what she always longed for, even unconsciously. 

"Oh, Tim, oh, I love it, oh, you feel so good inside me," she moaned, 
leaning forward and tonguing his mouth again. He reached up and mauled her 
tits. He pulled on the nipples. He guided her forward so he could lick and 
suck on them. 

Linda gladly gave him her breast. His tongue played titillatingly over the 
nipples, first the left and then the right. He sucked and sucked on both 
tits as Linda began riding up and down on his cock. 

"Mmmmmmm, honey, oh, honey," she moaned, feeling the stiff flesh-muscle 
thrust in and out of her. 

"Oh, you feel so warm and wet inside," he said softly. "It really turns me 
on... the way you do that... the way you pinch and squeeze with your pussy 
muscles, honey, mmmmm... ohhh, do that again. Mmmm." Tim held onto his 
wife's firm thighs now, guiding her movements up and down on his stiff 
prick. 

A gentle wind came up, tossing the shade slightly and undulating the 
curtains. The breeze felt cool across Linda's sweaty chest, in the valley of 
her tits. She leaned just then to suck on Tim's nipples. He often liked her 
to play her tongue over them and along the indentation in the middle of his 
chest. 

All the while she moved her hips up and down. When she looked over her 
shoulder, she could see her ass reflected in the dresser minor and Tim's 
beautiful prick stuck straight up, the cock-head disappearing into her 
groin. 

She moved steadily up and down, watching all the while. How beautiful it 
was, seeing herself move up and down over Tim like that. She wished now that 
the whole bedroom had been paneled with mirrors. The ceiling too. 

She and Tim had thought about putting up mirrors for a long time. She'd been 
all for it, but Tim, a little more conservative, wondered what their friends 
would think. 

"Oh, Tim," she had pleaded, "it's in all the magazines now. It's okay. 
Everyone's doing it." 

"Still..." he would say. "Let's wait." 

And then his job would make more demands on him, the mirrors never got 
bought and Tim wouldn't seem to care. So Linda dropped her pet project. She 
didn't plug it any more. Their lovemaking continued, without the mirrors -- 
good, but not nearly often enough. 

After thinking about those mirrors, Linda was resigned that this would 
probably be their last lovemaking session. So she was going to enjoy it to 
the hilt. 

She watched her ass go up and down in the mirror, as long as she could stand 
the crook in her neck. Finally she had to turn back around again. 

"It looks sexy, doesn't it?" said in. "We shoulda gotten those mirrors after 
all." 

"You're crazy," said Linda, pausing. "I wanted them for so long." 

"Well, it's not too late, is it?" said Tim. 

Linda just smiled patiently and concentrated all her efforts on what was 
happening between her leg. He was confusing her. 

She marched down and played with her little clit, itching to beat the band. 
She fingered it lovingly, trying not to scratch Tim's instrument of 
pleasure, wedged so prettily inside her. 

Every once in a while she would look don and watch. Seeing the mighty stick 
of a muscle going swiftly in and out of her turned her on. Feeling it plow 
in and out of her pussy tissues at once satisfied her needy cravings and 
made her want more. 

"Don't come yet, please, honey," she pleaded, looking up and seeing Tim bite 
his lip. 

"Okay, but stop a minute," he cautioned, taking deep breaths. "Let me hang 
on to it." He waited until he was fully in control again, and then proceeded 
to let Linda ride his cock once more. 

"Wanna get on top, honey?" asked Linda, tossing her blond hair back over her 
shoulders. It was matted with sweat. She was hot and uncomfortable. But she 
was still horny as hell. 

"Yeah," agreed Tim. 

"Then you can control it better, right?" said Linda sweetly. "Stop when you 
want?" 

Their bodies swung around, so Tim was mounting Linda now. She spread her 
thighs and he touched and felt her soft, hairy pussy with his fingertips 
before inching his prick full-length up her. 

She moaned, and threw her arms around Tim's neck and her legs about his 
thighs. She pushed her pelvis up to meet his every thrust with a 
counter-thrust of her own. 

"Oh, fuck me, honey, fuck me, fuck me," she crooned in Tim's ear, biting the 
lobe. 

"Mmmmmm, that's just what I'm about to do," Tim answered as he delved into 
her sweet honey pot even deeper and withdrew. "Man, you feel good." His cock 
thrusting in and out of her made a sweet sucking sound. 

Linda felt his balls slap pleasantly against her inner thighs. She felt his 
dick move in and out, around and around, pressing firmly against her inner 
cunt walls, as it kept plunging in and out of her. 

"Ohhh, too much," sighed Linda, hanging on fir dear life. She dug her heels 
into the mattress. Their groins ground together sweatily. 

All that could be heard in the bedroom was the sucking noise, the sound of 
slapping flesh and the moans. 

"Ohhhhhhh, honey, mmmmmmmm," Linda grunted deep in her throat. "Nghngh, do 
that, oh, do that, yes, like that, mmmmm, yes, ohhhhh?" 

Tim was thrusting hard and fast now. He reached around and took Linda's 
buttocks in his hands, squeezing the soft flesh as he thrust harder and 
harder into her dripping cunt hole. "Ohhhhh, baby, you're just great. Man, 
do you feel good!" 

He took a look back over his shoulder just then. Linda was so dazed with 
sex, she barely noticed, but out of the corner of her eye, she could see him 
watching their reflection. She too stole a glance and saw his fine muscled 
ass reflected in the mirror and pointed over her own slim body, her legs 
clasped around his calves. 

It was very sexy to see those two naked bodies in the mirror, she thought. 
It increased her ardor and she threw up her pelvis to meet Tim's own, 
feeling his dick bury itself deep and satisfyingly in the wet folds of her 
pussy. 

"Ohhhhhh," she moaned, "oh, honey, do it, go deep, oh, that feels terrific." 

"Oh, I'm going to come," Tim moaned. 

"No, honey, not yet, please don't come yet," begged Linda. He wasn't 
supposed to come yet, not for a while, by her calculations. This fucking 
session was supposed to last quite a bit longer. 

"Stop, then," gasped Tim, "stop a minute. Oooooooh..." Tim was clenching his 
teeth. "Nghnghngh. Ughgh." 

Linda looked up at her husband. His eyes were tightly shut. He was biting 
his lips. She knew it was nip and tuck. She rolled her eyes up in concealed 
disgust. He was making her angry. 

"Mmmmmm," he said then. "I think -- I think it's okay." 

"Well, that's good," said Linda, suppressing her anger in hopes that it 
would all turn out well after all. 

Linda squeezed her cunt muscles tightly around his dick. 

"Don't do that," begged Tim, biting his lower lip again. "Please!" 

"I'm sorry, honey. I couldn't help it." Linda's pussy was hot and eager to 
continue. It was terribly frustrating for her to have to stop like that, on 
the home stretch. She could hardly keep her cunt muscles from twitching. 

Finally Tim plunged into her again. It was enough to start her reeling in 
orgasm. She grabbed him tight and thrust her groin up against his again and 
again. She humped herself on his hot cock and just as she had begun to 
satiate her hunger, Tim began to come. 

"Nghngbngh," he moaned, pumping his hot liquid out and into his wife's 
craving pussy hole. 

Linda humped herself harder, anxious to take advantage of the still-hard 
erection before it withered. 

"Mmmmmmmm," she moaned, pressing harder and harder, and at last feeling him 
in the deepest recesses of her pussy, she humped hard, and came. She groaned 
loud and long with overwhelming pleasure. She panted hard and lay back, her 
arms and legs still clinging to her husband. "Ohhhh, honey, oh, that was 
great, mmmm, so nice! Wonderful!" 

She was in the oblivion of post-orgasm. She felt peaceful. Relaxed. She 
shook her head. She didn't want this moment to end. A trickle of semen was 
still rolling down her inner thigh. Her husbands burly body was heavy on 
her. She didn't mind. She rubbed his back fondly. 

All the tension was gone. Her lips felt full and sensual. She kissed Tim's 
neck and shoulders. She kissed his arms. She nibbled his ear. 

"Honey, oh, honey, it was wonderful." It was one of those rare moments when 
she was completely in love with her husband again. The moments of supreme 
satisfaction were rare. 

"It was nice," Tim agreed in a muffled voice. 

"Boy, I'm I bushed. Mmmmmm. Wow." 

"Honey, you're wonderful, I'll do anything for you. Anything." Linda was 
serious. She'd forgotten her plans to leave him. She forgot her list of 
resolutions. She forgot her decision to go to the theater that night to 
look... 

Why would she want to look for a man when she had one in her arms? 

So, Linda didn't go to the theater that night. She was convinced there would 
be a repeat performance Saturday night of the sex that had begun Saturday 
morning, which had only been a warm-up session as far as she was concerned. 

By the time she was ready for bed that night, she'd had so many arousing 
fantasies that she was hornier than a toad. Her body tingled all over. Her 
pussy was wet and expanding. She wore her short pink nightie. She read a 
magazine story while her husband took his bath. When he came to bed, she set 
the magazine aside and welcomed him with open arms. She was so sure he would 
desire her as much as she did him. Her body ached with need and passion. 

"I love you," she crooned. 

"Oh, honey, pot again," he said gruffly as he slipped out of his house 
slippers and swung his feet over into bed. He wore only a pair of pajama 
bottoms. He turned on his side away from her. 

"But Tim," she said, hurt and wanting to cry, "Why not?" she reached out an 
arm to touch his shoulder. 

He pulled away. "Honey, you're wearing me out. I hardly had any energy all 
day today." 

"Well, how much energy do you need to drink beer and watch the baseball 
game?" she snapped. Then she clapped a hand over her mouth. 

She hadn't meant to say that. She'd been walking on air all day. She'd 
cleaned and baked and even brought Tim a piece of chocolate cake right out 
of the oven, and hadn't minded as he scarcely muttered a thank you, and 
cheered a home run. She'd only smiled that he'd taken no heed of her, and 
she went on with her housework. 

She thought that since her body was so satisfied, she really hadn't minded. 
But she realized she DID mind. And now he was rejecting her sexually again. 

She crossed her arms over her needy body and pleaded, "Tim, I want you. I 
need you!" She looked over at him, his husky male form huddled to one side 
of the bed. He didn't answer. 

She despised him in that moment. She didn't even understand him. All her 
love for him, that had filled her all day, drained out of her in one moment. 
She cursed herself for not going to the play that night. How could she have 
been such a fool? 

"I hate you!" she said under her breath, and sharp, salty team stung her 
eyes. Her rage overwhelmed her. 

Tim, unaware of her misery, fell asleep. Linda dried her eyes on the 
pillowcase. She set her lips firm and didn't go to sleep for a long time. 
She vowed revenge. Her anger was all she'd needed to give her the strength 
and momentum to take action. 

Chapter Three 

Sunday was a quiet day. Linda went off to Livermore's only church alone, 
which she often did, while Tim washed the car. 

When she came home, she barely spoke to him. She fixed lunch. When he asked 
her anything, she only answered yes or no. All her feelings for him were 
gone, drained away. She was completely immune to him now. 

Only her plans filled her mind now: to meet a new man, to meet many men, and 
pick and choose among the brightest and the best! She thought her future 
looked bright, indeed. 

She did everything mechanically. She didn't see her husband watching her 
quizzically out of the corner of his eye, and she wouldn't have cared 
anyway. He seemed to know something was wrong, but couldn't put his finger 
on it. 

He frowned slightly and got up, pushing his chair back and belching. That he 
went to the television and flicked it on. The Raiders were playing The Bears 
today. He wouldn't have missed it for anything. 

Linda washed the laundry and made plans for the theater on Monday night. 

Tim looked surprised to see Linda all dressed up the next evening. She knew 
he'd probably planned a quiet evening at home and hoped they could talk 
about things. A shadow passed over his face. "Where are we going?" he asked 
sharply. 

"I'm going to see a play," she announced, somewhat shaken. She'd rehearsed 
this moment for twenty-four hours. But when, it came down to actually 
asserting herself, it wasn't too easy. She'd never gone anywhere by herself 
before. She'd only shopped alone and gone to church alone. She'd never gone 
out evenings alone. 

Tim got up and came towards her. His top shirt buttons were open and his 
slightly hairy chest was exposed. Linda suppressed a strong desire to nuzzle 
that chest. 

"Where? Where are you going?" said Tim, incredulously. "What play? Where?" 
He took her wrist and held it tight. 

Linda remained firm. She resolved to be strong, even though she was 
trembling. She pulled out of Tim's grasp and placed her opposite hand on the 
door knob. "Good-bye, dear," she said in a low, controlled voice. "I'll be 
back late." 

"Where are you going?" repeated Tim firmly. 

"Out!" said Linda sharply. "I'm going to a play at the Livingston Theater. 
The Palo Players. You've probably never heard of them." 

Tim studied his wife and she met his gaze firmly. "Why are you being so 
uppity?" he asked. He shifted his weight from one foot to the other. He 
looked at his watch. "You can go out. It'll be dark when you get back. What 
time's it over?" 

"Ten-thirty," Linda, answered her irritation growing. She started to open 
the door. 

"Who are you going with?" he demanded. 

"I'm going alone!" 

"Linda, you've never done this before." His face was red and he was 
sputtering. She'd never seen him like that and it frightened her. 

"Yes, that's too bad, isn't it?" Linda didn't wait for a reply. She got into 
the car and drove off, not looking back. 

She stopped for gas and continued on to the theater. 

Her seat was in the rear of the orchestra. It was not the most expensive 
seat, but then it was far from the cheapest. Here she could see, without 
being seen... much. This was all too new for her; she was not terribly sure 
of herself. 

Many couples arrived at the last minute. There was a general drone of voices 
as they were seated. They were still nodding and smiling and waving to 
friends when the house lights went down, and the curtain went up. A hush 
fell over the theater. 

Linda wasn't familiar with the play. But it hardly mattered after the first 
player made his entrance. He played the wayward husband, and Linda, after 
studying her program and learning that he was a visiting actor from Chicago, 
concluded that he was one of the most attractive men she'd ever seen. By the 
time the first act was over, she'd fallen madly in love with him, and 
wondered how she could manage to meet him. 

No wondering. She was determined to go to his dressing room after the play 
was over. She wasn't quite sure how that was done. But she certainly didn't 
want to be one of a crowd at the stage door as he slipped out. He would 
never even notice her then. 

She thought she might be able to use some subtle persuasion backstage with 
him, maybe of an erotic nature, without appearing too bold. 

"Francesco," she whispered to herself, as she studied her program, squinting 
in the dim light. 

The woman next to her looked at her sharply, and Linda realized she must 
have spoken aloud. She quickly closed her mouth and fixed her eyes on the 
play. 

She actually watched only Frankie, as he was called in the program. He was 
born of Italian parents, the program indicated, but his stage name was 
Frankie... Frankie Antonelli. He'd done summer stock in half a dozen cities 
and was part of a repertory company in Chicago. 

When the play ended, Linda asked someone who looked like a stagehand where 
Mr. Antonelli was. He looked curiously at her and nodded to a door. "Up the 
four stain, second room on the left." 

Linda felt the man's eyes on her as she skipped up the stairs. She meant it 
to be a light-hearted action, but nearly tripped on the top step. 

At his door, she paused, inhaled deeply and knocked. She heard voices 
inside. 

"Came in," someone called. 

Linda opened the door. 

Inside was a small gathering, mostly unfamiliar faces. Linda was 
embarrassed. She blushed and nearly stammered as five or six pairs of eyes, 
including Frankie Antonelli's, turned to her. She caught her breath. 

The three women present merely grunted and looked away. Linda sensed the 
intrusion of a pretty woman -- herself -- on their territory. The men smiled 
tolerantly. One was Mr. Hartman, the teacher and company director, whom she 
knew. He always smiled pleasantly in church, but now merely looked sharply 
at her. This was evidently his domain and one he was surprised to find her 
in. 

Linda was relieved where Frankie himself came up to her. "Yes, my dear," he 
said pleasantly, extending his hand. 

"You-you were terrific," smiled Linda. "I just wanted to tell you." She was 
trying not to have an anxiety attack in his dressing room, and decided 
quickly to make a firm exit before she did. 

"Thank you, thank you, how nice of you to come and tell me!" He held her 
hand and escorted her over to the small group. They were sipping drinks and 
watching her curiously. 

"May I have the pleasure of introducing..." he stopped. 

"Linda. Linda Carney," smiled Linda. She looked around at everyone, careful 
to make brief eye contact with each one. The men, even Mr. Hartman, smiled 
pleasantly. The women just nodded. They did not want to displease Mr. 
Antonelli, Linda concluded. 

At least one or two of them were making a play for him, she was convinced. 
She was nervous and excited. It had been so long since she'd been in a scene 
like this. 

Eight or nine years, to be exact, since before her marriage. How strange it 
seemed again. Awkward. But exciting! 

"Who are you? What do you do, my dear?" asked Frankie politely. One hand 
rested casually on her waist and the other held out a drink. "You're pretty 
enough to be an actress. Are you?" 

"Oh, no," said Linda, blushing. "That's very nice of you, but I'm..." She 
looked at Mr. Hartman who knew she was married, and said, "I'm just a 
housewife, I'm afraid." She accepted the drink. 

"Nothing wrong with that, is there?" Frankie's chivalrous manner disappeared 
for a moment. His stage manner was dropping. He was betraying his roots, 
Linda thought. That gave her more confidence. 

She smiled up at him, though he was not much taller than she was, and began 
a conversation. As she talked, she studied him, his dark hair paying at the 
temples, his sideburns, his handsome features, and his strong arms. He was 
very at ease with himself and that made her at ease. 

He asked nothing about her husband, and for that she was grateful. Surely he 
had noticed her ring. 

She found him looking at her body, but discreetly. He didn't make a point of 
studying her tits or ass with wide eyes and open mouth as some men did. That 
was nice to notice but not make a point of noticing. 

When he turned to refill her glass, her eyes dropped slightly to his crotch. 
His pants were tight. She could tell from the large outline there that he 
was well-hung. 

Flashes of hot and cold went up and down her body. She found him very 
attractive. She only hoped there would be some discreet way of handling the 
situation. She didn't know where it all would lead. She only knew that she 
wanted him that very night! 

Her gaze dropped to the floor. Mr. Hartman, tall, slender, and sharp-eyed, 
had been staring at her, as if reading her thoughts. Even though he was 
involved in theater work, he was still a religious man. She cringed inwardly 
and smiled outwardly. 

"We better be going," said Mr. Hartman to no one in particular. 

"Not so soon?" said Frankie, returning with Linda's refilled glass. He said 
to her then, softly so no one would hear, "You'll stay and finish this with 
me, won't you?" His gaze met hers warmly and she nodded. 

The others gradually made their way toward the door. The women kept darting 
curious glances in her direction. 

"Are you coming?" one of them said. 

"I believe not. I think later," she answered evenly, "as soon as I finish 
this." She held up her drink and stared the woman down. Inwardly she was 
snickering and thinking, Well, Linda, you have more guts than you thought. 

There were handshakes and good-byes and finally the dressing room door 
closed behind the departing group. 

Frankie turned, held his drink up, and said, "Here's lookin' at you, kid." 
He sipped his drink slowly, staring at her. Then he smiled. 

Linda recalled the line from somewhere, but she couldn't place it. She just 
pretended a familiarity with it. "That's sweet," she said, cocking her head 
sexily to one side. 

Suddenly she was getting nervous. There they were alone. She looked at her 
watch. It was ten-forty-five. She'd never been out this late without Tim. 
She wanted to run out, jump in the car and drive home. But she stood rooted 
to the spot. 

"You look like a frightened deer," Frankie said. But he was smiling gently. 
"I think I understand you," he added. 

"You do?" Linda said. She wanted to jump into his arms and fall into bed, in 
that order. I better do it fast, she thought, or I will rim away. 

Frankie took her hand just then, removed the glass from her other hand and 
took her in his arms. 

Suddenly she felt his mouth on hers, and her own melted into it. She felt 
his strong arms around her and waist. It was the first man in her arms, 
other than her husband, in eight years. 

Frankie was short, but broad-shouldered. He was older, probably forty. He 
was sweeter and more tender than in. At the same time, she discovered a she 
kissed him, he was much more sexual than her husband. It excited her 
terribly. 

Their mouths and tongues dueled passionately, openly. There was no pretense, 
just desire. Linda let go. She couldn't help herself. She was dizzy from 
suppressed passion, from the drink, from the bright lights, from the 
confusion of the evening, and from being in a strange man's arms. She was 
dazed over having achieved what she set out to do. 

She felt Frankie's hand grope her crotch automatically. She didn't mind. 

Should she feel for his stiff dick? She longed to. But she didn't want to be 
too forward with him. Silly, she said to herself, you've been married eight 
years. She hunted down his leg for his hard cock, till her fingers rested 
there. She squeezed it and the stage was set. 

Pinkie pulled her over to the couch. He sat her down and brushed her hair 
back over her shoulders, away from her face. "You're very beautiful," he 
said, breathing hard. He kissed her again. "I hope you know that. And I'm 
not just feeding you a line. Strange that you should come here, just when I 
was beginning to feel so lonely." 

"Lonely for a woman?" Linda asked. "Being on the road is rather lonely." 

"Yes," nodded Frankie. "Ate you sure it's all right?" He pointed to her 
wedding ring. 

"Oh, yes," she said. She felt absolutely no guilt, strangely enough. And no 
pity for Tim. She knew she was getting what she long deserved! Sex and a lot 
of it. If she couldn't get it in one place, she was going to get it in 
another! 

"Just so he won't come tearing in here, looking for you," said Frankie. 

"He won't," said Linda firmly. "I don't even want him any more." 

"Okay," said Frankie. "I won't ask." His mouth fell upon hers again and his 
tongue swiftly penetrated her lips, exploring her mouth. His lips were so 
soft. He covered her mouth with kisses. 

One hand went up to her breast and began kneading it. Linda groaned softly 
in her throat. It felt so good. She massaged his thigh and then his crotch. 
Suddenly she yearned to unzip his fly. She bent quickly. It was not easy. 
His pants were very light. 

Finally she got the zipper down and reached into his tight yellow shorts. 
She felt for the massive meat. It was wonderful, holding the nearly erect 
cock. 

"Ohhhhh," Frankie groaned, as she massaged it gently. It was soon as hard as 
a rock. 

Linda longed to take his dick into her mouth, but Frankie was already 
unbuttoning her blouse and plunging his hand inside her bra. 

"Ohhhhh," she moaned, feeling her large and ample tit in the hand of this 
skillful lover. He squeezed her nipple, pinched it lightly, rubbed it, 
pulled it, and sent Linda into ecstasy. He did the same to the other nipple. 
He touched her firm tits all over, until they were bunting out of her 
blouse. 

He helped her out of her blouse and bra. There she stood, nude to the waist, 
before her favorite actor. 

"Lady, how beautiful!" he crooned in his best stage voice. 

She grinned. He proceeded to kiss her tits, fondling them gently in his 
large, olive-skinned hands, passing them this way and that, squeezing them, 
and them expressing his deepest desire. 

Linda threw back her head and laughed. This Frankie was different from her 
Tim. He was up-front and yet he did not offend her. 

"Yes, you can fuck my breasts," she said, pursing her lips sexily and 
pushing her tits together. 

He planted a long kiss on the lips of her up-turned face, and then on her 
breasts. He licked them all over. He made them very wet and the nipples very 
sensitive. 

"Fuck my tits, oh, fuck my tits!" she cried. 

Frankie pulled his pants all the way down and stepped out of them. He 
removed his shirt. Then he took off his yellow shorts. He stood nude before 
her. 

"Lie down," he commanded her. She lay back on the couch, just touching the 
sides of her breasts with the palms of her hands. He mounted her belly and 
moved forward till his huge erect cock was over her chest. He inserted it in 
the canyon formed by her tits. "Ohhh, how sweet, how lovely," he crooned. 

His voice was so loud, she placed a finger over her lips and looked up at 
him pleadingly. 

"There's no one here but the night watchman," said Frankie. "It's okay." 

Linda nodded and was soon lost in the sensuous spectacle of seeing her 
breasts plowed by his prick. Back, forth, in, out, his thick muscle sawed. 
She held her tits tightly together, and each time his cockhead neared her 
mouth, her tongue darted out like a snake's and flitted over the pee slit. 

"Mmmmmmm, do that some more," Frankie said. He positioned his dick 
tantalizingly before her lips, anxious that she make the first move. 

She was happy to do so. She worked her way down till her lips were within a 
fraction of an inch of his thick cock. Then she lifted her head and, 
propping herself on one arm and with her left hand at the back of her head, 
she moved forward to take the cockhead in her mouth. 

It tasted delicious. It felt so thick and firm and hot between her lips. She 
licked all over the cockhead. She licked under it. With her tongue she pried 
the sensitive puckered area beneath where it joined the shaft of the cock. 

"Ohhhhhhh, what a lovely sight to watch you eat me, Linda!" said Frankie. "I 
love feeling your wet mouth on my cock. Oh, do it some more! Take it all the 
way in. Would you?" He said it gently. He asked. He didn't demand. She liked 
that. Yes, she would. Of course, she would. There was nothing she wanted 
more than to take his long, thick stick into her warm, succulent mouth and 
down her deep throat. 

She opened her mouth wide and the cock slid all the way in, and all the way 
down. She didn't even gag. She left her mouth halfway open, so Frankie was 
free to fuck her throat. It felt so good, the cockhead right in her throat. 
He fucked her throat for a few minutes. 

"Mmmmmm, nghnghngh," grunted Frankie. 

"Oh, man, that feels so fantastic." 

Then Linda grabbed his cock and pulled it halfway out. She began sucking on 
it like a lollipop. Then she pulled it all the way out and played on it with 
her lips. 

She gave it little kisses all over. She licked up and down the long staff, 
and down into the hairy balls, and up over the head and around it. She 
licked it all over. She memorized his cock. Every inch. 

She loved that cock. She knew already she would be a satisfied woman that 
night. She groaned silently, pleasurably, in anticipation. She closed her 
eyes, fingered Frankie's balls, and let her tongue loll pleasantly all over 
that stiff stick of pleasure. 

She felt some pre-come fluid in her mouth. She swallowed it. She anticipated 
gallons of fluid, when he came. And she'd love it. 

Frankie was fingering her thighs. Her sleek, soft flesh felt wonderful under 
his soft, sensuous touch. Higher and higher his hand rode up her skirt. 

Finally it rested on her already moist, juicy cunt, separated from it only 
by her thin panties. Her breath began coming in short gasps. He felt all 
over her firm mound. She got hotter and wetter every second. Her thighs 
spread automatically. 

He lifted her skirt and saw her lovely thighs. She became more passionate 
just watching him watch her. 

He fingered the slight cleavage outlined in her panties. There was a faint 
aroma of pussy in the air. She was thick with juices and dripping. She 
wandered if he could smell it too. 

Finally he put a finger under the elastic of one panty leg. She closed her 
eyes, and felt his finger probe her pussy lips, first the outer lips and 
then the inner. Finally the finger entered her wet and throbbing cunt hole 
and she moaned loudly. 

"Ohhhhh, ohhhhhhh, I can't stand it, oh, please, Frankie, please!" She gave 
his cockhead one last swab with her tongue and pushed him away and in the 
direction of her needy groin. 

Frankie began yanking at her skirt. He finally succeeded in puffing the 
zipper down and sliding the skirt over her hips. A quick tug brought her 
panties sliding over her thighs and down to her calves, exposing her lovely 
blond crotch. Frankie could only stare. He probed her hairy cunt gingerly, 
then cupped his hand over it. "So beautiful," he moaned. 

"Ohhhhh," Linda was moaning, her eyes closed. She shoved her torso down, her 
cunt lips taking the tip of his cock between them. She pushed her pelvis up, 
and the cock, half of it, slipped smoothly inside. 

"Oh, you feel wonderful," whispered Frankie. He pushed his cock the rest of 
the way up her hot, wet cunt, not stopping until be was deep inside her. 

"Ohhhhh," moaned Linda, her thighs working and pressing against his, her 
feet groping for a foothold. She pressed her hips and pelvis back as Frankie 
pulled out, or nearly so. 

Then back he came, pressing his hot, smoldering cock all the way up her 
again, thrusting harder this time. Together they began a slow, satisfying 
and undulating rhythm. 

The sofa seemed to rock back and forth, up and down. Linda's eyes were 
closed most of the time. She was conscious of only pressing down, to get 
more and more of the wonderful, stiff staff up inside of her. Frankie, who 
was propped up on his hands, gradually eased his weight onto her. His mouth 
came to rest on her own, and his tongue flicked her mouth, while his cock 
fucked her wet pussy. 

His tongue played about her half-open mouth, tasting her sweet lips. Linda 
sucked on his tongue, sucked like a baby sucking a nipple. 

His hands massaged her full tits, rode over and under her arms and down her 
hips and belly. His finger probed between her pussy lips for her rosebud of 
a clit and, finding it, rubbed it first gently, then harder and harder, 
rubbing it into a frenzy as he continued to fuck her pussy hole. 

"Ohhhhh," Linda was moaning, nearing her ecstasy. She thrust her hips up 
again and again, spread her thighs further and further apart, digging her 
heels into the side of tile bed. She thrust her pelvis up and down, up and 
down. She humped herself against his finger and his cock. 

Finally the great waves of orgasm began to rise in her pussy. At first just 
a pleasant itch, they grew and grew until finally she was calling out 
loudly, yelling, for more. 

"Oh, please," she begged him, panting. "Oh, honey, please, Frankie, oh, do 
it, oh, do it hard, oh, more, oh, please, oh, I'm commmiiinnnggg, OH, HONEY, 
OHHHHHH!" 

And her come took off, and she shook and shuddered from top to toe. "My 
God!" she yelled. "Oh, my God!" 

The juices spurted inside her cunt walls, great rivers of it. Her pussy lips 
were thick and swollen and sensitive. Her chest heaved. She closed her eyes. 

Frankie smiled down at her, having enjoyed watching his partner in the 
throes of orgasm. His stiff, thick prick was still inside her, halfway up 
her cunt. He had felt her cunt walls squeeze his prick tight, right at the 
height of her coming, and he nearly willed his own juices. 

But he managed to hold in tight. He wanted to make her come again. And maybe 
again. After all, they had all night. Or did they? 

He leaned down to kiss her warmly and wetly. "Oh, Frankie, you're so good. 
You... just so good..." Linda panted. She pulled him down on top of her. She 
wanted him again. 

Chapter Four 

"Please, Frankie, oh, please," Linda cried out, eager for another fuck. 

"Yes, dear, yes, darling," Frankie answered, amused at her ardor. Seldom did 
one find such a woman, he thought. 

She wondered if she were reading him correctly. His unspoken praise was just 
what her poor wounded ego needed, wounded by her husband's rejection of her, 
by month after month of her unspent passion. 

How she needed this man now! How she craved him! She held him tightly, her 
arms thrown around his back. Her legs were wound around his calves. 

He cupped one arm around her waist and lay heavily and naked across her 
ample breasts. She felt his heavy, warm, breathing in her ear. He nuzzled 
her ear lobe with his nose, then nipped at it. He stuck his tongue into it, 
reaching into the inner recesses of her sensitive ear. 

"Ohhhhhh," she moaned. "How did you know I was sensitive there?" She looked 
at him quizzically, innocently. What other secrets did this remarkable man 
know about her? 

"Many women are mostly there," ho responds. 

"Have you had may?" she asked hesitantly. She looked away. She didn't know 
if she wanted to hear his reply. 

"Well," he shrugged. "If you've lived as long as I have, you have!" He 
smiled. 

"You're married, aren't you?" she asked. "Yes." 

"How long?" 

"I've been married twice, actually. Ten years both times. I'm forty-two," he 
added. 

"That saved pie from asking," she said, smiling, but it depressed her 
slightly to learn of his commitment. 

She concentrated on the pleasant sensations he was giving her in her pussy. 
Slowly, he was rubbing his cock against the walls of her cunt, by going 
around and around, and hardly in and out at all. 

"Mmmmm, that's nice," she said softly, as she took up the rhythm. The 
sensations were delightful. 

Suddenly she felt him slip a hand under her buttocks. A finger inched its 
way along her ass crack. It searched for something and found it, thrusting 
right into her asshole. 

She started. She was frightfully sensitive there. It didn't hurt, but 
almost. His finger dipped in and out of her rectum, prodding apart the tight 
walls of her sphincter muscle. His movements relaxed her entire pelvic area. 
She became soft and pliable there. Then he began rocking forward and back, 
thrusting and withdrawing his thick cock, in and out of her. 

She rocked up and down on his smooth, wet stick. "I'd love to fuck between 
your ass cheeks sometime," he said directly. 

She opened her eyes wide. "We'll save that for a rainy day," she said 
finally. 

"I didn't mean to be disrespectful," he added, searching her eyes. 

They both burst out laughing. 

She cupped his chin with one hand and kissed his lips softly, then suddenly 
dug the finger of her other hand into his rectum. 

"You weren't," she said. 

"Mmmmmm," he moaned approvingly. "Really," he added, when he'd recovered 
from the initial shock, "have you done it that way before?" He wiggled his 
ass so her finger slid in deeper. 

She shook her head. "No, I'm afraid it would hurt. You've got quite an 
instrument down there. And so did..." she caught herself. "So does my 
husband." 

Frankie smiled. "If it's done right, it doesn't hurt... much. It can be a 
real high for a woman, so I'm told." 

They fell silent and became aware only of their bodies, and the pleasure 
each was getting, each was giving. 

He rose up on his knees suddenly, pulling his cock out. Then he lifted her 
knees, one at a time, over his shoulders. It lifted her buttocks off the 
mattress. She had no leverage now. She was at his mercy. She smiled weakly 
up at him and groaned loudly with the pleasure of his first deep stroke. She 
pressed against him as best she could. He began stroking swiftly now. 

She could hardly catch her breath. It felt so sexy to be halfway up in the 
air like this and in a man's control. He pumped in and out of her, in and 
out, until she grew delirious with pleasure. But he didn't stop there. He 
thrust hard into her again and again and again. Her pussy dripped with 
juices. She was brimming over with her sweet liquid. 

"Oh, Frankie, Frankie, you feel so damn good," she crooned. Her mouth was 
slack and half open. Her chin was up, her head thrown back, her eyes half 
closed. 

Suddenly he pulled out and lowered her hips gently to the couch. She looked 
puzzled. Her eyes opened wide and she looked at him. 

"What's the matter?" 

"I want you to eat me," he said. Without waiting for her to answer him, he 
walked on his knees up her body, straddling her on either side, till he 
reached her neck and shoulders. 

His cock protruded straight out and Linda was only too happy to suck on it. 
It looked delectable, pointing straight at her mouth. She grasped it with 
her hand and put her mouth over the knobby head. She moved her wet lips all 
over it. It tasted of her own cunt juices. 

"Like the flavor?" asked Frankie. 

"Mmmmmm," Linda grunted. She did. She wondered if another woman's cunt 
juices would taste as good. If so, a woman in bed with her wouldn't be half 
bad, she thought. 

She licked his hot prick and his balls till he was sopping. Oh, they tasted 
so good. She would go to hell and back to be able to suck on a cock like 
that one again. He seemed an inch longer than Tim, and half an inch thicker. 

"You look lovely sucking on my cock like that," Frankie said. He tousled her 
hair. "It feels so damn good." Then he said no more and she continued to 
jerk and eat him off. 

Her face contorted with the large cock in her mouth. She palmed his balls 
and inched a finger into his asshole. He groaned deeply. 

She sucked on him now with all her might. She wanted to suck him dry. She 
wanted him to come in her mouth and pour all his cum down her waiting 
throat. 

She wanted to taste the sweetness of his cum. She wanted him to fuck her 
mouth till he was all sucked out. She wanted him to fill her mouth to the 
brim with his delicious gunk. 

She ate him feverishly. She sucked and drooled all over his hard sword. The 
only sound in the room was her sucking and an occasional grunt from him. 

"Oh, baby, suck me off, suck me dry!" he crooned. His balls slapped against 
her face and cheeks as she ate him right down to the root of his stem. 

"Come, oh, come, baby," she called back to him, though her words were 
muffled in his groin. 

She could tell he was getting hotter and hotter, higher and higher. She was 
getting so excited herself that she was digging her teeth into his staff. 

"Ooooh, don't do that," he pleaded at one point, and at another, when her 
jaw slipped and her teeth nipped him lightly, he startled. "Ow, honey!" 

She kept pawing his balls with her one hand and thrusting a forefinger in 
and out of his anus with the other. 

She was getting worried about the late hour when all of a sudden he came. 
His whole body was shaking as he pumped his cum into her mouth. 

She felt his cream gush into her mouth, and she swallowed as fast as it 
came. 

For a split second she feared choking on it, there seemed so much. But she 
kept on swallowing. Finally she knew she could handle all of it. And what 
was left on his cockhead, dripping drop by drop from his flagging dick, she 
lapped up eagerly with the tip of her tongue. 

"Mmm, Frankie, you taste good," she said. And with that she took a handful 
of her long blond hair and wiped off his stem with it. 

"A noble gesture," said Frankie, impressed. 

She laughed. But she found herself getting depressed. She eyed his now-slack 
dick and felt the inner cravings of her still unsatiated cunt. 

Her fingers went to her blond mound and she unconsciously began playing with 
herself. She still needed more. 

Frankie eyed her. He was lying down beside her. Then he got up again. "Let 
me go wipe myself off," he said and went over to the small wash basin in the 
corner. He took a towel and wiped his dick. Then, putting the towel down, he 
picked up a brush and began slowly and carefully brushing his hair back in 
place. He took a hand mirror and brushed the back of his hair carefully. 
Linda stared. She'd seen nothing quite like it before. 

Five minutes later he was finished. She had to smile to herself. 

"You look fine," she said. "Tell me, do actors always take care of 
themselves as well as you do?" 

"Primp, you were going to say?" asked Frankie. "Yes, my dear, I, we, like 
looking nice. And since I must be on my way back to my hotel shortly, I 
thought it would be good to comb my hair." 

"Oh," Linda said. "Your hotel?" She just looked at him. She didn't know what 
to do with the great hot cravings still seething in her pussy hole. He 
wanted to leave already? 

He put a hand over her mound of Venus. "You didn't get enough dear, did 
you?" he asked. "I'm sorry. I guess after a play I just don't have the 
energy to go on forever." 

She looked at him. His change of attitude startled her. "Don't you care?" 
she blurted. 

He got all flustered. "Of course, I care. Well, what can I do? You come 
charging in here to a private party after the play. I mean, I didn't know 
you were coming!" 

"I have news for you, Frankie," she said. "I'm not coming. I mean, I guess I 
came once, but as they say, once is not enough." She got up and pulled her 
panties and bra back on, then her skirt and top. She pulled her panty hose 
in place and slipped into her pumps. 

Marching to the washbasin, she picked up Frankie's brush, pulled out the 
black and gray hairs and began brushing furiously. She was fuming. 

"I don't know what you're so sore about," Frankie said gently. "Really, I 
have a full day of rehearsing tomorrow. This doesn't have to be the last 
time, you know. You can come here again," he said. "In fact, I'll take you 
out. That is, if your husband doesn't mind seeing you around town with 
another man." 

"I'll have to think about that," Linda said stubbornly. "I don't know I 
don't know what he'll think. I don't even know what I think right now." 

"That's not uncommon," said Frankie gently. "We all have times like that." 
He pawed. "That's why it's good to have one's work to hang on to." 

"I don't work. Yes, I do work." She changed her mind, and continued 
brushing, hard, savagely. "I cook, I do the laundry, I clean, etcetera, 
etcetera, etcetera." 

"You're a housewife. That's not the same thing, I guess." 

"No? Well, I don't know what I can do." Linda paused. And frowned. "All I 
want right now is a man who cares about me, a husband or a lover, enough to 
make love to me every single night of the year." 

"Impossible, my dear." Frankie shook his head. "Except, perhaps, that's not 
true. You're lovely and you're sexy. Why shouldn't a man want to make love 
to you every night?" 

She wheeled around. "Yes, why not?" she implored. "I don't know what's wrong 
with me, Frankie. But I need it. I need it so." And she burst into tears of 
frustration. She held the brush to her crotch and wept. 

Frankie came over. "There, there, my dear, don't cry. Nothing's wrong with 
you. Please don't cry. Everything will be all right. Why, some women don't 
even like sex! There's something wrong with THEM!" 

He took bet in his arms and comforted her. She sobbed on his shoulder. Her 
tits brushed against his chest. 

"But Frankie," she sobbed, "I'm so horny. So frustrated. I mean, all the 
time! I can't go on like this. And now I have to go home to a husband who's 
going to wander where I've been for the last two hours." 

"Now I'm worried. Didn't you think of that?" Linda sobbed some more until 
she had no more tears. "I'm sorry," she said meekly and drew away. She 
didn't want him any more. She just wanted to go home. 

"Will you call me at the hotel tomorrow?" he inquired. "I'd call you, but I 
don't think that would be too wise." 

"Sure, I'll call," she said. "Where are you staying?" 

"The Roosevelt," he answered. "Room 825." 

"I'll remember," she promised. She paused. "Would you take me to my car 
now?" 

"Of course." He finished dressing, brushed his hair once more, and flicked 
the light off. "Avanti!" He guided her out, kissing her once more just in 
front of his dressing room door. Then he goosed her and she giggled. He 
placed her arm in his own and they walked together through the stage door 
out into the warm, seductive evening. She wished suddenly she could take him 
home with her. 

Chapter Five 

When she got home it was twelve-thirty. Tim was waiting up for her. She 
greeted him cheerily, but abruptly, gave him no opportunity to say anything 
and marched off to bed. 

When he slipped in beside her, it was she who moved to the other side this 
time, wrapping herself in the top sheet. She didn't want him to touch her. 
She'd had all the sex she'd needed that night, after all. When he started 
patting her ass, she ignored him. 

The next morning, she phoned the YWCA and inquired about their female 
assertiveness training course. 

"You're in luck," came the brisk reply. "The second six-week session begins 
tomorrow night. Fifty dollars. You can register when you come. Starts at 
730." 

And the woman hung up. Assertive little bitch, thought Linda. Well, if I can 
manage that after six weeks, it'll be worth the -- but where do I get $50? 

She had to think fast. Multitudes of ways went through her mind. Stealing 
from her husband... except she knew he never carried that much at one time. 
If she'd saved her allowance from last week, she'd have enough. But she 
hadn't. 

She could work temporary for a day, but those places usually didn't pay till 
Friday. That wouldn't do. She needed the money Wednesday night. 

The inevitable thought came to her. If she didn't have anybody to borrow 
from -- her girlfriends didn't carry that much money either, and if they 
did, they would want to know what it was for and she didn't want to tell 
anybody -- perhaps she would have to earn it in ways known only to the 
world's oldest professionals. 

The thought repulsed her at first. Then she thought, well, why not? What 
better way to get money fast? The only concern she had was that no one 
locally should know about it. Especially not her husband. 

But where could she go and get back in time to register far the course? 

Then the idea hit her. Chicago. Chicago was only 125 miles away. She could 
go and come back in a day and a half. The bus would be about twenty dollars. 
That much she had. She only needed a contact there. 

Frankie. 

She quickly called information for the number. She dialed. He was out so she 
left a message. She waited eagerly by the phone. Then she remembered that he 
would be rehearsing all day. 

She drove down to the theater. She saw him embracing the wife in the play, 
on the stage. Linda got horny watching. When the scene was finished, she 
walked through the door backstage and caught him. He was wiping his forehead 
with a handkerchief. 

"Linda," he said, surprised to see her. "What are you doing here?" 

"I called your hotel," she said, smiling. "But I thought I'd find you here 
faster." 

"Well, yes, but..." He seemed a little embarrassed. 

She drew him aside. "Look, Frankie, I have to talk to you. I don't know 
quite how to say this." She lowered her voice. "And it may sound cheap to 
you. I hope not. But I'm in need of some quick money. Do you know anyone in 
Chicago who can use my services for the night?" 

"Do you know what you're saying? Did I hear you right?" Frankie said. 

"Look, I'm in a financial bind, and I'll do just about anything to get opt 
of it." 

"How much do you need?" 

"Two hundred," she lied. She wanted it to be more than he could handle. She 
didn't want to borrow from him. She wanted to earn her way. She was 
determined. Even if it meant selling her body. Her soul. 

"Do you need an abortion?" said Frankie solemnly. 

She burst out laughing. "No, it's nothing like that. At least, I hope!" 

"I wish I could help you, but I don't have that much to spare. Isn't there 
another alternative?" 

"Do you know somebody, Frankie? Please! Someone with money." 

"Yes, I do, I'm afraid. A rich producer in Chicago. He'll give anything for 
a hot cunt like yours, if you'll pardon the expression." 

Linda winced. "You could have put it a little less bluntly." 

Frankie drew paper and pencil out of his pocket. He scrawled something on it 
and handed it to her. "Here's his name and address. He'll be in the phone 
book. His office is in The Loop." He turned to go. "I've got to get back to 
rehearsing. I'm due on soon. If you'll excuse me..." he moved away. 

"Will you call me, Frankie, or shall I call you? Do you think I'm terrible?" 

Frankie frowned. Ignoring the first question, he answered the second. "Let's 
just say I didn't know you had it in you." He turned abruptly and walked 
into the auditorium. 

Linda stood rooted to the spat. I've got to tell him not to say anything, 
she thought. I don't want it blurted all over town. Doesn't he know I have 
no alternative? 

She walked slowly through the darkened auditorium, half turning to watch a 
scene on stage. Frankie was sitting with a man on the aisle. He ignored her 
as she walked by. 

That hurt. 

Linda went immediately to the bus station and took the next Chicago bus out. 
The journey took longer than she expected. It was not a direct route. The 
bus meandered in and out of every town between Livermore and Chicago. She 
saw more corn and alfalfa fields than she'd ever seen in her life. 

At last the road widened into a four-lane, then an eight-lane highway. 
Smokestacks and tall buildings appeared everywhere. 

Soon they were in the midst of a huge traffic jam, and, as suddenly, out 
again. Ten minutes later, the bus pulled into the terminal. 

Linda dismounted, nearly overpowered by the mingled odor of gas fumes, 
rubber and, air conditioning -- that peculiar odor known only to buses. 

She found her way to the restroom and made up. She checked her watch. It was 
mid-afternoon. She made her way back through the waiting room, through the 
throngs of people, the mothers with their children, the prying eyes of the 
men, the suspicious characters, white and black, who always seemed to be 
drawn to bus stations, like moths around bulbs. 

She spotted telephones in one corner and made her way across the huge room, 
zigzagging to avoid people and their banging suitcases. She hurriedly looked 
up the producer's name in the phone book. 

Linda was nervous. She'd done nothing quite like this before. She didn't 
even know if she would make it home that night. She hoped so. When she got 
the rich man on the phone, she would have to be quick and to the point. 

She dialed Jim Forbes' office. A mastery answered. "Whom shall I say is 
calling, please?" 

"Just... just tell him a female friend. A woman friend," she corrected 
herself. 

A thick deep male voice came on the phone suddenly. He must have picked up 
at the same time the secretary did. "Yes? Hang up." 

The receiver clicked. "It's okay," came Mr. Forbes' voice. "Now, who am I 
speaking with?" 

"Mr. Forbes, this is Linda Carney. I'm acquainted with Frankie." 

"Yes, dear. Yes, Linda." His voice was immediately friendly. "What can I do 
for you? How is Frankie?" 

She paused. She'd forgotten what she was going to say. "Oh, fine, he's just 
fine. A really nice guy. Mr. Forbes, can you meet me for a drink?" Perhaps 
he would get the idea subtly. 

"Well, I had an appointment, but perhaps I can break it. Is it, well, 
urgent?" 

"Yes, sir, it is." Linda's anxiety broke through in her voice. She breathed 
more freely now. "It's very important." 

"Tell you what. Where are you?" 

"I'm at the bus depot." 

There was a silence. "I see. Yes, if you'll take a cab... never mind, just 
walk two blocks north and four blocks east, you'll be near -- tell you what, 
it's easier if I pick you up. I'll stop by in a cab and get you. Can you be 
at the information counter at four?" 

"Oh, yes, yes." She wheeled and searched the massive room for the 
information sign. "Yes, I see it. How will I know you?" 

"How will I know YOU?" came the response. "I'd like to hear you describe 
yourself." 

"Oh, yes, well, I'm, uh, blond, I have long blond hair. I'm wearing a green 
dress and carrying a brown alligator bag." 

"Are you pretty?" 

"Y-yes, yes, I think so." 

"Slim?" 

"Yes." She didn't know if she liked all this questioning. It was as if she 
were going to the Chicago meat market. Why didn't he have her come to his 
office? That would have been more exciting. Well, call girls were a kind of 
meat market, weren't they? That's what everyone said. She thought she'd read 
that in Time once. 

"You'll do," Jim Forbes said. 

"I beg your pardon," said Linda. It made her angry. How does he know what I 
want, she thought. I'll do? For what? 

"See you, kid," said the producer and the receiver clicked. 

Linda stared into the dial. She hung up. She turned, felt all male eyes upon 
her as she looked for and found a seat in the long lines of benches. 

She wished she had a newspaper to hide her face. Sitting there, she was both 
nervous and depressed. Think only of the money, she kept telling herself. 
It's only for money. And sex is more fun than an office any day. Refreshing. 
Regenerating. My girl friends come home zonked from work. Not me. 

She was trying to prepare herself for the encounter. She looked up at the 
big clock. A quarter to four. A man across the way winked as her gaze grazed 
his face. She felt her stomach turn over. He was fat with little insect 
eyes. His hand was in his crotch. 

She couldn't help but feel a slight turn-on in the despite of her cunt, but 
the feeling repulsed her. She wouldn't do a dirty old man in a filthy bus 
station to turn her on. Still, she couldn't deny the feeling. 

She wanted to stick her tongue out at him, but he was sure to come over then 
and want to suck on it. She ignored him. 

Ten to four. She got up nervously and went to buy a Chicago paper. When she 
returned to her seat, she found it occupied. By the same fat, beady-eyed 
man. He grinned up at her lecherously. She wheeled angrily and matched off 
to the restroom. 

She sank down onto a dressing stool in front of the minor. 

"What's the time, please, Miss?" 

Linda looked up. It was a bullish-looking thirty-five-year-old woman with 
dark curly hair and a curiously patronizing voice. 

Dressed in jeans and a T-shirt, the woman stared at Linda's breasts in the 
minor, while she waited for an answer. Before Linda could open her mouth, 
the woman was behind and reaching around her. 

Linda felt her breast being touched. Then mauled. It caught her off guard. 
She inhaled sharply, puffing away at the same time that a terribly erotic 
and heady feeling came over her. The woman's other hand brushed her neck. 

Linda tried to rise, without causing a scene. "Please, please, don't do 
that. Don't." 

"I only charge ten dollars," said the woman. 

"You what?" Linda's face fell. "No, thank you." She smoothed her skirt and 
marched out. She pressed her lips together and walked straight ahead into 
the waiting room, not noticing anyone, or anything, except the direction in 
which she was going. She saw a man waiting by the information booth. 
Well-dressed. Perhaps... 

"Come back here, Miss," the girl called after her. "You forgot your 
newspaper." 

Stuff it up your twat! Linda thought. How horrible a woman! How ugly! 

She stopped in front of the information booth and looked the well-dressed 
man directly in the face. He seemed startled. 

"Are you Jim?" 

"No, Miss." He turned abruptly to the woman in the booth. "When is the next 
bus to Lake Geneva?" 

"Four-twenty-nine," the woman said. She was dressed in a blue uniform and 
looked, to Linda, very crisp and professional. She was probably forty. 

"When is the latest bus to Livermore?" asked Linda quickly. 

"Last one out is ten-forty-five." 

"Oh, okay, thank you. Uh, you don't mind if I wait here, do you? I'm waiting 
for..." 

A man behind her elbowed her away. "How do I get to Platteville?" 

Linda just stood and tried to control herself. Was it worth all this? She 
was ready to scream. She was all alone. Nothing but strangers around her. No 
one interested in her. No one knew her. 

"Miss Carney?" came a voice suddenly at her left shoulder. 

The words were like a cool waterfall. She turned and smiled up into a 
handsome Jewish face. The man, wore a red plaid topcoat and a large, 
prominent gold ring on his left hand. He looked forty-five. 

"Mr. Forbes?" she said, a smile flashing all over her face. 

"Yes. My, you aren't pretty. You're beautiful. You're not a good judge of 
beauty! Come. Let's get you out of this mess. I have a cab waiting." 

He took her arm and escorted her out. Eyes followed them. Linda breathed a 
sigh of relief like she never had before. She felt suddenly very weak. 

She was so grateful to him. She suddenly nearly forgot her purpose in coming 
there at all. 

"Come, you'll feel better after a drink," he advised. 

They slipped into a waiting cab and the cab pulled away suddenly. 

"Easy there," said Jim. "Take us to Miss Sherry's," he directed. 

He had Linda by the hand and reached over and planted a kiss on her mouth. 
It was warm and wet. And a little sudden. 

But she smiled up appreciatively, nonetheless. 

"So what can I do for you?" He even talked like Frankie. It must be people 
in the theater world. Overly sweet and a little patronizing. 

But she didn't mind. It was better than the bus depot. Let's see, she 
thought. I just need money for the assertiveness-training class, she told 
herself. Don't forget it now, Linda. 

"I don't want to say anything in front of the cab driver," she whispered, 
cocking her head to one side appealingly. 

"Cab drivers are all deaf, aren't they?" Jim Forbes guffawed, slapping the 
cab driver on the back. 

"Yes, sir," the man said, at first seriously. Then he laughed. But he said 
nothing more. He was in his twenties, with a large Afro. 

"It really doesn't matter. You can tell me. This is the big city. Nothing 
shocks anyone here." 

Linda was silent. Then she said, "I need some money, Mr. Forbes." 

"Funny. I knew you were going to say that. How much?" 

"Two hundred." 

"How's three hundred? With a body like yours..." 

Linda was shacked. Right in front of the cabbie he'd said it! 

"I wish you wouldn't talk so loud." 

"Driver, take me right to the Sheraton," Forbes directed. 

"Yes, sir." The driver made a wild U-turn and pealed off in the opposite 
direction. 

Jim patted Linda's hand. "Business is business," he said. "We can order 
drinks and a meal from room service. And get right down to work." 

Perhaps it was better this way, Linda thought. Why was she feeling so cheap 
then? She didn't even feel horny. She studied Jim's crotch, hoping it would 
help. 

He placed her hand on his lump. She felt his cock. He was large and hard. 
Thank God. Feeling his cock made her relax. She leaned over and kissed him 
hard. She put an arm around him. 

The bellboy greeted Jim Forbes like an old friend and nodded at Linda. The 
two men seemed to exchange a knowing glance. 

They went up to a suite of rooms on the seventh floor. Inside, in the 
spacious suite, they were alone. To Linda it was a great relief. She sank 
down on the large bed. Jim laid three crisp one-hundred dollar bills on the 
lamp table. Linda gawked. "There you are," he said. "I know you ladies of 
the night like your money up front." 

"Oh, you're making a mistake. I've never done this before." 

"I know," said Jim Forbes drily. "None of them have." 

He didn't believe her, she thought. "But I haven't. Never. I need this money 
to take a course that begins tomorrow night. I'm married. I can't tell my 
husband." 

Sitting there, Linda looked like a school girl, her long blond hair falling 
over her breasts, the green dress outlining her young, slim figure. 

"What's the course?" He said. 

"Assertiveness training," said Linda. 

"I'd say you were assertive enough, my dear." 

And that was all he said, except to add, "Take your clothes off. I haven't 
got much time." 

She rose slowly and took off her clothes. She was quite confused. She was 
horny. But she had a slice of arrogance in her that didn't quite want Jim 
Forbes to get away with dismissing her so lightly. 

"You'll hear of me someday," she chided him, removing her skirt and panties. 
He immediately stooped down and buried his face in her mop of blond pubic 
hair. 

"I'm sure I will. Are you an actress?" he asked, in a muffled voice. 

"Yes," said Linda, without a break in her tone. Yes, she would be an 
actress. She was sort of one already! 

Now, that that was decided, she was elated. She felt his tongue in her pubic 
slit and she lay back and spread out on the bed. Oh, how wonderful it felt! 
Now she would get sex and three hundred dollars to boot. Not bad for an 
evening's work. 

"Most men don't bother to do this with a prostitute," said Jim, as he ate 
her. "But I like my women hot." 

"I'm not a prostitute." The word curdled her blood. 

Linda pushed the label out of her mind. She would deal with it later. 

She spread her thighs as far as they would go. She pulled Jim's head even 
further into her cunt, wanting his tongue to slice her in two. 

"Nothing doing, baby. I'm calling the shots." 

"Yes, sit," she said slowly. She wasn't afraid. She could be as calculating. 

She paused and let go of his head. He pushed her thighs so far apart they 
hurt, but Linda refused to complain. In a funny way, it felt good. It felt 
good to have him in control. Sexy. She knew he wouldn't hurt her. Her thigh 
muscles ached. 

His tongue went up her cunt hole now. It probed as deep as a tongue would go 
aid wound around and around the inner cunt walls. 

"Ohhh, ohhhh, Jim, mmmmm, hhhhhh, oh, that feels sooooo good." Her hands 
went up under her bra and pulled her large breasts out, releasing them to 
her cupped, loving palms and letting the bra dangle like a collar around her 
neck. 

"Sexy," said Jim, looking up from his kneeling position on the bed carpeted 
floor. His mouth and nose were dripping wet, dripping from his saliva and 
her juices. 

Linda smiled. "You look funny," she said softly. "Shhhhh," he said, rose and 
thrust a finger up her at the same time. He stopped to remove the rest of 
his clothes then and dove into bed beside her. 

"You're hot stuff, aren't you?" he said, burying his nose in her right tit. 
"Strange Frankie should send someone like you to me. It doesn't sound like 
Frankie." 

"He didn't want to. I made him," Linda said quickly, anxious to clear the 
name of her friend. 

"Assertive little bitch, aren't you?" said Jim. He lay over her and filled 
her mouth with his tongue. Then he ripped her bra off over her head, 
catching an edge of it in her eye. "Sorry," he said, then plunged his erect 
cock into her groin. 

"Ow, take it easy," she said. "There's time." She grabbed his stiff tool, 
opened her thighs wide and eased it in. 

He thrust hard up her. It would have hurt like hell if Linda hadn't been hot 
and greasy with her own juices. She gasped. It felt so damn good to have 
this hot man's cock in her tight juicy cunt. 

"Mmmmmmm," she groaned, wanting him to make her come. 

"Don't enjoy it too much," said Jim duly. "Remember, you're here to serve 
me. Come on, hump hard now." His head and mouth dipped down from the 
strenuous push-ups he was performing over her, and he lapped away at her 
tit. He bit her nipple hard. 

"Ouch!" she cried out. But perversely the shock of pain aroused her more. 

Then he bit her neck. He sucked her hard at the crook of her neck and bit 
her on the nape. It felt good. She hoped Tim wouldn't notice the love bite. 
God, she had to face her husband that night! 

Put it out of your mind, she ordered herself. 

"Put your legs around mine," Jim demanded. 

She obeyed. "Higher," he said, "around my buttocks." 

She did as she was, told. 

"Now hard. Hump. Hump like you've never humped before!" 

Linda thrust her pelvis up to meet his. It slapped loudly against Jim's 
groin. It also made her cunt open deep and swallow his cock up to the base. 

"Nghghngh," she heard herself groan in satisfaction. He was so deep. 

"Don't forget me," said Jim. "Don't enjoy it too much." He got up on his 
arms again and pumped hard. In and out, in and out. He socked it to her 
hard. 

"Now fuck! Hard!" he ordered. 

And she did. She fucked hard. She never fucked harder. She worked for her 
money. She was determined to earn it. And she never enjoyed sex so much in 
her life. 

"Turn over," commanded Jim. He withdrew his cock from her pussy hole, 
dripping with juices. 

She turned over and fell on her large boobies. "Get up on your haunches. 
Like the bitch that you are!" 

Linda knew he meant it. She rose up and kneeled in front of him, her arms 
supporting her. 

She felt his finger up her pussy hole and she spread her thighs to make room 
for him. She dropped her upper torso to the pillow. Her ass waved in the 
air. 

She felt his large cockhead shove right into her expanded cunt hole. She 
gasped and nearly fainted with the sensation. 

"Oh, my, oh, my!" she said, forgetting she wasn't to let him know how much 
she enjoyed it. 

But this time he didn't seem to mind. He grabbed her around the waist and 
fucked her soundly. He thrust hard and her ass hurled back at him. 

He reached around her and fondled her huge breasts. 

"Mmmmmmm, mmmmmm," she crooned, to feel him pinch and nip her nipples with 
his thumb and forefinger. 

"You've got some titties, baby," he crooned. He took them in his large hands 
and squeezed them like they were grapefruit. Thank you, she wanted to say, 
but thought that would be out of place. 

He slapped and pinched her ass cheeks. He reached around and felt for her 
clit and, finding it, began to rub and pinch it hard. 

"Ohhhhhh, oh, ohhh," she moaned and spread her legs even wider. 

Suddenly he withdrew and she felt his finger up her anus. 

"Ow," she cried out, and before she knew it, the finger was gone, and his 
fat dick was raging into her, almost ripping her apart. 

"Oh, oh, oh," she cried, the pain nearly killing her. 

He pulled out suddenly, not wanting to hear her screams. "I'll get the 
Vaseline," he said automatically. 

Young man in a hurry, she thought, as she lay on the bed. He's on a schedule 
and nothing can stop him. If I can only hang in there. She sighed. 

He returned, a finger dripped in the petroleum jelly, which he dabbed in her 
rectum. Her butt twisted and writhed around his finger. Oh, that felt good. 
And healing. 

In a moment her asshole was packed again with his cock. This time, though 
painful, it was less so, and there was pleasure, too. 

"Try to relax," Jim directed. She could tell he was used to directing 
people. 

He pulled his cock three quarters of the way out. Linda was gasping with 
pain-pleasure. Then he sent his shaft flying right back up her shit chute, 
her channel of pleasure. 

As she shoved his sharp sword in and out of her asshole, his fingers were 
sawing in and out of her cunt hole, while one finger was doing a delightful 
dance on her sensitive clit. She was jumping with pleasure. 

The sexual play was shocking and shooting her whole system, all at once. And 
three hundred dollars lay on the lamp table as an added commission. Could 
any girl be happier? 

Linda was now in a state of mindless bliss. Her body was writhing and 
twisting on the bed, pelvis up, shoulders down. Her mouth was contorted in 
pleasure. She was panting hard, not from the exertion, because there was 
hardly any, but from the pleasure. 

He was pumping hard now. He was pumping home, she thought. She'd reached 
several climaxes already, the deep satisfying kind, not the nervous, flighty 
kind that came and went quickly. 

Jim's two fingers pumped in and out of her twat. They thrust deeply inside 
her cunt and twisted and turned around her cunt walls, feeling every muscle 
and making the pliant, pliable hole twitch excitedly, satisfyingly. 

The finger of the other hand rubbed hard over her clit, relaxed her whole 
groin, and made the electric impulses course through her cunt. 

Linda was at his mercy. Putty. She felt something bigger than she was take 
off inside her body. She'd lost all her control. A huge wave of orgasm 
welled up somewhere in her and passed through her nervous system. It shook 
her to the core. She heard herself scream. Growl. Cry out with infinite 
pleasure. And weep when it was over. 

"Ohhhhhhh," she cried. "Oh, Jim, ohh, it's so wonderful. Wonderful. Oh, just 
fuck me now! Please!" 

He removed his dick from her shit chute and plunged it into her pussy. Then 
he fucked her till she was on the brink of passing out. 

Soon his cock was gushing into her wet cunt hole. She felt it spray against 
her cunt walls and then dribble slowly out of her. 

Linda was chuckling with pleasure now. Never had she felt so good. She 
reached beneath her and patted his balls. She squeezed his thighs, dark with 
hair. 

Jim barely made a sound when he came except to say, "Shit, you're a good 
fuck, kid." He finally pulled out and rolled over beside her, lighting a 
cigar he fetched from his pants. "You could make millions." 

"I'd rather do it another way," said Linda. "Really." 

He looked at her disbelievingly. "Well, you won't in the theater," he said. 
"There's not much money to be made, except for the very few. Unless you get 
a TV series or something like that. There are more hungry actors around than 
in any other profession I know. Look, let's order something from room 
service. How about roast beef sandwiches? Wine? I've got to get back. But 
you can stay here all night and I'll come visit you tomorrow." 

"I'd really rather get back to Livermore," she said. "I've a husband to go 
home to. Until I'm financially on my own, that," she added. 

"I would say you an right now," said. Jim, glancing at the money, frowning. 
"But have it your way. Can I put you on the train?" 

"The bus," said Linda. "I've got a return ticket. No sense in wasting it." 

"The train might have a few more respectable customers. Everyone that rides 
a bus is poor." 

"I'm not hooking any more," said Linda sharply, using the word 
distastefully. She nabbed a soft hand all over her satiated body, and eyed 
the three green bills on the table. 

It was the last time she ever wanted to hear that word. 

Chapter Six 

"I don't know where you've been going so late," Tim growled as she slipped 
into bed early the next morning at two o'clock, "but you're turning into a 
Goddamn slut as far as I'm concerned." 

"You shut up. You have no room to talk," Linda screamed and slugged him 
across his shoulder. And she turned over with a flounce and cried. She was 
afraid he would hit her back. 

The return trip had been refreshing since there was little traffic on the 
highway. There were few people on the bus. She chatted on and off with the 
bus driver and dozed. The driver, large and quick-witted, came on to her. 
She just smiled and shook her head. 

"I've a mind to rape you," Tim was saying. She stopped weeping. She snapped 
back to the present. 

You wouldn't dare, she thought. 

He grabbed her just then, pinned her shoulders to the pillow and fell across 
her body, pinning her. She screamed. He clapped a hand over her mouth. 

"No wife of mine is going to do this to me. People will talk. I'm not going 
to be humiliated." He dug the finger beneath the elastic of her shortie 
pajamas. He tugged on her pussy hair till it hurt. 

"Ow!" she screamed. "Don't do that." She tried to reach up and brush the 
tears away, but she couldn't budge under his weight. 

"Fist, you listen to me," she said. "So long as you live under this roof, 
you have a curfew. Understand?" He looked at her with a piercing glance. "I 
don't know what I did to deserve this," he continued, "but, kiddo, you sure 
am changing. You're ruining everything, everything we had together." 

"Let me go. Let me go, Tim. LET ME GO!" She began screaming loudly. "We had 
nothing together. NOTHING! You can't even get up the energy to screw me more 
than once a week! And you want me to chain myself to this bed? No, no, NO, a 
thousand times NOOOOOO!" 

He slapped her hard across her face. She cried out in pain, and then wept. 
Still he held her pinned tightly to the mattress. He groped to take his 
undershorts off with one hand. "I'll show you who can fuck more than once a 
week. If that's what you want, that's what you'll get. I didn't know you 
liked it so damn much. And now I wish we had those Goddamn mirrors to watch 
the blood drip out of your cunt! Or will it be stale semen?" 

Linda's mouth fell open. She'd never heard such foul-mouthed language from 
her husband. She was speechless. She closed her mouth and watched him, 
watched what he would do, as if he were in a silent film. She knew she was 
powerless. 

He didn't bother to kick his shorts off. They lay clinging to one calf. Then 
he ripped her pajamas down. Her pussy was exposed to whatever he was going 
to force on her. It was ironic that only a few nights ago he had refused to 
fuck her, and she'd been all hot for him. 

"Don't hurt me," she pleaded. "Just don't hurt me!" 

His full weight fell on her again. She started to struggle then stopped. He 
was jamming his half-erect cock into her. He couldn't get it in at first, so 
he kept ramming it against her pussy till his cock was rock-hard and her 
groin ached. Then he plunged into her. 

It hurt less if she didn't struggle. So she gave in. She spread her thighs 
wide, hoping she could relax to the point where some erotic, arousing 
fantasy would cross her mind. At this point, she was frigid. The large cock 
hurt inside her tight pussy. She adjusted her hips until she was fairly 
comfortable. 

"Tim!" she cried. She clutched his shoulders and peered into his face. But 
he wouldn't look at her. He was groaning with pleasure. To him she was 
faceless. It could have been any woman. 

"Enjoy it, whore," he kept saying. He dipped his tongue down to her tit, bit 
the nipples hard, bit her breasts all over. Suddenly he noticed her neck. 
The love bite Jim had given her earlier was still there. "What's this?" he 
asked. 

She said nothing. She just gritted her teeth and stared cold and hard at 
him. It was his fault. It was all his fault. He had started it. It had 
become a chain of events, a chain reaction whose initial impetus he had 
provided through neglect. 

"Say 'fuck me'," he commanded. "Tell me to fuck you! Tell me how much you 
desire me now, bitch. Say it! Say it! SAY IT!" His face was red and puffy. 

The breeze swirled the curtain. "Can't you close the window so the neighbors 
don't hear?" she mumbled. 

"Can't you come home nights so the neighbors don't SEE?" he screamed back. 

He grabbed a handful of her big hair and held it light. He continued to plow 
slowly in and out of her steaming hole. The stimulation, even if she didn't 
want it, was relaxing her. Her cunt began throbbing. Her eyes closed. Her 
pussy twitched with every tiny movement of his giant cock deep inside her. 

His elbows were on either side of her arms. She had a little more freedom of 
movement, though still no room to escape. She was resigned to pleasing her 
husband, hopefully for the last time. 

"If you'd wanted me more, more often, every night, even every other night, 
this never would have happened," she cried, the tears welling out of the 
corners of her eyes and down her cheeks. "Believe me!" 

"Nonsense," he answered. "You met someone, didn't you? Only, I can't for the 
life of me decide when. You obviously knew him before the play." 

Linda didn't answer. It would be too hard to explain. She pulled her head to 
loosen his hold on her hair. He let an inch of the blond stuff pull through 
his fingers. 

He reached around her ass cheeks and began pinching them. Hard. It was 
painful and arousing. 

"C'mon, you blond bitch! I want you to beg to be fucked now! Ask me. Plead 
for it. Don't just lie there and expect it." 

"Do fuck me. Fuck me," Linda said. "I want you to fuck me." She was lying 
through her teeth. 

"Arid mean it. I want you to mean it!" 

"Then get your hand off my hair!" she cried. "Have a few manners!" 

He let another inch of the fine blond hair pull through his grasp. Linda 
sighed. "Fuck me, please. I really do want you to fuck me." He may as well, 
he had fought so hard to get inside. 

"I'll fuck you, baby. I'll ram you so hard it'll come out your ears." 

He let go of her, rose on his arms and began plunging his cock into her 
cunt. She dug her heels into the sheet and mattress and raised her buttocks 
to accommodate his seven inches. She was beginning to feel no pain. Just 
pleasure. 

"Oh, honey," she couldn't help say, "oh, that feels good. Ohhhhh!" 

Tim continued to screw her. He grunted with every hot thrust up her moist 
twat. He paused. Then he began thrusting again. 

She dug her elbows into the mattress and hoisted her body even further up. 
Her back arched and her tits flattened. 

"Now you look like a bitch in heat," commented her husband half-approvingly. 
"You know, you could be a pin-up." 

"That's sweet." She wished she'd heard that years ago. 

Every time he thrust hard into her, she thrust her pelvis up to meet his. 
Then she grew tired and lay still and just let him fuck her. She was panting 
and moaning at intervals now. Her fingertips and nails clawed the sheet. 

As he continued to plow full-length in and out of her pussy hole, wet and 
dripping with juices, Linda felt the steady, monotonous rhythm of their 
clashing groins set up wild vibrations in her. 

"Ohhhhhh, Tim, ohhhhh, honey, ohh, I feel it, oh, I feel it coming, ohhhh, 
honey, I can't stand it! Ohhhhhh!" And she was off on a rising spiral of 
orgasm. It began with just a twitching and an itching in her clit and cunt 
hole, and then grew and expanded and finally broke free, throwing its hot 
waves over her entire body. 

"Fuck, Linda, honey, pump hard! Oh, I'm coming, too! Oh, suck it all out of 
me, baby, suck it all out of me with that delicious cunt!" 

He was shaking like a wild animal on top of her, and with every last thrust, 
expelled his juicy load inside her hungry pussy-mouth. 

"Ohhhhh, honey, Linda, ohhhhhhh," he moaned, "oh, that's it, squeeze it, 
squeeze it, mmmmm, milk me dry, thata girl!" 

Linda squeezed with her pussy muscles, pulling every extra drop out, 
vacuuming it, sucking it up inside her. 

He lay on top of her, his shrinking, curling dick lodged just inside her 
cunt hole. Tim dozed. One turn in his sleep and the slack cock slipped out 
of her. 

The raping was over. 

It hadn't been half bad. She resented him terribly at first. But then she 
forgave him. It had turned out well. And he was going through hard times 
himself. 

Linda cuddled her husband in her arms. They slept like that the rest of the 
night. 

In the morning they were friends again. Linda hummed as she fixed breakfast 
and thought about her course which began that night. Tim showered, dressed 
and came to the breakfast table. 

"Honey, do you have any extra change?" he asked. "I'm going to leave the car 
in the garage to have that brake checked out and then take a cab on in to 
work." 

"Sure, dear, take a look in my purse," she said absent-mindedly. She was 
wondering if her marriage could be preserved after all, even with her 
new-found independence. For she would not stay home. 

Tim returned to the kitchen with her purse and looked as though he'd seen a 
ghost. "Where did you get these?" he said, puffing the three, crisp 
one-hundred-dollar bills out of her wallet and holding them up. 

"Where did you get those? Put them back," she mapped, horrified. Her husband 
was coming too close to her shameful secret. 

"Where does a lady get such large bills nowadays?" he asked coolly, sitting 
down. "What's the matter, isn't my salary enough for you? It's okay, you 
don't have to answer." 

"If you must know, I borrowed it." 

"From whom? WHY?" he screamed. "A likely story." He buried his face in his 
hands, then looked up at her. "What are you doing? What are you doing to 
me?" 

"I have every right to borrow money," she said evenly. "It's for a project I 
have in mind." 

"What project? On second thought, I don't even want to know." He got up. 

"You didn't eat, Tim. Eat something." She pushed a piece of toast toward 
him. 

"I'm not hungry." He strode toward the kitchen door and walked out. In a 
moment he was back, grabbing the keys from off the table. "Oh, I forgot to 
tell you something. I think you're a horrible person. You don't have to come 
home at all any more. I don't even want you." 

He marched into the hallway and Linda heard the door slam, then the car 
start up. She burst into tears. 

She wept over the dishes. Their marriage was crashing. It was one 
catastrophe after another. 

Thinking about the course that night, and perhaps a new future for herself, 
kept her going through the day. Tim wasn't home by the time she left. She 
walked the short distance downtown. 

The YWCA was on the street near the library and the newspaper office. She 
turned up the walk and followed two other women inside. They appeared to be 
mother and daughter. One was about thirty-nine, a shy brunette woman, and 
the other in her sixties, short and plump with round cheeks, spectacles and 
bleached blond hair. 

"You're never too young to try anything," the older lady was saying. "When I 
was young, there was only one choice open to a woman -- marriage. Now, there 
are other alternatives. Don't fret that your marriage is breaking up. I 
often wish I'd never gotten married myself." 

"But, Mother, I love Bob. We just don't get along, that's all." 

All three were inside now, and a young woman registered them. She eyed Linda 
and went out of her way to be friendly, as she supplied her with a pencil 
and registration card. She had a carefree, boyish air about her. 

"Welcome to the course in female freedom!" she said cheerfully. 

"Is that what it's called?" Linda asked. 

"No, that's what I call it. You'll like it, though. I've taken it twice. You 
can repeat it. I take attendance and get it for free." 

"You must be pretty assertive by now," said Linda, smiling. She was 
attracted to the girl's bouncy manner. 

"You could say that," said the girl, looking at her directly. It made Linda 
uncomfortable. "My name's Geri, what's yours? Oh, yes, Linda Carney. She 
read from the registration card Linda handed her. There's a town in New 
Jersey called Carney. Tell me, were you named after it?" 

Linda laughed. "Really? I doubt it. Never heard of it. My father comes from 
a long line of horse thieves." 

"Well, Carney is a one-horse town, let me tell you. Hey, you seem nice. Care 
to have a drink after the class? I know some pretty mean places." She rolled 
her eyes. 

Linda laughed but something stirred in her and made her thrill. Geri's 
exuberance was lifting her out of her own depression. "Sure, hey, I'd like 
that. After eight years of dull married life, I could use a tour of this 
town's night life." 

"You got it, baby. We'll go in my car see. You later. You better hurry, 
you'll be late. I gotta hang around here a little longer and be the 
aggressor for all the passive women. There'll be latecomers." 

Linda waved and went upstairs to the clubroom on the second floor. She 
entered hesitantly. She was thinking that the course would be worth the 
price of one new friend. 

The room was quiet. Hall a dozen women sat around a horseshoe-shaped table. 
One woman, more sophisticated and at ease than the rest, greeted Linda and 
asked for her receipt. Linda clapped a hand over her mouth. "Oh, I forgot to 
pay. I'm so sorry. I got into a conversation." 

"That's all right. Run right back down. Geri will give you a receipt." 

Linda hurried down the stairs. 

"Geri, I forgot to pay. I'm sorry." She dipped into her purse and fished out 
one or the hundred dollar bills. 

Geri took it and flinched. She gave Linda a fifty in return and said, 
without a trace of expression, "Maybe I'll have to reconsider the spot I was 
going to take you." She nodded her short curly brown head as in agreement 
with herself. 

"Oh, please don't," said Linda. "Don't let that impress you. It's rare I 
carry such large bills." 

Geri studied her a moment, then stood up and strode around the small desk 
she'd been sitting at. She wore tight brushed denim pants and a denim 
jacket. "I don't know why I like you, but I do. You're sweet. Here's to 
you..." and she leaned and pecked Linda on one cheek. 

Linda was amazed, but touched. Her hand went up to the moist cheek. "Why, 
thank you," she said. She wanted to kiss the girl back, but she was too shy. 
She turned, and said brightly, "Well, see you later." 

"Yes, see you!" 

Linda was glad there had been no one downstairs to see. She didn't know why, 
but such a display of affection from a complete stranger -- and a woman -- 
embarrassed her. At the same time she liked it. 

She was wondering if Geri might have something mote in mind than just a 
drink. She found the thought titillating. She thought she might be game, but 
she wasn't sure. 

She entered the room again and gave the receipt to the teacher. Geri came up 
a moment later and sat across the table from her. Linda felt Geri's eyes on 
her the whole hour and a half, and she kept nervously shifting her weight. 

Following introductions, they practiced role playing, in groups of two. They 
changed off being husband and wife, employer and employee. Linda was glad 
she did not get Geri. 

The first evening was a nervous blur. Linda was glad to see other women in 
the same position she was in... some a little worse off... and some a little 
better. 

"Well, how'd you like it?" Geri asked after class, joining the buzzing women 
and taking her arm. She steered her away from the group and out the door, 
much to Linda's alarm. 

But since she had a date with Geri, she decided not to protest. They walked 
out to Geri's car parked down the street and drove off in the direction of 
the town's outskirts. 

"Where are you going?" asked Linda pleasantly. She was mildly concerned they 
might be going on some joy ride out of town. 

"There's a place called Butch Cassidy's out on Old Oak Road. Okay by you?" 
Geri looked sideways briefly and grinned, then returned her eyes to the 
road. 

"Haven't heard of it. Sure," Linda answered agreeably. 

"No, you probably haven't. It's... uh... kinda new." 

Five minutes later she steered the car up a driveway outside the night spot, 
and pulled up in a dark far corner of the parking lot, under a weeping 
willow. She switched off the ignition and turned out the headlights. It was 
so still and peaceful. Linda closed her eyes for a brief moment to listen to 
the locusts. Their buzz grew louder in the silence. 

Suddenly she felt Geri slide next to her and put her arm around her 
shoulders. "Linda... Linda... I want to kiss you. You're so pretty. Please 
let me kiss you," Geri said. 

Chapter Seven 

Without waiting for an answer, Geri moved close and her lips crept across 
Linda's cheek till they brushed her own lips. Her tongue pronged between 
them. 

"Mmmmmmm," Linda moaned, overcome with a burning desire that she'd never 
known with a woman before. She kit Geri's hand creep up over her right tit. 
Linda sighed. 

"Oh, wow, you're beautiful. You're all woman. Oh, you excite me so, Linda! 
Oh, I love you!" 

Linda, overcome with affection for the girl, put her hand on Geri's head and 
brushed her short hair back, patting it again and again. 

When Linda returned the kiss, putting her tongue right between Geri's lips 
and exploring the soft recesses of another female mouth, it was pure sex. 
She began doing everything to Geri that she would do to a man. 

Both women's hands groped automatically for each other's crotches. Con's 
hand went up Linda's skirt to her moist panties and massaged the dip in her 
mound. She spread her thighs and wiggled down further on the seat. 

Geri's thighs came apart, too, when Linda's hand buried itself between her 
legs. Linda had never done anything like this before. She was surprised that 
it came so naturally. She was also surprised at the complete and heady 
turn-on it was giving her. Blond and brunette were engaged in a tight 
embrace when the door of Butch Cassidy's swung open suddenly and two female 
couples strode out laughing, drunk and arm in arm. 

Linda raised her head a moment to look. She was dizzy with the fire of new 
passion and watched in a daze. Oh, she thought, so this is a lesbian place 
she's brought me to. 

"I didn't know there was a place like this," she whispered to Geri, whose 
lips were a quarter inch from hers. 

Geri moved the quarter inch that separated them and said, "Yes, darling, I 
thought you'd like it. I feel so warmly towards you, I feel like you're my 
sister." She kissed her. 

"Ditto," Linda said, smiling. "My kid sister. Let's go in." 

"Do you have a kid sister?" asked Geri, closing the car door and taking her 
arm as they walked through the parking lot to the front door. 

"Yes, I do. Or I did. She's stopped writing me. I haven't heard from her in 
more than a year. She's in San Francisco. We used to play doctor and nurse 
when we were little." 

Geri laughed. "I thought you'd done this before somewhere. You do it quite 
naturally. Ever had a woman for a lover?" 

"No, Geri. I haven't. And," she paused, "if we do anything, just want you to 
know, it will be short-term. I'm breaking up with my husband, but I still 
like men." 

"You don't want to hurt me." Geri looked at her. 

"I don't want to hurt you," Linda said. "You're very sweet. But best you 
know the score now. I'm just experimenting. It would take quite a lot of 
persuading to get me to change my ways." 

"You've thrown down the gauntlet," Geri said dramatically, "I will take up 
the challenge. I am not the world's worst lover by any means." 

"Then let's have a quick drink and go to your place. You have all night to 
try." Linda didn't think she would be comfortable in a butch bar. 

"Great." God held the door open. When they walked in, several girls spotted 
them and let out war-whoops. 

"Big Geri, hey, say, come over, who's your new girl friend?" 

God put her hand firmly on Linda's elbow and whispered. "Don't mind them. 
They're harmless." They strode over to the women's table. The women guffawed 
and God guided Linda past them to a table in the corner. 

"Let me sit in that chair and watch the come-on," Linda said. She wanted no 
part but she was curious. 

There were at least twenty women in the bar. Several stood around the pool 
table in the back and shot pool. Some couples sat at the bar. There was no 
one type of woman. Some were butchy and some were beautiful, some teenage 
and some over forty. All were dressed casually. Linda was the only one 
dressed up. 

One or two heterosexual couples sat in the back drinking and conversing 
softly. No one bothered them. 

"Well, what do you think?" asked Geri when their beers came. 

"A whole new scene, as they say," laughed Linda. "If I were ten years 
younger, maybe then!" 

"Shucks, foiled again!" Geri quipped. "But try it, maybe you'll like it. 
Tell me what you and your sister did." 

"Oh, that! I was thirteen and she was ten. You know, she wanted to see my 
tits and pubic hair. Little girls are so curious. So I let her undress me. 
That sort of thing. I pretended it was a presumptuous request... on the 
outside!" 

"Did she get to touch?" 

"Yes, I let her put her fingers in my soft, hairy pussy. I remember I was 
horrified to see that I was getting all wet. I thought I was peeing on her." 

"You know better now!" 

"I know better now!" Linda said. "Then she asked if she could suck my tit. 
Except she didn't use that word. I think we used 'boobs' then." 

"And you let her?" said Geri softly, looking into Linda's eyes and placing 
her hand on Linda's breast. "Your words are turning me on, don't you know?" 

"I'm turning myself on," said Linda, swallowing, as she felt Geri's foot 
come up and toe her between her legs. She spread her thighs slightly, 
sliding down just enough to allow it in. 

Her breath began coming in short gasps, her lips parted slightly, and she 
squirmed as little heat waves traveled through her body. 

"Let's go soon," suggested Geri, gulping her beer. 

"Yes," said Linda. "Well, I think I've at least found a friend," she added. 

"More than that," said Geri. 

She seemed so certain. Linda didn't say anything. Well, she was willing to 
let the future take its course. But she knew she would never be happy, never 
be satisfied, without a penis, a real one, in bed with her. 

They got up to leave. Linda continued her story of doctor and nurse in the 
car on the way home. 

"What happened then?" Geri asked. Her hand was touching Linda's. 

"Oh, Cassie -- that's her name, my sister, I mean -- she actually crawled on 
top of me, licking my breasts and sucking my tits. I often wondered if she 
hadn't gotten enough as a baby. I felt sorry for her and let her." 

Linda laughed. "And how did the owner of the tits feel?" 

"Aroused, for sure," Linda said. "She had one knee in my gut and the other 
in my pussy. I could hardly stand it. Finally we heard mom and dad stir in 
the next room, so I pushed her off me, and that was End of it. We never 
talked about it after that." 

"And here's the fall-out from that experience," laughed Geri, squeezing 
Linda's thigh. 

"Do you think so?" asked Linda. "I just figure it's two women liking each 
other and needing each other. Tell me, do you do this often? Do you like 
men?" 

"Yes, to the first question," answered Geri, "sometimes, to the second. I'm 
what they call bi, but I'm leaning more and more towards women." 

Geri pulled the car into the driveway of a small frame house. 

"Here we are," she said. "I live upstairs." She pointed to a window under a 
pink gable. 

"Let's go," said Linda. 

They went in a side door on the porch and up the stairs. The door opened 
into a hallway and three rooms. 

"Bedroom's in there," said Geri. "Get undressed." She pecked Linda on the 
lips. "Bathroom's off it." 

"Thanks." 

In two minutes Linda was undressed, naked and lying on top of the bed, her 
hand in her horny crotch. "I couldn't wait," she said as Geri came in with 
two more beers and some chips. 

Geri took a large potato chip off the plate and inserted it delicately in 
Linda's twat crack. Then she climbed on the bed, dipped her head down, and 
began nibbling the chip right up to its base. 

"Mmmmmmm," moaned Linda, putting her hands down and raising her hips up off 
the bed, spreading her thighs ever so slightly. 

"Ohhhhh, Geri," she moaned. An incredible wave of passion passed through 
her. Finally she let her body fall back full-length on the bed. She pulled 
Geri down and pushed her friend's head farther into her own pussy. "Eat me, 
darling, eat me," she moaned. "Oh, please, I need it so." 

Geri, after swallowing the potato chip, flitted her tongue in and out of 
Linda's already dripping cunt hole. With a hand on either of her thighs, she 
spread Linda's legs apart even more, inserting a finger up her juicy hole as 
she again attacked her clit. 

She flickered her hot, wet tongue back and forth across the little red knob 
and set Linda to moaning. The more she kissed and nibbled on Linda's clit, 
the more Linda moaned and tugged at Geri's cropped hair. 

"Oh, you taste good down here. Why didn't you tell me? You could bottle and 
sell this stuff." Geri raised her head just enough to get the words out, 
then sank into the oblivion of Linda's pussy again. 

Linda laughed and was moaning again a second later. She dripped a lot when 
she was really turned on. Her juices were thick, aromatic. 

Geri was see-sawing her tongue back and forth in Linda's pussy slit, dipping 
her finger in and out of Linda's honey pot. Her finger twirled inside her. 

Linda moaned. 

"Oh, do that more, Geri, oh, do that some more! Mmmmmm!" Linda flung her 
legs straight up in the air and let them fail sideways. Geri bit her in each 
ass cheek and Linda squealed. Then she began eating out her hairy cunt once 
again. 

Geri's tongue darted in and out of her pussy hole, alternating with her 
expert fingers, first one, then two. Now she had three fingers up her hot 
hale and was licking wetly all over Linda's hairy patch. 

She whipped her hot tongue muscle back and forth all over Linda's swelling 
clitoris. Her clit button was charged electrically. It was sending little 
thrills all over her groin. 

Linda began moaning steadily now. It felt so damn good. She heard the wet 
slobbering of Geri's mouth on her pussy. Geri lapped and licked and panted 
and swore and grunted, and mumbled that it was the sweetest pussy she'd ever 
brought to orgasm. 

Linda was so high now she was ready to let go in orgiastic fury. Just a few 
more stokes of Geri's hot, wet tongue and she would be off. 

Geri reached up then with wet fingers to titillate Linda's nipple and the 
surrounding areola. She dipped a wet finger in Linda's mouth. Linda sucked 
on it for a moment, tasting her own sweet juices. 

Then Geri returned to the hot spot between her legs and brought Linda off in 
no time. 

In a moment Linda was a blur of sound and motion. She was throwing her hips 
and pelvis into the air, grinding her groin against Geri's eating, biting, 
licking and sucking mouth. Linda was moaning, groaning, crying out, 
screaming. 

"Ohhhhh, oh, fuck, Geri! Ohhhhh, oh, how can you do this to me!" 

Linda was no more off one high and coming down, than Geri would suck and 
send her right back up the next one. Her cunt was on fire, a mass of burning 
nerve endings. Her cunt lips were swollen and sensitive. 

"Ohhhhh, gawd, Geri, let me come down. Enough. That's enough for now!" 
begged Linda. "Oh, please, honey." 

But Geri wasn't happy till she got Linda up once more. Her lust for Linda 
seemed to know no bounds. She sucked. She sucked hard. She licked all over 
her matted hair, the pubic hair wet with cunt juice and saliva. 

When she inserted a finger up Linda's bum, that was the gigantic payoff. 
Then Linda was putty in Geri's hands and mouth. 

Linda lay panting. In a complete daze, she said, "Geri, honey, oh, Geri, 
that was marvelous. Oh, you were beautiful. I'm so pooped. But come up here, 
now." 

Geri did. But first she raised herself on her knees and stripped her denims 
off, then her panties and bra. "I usually don't wear either one of these," 
she said, as she dropped the bra to the floor. "But I didn't want to scare 
the ladies tonight." 

Linda giggled, but she didn't have much energy left even for that. She 
pulled Geri down on top of her. 

The two women clung nakedly to each other and kissed passionately. Geri's 
small tits dug into Linda's large ones. 

Linda began rubbing her hands up and down the younger girl's body. Geri was 
more slender than she was, and more of an acrobatic in bed. 

Linda had never eaten out another woman before and wondered what it would be 
like. She reached down with two fingers to Geri's bidden hole. She found it 
and pushed in, feeling all around the juicy cunt, with much the same inner 
linings and muscles as her own. It took a woman to know another woman 
intimately, she thought. 

She swabbed at her friend's patch, stroking her hip and rubbing her thigh 
till she grew acquainted with Geri's physique. Geri had a thicker growth of 
pubic hair than Linda. She liked brushing her hand against it. 

"Let's do a sixty-nine," Geri suggested. 

Linda agreed and worked herself around till her mouth was hovering near 
Geri's crotch. Her tongue automatically darted out, like a snake's, to taste 
the girl's cunt. 

Meanwhile Geri was positioning herself at the entrance to Linda's pussy. 

"Hey, Geri, hold off for a while. You'll distract me so much, I won't be 
able to do anything for you!" 

Geri laughed. "Okay, boss." 

Linda placed Geri's upper thigh over her head and shoulder. Then she zeroed 
in on her brush of hair. Her tongue lapped at her clit. Linda nuzzled her 
mouth over it and flitted her tongue back and forth across it. She pushed it 
this way and that, like a cat playing with its food. Then she began sucking 
on it. She slobbered her spittle on it and sucked some more. 

"Ohhhhhh, Linda, mmmmmm, that's nice. Ohhhh. Feels... like you've done 
this... sometime before... oh, it's wonderful." Then Geri and Linda rolled 
over so Linda was on top. 

"No, you're too hard to reach that way," Linda said, and she rolled over, 
pulling Geri back on top of her. "There, that's better." She held Geri's 
thighs wide open. 

The view was overwhelming. Linda pressed her smoldering tongue into the hole 
they hid, pushing, pressing all the way up, as far as her tongue would 
allow. 

"Ohhhhhh," Geri moaned, in complete satisfaction and spread her thighs even 
wider apart. 

Linda began ramming her tongue harder, in and out, in and out. She swept her 
tongue to the pubic slit and down again. She licked wetly over Geri's cunt. 

Then she dug two fingers up the cunt hole and sucked and licked Geri's clit 
hard. She heard Geri moan and sucked all the harder. She wanted to do for 
Geri just what Geri had done for her. She wanted to repay this young woman 
for making her feel so good. It might be her last opportunity. 

Linda wrapped her arms around the girl's hips and sucked with all her might. 
Her arms and hands rested on Geri's ass. Her fingers dabbled around the 
anus, feeling in and around the puckered hole. And she dipped her tongue in 
and out of Geri's honeypot, then rolled it over her clit. She felt Geri's 
clit grow and swell under her ministrations. 

And Geri moaned in response. "Ohhhhh, ohhhhh, it's wonderful," she croaked. 
The heaving breathing and the sound of sucking were all that could be heard 
in the bedroom. 

Geri panted. Louder and louder came her sighs. Her body squirmed on top of 
Linda's. 

"Oh, honey, Linda, bring me, oh, make me come, oh, please, PLEASE!" 

The bed shook. Linda held fast to Geri's hips and thighs as the girl 
shuddered and shook and cried out. The sizzling in her groin had reached its 
peak and she was finally coming. It seemed to last forever. 

Linda sucked to the very last. She sucked until Geri had calmed down. And 
then she sucked some more. When Geri had climaxed, her cunt walls spewed 
juice with a vengeance, and Linda tasted the sweet thick cream now. 

Finally Geri rolled off of her. "I'll do you again if you want," she 
offered, exhausted. 

"No need to, pal," Linda said. "Mmmmmmmm, it was a pleasure sucking you off, 
let me tell you," she added, "a pleasure watching you come!" 

"Mine, too," giggled her friend. "Man, do I feel terrific! Boy, I could do 
that all night." 

Geri got up to go to the bathroom and Linda observed Geri's compact little 
figure as she padded naked across the bedroom floor. She liked Geri but she 
knew it had been just a momentary fling, a certain curiosity. She would 
rather sleep with a man any time, she thought, or at least most of the time. 

While Geri was in the bathroom, Linda had an urge to go on home. She looked 
at her watch. It was one-fifteen. She sighed. She hated to leave if the girl 
was counting on her. She felt somewhat protective toward her, as if Geri 
were her daughter or younger sister. She didn't want to hurt her. She knew 
that Geri, beneath her sweet cockiness, was vulnerable. 

Geri returned from the bathroom with something behind her back. "Guess what 
I've got," she said, blinking her eyes and beaming. 

"Uh, let me guess," said Linda, propping her lovely body up on one arm, and 
pulling her fingers through her long blond hair. "Something sexy?" Geri 
might do something to persuade her to stay. 

"Yes," Geri said, still hiding the object. 

"I somehow know what you have. I don't know how I know. But I know. It could 
only be one thing," said Linda, her eyes twinkling. 

"What is it?" said Geri. 

"A dildo. A phony dick, the one thing we're lacking." 

"You said it, Mac," Geri said and produced the funny, flesh-colored, 
eight-inch statue of a penis. 

Linda giggled. She'd never used one before. It looked strange to see one 
outside a catalog. She'd used artificial objects before, like bananas, wax 
candles, and sausages, but nothing like this, specifically made for sexual 
consumption. 

So they set to work playing around with the dildo. Pint God used it on 
Linda. It was large and plastic and did the trick. 

"Oh, it felt good," breathed Linda when it was over. "But it doesn't take 
the place of a man's cock." 

Geri seemed hurt. "A woman without a man is like a fish without a bicycle," 
she quoted stubbornly. "Here, do it to me." 

Linda took it and did as she was told. "I like to bicycle," she said coolly. 
Without a word she jammed Geri's cunt hole full of the phony cock. 

"Oh, easy there! Here, use some Vaseline." Geri nabbed the jar off the 
dresser. 

Linda dipped her finger in, mechanically greasing the big plastic stick and 
plunging it back up Geri's hairy hole. She wanted to bring Geri off quickly. 
She was fast tiring of her new fling, her little lesbian toy. She would take 
her leave with the least bit of hassle. 

She brought Geri off easily. They lay there five minutes or so, chatting, 
then Linda said softly, "Look, Geri, I hope you don't mind, but I really 
can't stay all night. I must leave soon." 

Geri's face darkened. "You promised," she said. "No, I didn't promise 
anything, Geri. I don't think we really discussed the matter. And I hate to 
be any harder on my husband than I have to be. I'm fighting hard for 
evenings out. If I'm home at night, it'll be an easier pill for him to 
swallow. Can you understand?" 

"Well," sighed Geri, sadly. "I don't know. I hate to have you leave. I-I'll 
miss you. When will I see you again?" she suddenly seemed so young, so in 
need of loving. 

Linda smiled and put her anus around her. She took her in her arms and held 
her close. Their naked bodies touched and rubbed. Finally she kissed her 
tenderly. Then she got up. 

"We'll see each other again," Linda promised as she began dressing. She 
wasn't sure how or where or whether she was going to be able to deliver on 
that promise, but she knew it would make the separation easier. Easier for 
both of them. 

Geri watched Linda dress. Linda, feeling her eyes on her, turned to the 
young woman. "You'll be okay," she said. "Why don't you call me tomorrow?" 
She quickly regretted saying that. But her name and phone number. "I will be 
in and out," she said. "But try me. In any case, I'll see you in class next 
week." 

"I feel badly," said Geri; "Maybe I shouldn't say that, but it's true. 
You're supposed to say what you feel, aren't you?" 

"Of course," said Linda. Why did she feel so much older than Geri suddenly, 
she wondered. Was it because she was struggling so hard to find herself, to 
change herself, her own life, to create possibilities equal to what she was 
capable of; that she was becoming quite independent of people. And she knew 
it was the kind of woman she wanted around her, too. 

She sat on the bed, putting a hand over Geri's pussy arid cupping it in her 
palm. Her fingers pulled the knotty, curly hairs out and let them spring 
back. 

She leaned over and kissed each other good-bye, letting her lips and tongue 
play delightfully for a moment over the prominent nipples. 

Then she planted one more, kiss on Geri's mouth. "Good-bye," she said. "I 
guess I'll call a cab. I don't think you want to drive me home in your 
birthday suit, do you?" 

Geri shook her head. "You better call a cab." 

Linda went out. "Phone's in the living room?" 

Linda was already dialing a number when Geri came up behind her and stopped 
her. "I'll take you home," she said, removing Linda's fingers from the dial 
and replacing the receiver. "Just give me a minute to get myself together." 
She hugged Linda quickly and beamed a smile at her, then yawned and 
stretched and rubbed her tired eyes. 

"Thanks, Geri." It would be easier this way, Linda thought, and I won't stop 
her. 

They drove home. It was nearly two when the car pulled up in front of 
Linda's house. She looked up to the bedroom window. The shade was drawn, but 
two seconds later she could see it move to one side. Tim was peeking out the 
side, but she couldn't see him. 

"Do me a favor," Linda said quickly. "Get out of the car and let me out my 
door, so my husband will see I'm with a woman." 

"Sure," beamed Geri. She slipped out and let Linda out. 

Linda extended her hand to Geri, but Geri fooled her. She pulled Linda's 
face close and planted a kiss smack on her lips. 

Chapter Eight 

"It was a joke," God pleaded on the phone the next day. 

"I really didn't see the humor in it," said Linda, trying to suppress a 
snicker. It HAD been funny, in retrospect, but at the time she'd been madder 
than hops and stormed upstairs, ready to greet a husband who was on the 
verge of doubting her womanhood. 

But apparently he hadn't seen. He had only seen Geri come around the car 
before drawing back. He hadn't seen the kiss. 

"Did he make love to you last night?" Geri asked curiously. 

"I don't remember," said Linda saucily. "See you next week, dear." And she 
hung up. 

She was determined to keep her marriage intact, if possible, until the 
divorce. And she would bitchily keep out of her life anyone who interfered. 
Tim had been very cool towards her. She knew he was still confused. He had 
no idea if she'd gotten those large bills for sex or not. And she was trying 
to play it cool. 

They had not made love. But they had managed to talk civilly to each other. 

Linda was going through the want-ads later when one caught her eye: 
"Students - apply - second half summer session to Cedar House Music School - 
746-9111." 

This was her opportunity. She'd seen variations of that ad numerous times 
before, and had always promised herself she would attend once. She dialed 
the number and was told to come in and register. 

She went down immediately. The cost was $50 for eight sessions. She paid it 
with the second of the three large bills. Then she was instructed to 
purchase an alto recorder and come back that afternoon for her first lesson. 
She was very excited. 

When she returned to the music school, she found her teacher waiting on the 
second floor. The lady managing the front desk had directed her in a high, 
squeaky voice. 

"Hello," she said nervously to the white-shirted, longhaired man whose back 
was to her. He seemed to be going over some fingering. He turned. 

"Well, hello," he said, rose and extended his hand. 

"Uh," Linda said, "I'm your new student. Beginning, I just got this," and 
she waved the packaged recorder in her hand. 

"Good," said the man. "Open it up. You... let me see here. I've got a ticket 
on you somewhere, yes, Linda Carney, correct?" 

"Yes, sir," said Linda, pulling the twine free of the package. 

"I'm John Millhouse." 

"Yes, I know," Linda smiled. Fine looking man, too, she nearly added aloud. 
How old? Married? 

Her glance skipped down to his left hand. No ring. Well, that didn't mean 
anything nowadays. Maybe it was in his pocket. 

"Sit here," directed Mr. Millhouse. He readied a chair for Linda in front of 
the music stand. "You need this instruction book here," he went on. "You can 
use mine today." 

"Oh, they didn't tell me downstairs." Linda seated herself, next to her 
instructor, in front of the music stand. She felt the heat radiate from his 
body. She wondered, if he were warm. The room was warm. Then she wondered if 
some people just didn't radiate more heat and sexual energy than others. If 
so, she was coming into the radius of his energy, and it was beginning to 
affect her. 

She found she could hardly concentrate on what he was teaching her: "Blow 
and say 'tuh'," Mr. Millhouse was saying. 

"Tuh, tuh," said Linda, blowing into the recorder mouthpiece and squeaking. 
Then she sounded a clear note. 

"That's it," he said. "Now place your left thumb on this bottom hole, that's 
right, like that, and your forefinger, that's this one," he touched her 
slightly and she jumped, "on this hole above it. There. Now say 'tuh' 
again." 

"Tuh, tuh," breathed Linda, emerging with a new note. She beamed. 

"Yes, good, that's a B. Here. It looks like this on the staff. There. Do you 
read music?" 

"A little. Very little, I'm afraid, actually. I sang in elementary school." 
Linda was nervously chattering away. She really wanted to touch Mr. 
Millhouse's thighs. They were, again, those nice thick, muscular 
well-developed thighs that she liked so much, that made her melt on sight. 
She wondered how she was going to handle this. Rather, them. She looked 
around. He was getting up to close the door. There was a little window in 
the door, through which people could see who was instructing whom. And in 
what, was Linda's added thought. Not a bad idea. 

He sat down again. "The kids will be coming in shortly for orchestra 
practice. It gets very noisy." 

"I see." Linda smiled quickly. He touched her shoulder slightly to draw her 
attention back to the music book on the stand. All she could think of was 
how badly she wanted to seduce him. And when she put the recorder in between 
her knees, as he had instructed her, she felt she was being given 
instructions on masturbating with a polo stick. They could make beautiful 
music together. 

The instruction went on for twenty-five more minutes. Linda learned four 
notes and could now play parts of Three Blind Mice. 

"Practice for half an hour every day," Mr. Millhouse instructed her, 
glancing down her cleavage just before she rose. 

It was an in, thought Linda, and she would make the most of it. 

"Do you have another student coming now?" she asked politely, staring at his 
mouth and dropping her eyes dangerously to his crotch. He most certainly had 
a lump there. 

Mr. Millhouse looked at her sharply. Then his gaze mellowed. "No, not for 
another half hour," he said. "What did you have in mind?" He smiled. He was 
like a racehorse -- off and running. 

He had sideburns, longer than, would be considered tolerable in an office. 
His voice was soft. He had a brush for a moustache. Linda had never kissed a 
moustache before. 

She took a deep breath and recalled her assertiveness training course from 
the previous evening. Say what you feel. Say it directly. And say it 
tactfully. 

"I find you very attractive," Linda began. "Why, thank you." Mr. Millhouse 
seemed taken aback but recovered rather quickly. He reached out and touched 
her arm. Linda's skin tingled. She grabbed his hand, but he was the one who 
drew her closer. They were standing directly in front of each other now. He 
looked over his shoulder at the pane of window glass in the door, then drew 
her around a corner of the room behind the piano where they could not be 
seen. 

He kissed her warmly, with his soft, thick lips. Linda seemed to melt like 
putty. When her spirit awoke, she found him still standing there, in her 
arms. 

"You needn't pay me this way," he advised. 

"Wouldn't be a bad idea, would it, Mr. Millhouse?" laughed Linda. "I mean, 
just joking." She didn't want him to think she was a screwball or anything. 

"I know you're joking," he said. "Call me John, by the way. You're very 
lovely," he added. "You're the prettiest student I've ever had." 

"Why, thank you," she said, pleased. Then she leaned to kiss him again. She 
pressed her lips hard against his. She pressed his body with her own. Her 
large, firm breasts rubbed against his chest. She tongued his mouth and he 
tongued her back. "Oh, that feels good," she said softly, withdrawing her 
mouth, and staring at his longingly. "Tell me, are you married?" she asked 
him as objectively as possible. Her assertiveness was amazing even her. 

"I don't think so," came the answer. 

"Now, what does that mean?" she laughed. "You're joking." 

"I'm not married. Yet." 

"Engaged?" 

"That's a toughie. Hard to say." He drew her close again. "Don't go. We can 
do it right here, if you need to. Or want to." 

She whispered. "I'd like that, John. I'd like that very much." 

"I can even lock the door." He went over and flipped the latch. Then he 
pulled a clean blue bandanna handkerchief out of his pocket. "Here," he 
whispered, "lie on this." 

She was already yanking her skirt up over her panty hose tops. John sank 
down to the floor beside her, placing his hand on her upper thighs. She 
sighed. 

"Your hands feel so good, John. Are you sure no one will know we're here?" 

He shook his head. "I doubt it. This room doesn't get used for another half 
hour." 

Linda sighed. She picked up a strand of her long blond hair and tickled his 
face with it. Then she nuzzled his moustache with her nose, and gave him a 
kiss. But in a moment they were down to business. 

Linda rolled back full length on the floor. She let her legs and thighs be 
pried wide apart by John's hand. His touch was so gentle on her. He found 
the tops of her panty hose and peeled them party-way down, just to expose 
the firm, fleshy part of her thighs. 

"Oh, you're beautiful here. My God!" he leaned over to kiss her upper thigh, 
flesh all over, and to nibble on its tender white skin. 

Then his lips found their way upward and over to her pussy flesh, moist and 
clothed in their white panties. He cupped his palm over her mound. 

"Ohhhhh," she moaned. She pulled the elastic waist open herself and pushed 
his fine, large hand in, stuffing it down her groin. 

He was quick to pick up on the idea. His fingers filled her magically and 
she lay back and squirmed and moaned, clapping her hand over her mouth at 
intervals to prevent her moans from being heard downstairs. 

She was wet, so wet. "You're very warm here," John said, rubbing her pussy. 
"Your temperature is higher here than anywhere else." 

"Sez who?" Linda snickered. "Oh, do it, do it some more. Please." The 
cravings were getting too much for her, in her pussy. 

He fingered her clit and cunt hole fast and hard. She moaned and twisted and 
turned on the blue bandanna handkerchief. Soon she was groaning and her 
breath came in thick gasps. 

"Please, more, more, oh, do it deep, John, oh, please." She spread her 
thighs as wide as her panty hose would allow. They clung around her calves, 
binding them together. But he was still satisfying her, and fast. 

As he brought her to a climax, she shuddered and laughed deep in her throat. 
He kept jutting a finger in and out of her soft, moist cunt hole, and she 
found it deeply satisfying. 

When she felt she'd had enough, given their short time together, she began 
fingering his zipper mid finally got it down. She dipped into his shorts and 
came up with her prize. His dick was as long as her husband's, yes, even a 
little longer, she thought. And a little thicker. 

She clasped it gratefully, hard and erect. "Bring it here," she advised him. 
He came closer to her, walking on his knees, and she began sucking it until 
it was rock-hard. "Oh, put it in me, please, PLEASE!" she pleaded. She loved 
sucking him, but she didn't want to waste their brief moments on that, when 
she needed him so desperately inside her hot and juicy hole. 

"Sure, sure, Linda, anything you say," he said gently. He pulled his pants 
down to his knees and mounted her, at the same time freeing her breasts from 
her bra and pushing her red blouse up. "Oh, they're beautiful," he gasped. 

He touched them tenderly and leaned to suck them both, one at a time, 
squeezing and kneading the nipples and feeling the firm breast flesh. Linda 
moaned. 

Then he entered her, at first the firm cockhead and then the whole staff. 
"Oh, give me your cock, give it here. Oh, plug me with it. Oh, please, 
please," she moaned, and she felt the cock filling her, stuffing her, 
filling her to capacity. Oh, it was that feeling she craved so terribly all 
the time. 

"Oh, you're beautiful," he said, looking down and eyeing her half-clad, 
half-naked body beneath him. She looked up at him tenderly and felt his cock 
withdraw. 

Then he choked her full of it once more, leaning over at the same time to 
caress her tits. 

He held her thighs apart and began fucking her good now. And hard. When he 
tired of the in-out motion, he rotated his thick dick around and around 
inside of her. 

It didn't take long till he was hammering home. Linda felt the hard dong 
press deep. Her blood ran hot. Her heart pounded. He fucked her rapidly and 
she loved it. 

"Ohhhhh, John! You're great, oh, you're wonderful! Oh, you're the best 
teacher I ever had! Ohhhhhh! AIIHHHHH!" 

In that moment, he clapped a hand over her mouth. He had climaxed just in 
time to stop her shrieking. His thick, warm semen was already dribbling out 
of his block. 

Linda had felt it when he came. It was all she needed to feel fulfilled. The 
spunk had spurted against her cunt walls and was now dripping slowly, 
pleasantly, out of her. She'd felt the hand on her mouth right after that 
and her last screw was emitted into a muffling hand. Then John kissed and 
tongued her gaping mouth once more. 

"Ohhhhhhh, John, ohhhhh, John, that was terrific! Where'd you learn to fuck 
like that?" 

"Many years ago," he whispered, his lips still close to hers. "I used to be 
a hippie on the Lower East Side of New York. They call it the East Village. 
We used to fuck every night. And all day, too." 

"Your girl friend and you?" asked Linda, smiling brightly. She hadn't really 
expected an answer, and any mention of another sexual experience he had had 
was inappropriate in such an intimate moment as this. 

"Whoever," he answered, shrugging. "There were many. Sometimes several at 
one time." 

"Must have been nice," said Linda, pulling away slightly and letting his now 
slack dick fall away. "Nice for me now. But somehow fucking in a music 
school becomes you, John, more than screwing half the East Village." She 
reached her arm as far as it would go and picked up the alto recorder which 
had somehow rolled off the music stand. 

"Oh, I didn't mean to hurt you," said John sympathetically. "That was a long 
time ago." 

"That's okay," said Linda. "Tell you what you do, to make it up to me." 

"Sure, anything. But it can't take long." 

She shoved the recorder at him. "Fuck me with this." She kept a straight 
face. "Please!" 

John frowned. He gulped. "This?" he said. 

"Yes," Linda cooed. "I want you to fuck me with it." She parted her thighs 
and held her pussy lips apart for him. 

"I'm not sure it will fit," said John, trying to be good-humored, but 
hesitating. "Which end, the bell or the mouthpiece?" 

"Well, which end looks to you more like the male sex organ?" Linda asked 
sweetly. 

"Uh, you're right. Okay. Here goes." He inserted the mouthpiece end just 
inside her pussy lips. 

"Ohhhhhh," moaned Linda. There was a sharp wooden edge on it, but the wetter 
she got, and the more her cunt hole expanded, the better it felt. The 
circumference was the size of any man's cock. And beyond the slat, where the 
air vibrated, it tapered slightly, and continued on, unlike any man's cock, 
for eighteen inches. 

The recorder slipped further up her pussy. John rotated it around and around 
her inner cunt hole. It was touching her in all the right places now. It was 
a snug fit. He flitted his finger against her clit as he manned the recorder 
fucking-machine. 

"Ohhhhhhh, John, do that, yes, like that! Oooooooh, that's good. Ohhhhhhh, 
it's so nice. Mmmmmm." 

"I feel a little inadequate for you, Linda," said John evenly. 

"No, don't, please, don't," she said. "Mmmmm, that feels so good. I just 
thought this a fitting climax to our lesson, don't you agree?" 

Linda, in the middle of her pleasure, saw him close and open his eyes in 
mock impatience. 

"Oh, please. Just a little more and I'll be satisfied. Okay?" 

"You know if you masturbate too much, you'll never want to practice," warned 
John, fucking with gentle in and out motions of the recorder. 

"This will be for the last time," sighed Linda from another pleasant and 
erotic world. "I promise." Her face was rosy and relaxed. Her breath was 
coming more slowly, deeply now. "Oh, I'm just about there! Oh, please God, 
now, let me come again! Now! Mmmmmmm." 

She began humping herself hard against the recorder. Her breath came in 
short gasps. She began moaning. The instrument, planted deep inside, was too 
much for her. Her moans changed to deep guttural groans as the hot pleasure 
flashed through her groin. 

"Ohhhhhhh!" she groaned. 

"Okay, time to get dressed, student. You're all mussed." John took a 
protective attitude toward her. As he helped to brush her skirt off, he 
said, "Don't forget now. Practice every day. Your music, that is. And try to 
keep your recorder dry. I know that might be difficult for you!" 

When she straightened her clothes, he handed her purse and the recorder. 
John unlocked the door, and a young girl with long, straight brown hair, 
carrying a clarinet case, stared at Linda, as she entered. 

"HI, Lisa," greeted Mr. Millhouse. "You're late again, Lisa." 

"No, I wasn't!" protested the girl. "Your door was locked. Why was your door 
locked, Mr. Millhouse?" 

The door closed behind them, leaving Linda giggling in the hallway. 

Chapter Nine 

Linda was elated when she walked out of the music school, if not also a 
little exhausted. Her lesson had gone well. The elementary method he was 
using with her was working... to say nothing of the fringe benefits. She 
felt she was having an impact on places other than her own home. And she 
liked that. 

She felt so good that she took a slight detour and went over to First Avenue 
where the Boy Scouts office was located. She would put her name in to be a 
scoutmaster. In that moment, she had just the right amount of nerve. For 
Linda was a basically shy girl. 

"Yes, ma'am?" said a short, white-haired lady in a trim black suit and a 
white blouse. "May I help you?" 

"Uh, yes, I would like to be a scout leader." 

"Certainly. Would you kindly fill out this form? We prefer gentlemen, of 
course, but we can't always get them." 

Linda completed the form and handed it back to the lady. 

"Thank you, uh, yes, dear, we'll call you for an interview." 

"Oh, when will that be?" asked Linda, disappointed. She was counting on her 
first troop right away. 

"Oh, this week, never you fear," answered the lady sweetly. "It's so nice to 
have people so enthusiastic," she marveled. "Usually we have to recruit. 
Thank you so much." 

"Good-bye now," said Linda graciously. 

Outside, walking up the street, she had to smile. Enthusiastic, yes. To meet 
up with some fine father on an overnight hike? What could be more blissful? 
And Tim would never suspect. After all, it was all in the line of duty. How 
would he know someone's old man came along to chaperone? 

In a few weeks, she might need a chaperone. But before that time, she was 
determined to have fun. 

She was interviewed by the head of the local chapter that week, and passed 
with flying colors. Her age was a distinct bonus. They liked them young, but 
mature. And energetic. She was to take group at a church on the southeast 
side of town. 

She was hardly prepared for such an energetic group of young men. The 
outgoing scoutmaster, an older man, seemed glad to be rid of the bunch. She 
smiled continuously during the whole meeting and they eyed her curiously. 
Finally the man turned it over to her. 

"Yes," she smiled nervously, "I see there's a fine bunch of boys here." 

A wolf whistle sounded from the back of the boiler room where the boys were 
seated around a long table. 

"Thank you for your appreciation. I trust we will all get along just fine." 
She brushed her hair back over her shoulders, the movement raising her 
breasts an inch or two. 

"Mama mia," said another boy, with dirk hair and dark eyes. Linda's eyes lit 
upon him for a moment. His head wagged up and down; he was glad to have the 
attention. 

Linda continued. "How would you like to have an overnight hike soon?" she 
asked. 

Whoops and hollers resounded throughout the boiler room. 

"Well, I'm glad you like the idea. Summer is fast drawing to a close and it 
would be a nice way to spend a weekend in August, don't you think?" 

"Isn't that a bit fast, Miss..." began the outgoing scoutmaster, who had no 
more power as far as she was concerned. "You're new. You don't know what 
you're getting into. You must establish some discipline first. Get to know 
the boys. Have them work with you on their badges, and on all their other 
projects." 

"That can be done all winter," said Linda firmly, not batting an eye. 

When the meeting was over, Linda breathed a sigh of relief. But she was so 
elated she could hardly stand it. There was such excitement in that room, 
such energy! She found it excited and aroused her. And in a moment she could 
go home and masturbate it away. 

The boys came up to talk to her afterwards. One by one they gave her their 
vote of approval. The last one to leave, the dark-haired, dark-eyed boy, 
said to her, "Mrs. Carney, my dad would come with us on the overnight. I 
just know he would." 

Well, my dear, if he looks anything like you, I'm sure I'd be delighted, she 
thought. But she said, "Well, thank you. And who are you, may I ask?" 

"Dick. My father's name is Richard Ainico. He's nuts about women. I mean..." 

"We would be more than delighted to have him along, Dick. You invite him, 
will you?" She tried to conceal a smile. 

"Oh, thanks, Mrs. Carney thanks a lot." He turned and ran out of the room. 

Mrs. Carney gathered her purse and the materials she had brought along for 
an emergency project. She hadn't needed them. Outside the church she found a 
telephone. She dialed Frankie's hotel. He was not in. 

"I have a message from him for Elaine," said the hotel clerk. "Is this 
Elaine?" 

"No, this is not Elaine," said Linda coolly. She added, on second thought, 
"But I know Elaine, I'll give her the message." 

"She's to meet him after the theater tonight, and come with him to the 
closing theater party at the Ton House." 

"I'll give her the message," promised Linda. 

"Thank you." And she hung up. 

So Frankie would be leaving town soon. Her heart fell. Well, at least she 
had plans for the evening. Thank you, Elaine, whoever you are! She went home 
to change. 

He was cooking supper when she got home. He seemed to be getting used to the 
prospect. 

She bathed and changed into a black lace dress, one that drew sharp gasps 
and entranced expressions each time she entered a crowded room. Which had 
been rarely, lately. But it would do now for crashing a party. 

She came downstairs, heavily made-up and perfumed. Tim looked up from the 
stove and stared. 

"What's for supper, honey?" she asked bouncily, pretending not to notice his 
stares. 

"You," he answered, laid down his stew ladle and came towards her. 

"Oh, nothing doing," she said laughing, and backed away. "I'm going out. To 
a party, Tim. It's just a party," she added, in answer to the frown that 
crossed his face. 

"Don't I even get a kiss, Linda? Just a kiss? Remember me? I'm your old 
man." 

"A kiss, old man, here's a kiss." She pulled Tim into her arms and embraced 
him. It was good to feel his familiar body next to hers again. She planted a 
warm, wet kiss on his soft lips and withdrew. 

"I feel like I've been punished enough, Linda, for whatever I've done wrong. 
It's all happened so fast, I'm still not sure what I did. I guess you'd been 
storing it up for a long time, eh?" He pawed her face and brushed her blond 
hair back. 

"Not now, Tim. Later. We'll talk later." 

She pulled away and pushed her hair into place again. He took a step back 
towards the kitchen door. She didn't want him to try anything. Not after he 
had raped her that time. She didn't completely trust him anymore. 

"Linda -- Linda honey," he stammered. He looked crushed. "Not another 
evening at home, at home without you. Please, Linda. Have a heart." 

She had a heart and he was certainly tugging hard at its strings. But she 
was determined. There was something fierce and unrelenting in her now, and 
now that she was in touch with it, she would follow its course. 

"I'm going, dear. Good-bye." She turned on her heel and headed across the 
dining room to the front door. "I'll be back later, I promise." Then she bit 
her lip. 

She opened and closed the door quickly, before he could get any anti-social 
ideas. She walked briskly toward the car. 

A minute later she was racing through the streets, as fast as the speed 
limit would allow. She wanted to take a spin in the country for some fresh 
air before she returned to the motel for the theater party. There had been 
so much excitement in her life lately. She needed some peace and quiet to 
think. 

She drove slowly past the reservoir, along a dirt road. The air was mostly 
fresh out here, except for a gust of wind now and then that carried odors 
downwind from the corn syrup factory. 

She turned onto the shoulder under some tall bushes overlooking the 
reservoir and stopped. She was grateful for the calm. It was pretty and 
peaceful at dusk. 

She noticed one lone hiker coming down the road. He was tall, and young, and 
wore a kerchief around his neck. He noticed her car and waved casually, 
before he strode on past. She watched him in her rear view mirror, scuffing 
up dust with his boots. 

When he was, ten feet past the car and still walking, she honked the horn 
lightly. He looked back. Seeing her wave at him, he stopped, hesitated, then 
started on back toward her. 

Why not a little fling, Linda, before the party starts? You have some time 
to kill, she thought. 

"You're not an explorer scout by any chance, are you?" asked Linda as the 
young man came up to the car window. 

"Yes, ma'am, I am." 

"Where are you hiking from? Or to?" she asked pleasantly. She didn't wish to 
appear overanxious. 

"Uh, from Barney," the teen said, nodding over his shoulder. Barney was a 
town about six miles away. A safe enough distance. 

"Ah, I've just become a Boy Scout leader in Livermore myself," said Linda. 
"It's all new to me. I'm really learning a lot." 

"That's nice," he said, friendlier. "I just got my church award. For service 
and things like that." 

That made him more of a challenge, thought Linda. "Can I drop you 
somewhere?" she asked. 

"Oh, no, I like to walk. I'm just going to my aunt's house. For a late 
supper." 

That made it a doubly hard challenge, Linda thought. "What's this bush 
called to my right?" she inquired, feigning interest. "I'm not up on my 
flora and fauna, as I should be." 

"Mulberry," said the youth quickly. He picked a berry, wiped it on his 
trousers, and ate it. Then he picked one for her. 

Thems the berries, thought Linda. "Thank you." She accepted the treat 
graciously and popped it in her mouth. She hopped out of her car door just 
then, slammed it, and walked around to his side. 

He seemed awkward and ill at ease. But he had a fine body, a fine, strong, 
young body. Linda looked him boldly up and down. "You must be all of 
seventeen," she said. 

"Eighteen, ma'am," he said. "What's your name?" 

"Gordon," came the abrupt reply. "Gordon what?" 

"Gordon White." 

"Oh, mine's, uh, Lila Casey," she said quickly. If the seduction were 
successful, she didn't want it traveling the Boy Scout circuits so quickly. 
People tended to know each other in small towns, she knew. 

"You're a fine specimen of a scout," she said easily. "A tribute to our 
organization." 

"Thank you, ma'am," the boy beamed. "I appreciate that, coming from a-a 
woman, a scoutmaster like yourself." 

"Yes, why don't they call us scout mistresses, I wonder?" laughed Linda. 

"Why, you know, I don't know that," said Gordon thoughtfully, "That's a good 
suggestion." 

"You're a sincere guy," said Linda after a moment's pause. 

"I try to be," answered Gordon. "Is there anything else I can show you? I 
mean, a plant or a bush?" The boy was blustered. "I know them pretty well." 

"There is something you can show me, Gordon. If you would. And it's not a 
plant or a bush... exactly. It's-it's something else." Linda began rubbing 
her hands along her thighs, up and down. She couldn't help it. It was a 
revealing gesture, revealing even to her. She knew, now, how homey she was. 
And that she had to have this young scout. She would be his mistress or 
bust. 

"You, Gordon," she said coolly, seductively, reaching for his crotch. She 
stepped quickly forward to make sure he wouldn't get away. She grabbed him 
between his legs and felt a hard underpinning beneath her hand. 

"Ohhhh, Miss -- Miss Casey. Oh, don't. Don't do that. Please!" He yelled out 
and pulled away. 

Linda released her hand quickly. "What's wrong? What's the matter? You're 
all ready," pleaded Linda. "You're hard." She couldn't let him escape so 
easily, not when his body was complying with her wishes, even if his head 
was not. Yet. 

"But I-I never -- I mean, I just took the church award and..." 

"You've never had a woman, is that it?" said Linda sympathetically. "There 
has to be a first time, you know. Why not? I'm a good teacher. Experienced. 
Willing. And there's no one else around. No one will ever know." 

"No, no, I've never had a woman. I mean, I never even had a girl! I mean, 
you're so old. I-I'm sorry. I mean to say that." 

Linda threw back her head and laughed. She was a big chagrined, though. "I 
understand," she said quickly. "It MUST seem strange to you. But very, very 
handsome." 

She ran her hand down his groin, over his thigh, and up and down around his 
ass cheek. He was well-muscled. He must be very strong, she thought. Goes 
out for sports. 

And he was a virgin. 

She took him by the hand and lead him, slightly tagging, down the small 
embankment to the reservoir. It was part sand and part rock and a bit of 
dirt and grass. The mulberry bush hid them from the wad where an occasional 
car would pass. And what the bushes didn't hide, night soon would. 

Linda sat down and pulled him down too. She paused a minute before kissing 
him. She didn't want to frighten him. He might rim. 

She leaned and planted her lips on his. Then withdrew. She heard a short 
gasp from him. She kissed him again, a second longer this time, and again 
withdrew. His chest heaved once or twice, and he didn't take his eyes off 
her. When she leaned to kiss him a third time, he was ready. He kissed her 
back. Or rather he pecked her. 

It was a beginning, Linda thought. 

She grasped him by both cheeks then and this time, in a long and drawn-out 
kiss, placed her tongue between his lips and gently drilled it in. Her firm 
pressure caused him to open his mouth. Linda seized the opportunity to 
explore all the inner recesses of his warm, wet mouth. Only smacking and 
grunting sounds could be heard. 

He was sighing audibly now at intervals. He clutched her arm clumsily and 
she brought his hand slowly, patiently, down to her right tit. There was an 
awkward, guttural hiss deep in his throat when he touched her there, as if 
he'd held his breath for years to touch a woman in that place. Now he could 
relax. His fingers and hand were squeezing in all the right places. Linda 
had never before encountered such eager hands. 

She quickly pushed his hand down her low-cut dress, down and inside the bra, 
till he was grasping flesh. He squeezed her breast till it hurt. He found 
the fine pink nipple and squeezed that, too. He rolled it around in the palm 
of his hand. 

She would get him all hot before she would go back to the car to get a 
blanket. She didn't want him running away. 

This time HE kissed HER. He tilted his head awkwardly to hers and smacked 
her on the lips. Then he inserted his tongue, as she had, and drove it, 
slowly at first, and then wildly, in and out of her mouth. His tongue was 
thick and wet and divine. 

Linda devoured it eagerly. She impaled her mouth on it. She sucked on it. 
And she felt his hand descend down her body, from her naked breast to her 
leg. Up, up, went the hand underneath her black lace dress. It touched the 
bare flesh above the gartered hose she wore. It fingered the delicate, soft 
flesh. Her pussy dripped honey into her tight lace panties. 

She squirmed in his anus. "Oh, you wonderful hunk of male flesh," she 
drooled between kisses. 

"Look, I've gotta fetch a blanket from the car. I don't want to ruin this 
dress. Okay?" She tried to pull from his grasp, but he wouldn't let go. 

"No, you're changing your mind," Gordon said. A frown passed over his face 
and he bit his lower lip. 

"No? What! Are you crazy? To leave a young hunk of man like you? You've 
gotta be joking. Now let go and I'll be right back." 

"No, I won't let you go. You're a cock-teaser like all the rest." 

"What? What are you talking about? All the rest of who? I'm no adolescent. I 
thought that went out in the fifties." 

"No, not out here it didn't," Gordon answered, rubbing his crotch. 

"You poor boy. You must be starved for sex. Look, I'll make it up to you, 
what all those priggish girls did to you." She rubbed his gigantic hard-on 
affectionately. She traced its entire length with her fingers. She patted it 
fondly and struggled to her feet. 

"I'll be right back." 

"No!" he said, and pulled her back down. His voice was insistent. 
Determined. "You aren't going anywhere until you put out for me." 

Linda frowned. "That's a disgusting expression." She scratched her head. "It 
sounds so... so forced. Like it's work or something. A chore. I never found 
sex a chore in my life, dear. And I'm not about to for a long, long time. 
Now will you let me get up and get that blanket, or do you want to get it?" 

"I'll get it," Gordon said. He struggled to his feet and hobbled over to the 
car, clutching his groin all the while. He certainly did have a hard-on, 
Linda observed. It pushed his scout pants out, giving them the look of a pup 
tent. 

Gordon came back with the blanket and a contorted expression on his face. 
"Here," he said and tossed the blanket to Linda. She immediately spread it 
out and began pulling off her dress. 

Gordon sank to his knees and unzipped his fly. His cock came crashing out of 
his boxer shorts. 

"Can I call you Linda?" She nodded and looked at him questioningly. "I-I'm 
afraid I haven't been a very good scout. I didn't come prepared. You know. 
Prophylactics." He blushed. 

"They make them now in the color you're blushing. Did you know that?" Linda 
smiled gently. "No need for them, Gordon. No need for rubbers. I'm on the 
pill." 

"Oh." 

"You know about the pill, don't you?" Linda stood up and wiggled out of her 
panties. Gordon's eyes were riveted on her pelvis, pussy and thighs. 

He only nodded, and kept staring at her. She was naked now except for her 
bra which clung at an awkward angle around her chest. 

"Would you, please, Gordon?" she asked and twirled about so he could reach 
the clasp. She bent down so her ass jutted practically in his face. 

He nodded again and was still nodding even after he finished unclasping her 
bra. She turned around again so he could see her entire naked body. 

"You're beautiful," said Gordon. "Ravishing. Stunning. I don't know why 
you're doing this for me. I don't know why you want me." 

"Why not? Just call it my good deed for the day, Gordon." 

Linda was on all fours now on the blanket and crawling toward him. A loon's 
wail pierced the quiet. It was dusk. 

Linda's breasts hung like mammoth melons. Gordon seized one and squeezed it 
as she came near him. Her hand grasped his boxer shorts and squeezed the 
mammoth cock. She quickly made him stand and pull down his pants and shorts. 

There, before her eyes, was the largest cock she'd ever had the pleasure of 
tackling. 

She took his long, thick instrument in both her hands. She whacked away at 
it. His staff was a pleasure to hold. It was stiff and cocksure and she felt 
its muscle work in and out of her hands. 

"See?" she said to Gordon. "I'm not one to kiss and run. I go through with 
things. Because I want to. I like sex. I'm leaving my husband because he 
can't give me enough. Are you clear on that point?" 

"So that's your story, huh? Ohhhh, Linda, that feels good. Mmmmmm, oh, 
that's great. Oh, help, I can't hold it for long." 

"Yes, that's my stow. You're good for several rounds, aren't you, dear?" 

She jacked him off even harder now, feeling around the moist, circumcised, 
cockhead and the narrow ridge under it. When she leaned to kiss the 
sensitive puckered area beneath, to touch it with the very tip of her wet 
tongue, he went ape. 

"Ohhhhh, my God, oh, I'm going to come, uh-oh, you don't want me to come in 
your mouth, do you? Don't do that. Better not do that. I-I'm Catholic, 
Linda." 

"You don't want to confess it?" Linda gasped between licks, horrified. 
"Well, honey, better to have loved and repent, I guess, than never..." 

She couldn't help it. She had to lick it. She took the whole cockhead in her 
mouth and sucked on if voraciously, like a crazed, half-starved woman, like 
the woman that she was. 

She licked rapidly all over the cock's surface. His attempt to tug away from 
her quickly faded under the expert persuasions of her warm moist tongue. 

She licked all the way down the cock shaft to the base, lodged in a mass of 
black pubic hair. She squirmed down for a better lick at his balls, bobbing 
below the hair and she lapped those too. He squirmed and moaned his 
pleasure. 

He clasped her head in his hands and ran his fingers down through her long 
hair that was now tousled around her arm and his cock. 

Linda kept jacking the stiff flesh as her mouth made its way back to the 
cockhead. Then she lay down. Gordon positioned himself over her head, and 
she took his cock down her throat. 

"Fuck me, fuck my mouth," Linda crooned with Gordon's meat in her mouth. 
"Fuck my throat. Go on. I dare you, cage scout. You'll get an award if you 
do." 

Gordon, mounted on her, moved his pelvis and hips and huge, muscular thighs 
rapidly back and forward, plunging in and out of her gaping mouth. "More, 
more, Gordon," she mumbled. 

He penetrated her mouth further, working the cock back more and more 
touching the back of her oral cavity. Her moist lips sucked on it and her 
hot oven-like breath wafted sweetly over it. Finally the cockhead found its 
way down into her throat cavity. 

It made her gag at first. She felt like she was choking. Then she began 
breathing easily, around the sides of the cock, taking pains not to gag. The 
cock felt so good lodged in her throat like that. He fucked her throat 
gently then she signaled him to give her the works. 

Meanwhile she played with her pussy. Gordon was a beginner. He couldn't be 
expected to think of things like that. So she fingered her own sizzling 
pussy flesh, penetrating her cunt hole, juicy and dripping, and bringing out 
the thick honey, twirling her fingers around her gaping hole. 

"Nghnnghngh," he was groaning as the first few drops of come were dribbling 
from his slit. 

She held tight to his thigh with one hand, bracing her weight against it, as 
she continued finger-fucking her wet pussy with the other. 

She licked and sucked his prick feverishly now. She knew he was going to 
come any second. And he did, gushing into her mouth and pouring cum down her 
throat. 

She nearly gagged on it, the fluid was so thick and prolific. But she took 
it, a little at a time, a mouthful at a time. She kept swallowing as fast as 
it came. She gulped and sucked and sucked and gulped. She sucked all the 
remaining fluid out of the shrinking prick. 

Then she let the penis fall out of her gasping mouth. Her chest heaved. She 
was panting. Then she went to work on her own pussy. She was so hot and 
horny she could hardly stand it. 

"Oh, Gordon, help me, help me, honey." She began shoving both her hands and 
all her fingers into her twat. 

Gordon eased down onto the blanket, exhausted. And just in time, for a car 
was going by very slowly. The two lovers looked up. The could barely see it 
through the bushes. It continued on out of sight. 

"How do I help you?" asked Gordon. "Boy, I feel great. Terrific. Wait'll I 
tell the guys in the troop about this!" 

"Better not," Linda advised. "At least don't tell them who your partner 
was." She pushed her finger over her clit and rubbed frantically. 

"But they'll never believe me unless I do," Gordon said. He turned on his 
side and began feeling her pubic hair, rubbing his hands in the thick blond 
growth and pulling the hairs till they made little raised places on her 
pussy flesh. 

"Ow, don't pull my hair," said Linda. "Please, help me, Gordon. Get down to 
business. We don't have much time." 

Gordon leaned over and kissed and sucked on her tit as he mauled the other 
with his left hand. 

"Atta, boy," sighed Linda. "Mmmmmm, oh, yes, like that. Make the nipple wet. 
Lick on it. Suck on it. Ohhhh, that feels good." She kept finger-fucking her 
pussy rapidly. "Now drop your left hand to my pussy. I'm Gordon. Please. Oh, 
I need you there." 

Gordon did as he was told. His large fingers delved into her pussy hole as 
her own fingers reluctantly abandoned it. He inserted one thick finger deep 
into her hole and she cried out in wild abandon. 

"That's it, Gordon," she panted. "Like that, boy. Ohhhhh, deep, go deeper, 
go clear up to the cervix. Yes, there, that's the cervix. Roll your finger 
around inside of me! Mmmmmmm!" 

"You're so wet," he said, looking at her. "Is that alright?" 

"Yes, of course, Gordon, it's all right. Just do more of it. See? Mmmmmm. 
I'm getting bigger. I'm gaping. Oh, feel me, feel me inside, Gordon! Use two 
fingers!" 

Gordon inserted his forefinger into her cunt along with his middle finger. 

"Yes, oh, yes, oh, that's wonderful! Mmmmmm!" Two of his thick fingers 
filled her to capacity. She was now chock full of Gordon's fingers. 

Her own finger was flitting rapidly over, her clit now. 

"Show me how to do that," Gordon begged. "What is that there? What are you 
doing?" 

"Mmmnmmm," Linda moaned as she whacked away, rubbing hard, making her love 
bud swell. "It's-it's my clit. Clitoris. Can't be technical at a time like 
this, Gordon. Just rub it. Rub it hard!" 

Gordon did so. "There?" 

"Over to the right a bit." 

"There?" Gordon changed position and leaned now full length over her. He had 
a bird's-eye view of her pussy. 

He was examining the fleshy folds of her pussy cleavage with the eye of a 
lab technician. He parted the slit lips and saw where she was pointing. 

"Yes, there," sighed Linda when he found her clit. He rubbed. "Ohhhhh, 
ohhhhh, honey!" 

He was a good lover, that Gordon. Already his hands and finger were going 
every which way our her fine luscious body, tweaking her nipples and mauling 
her tits, gouging deeply into her craving cunt hole, and rubbing her budding 
clit, until her whole groin exploded into a flew orgasm! 

She humped against his hands, panting and craving to satisfy herself once 
and for all. "Oh, morn, more, Gordon, oh, da it more!" she cried. "MORE!" 

He rubbed frantically and she humped frantically. The itching reached a 
crescendo in her body once again, higher the second time, and subsided. 

Her chest heaved. "Oh, that was wonderful. Oh, Gordon, thank you. Thank you, 
honey. Oh, I feel good. I feel great again. Mmmmmmm." 

"In what way?" Gordon couldn't keep his hands off her. "How do you feel when 
you come? You look terrific. So sexy." 

Linda opened her eyes. "That's sweet. You're so much nicer now. You've 
improved a hundred per cent in the last half hour. See what sex does for 
you?" 

Gordon laughed. She went on. 

"It's just like an itching and a rising and a craving for release, from the 
itch and from the tightness, the tension. Then zoom! You're off and 
exploding. It's tremendous. You must feel something like that." 

"Well," sighed Gordon. "A pay just aches to release it, I guess. His balls 
chum. The gunk has to go somewhere." 

"So you know all the words after all." 

"Never used them with anyone before. I've filled the toilet with gallons, 
with buckets of my cream. It gets lonely stroking at midnight." 

Linda looked at him and smiled. She passed her hand over his brow and raised 
herself to kiss him. "I imagine it does," she said gently. "You'll just have 
to find yourself a girl friend." 

"I don't know anyone who does it, who'll do it with in," Gordon explained. 

"Seek and you shall find," said Linda. "Now that you aren't afraid anymore, 
now that you know what it's all about, I predict things will get better for 
you." 

"I wasn't afraid before," said Gordon defensively. 

"No, I know you weren't," said Linda. She paused. "You know there's 
something else a woman likes to feel." 

"What's that?" said Gordon, looking up and tousling her hair tenderly. 

"She likes to be filled. She likes to be filled with a man's giant hard 
cock. She likes him to fuck her and empty his spunk right into her cunt. 
That's what it's all about. As far back as Adam." And Linda's hand went to 
Gordon's slack penis and began jacking it. 

"Oh," said Gordon smiling. "Well, good luck, if you can. I imagine you're 
good at that, getting it up again, I mean. Tell me, how many men have you 
had?" 

"Oh, I lost count," Linda said, not wanting to discuss the subject. 

"Really?" asked Gordon, perking his ears. "Boy, I hope I can say that some 
day." 

"You will, you will," Linda said confidently. "With a slick like yours, 
you'll need a manager." 

Gordon laughed. "You know something? You make me feel good." 

"I'm glad, baby. Now make me feel good." And she felt the boy's cock respond 
to her slow and patient whacking. 

"Mmmmmm," moaned Gordon softly. Disbelievingly, he watched his stick grow, 
he watched his muscle stuff itself with blood, blood rolling through his 
veins. His balls stirred again. 

"Mmmmmmm, I knew you could do it, I knew you had it in you, Gordon." 

There was silence for a minute. Linda rubbed and rubbed until she had a good 
stiff erection going. Then she rubbed some more to make sure it was 
rock-hard. 

She carried saliva from her mouth to the hard cockhead and lubricated it. No 
need to get involved with sucking him off again. She wanted to make sure he 
got it in her pussy where she needed it the most. 

She jacked the engorged dick a few seconds longer, then tugged it gently 
towards her. "You can put it in, Gordon. Go ahead. Your first woman. Mount 
me. Get on me." 

Gordon clambered awkwardly atop her and assumed a high push-up position. His 
stiff cock jutted straight out in front of him and grazed Linda's soft 
thigh. 

She spread her legs wide, exposing her juicy cunt hole to the proddings of 
his cockhead. "Go in, go in," she coaxed him. 

He rammed against her pussy hard and bumbling. He couldn't find the hole. 
Linda grabbed his stiff staff and nudged it against her inner pussy lips. 
Gordon gasped. So near to the pot of gold. 

Linda guided his prick into her, finding the hole and letting him thrust his 
cock in. He sent his prick flying halfway up her cunt hole. 

"Nghnnghngh," groaned Linda. "Go easy. Be gentle. Ah, that's it. Easy does 
it." She bore down as Gordon moved the remaining part of his dick deep into 
her. "Ohhhh, tooooooo much! Fuck me now, Gordon! Fuck me!" 

Gordon plunged his dick straight up her again, after pulling nearly out. 

"Nghnghngh," moaned Linda. "N quite so hard, I told you!" She guided him by 
setting up a rhythm of her own. She thrust back with her hips. Then she 
thrust her pelvis up and forward and grabbed his hard, muscled buttocks, 
pulling him forward at the same time. 

Chapter Ten 

Linda had a chance to freshen up in the motel restroom before entering the 
noisy party. She didn't look too bad for having just seduced a Boy Scout at 
the reservoir. She paper-toweled herself between her legs when no one else 
was looking. She toweled the musty, easily detected odor of semen away. 

She quickly dropped her dress-skin when a woman entered. The woman, young 
and pretty, entered a stall, weaving. 

Linda shrugged. Boozing it. She'd never notice. Linda brushed off her dress 
with her hand. She applied her make-up quickly. I need more dresses, she was 
thinking. I must have time for that sewing class. How can I sandwich it 
between the assertiveness training class and the flute lessons? Well, I'll 
manage it, she thought. 

It was now or never. Linda gave one last look into the mirror. She emerged 
from the restroom and made her way to the large dining room. No one stopped 
her as she entered. 

She edged between people, smiling at each man who looked her way, till she 
got to the bar. "V.O. and seven," she said. 

"Well, how did YOU get in?" said a male voice behind her. She creamed into 
her panties. 

Coolly she turned and addressed Frankie. "How nice to see you again!" she 
replied, ignoring his question. She eyed him, half seductively and half 
ready to throw her drink in his face if he dared to insult or reject her 
again. 

"You have surviving power," he commented. He stared her down, then leaned 
over to kiss her on the lips. 

His warm lips broke the ice. "How have you been?" she asked, only a shade on 
guard now, and only slightly resenting his sudden familiarity. 

"Fine. I fly out of here tomorrow. Thank God. Was a terrific experience -- 
don't mean to insult your ton," he said cautiously. 

"But you miss your family. Your wife," she filled in. 

"Yes. But Chicago mostly," he said drily. "How did my friend work out for 
you there? I hesitate to ask." 

"Fine, just fine. It won't happen again, I assure you. I needed just enough 
to get me out of a financial nit. He was more than generous." 

"I dare say you were too. You have an expensive body, my dear. You mustn't 
throw it around like that." 

"I'm having fun, Frankie. Getting to know different types. Of men." Visions 
of cocks danced in her head. 

He laughed. "I must say, you will succeed at anything you try. That's a good 
sign. Still considering the theater?" 

She shrugged. "Haven't thought much more about it. Maybe. Why not?" 

"It may deliver the moral boost you need. What about your husband?" 

"I have no idea. I don't miss him when I go out evenings. But it's nice to 
know he'll be there when I go home." 

"You hope he'll be there!" 

His statement gave her pause. She shrugged it off. She liked Frankie. Quite 
a bit in fact. Though she couldn't forget that time when he'd judged her so. 

"Forgive me?" she said. 

He nodded. "Here's looking at you." He raised his glass and they both drank. 
"I was expecting someone else tonight. A local friend. Not as pretty as you, 
I might add." 

"Ohhhh?" Linda pretended innocence. Here's to Elaine. 

"She hasn't shown up. It's just as well. I'd like to take you home with me 
instead." 

"Home?" asked Linda. 

"My temporary home. The hotel." He paused, and raised his hand dramatically 
in a sweeping gesture. "Well, it just occurred to me, why not Chicago, too?" 

"You should leave home," said Frankie, raising his head. Linda shrugged. The 
cab hit a bump and he nearly tumbled down on top of her. They laughed. 

"Sorry, folks," apologized the cabbie. 

"Ever made it in the back of a taxi?" asked Frankie in a low voice. 

Linda shook her head. "Have you?" 

"Once. Paid the cab driver a lot of money. Told him to drive out to the edge 
of town where it was darker." 

Linda raised her eyebrows. "Must be exciting. Chicago, I mean." 

"Well, it's a cut above this place. You'd like it. You have a standing 
invitation." The cab stopped in front of the hotel. 

He took her arm going through the lobby and looked neither to the right nor 
the left. It was Linda who looked all around, slightly self-conscious, 
noticing everyone -- the desk clerk, the bellhop. When the bellhop nodded 
and Frankie didn't look up, Linda tugged on his arm. 

"Oh, good evening," he nodded and pressed the elevator button. "I'm very 
tired," he said. "It's been a long day. I've got to pack yet tonight." 

"I'll help you," said Linda. 

"You can help in other ways," Frankie said mischievously, mauling her tit 
and groin in the otherwise empty elevator. 

"Yes, oh yes, a thousand times, yes," quipped Linda. 

Inside the room, with the door closed, Frankie grabbed her, pulled her to 
him. 

She wondered if she would feel funny in a second man's arms the same night. 
She thought a minute, holding Frankie close. No, she reasoned. Gordon was a 
boy. Frankie was a man. She was very fond of him, she knew. She needed him 
all the way. 

Her breasts grazed Frankie's chest. He unzipped her dress and unhooked her 
bra. Then he eased his hand inside the low neckline and fastened on her tit. 
"Mmmmmmmm, nice to be back home again," he sighed. "Nice to feel this again. 
So nice and firm." 

His other hand went to her groin. He rubbed her hard. He pressed his own 
hard swelling against her. Her hand went down to unzip him. She felt the 
familiar tight bikini jocks. She rubbed him for a minute, then eased her 
hand down his pants and grabbed the massive dick and began fondling it. 

"Oh, your hand feels so good on my cock," sighed Frankie. 

"It feels good in my hand," Linda whispered. She turned her face up to 
Frankie's again, and he kissed her hard, whisking his tongue right through 
her soft, wet lips and thrusting deep and hard inside her mouth. 

"Mmmmmm," she moaned, sucking his tongue halfway down her throat. "Let me do 
this to your dick," she begged. The dress came off then and the panties and 
the bra. Linda prayed for no telltale signs of her encounter on the bank of 
the reservoir. She tugged at the belt in his pants and loosened them. They 
fell bra collar at his ankles. He stepped out of them. Then the jock shorts, 
with a tug here and there, came off of his thick stick and thighs, with 
difficulty. She helped him off with his shirt and tie. 

They fell into bed together, mauling and clawing one another's bodies. They 
were half-starved for each other. 

"Put it in," begged Linda for a second time that night. "Put it right in." 
Maybe a man could finish what a boy had started. 

"Yes, ma'am, at your service. I'd love to plant this between your lovely 
thighs." 

And he did. He pressed his smoldering cock into her already gaping, gushing 
hole. It slid right in without effort. 

"Ahhhhhh, that's better," said Linda. She held her man tight in her arms. 
She pressed her groin against his. She pushed her pelvis up against his and 
ground her naked body against him, feeling his dick go deep inside her. 

She twisted and turned her pelvis against it, feeling the cock deeply 
imbedded in her cunt hole. She milked and sucked it with her clasping cunt 
walls. 

"Ohhhhhhh," she moaned. "All night, did you say?" 

"All night, sweetie," Frankie answered, thrusting wildly in and out of her 
dewy hole. "All night." 


End
