RWS-209 The Neighbor's Pet
by Suzanne Mellows


Chapter 1

A descriptive paragraph she had typed onto final draft the day before 
from her husband's current masterpiece raced sensually through Beth Ann 
Durke's young mind as she watched her handsome neighbor leave his 
expensive home across Tasman Drive and walk with a smooth, athletic 
grace toward his three-car garage. Mmmm, he did! He literally radiated 
virility! What had Jay entitled the book? HER LUSTY NEIGHBOR? Yes, that 
was it ... and very fitting, or so it would seem. She remembered the 
exact passage:

He was tall, broad-shouldered and handsome, the possessor of a wealthy 
crop of black hair which was worn in fashionable masculine shagginess 
to the nape of his neck. Only slight tinges of grey brushed his 
temples; flecks of a similar color floated about in his lecherous dark 
eyes. Neighborhood wives, the promiscuous young girls who worked for 
him, in fact, women in general who happened to lay eye on him, couldn't 
help but secretly ask themselves the same erotic question. With such a 
handsome face and built, could he possibly be as good in bed as he 
physically suggested? In fact, just how big and enduring was it ... 
that unknown quantity he had to be superbly endowed with?

Yes, the intrigued, blonde wife lustfully imagined as she stood behind 
the front room drapes admiring Stan Wilson, he just had to be 
masterfully blessed with a large penis. She watched him back the black 
Continental from the garage, then saw his vivacious Sara come running 
from the house in a smart looking wrapper and matching gold slippers to 
bestow a day-lasting kiss on him through the lowered car window. With 
what Beth had come to regard as almost a neighborhood tradition, Sara 
Wilson carried on a simpering flourish of bye-byes and dainty swipes at 
her long, coal-black hair, then demurely clutched at the expanded bosom 
of her attractive robe until he was into the street and gone.

Undoubtedly, she'd bought the morning wrap in Los Angeles, Beth 
reasoned with envy. Certainly, there wasn't anything that chic in San 
Arbella, to say nothing of the Edgemont Heights shopping center! She 
tasted from her cup, letting her thoughts return to the male reason for 
her secret excitement as she moved from the window toward the kitchen. 
Again, she glanced down at the provocative ensemble she'd chosen for 
her intended role of seduction, trying to recall the reflection that 
her vanity mirror had offered.

It was her favorite outfit, but she was growing tired of it. Still, she 
was satisfied that it showed her legs and ripely curved body off best, 
and that was the delight of finely knitted material. Black always did 
things for her anyway - like most blondes who wore their long hair in a 
straight, below-the-shoulder fall of casualness and the skirt was more 
than just a little bit mini. Turtle necked and clinging, the 
combination not only displayed a racy eyeful of thigh, but made it 
possible for her to go without a brassiere and yet not appear 
chippyish. Fortunately, she still had the firm uplift of full rounded 
breasts to carry off the braless fad with a proud 'in' look, though she 
couldn't remember when she'd last discarded the snugly reassuring 
garment before that morning. Nor for that matter, she mused, a chill of 
lewd incitement prickling up her back, could she ever remember wearing 
a sexy garter-belt and high-thighed hose with a mini, either; but she 
was that morning, and with the sheerest wisp of black nylon panties she 
owned shading her most intimate parts!

The rackety-tat-tat of Jay's prolific typewriter coming from his study 
only helped to underscore her lurid intentions. Even if she didn't need 
shoes, her naughty little scheme would have taken her into Stan 
Wilson's 'Footwear For The Family' store to try on a new pair, and 
Jay's erotic writings were responsible. She'd certainly been conscious 
of their handsome neighbor's existence before her husband had chosen 
him as a model for his lead character, but it was the satyric lustiness 
that Jay had fleshed him with that had set the fire warmly glowing 
inside her loins. Silly though it was, Stan Wilson and Vic Slade of THE 
LUSTY NEIGHBOR had become one and the same person for her, while she 
saw herself as Della Stewart, the novel's sensuous and sexually 
frustrated young wife. As for Sara, Beth could hardly see her in the 
role of Maggie Slade, the bi-swinging temptress; she was too petite and 
prissily shy, as if she wouldn't speak at the table if she had a 
mouthful. But perhaps Jay was right when he insisted that those were 
the kind who came on like a prairie-fire in bed. She, herself, wouldn't 
know, though she couldn't help but wonder what Jay would ever do with 
such a wanton ball of flame if given the opportunity. In the fifteen 
months of their marriage he'd never once taken her all the way, and 
damnit, she wasn't that under-sexed, nor given to just lying there 
waiting for ecstasy to sweep her away ...

Oh well, to hell with it! The die had already been cast as far as she 
was concerned! If there were any regrets, providing her seductive 
little trap worked, they certainly wouldn't be on her part, the young 
blonde wife determined, a risqu thrill of arousal edging her nerves. 
She set her empty cup onto the kitchen table, tracing her lush, white-
glossed lips with a skilled little finger. For a moment, she listened 
to the rhythmic typing clatter of her egotistical, near middle-aged 
husband, the infuriating knowledge that he had unwittingly ensnared her 
with believable spoofs of security when she was on the rebound of a 
heartbreaking romance, adding to her fervid sense of non-guilt.

Love him? Yes, oddly enough, she knew that she did in some ridiculous 
sort of way. But what she had in mind, what had begun as a mere caprice 
and continued to ferment ever since she'd begun to re-type her spouse's 
pornographic manuscripts was far removed from that vein of affection. 
In the beginning, she'd had hope for their marriage, but the sexual 
frustrations had quickly drained the sap from it, leaving some sort of 
sterile bond she compared to the feeling she'd had for the uncle and 
aunt who'd raised her.

Jay Robert Durke was a big man, bearded of late, robust and a shade 
less than achieving complete failure when she'd met him. Generally, she 
thought of him as an overgrown child, awesomely equipped genitally, but 
God knows, heartbreakingly inadequate with all of his blessing. She'd 
actually met him in the office where she'd clerked and he'd been a once 
a month calling salesman. Her lover and future husband, who had been 
winding up his last year at law school, had done the sonofabitch thing 
... met and married another woman two weeks before!

She'd lived and breathed agony, probably two steps away from shoving 
her head into the gas oven of her apartment! Jay Durke, drunken 
lingerie traveler and an unknown week away from being fired, had been a 
desperately needed pillar to cling to. She had let him sleep with her 
the very first night and damned near laughed in his face in both mental 
and sensual chaos at his inexperienced love-making. Still, she'd had 
hopes, and he did mean security, so she had blindly married him that 
very week-end in Chicago and climbed aboard a 707 with everything she 
owned stored in the cargo below.

The dawning had come slowly. He'd found them a rundown apartment in San 
Arbella, and that's where they had stayed until he started making money 
and they'd moved to this rented luxury home across the street from the 
wealthy Stan Wilson. Though they had never completely run out of money, 
her meatloaf had begun to taste like salted glue before he'd made his 
connection with 'Mr. Ace,' proving that he could write, as he'd 
invariably insisted. From the beginning, after his continual bed 
fiascoes and the sickening realization that his offered security was 
little more than sand-castles he, himself, believed, Beth had sneaked 
off to bed at night when she could, while he worked into the wee hours. 
In the daytime, he faithfully chased down the 'Help Wanted' ads, but 
their romance which had never existed from the onset as far as she'd 
been concerned, was rapidly destroying her. She'd been closer to 
leaving him than she had shoving her head in the oven back in Chicago! 
Then, he'd sold his first porno book!

All of those grueling midnight hours he'd spent had suddenly taken on 
meaning for her, but nothing in comparison to the sight of his first 
check! She'd sat there staring at it in an almost greedily wicked 
passion, the full meaning of her tearful happiness leading to the utter 
fizzle that erotic night of love-making should have been. God! she'd 
inwardly groaned in despair, how long was a girl expected to indulge 
her natural need with the caresses of her own finger?

Indefinitely, she'd finally concluded, while reveling in the 
extravagances the self-glorious man showered on her! But as the weeks 
passed the feeling of security became matter-of-fact, and his 
impractical spending less consoling. By the time they'd settled on 
Tasman Drive, Beth knew she had to do something, or hopelessly lose her 
mind! She was twenty-six years old and he damned near twice that, not 
an intolerable age difference had they been compatible in bed. But 
instead, he was destroying the most intimate of her possessions ... her 
sensuality! It was sometime during that period of desperation that 
she'd offered to do his final typing in one last effort to drown her 
frustration in his work, and try to save their marriage.

"Hey ... this is pretty raw stuff for you, baby," Jay had replied to 
her offer, a big grin broadening his reddish, hairy face. "Maybe you 
should read a book or two, first ..."

"Oh ... come on, daddy. I'm twenty-six remember? Your little Beth knows 
all the nasties ..."

Oh, but had she been wrong! The vintage of her erotica, she'd quickly 
discovered, was early teenage ... schoolgirl ... and at that, a dozen 
years behind the time! Jay's first two books had enlightened her there, 
and then some. Maybe he was no fireball in bed, but what he couldn't 
conceive of with the lust-inciting, written word, had sent her avidly 
pouring through his following novel, plus the two after that! Whewww! 
She'd always considered herself a normal, desirous female with basic 
tendencies, but her forty-six year old husband's pornographic tales had 
generated unknown fiery tingles of forbidden temptation inside her the 
likes of which she'd never even dreamed of! She'd even attempted to 
experiment with some of his wanton females' antics, taking them to bed 
with her to try on him, but for some reason she'd never, never 
understand, that had been futile too. He was a paper tiger!

His maddening pattern of inability, in fact, had grown even worse 
before her increasing, passionate hunger, until the reading and typing 
of his manuscripts had, like an aphrodisiac, brought her to this very 
morning! Frightened? Yes, she was that and then some, but just as 
determined, too ...!

"Beth ...? How about some hot coffee for your lover-man, baby?"

A grating twinge immediately gnawed at the sexily dressed young wife's 
belly at her trumpeting husband's summons. Lover-man, she repeated in 
mockery under her breath. He'd been that the night before, too! As 
usual, he'd driven her almost to the peak of the mountain, then left 
her there to get over the top by herself, or slide back down, whichever 
she preferred. He'd been too drunk to know how she'd managed it, but 
she had and by stealing a page from one of his salacious volumes, while 
he'd snored like a disgusting, satiated ox beside her ... It was right 
then that she'd definitely made up her mind ...!

"Beth?" he shouted again, louder this time.

"Yes ... I heard you, Jay. It's coming," she returned, carefully 
keeping the irritation from her tone, and it wasn't too difficult. With 
the morning sunshine, she realized that she had again slept away the 
frustrated anger. That, along with the sensuous intentions she'd set 
her pruriently fevered mind to in luring her handsome neighbor into an 
affair, left small room for wasted resentment.

Still, she couldn't help but recall with little fiery ripples of lust 
how close Jay had come to doing it for her the night before! They both 
had plenty to drink, he, twice as much as she, of course, and that had 
been her fault. She'd fed them to him with purpose, operating on 
another theory which he repeatedly had used in his novels ... the 
staying power of the well-liquored male. God, if there was any truth in 
it - she had excitedly thought as she skipped around in her see-through 
nightie to make him drinks before curling up beside him on the couch 
and letting him lustfully run his big, hot hands over her nearly naked, 
erogenous curves - he should wind up a human dynamo! She'd gotten him 
drunk, amazed as always by his alcoholic capacity, and just as 
astonished at his unbelievable recuperative ability, such as this very 
morning. She doubted if he even knew the meaning of the word 
'hangover.'

He had been panting, animalish, and staggering when they'd made it to 
the bedroom for the final course. Smoldering, she'd whipped her nightie 
over her head, bouncing nakedly onto the bed into a lewd, thigh-spread 
position like a child playing 'statue,' except she'd been a very hot 
young wife with no intentions of taking an immobile part in the game! 
"Christ, baby, you're a voluptuous doll to look at!" he'd thick-tongued 
in a hoarse voice, pulling at his clothes while she laid there watching 
him.

Sure, he was getting soft with age and noticeably paunchy with an 
overhang of spare-tire around the middle, but the long, thick hardness 
of his lust-swollen penis standing out from his strong, hairy loins 
immediately dwarfed all else. Trembling sensations of shameless desire 
had shivered over her exciting nakedness, her craving eyes riveted on 
his large, sperm-bloated testicles heavily swaying between his legs. 
God, how desperately she had hoped ...!

Suddenly, he'd been on top of her, kissing her with drunken passion, 
nibbling at the hardened pink nipples of her swollen breasts, running 
his big, searing hands over her wetly throbbing pussy, while his cock 
throbbed against the sensitive flesh of her thigh. He'd muttered and 
panted to her sensual writhings beneath him, choking out obscene, 
stimulating words and phrases of love that had fervidly goaded her to a 
point of whorish lust. God, she'd suck him if he'd let her! But no ... 
no, not first! He had to ... had to make her cum at least once before 
anything else, and she wanted to do nothing that might destroy that 
possibility!

He drunkenly crawled between her eagerly trembling thighs which she'd 
anxiously spread wide for him. "I'm going to fuck you right out of your 
mind, lady!" he'd lewdly promised, using the four-letter tools of his 
trade that she wanted to hear. Their graphic sounds fired her with wild 
chills of intensive passion. "Put it in, baby! Stuff it in your hot 
little cunt-hole!"

She'd been that certain of the 'at last' moment when she'd reached down 
and grasped the heated length of his solid, thick cock to splay open 
the moistened lips of her hungrily throbbing vagina, placing its fleshy 
head at the mouth of her cunt. Impatiently, she'd spread her legs even 
further as she raised her steaming loins up to him, confident that this 
time his fantastic spear of hardness was going to do it for her, and 
not caring how hard he plunged that first time!

He had! His huge, hotly throbbing cock had raced into the liquid 
reception of her wanting pussy-channel like a challenging knight with 
huge lance in jousting charge, filling the dilated core of her seething 
young body with an enchantment of fury. Yes ... yes, this time! It 
would happen this time, she'd feverishly reasoned, straining beneath 
this powerful man, her husband, in sluttish abandon!

His raging cock had wildly pounded in and out of the tight, pink 
opening up between her legs, while he grunted and spewed deliciously 
foul words and phrases down at her, each and every one inciting her all 
the more.

"Oh, oh, Jay lover ...! It's beautiful! Yessss! Fuck me out of my mind 
... like you promised!"

"Yehhhh ... right out of your cunt-boggled mind, baby!" he'd gasped. 
"Your lover-man's layin' it in there, ain't he? Filling your hot belly 
with a yard of fat cock, eh eh?"

"Oooo yes, darling yesss! A-And I'm going ... going to suck it for you 
... make it cum right in my mouth!" she'd obscenely hissed up at him, 
realizing now that her lewd promise had been her first mistake because 
he had gone out of his mind in excitement.

She'd felt the tremble of muscular tension ripple over his big heavy 
body above her. "Goddamn!" he'd blurted. "And ... and you mean it, too, 
don't you, kitten! S-Suck me off ...! Shit ...! Get ready, honey, big 
daddy's gonna blow 'em! Oh Christ ..."

And he had, his cock had raced into her frantically churning pussy and 
began to spew its life-draining, masculine semen into her. With bitter 
frustration, she'd dug her nails into his naked ribs, his arms, his 
shoulders!

"Oh no ... nnooo, Jay, pleaseee?" she'd begged, even knowing it was 
useless as she thrust her wetly pulsating loins up at him to accept his 
warmth puddling into her belly.

Until finally, there'd been nothing but the rolling of his huge, 
passed-out frame off of her, the wild burning hunger aflame in her 
loins and belly nearly driving her to tears! She wasn't about to try 
and haul him up onto the pillow; in fact, he could have died right 
there and she would have probably celebrated! The bastard! The drunken, 
selfish bastard! Oohhhh ... and she'd been so hot ... hooottt!

She'd remembered, then, his very own words from the written page 
luridly streaming through her mind! The identical situation ... and 
without hesitation, she'd sat up, taken Jay's limp hand to place his 
thick fingers the way she wanted them, and then wormed two of them up 
into her hotly seething vagina. She locked her naked thighs to hold his 
fingers in place while she obscenely squirmed and writhed her naked 
loins onto their semi-limpness, at the same time fingering her tiny, 
sensitively erect clitoris. In the interim of building climax, she'd 
lustfully fondled his long flaccid cock and played with his emptied 
balls, but all of it together as she remembered it now, had hardly been 
a night of love ... anything but the erotic scene she'd 
enthusiastically imagined ...!

"Beth, what about that coffee?"

"Coming ... right now," she called back, satisfied that all was on the 
tray she carried, except her own cup. This, he noticed immediately when 
she set it on his desk.

"You're not having any, baby?" he questioned, looking up at her with 
those watery gray eyes that too much Scotch had tattooed with a crimson 
fringe. He smiled in part, his teeth and lips showing with contrasting 
white and red through the mow of graying whiskers covering his broad 
face. Shades of the poor-man's Hemingway, she derisively thought.

"No. I'm going down to the center to do some shopping," she casually 
replied, examining with feigned interest the work he had ready for her.

"Say ... you look sharp, doll ... real sexy!" he said, swiveling his 
chair around to better ogle her. "Now that's my gal! Look at those 
gams! Christ!"

She smiled to his compliment. "Is there anything you'd like before I 
leave?"

"Hmmmm, maybe ... A fifteen minute taste of you might fire the day's 
production to no Goddamned end!"

The urge to ask him what he intended to do with the last ten of them, 
Beth forced herself to put to one side. Instead, she poured his coffee, 
adding two lumps of sugar. Some fresh air ... that's what she needed 
... amongst other things ...

"Where the hell did you get that outfit? I never saw it before, did I?"

She swallowed. Mustn't screw up. "Not since last Thursday or so," she 
replied, portraying the wifely expression of pleasure at his noticing 
her. "I bought it the week before I met you."

"Yeah ...?" He shook his big head in amazement. "That's a real mini, 
all right. But you can wear 'em, baby! Come here and give your lover-
man a little kiss."

Beth did, smiling. As raucous, lewd, drunken, and self-inflated as he 
was, there was something about him that could trigger her! Maybe it was 
his beard, soft and fuzzy when it tickled her cheeks. How would she 
react to it taunting her inner thighs, like Myra in THE SATANIC MONK 
...?

"Mmmmmm, honey-dipped lips," he sighed, reaching around to smooth his 
big hand over the rounded swell of her buttocks.

"Down, rover," Beth gently countered, backing out of his reach, knowing 
his next move was to ease up in under her tiny skirt, and she certainly 
didn't want him to learn what she wasn't wearing there! "Can I get you 
anything before I go?"

He slurped at his coffee, setting the cup down with a clatter of cheap 
earthen-ware. "As a matter of fact, I think I'll go with you, doll. I 
need a hair-trim and I can get that while you're doing your thing. 
What're you shopping for, anyway?"

Beth tensed as she reached down for one of his cigarettes, anger 
needling her. He sat watching and waiting, making no effort to offer 
her a light. She scooped up his desk lighter and did it herself, 
irately wondering what the hell it was that kept her from climbing onto 
a bus for Chicago!

"Groceries and shoes," she snapped with an exhale of smoke, struggling 
to keep the ire from her voice. "I-I need a pair ... or else a bale of 
cardboard to slip into those I'm wearing!" she uncontrollably added.

Though she wasn't looking directly at him, his curvaceous long-haired 
young wife saw his face squinch into a hurt grimace. She walked around 
his desk toward the window, keeping her back to him, immediately sorry 
she had said it. Damn, it was those pained expressions he could get in 
his pitiable eyes which made her melt inside.

"Hey, honey ... what's this bit? Y-You know you can have anything you 
want, don't you? We've got it now ... money in the bank ... whatever 
you need to make you happy. Come on, don't twist daddy's testes like 
that? Just name it, doll, and it's yours!"

"A-All I want is a pair of shoes, Jay ... and I'm not even sure I can 
find them in the center," she calmly managed, gazing idly through the 
window as she smoked. "I-I thought I'd stop in at Stan Wilson's ..."

"Okay, let's give it a shot, hon! I could use a pair of kicks, myself!" 
He bounded up from his chair. "This little gem can spare me the 
morning. Come on, baby! Lover-man's going to take you shopping! 
Goddamnit, you're going to have all the shoes you can carry home ...!"


Chapter 2

Beth couldn't remember when she'd been more uptight, unless it was at 
her junior prom when her aunt had been chaperone-in-charge, and she'd 
dated a senior with a reputation of being the coolest, swingingest guy 
in school! He'd had to drive her home in his father's car with her aunt 
in the back seat, and the entire way Beth had breathlessly tried to 
restrain his hot, young hand secretly smoothing up and down her 
trembling inner thigh for fear Aunt Zelda would get wise and lay an egg 
right there! And that had been that! He'd never asked her out again! 
Somehow, this seemed like a repeat performance of that disastrous 
night!

At the moment, her doting husband, in the most unconventional garb his 
blatant taste could imagine, was guiding her along the walkways of 
Edgemont Heights shopping center. Not that there were any fashion-
plates in the area, and not that she gave a damn what other people 
thought, but a pith-helmet, shooting jacket, and bedroom slippers ...? 
And worse, he was sure as the devil about to louse up her vampish 
little scheme! He had all intentions of accompanying her into Stan 
Wilson's store and trying on shoes, boots, whatever it was, dumping his 
big frame right in the seat beside her, and how could she do one damned 
thing?

Blast it! If only there was some other way of getting to know their 
neighbors better ... at a party, perhaps ... She felt certain she could 
manage it all nicely from there. Last Sunday, in her white, skin-tight 
shorts and a tiny halter, she'd purposely gone out to putter around the 
yard, work which she wouldn't even consider if Sara Wilson hadn't set 
the pace, and knowing that Jay ogled the vivacious brunette in her 
usual bikini as if she were an exotic dancer. At first, Beth hadn't 
been sure the handsome Mr. Wilson was seeing her out there doing her 
exaggerated stoopings and squattings, antics that bordered on the 
obscene, but she had finally glanced up to catch him watching her from 
a bedroom window. He'd smiled and waved, and for two days she'd lived 
on that ...

"Here we are, baby," Jay gratingly crunched her thoughts, leading her 
into Wilson's Shoe Salon. "Have at it, hon! Just turn yourself loose. 
Your lover-man feels like indulging you!"

Beth moved away from him, tripping silently along the strip of 
carpeting in front of the empty chairs. Indulging you, she inwardly 
repeated, incensed. More of his jargon shit! Damn, she could throttle 
him for tagging along with her! She casually looked around, working to 
keep her rage from showing. At least, the store was empty of customers 
... clerks too, for that matter. and that pleased her. She'd planned to 
ask for Mr. Wilson anyway; that is, before her lover-man decided to 
escort her ...

Her blood-pressure quickened when with a handsome smile, the thirtyish, 
tall and broad shouldered Wilson himself appeared from the back room. 
Little twinges of lurid excitement immediately stirred in the depths of 
her belly at the way he carried himself; but there was something else 
in her belly - an apprehensive knot forming there too. God ... she 
could never go through with it, even if Jay wasn't with her! Imagining 
such lurid scenes was one thing, but when it came right down to the 
nitty-gritty ...?

"Well, hello neighbors! Nice to see you! Won't you have a seat and 
let's see if we can help you?" Stan Wilson suavely beamed, dollar-bill 
signs almost clicking in his eyeballs, Beth thought, but she hardly 
cared. Lord, he was handsome! "Who can we make happy?"

"The little wife, Stan," she heard her boisterous husband say, using 
their neighbor's first name as if they'd known him for years, and 
adding a gruff little laugh. "Poor kid needs some foot-wear... and why 
not, on the end of those legs, eh?"

Beth cringed with embarrassment as Stan drew up his stool, still 
smiling toward her husband, an obvious starchiness in the expression. 
Oh, why didn't that asshole keep his big, blowhard mouth shut? She 
crossed her legs, presenting her right foot.

"What did you have in mind, milady?" her gentlemanly neighbor softly 
questioned, gazing up at her with deep, dark eyes, the trace of a smile 
flickering about his attractive mouth, as with seemingly super-
sensitive hands, he removed her shoe.

"Oh ... something in a sandal, maybe. Black and with platform heel ... 
though I'm not sure," she quickly added, reluctant to discard her 
original baiting temptation, and the longer she sat there trying on 
shoes, perhaps ...

"Aahh ... we have a sharp new sandal that's all the rage this season, 
Mrs. Durke," he said, agilely swinging up and away.

"Come on now, Stan, you guys should call us by first name, seeing we're 
neighbors, right?" Jay mouthed after him. "She's Beth and I'm Jay. 
You're Stan and your wife's name's Sara, isn't it?"

"Yes ... that's right. Sara and Stan."

"So ...? Seeing we live right across the street from each other, let's 
get better acquainted?" the nearly exasperated young wife's middle-aged 
husband continued, winking at her. "First names from now on, right?"

"Why not?" Stan Wilson coolly answered, pulling boxes from tiers.

"You're a shop keeper and I'm an author," Jay said, his choice of 
titles mortifying Beth. "... Or maybe you didn't know that," her 
husband grinningly went on as their neighbor returned to seat himself 
on the stool. "Did you?"

"I ... ah ... never gave it much thought, to tell you the truth," the 
wavy haired, handsome man almost icily replied, taking the shoe from 
its box.

"I understand. You got your daily grind ... not much time to think 
about what other people do. I know what it is. I was in the old selling 
game myself for awhile ... grueling contest. But those days are gone, 
now .. just the creative art when the spirit moves me. Beth, here, does 
all my final work for me, when I'm not chasing her around the desk ... 
if you get what I mean, Stan ..."

She wanted to kill him right there! Dumping a shovelful of white-hot 
coals into his lying mouth would have served the purpose, Beth thought, 
utter rage shamefully scathing her insides. Goddamn him, she 
tremblingly seethed, intentionally uncrossing her nylon-sheathed legs 
to let their neighbor fit her foot into the shoe!

"H-How ... How's that feel?" the dark-eyed shoe salesman stammered, 
letting her know that he'd caught his first glimpse of what she'd 
originally come prepared to show him.

"Hmmmmm ..." She gained her feet, taking several observing steps on the 
carpet. They were absolutely ugly! But that had nothing to do with it. 
He'd looked right up between her legs for a brief moment, and she well 
knew what he could see through the snug fit of those sheer, nylon 
panties! Her pubic curls ... the very crevice of her pink-fleshed 
pussy, itself ...! "No ... no, I don't think so. These aren't what I 
had in mind ..."

"We have many more sandals, Mrs. - Beth," he lumpishly got out, his 
beautiful Adam's apple bobbing in his throat. "S-Shall we try on a 
few?"

"Sure, give 'em all the once over, baby," Jay butted in. "Hell, might 
better throw our business to old Stan here, than take it to L. A., 
right?" He leaned back, lighting a cigar. "Fella's got to sweat today 
to make it, eh Stan?"

Ignoring her coarse husband, Wilson said in a tone that trembled enough 
for her to feel its sensuous vibrations: "Let's try this one, Beth 
...?"

The alluringly dressed young wife tossed her long blonde hair in a 
characteristic gesture, then swept it back over her shoulders. The act, 
she was well aware, had made her braless, ripely full breasts ripple in 
provocative freedom. She was hardly conscious of her husband's 
presence, and could barely contain the smile she felt tugging at her 
wetly parted lips at her handsome neighbor's visible uneasiness. It 
registered that he must enjoy many sensual panoramas from his strategic 
position, and she was suddenly determined that none would be more equal 
to the bird's-eye view than that she would shortly offer him!

At the moment, while his perceptive hands were skillfully removing and 
replacing the shoe, her eyes were drawn to the short, black masculine 
hair lightly enshadowing their backs, a sensory shiver dancing up her 
spine. She leaned forward then, supposedly observing the sandal, coyly 
spreading her thighs, but not without a certain gracefulness.

"Mmmmm ... I think I like this better ... but the heel isn't exactly 
what I wanted," she said, pretending to study it, but from the corner 
of her eye she saw the lusty gleam leap into his deep, dark ones as 
they flitted back and forth, overly lingering each time they focused up 
between her legs.

"That's a damn good looking shoe on you, baby," Jay commented, hanging 
a stenchy cloud of thick smoke over them with his puffings. "Not every 
doll could show it off like you, right Stan?"

"T-True," their handsome neighbor stammered, dragging his eyes from her 
to briefly glance at her stretched out husband. She almost heard his 
eyeballs snapping back, then he lowered his head as if studying the 
fit, his gentle fingers feeling around her instep, but Beth wasn't 
fooled. While his broad brow hid the recess of his eyes, she knew he 
was straining them damned near out of their sockets to feast on the 
luring, nylon-misted revelation of her most intimate secret. "W-Would 
you like to try on the other ... Beth?"

"Oooohh ... yes, I think so."

He fumbled, dropped, retrieved and managed. Almost pathetically, he 
looked up then to catch her suggestive little smile of understanding. 
She stood, moving around him to pace the carpet.

"They look great, hon," Jay said. "You like 'em?"

"Yes ... I think so, but this one you just put on seems to have 
something sticking up into my foot," the voluptuous blonde wife lied, 
re-seating herself. One more little fleeting peek for him, and the next 
move was his.

"Ooohh ...? Well, let's have a look at that," Stan eagerly replied, 
dropping to his knees to remove it, but with head definitely bowed, 
almost as if he couldn't weather another dose of her voluptuously 
presented charms.

Beth was delighted! She'd reached him, all right! In fact, she'd wager 
that the slight bulge in the front of his trousers he was uncomfortably 
trying to conceal wasn't perpetual. She watched him smooth his hand 
over the insole, slowly rising from his kneeling position and saying 
something about 'when they came off the last ...'

"Easily taken care of, Mrs. - Beth ... if you like them," he unsteadily 
faltered, his avid dark eyes devouring her.

Damn, she sure had reached him, and in grand style! "Yes ... I think 
I'll take them, if you can do something about that ... whatever it is?"

"Of course ... yes ... well, it won't take a minute," he went on, his 
handsome face and eyes caught up in an expression of complete 
confusion. "I-I just have to put it on the workbench I have in back and 
give it a few taps ... Y-You can watch if you like ..."

"Just take your time, Stan. We're in no hurry," Jay voiced through a 
haze of smelly cigar smoke. "I think I want some boots, myself. Hey, 
where are they? I can be looking while you're fixing that?"

"Th-That row right over there," the shaken store-owner nervously 
pointed as her big, bearded husband lumbered across toward it.

"This one?"

"Yes, that's it ... go right ahead. The sizes are on the box-fronts. H-
Have a look at the styles while we give this a tap ... W-Would you like 
to watch, Beth?" he repeated.

"May I?" she questioned, looking him straight in his perplexed, burning 
dark-eyes.

"O-of course. Come along ... it's back here!" he finally got out, his 
nearly tremoring voice cracking twice. "It shouldn't take a minute, Mr 
... Jay ..."

"That's okay, no hurry. I'll just paw through these boots," Beth heard 
her husband say, while intensive, if timorous, excitement gripped her 
as the dividing curtain swept closed behind her and Stan Wilson dropped 
the shoe onto the little bench, turning to face her.

"T-There's nothing wrong with that shoe!" he hissed, his breathing 
short and raspy as he stared at her.

"I-I know ..." Beth whispered, moving toward him, so tight inside she 
thought something was surely going to burst! Everything that her 
middle-aged husband had ever written concerning promiscuous wives made 
itself available like a sensual reference library in her erotically 
determined brain! She raised her arms with obvious intent, letting her 
fingers pressure against his broad shoulders, then mindlessly ease 
around his neck, while he stood as if immobilized into a helpless 
numbness. "I-I know ...!" she huskily repeated.

"J-Jesus Christ!" he choked, his strong arm wrapping around her slender 
waist and drawing her tightly against him, his handsome mouth hungrily 
finding her warm, tongue-moistened lips in an ardent soul kiss! She let 
her own little tongue wetly greet his, her incited brain reeling as she 
enveloped him with the resilient fullness of her breasts, soft belly 
and hot thighs, urging the erogenous swell of her yielding fleshy mound 
against the lengthy bulge of his thickly aroused hardness. The 
passionate sensation of its solid, masculine feel whipped her breath 
away!

"Y-You beautiful witch!" he hoarsely panted, smoothing his big hands 
lustfully over the rounded swell of her buttocks. "Y ... you were 
showing it to me out there ... wearing those tiny little panties ... 
Christ! You were, weren't you ... weren't you?"

"Y-Yes ...! D-Did you like what you saw?"

"Goddamn ... I loved it! When ... where?" his words were hot, gasping 
breaths against her face, the heat of his strong, sensitive hands 
penetrating through the knit of her tiny skirt to the tensed ovals of 
her rounded buttocks! It'd gone just as she'd conceived it ... her bit 
of lewd exhibitionism ... but now, what? God, this was no time to get 
panicky, or suddenly have second thoughts! Yet ...?

"Well ...?" he insisted. "When, honey ... and where?"

"Oohhh ... I-I don't know!" she tremulously whispered. "But ... but I 
want to, darling ...!"

"Damn ... you mean it, too, don't you?" he croaked, his breathing 
filling the cluttered little room with short, sizzling sounds.

For answer, Beth uncontrollably pressured even tighter to him, almost 
imperceptibly undulating her desire-filled, soft belly, loins and 
thighs with suggestive fervency against his hardened, rhythmically 
throbbing penis. A scene from one of Jay's mate-swapping years raced 
through the archives of her sensually intoxicated mind, and like the 
young wife in the story who was desperately trying to seduce her 
reluctant neighbor, she passionately kissed him on the lips, then began 
to tickle the end of his handsome nose with the tip of her hot, wet 
little tongue.

"Uummgghh ..." he huskily groaned, his heated hands stroking downward 
to the backs of her nyloned thighs, then up in under her tiny skirt to 
tease the smooth flesh above her stockings, and finally to caress and 
cup the rounded fullness of her flimsily covered buttocks! His wetly 
fevered mouth smothered her own as she sensually returned as much as he 
gave, eagerly lashing tongues with him, while his finger tips 
descended, tracing the deep crevice separating the tensed mounds of her 
ovalled, near-naked buttocks. Then, one outstretched thick finger was 
worming its way between her trembling, full thighs from behind, the 
erotic sensation causing her to gasp out! Suddenly, through her 
panties, she felt its wanted hot pressure against the desire-dampened 
mouth of her vagina, and an electric current rippled through her as it 
tried to wriggle inside the moistened, narrow crotchband

"No ... no, darling, not here!" the hotly aroused young wife whispered, 
locking her strong, full thighs like a fleshy vise over his probing 
hand to hamper his frantic operation. "Please ... it's too dangerous 
with him right out there!" she insisted, her sultry green eyes 
searching his while she reached behind her and gently disengaged his 
lewdly exploring fingers. Then, pressing the hardened tips of her proud 
young breasts against his chest, she reached beyond him to the little 
bench, picking up the flat-nosed hammer and banging it three times 
against the bench top.

"Wh-What the hell are you doing?" her shuddering neighbor rattled with 
a start.

"Making the necessary sounds ... remember, love? You're supposed to be 
repairing a shoe?"

"Y-Yeah ... Christ, yes ... I forgot he was even out there! Goddamn! 
You're something else, girl ... blow a man's mind ..."

"Please ... don't tease me ...?"

"Tease you? Holy Christ! Who's teasing whom?" he hotly questioned, 
trying to draw her back tight to him, while she wedged her hands 
against his athletic chest as a buffer. "I-If he wasn't out there, I'd 
... I'd ..."

"You'd what?" she excitedly pressed, wanting to hear him say it.

"Damn it, you know what I'd do!"

"You'd fuck me right here!" the intensively fired Beth lewdly finished 
for him in an intimate whisper, the four letter word never sounding 
more exciting to her, or to him, as it obscenely tumbled from her lush 
lips at that moment. "I-Is that what you were going to say, Stan?"

"Goddamn! You ... you luscious creature!" he cawed, his lust-inflamed 
dark eyes reflecting the depth of the jolt her use of the graphic word 
had triggered inside him. He gushed a hot draft of breath against her 
face, his eyes gleaming with a frenzy. "When, Beth? Tonight? Can you 
get out ...?"

"Whoa, darling ... not so fast," Beth reflexively countered, something 
in the nature of apprehension clutching at her within. She took the 
decorative handkerchief from his breast pocket to dab away the smear 
her lightly tinted lip gloss had left on his mouth. It was a 
subterfuge, a stall for time ,her mind racing in a melee of confusion. 
"B-Better not let Sara see this hanky," she said, tucking it back into 
his pocket.

"What ... what about tonight? A friend of mine owns a motel a few miles 
out of town! There won't be any problems ..."

"What about Sara?" she interrupted, in God's name, never knowing why, 
unless that was a woman's natural reaction and subconsciously placing 
herself in the position of his vivacious, raven-haired young wife.

He stared at her open-mouthed, part of the expression on his handsome 
face and in his tormented eyes enough to make her want to climb right 
up on the little bench for him! Oohhh ... she was really so hot it was 
a wonder that her tiny, thin panties didn't disintegrate! Maybe they 
had! Still, she couldn't deny the forces, whatever their source, that 
were restraining her, and they certainly never appeared in Jay's 
themes!

"What the hell! Forget Sara! She's got nothing to do with this ... with 
you and me! Look, can you make it tonight ...?"

Before he could, finish or she answer, Jay's harsh voice came to them! 
"Hey! What're you doing back there, remaking that shoe, you guys? Come 
out and take a look at these boots, doll!"

"How about it? Tonight?" Stan Wilson pressed in an urgent whisper.

"N-No ... I can't, tonight! Besides ... we have to think of your wife, 
and ... and my husband ... at least, a little bit!" Beth defensively 
answered hardly knowing what she meant by her words.

"Think of them ...? Christ, girl, what's with you, anyway?"

"Ooohhh ... I-I shouldn't have let you ..."

"The hell with that shit! W-What are you, anyway ... a goddamn 
cocktease?" he spat at her. "You come tripping in here with your 
husband, practically nothing on beneath that frigging skirt, show me 
your cunt like you're waving a flag, then suddenly give me that old 
'your beautiful wife' routine! What the hell's with you, Mrs. Durke? 
You have problems in bed with that talented artist out there, or 
something ...?"

The venom in his cutting words burned into the young blonde wife like 
eating acid, and she backed away from him with tears brimming up into 
her big, round eyes! God, what'd happened? It had all been flowing so 
beautifully! Just the way she'd envisioned it! Ooohhh ... she'd truly 
blown it ... blown it! And now, what ...?

She dropped her head and he said: "Damnit, look, honey, I'm sorry! I 
didn't mean it ... honest! You're just too much, is all ..."

"Hey! You characters coming out here, or should I go out for coffee, 
maybe?" Jay's voice reached her, a tone of up-tightness barbing it.

Beth moved forward, quickly picking up and slipping on the new sandal. 
She daintily wiped at her eyes as Stan said: "Look, I'm sorry! Please 
...? Tonight. We can straighten all of this nonsense out, Beth! I 
promise ...!"

The voluptuous, long-haired blonde wife didn't look at him. She knew if 
she did she'd probably meet him in an alley if that's what he wanted! 
God, she'd never been any hotter, or closer to spreading her legs, in 
her life! Instead, she said: "No ... I can't, Stan. Let's just think 
about it. Maybe ... maybe, we both made a mistake ...!"

"Shit! Listen ... wait a second, baby! Oh Christ ...!" Beth heard him 
choke behind her as she brushed the curtain to one side and walked out 
into the front of his store, every inch of her alive with sensual 
excitement.

"There, it's all right now, Jay darling! Mr. Wilson fixed it 
beautifully!"

"Aawww, come on, baby ... not Mr. Wilson," her cigar-chewing husband 
reminded. "Stan ... remember? We're neighbors, eh? And ... how do you 
like these boots on me ...?"



Chapter 3


Beth Ann Durke couldn't be any less conscious of the male eyes 
appraising her enhanced young curves as she, accompanied by her 
outlandishly dressed husband, treaded the familiar sidewalks of the 
Edgemont Heights shopping center. His whispering dispatches that this 
'punk' and that 'bastard' had just undressed her, dribbled off the 
voluptuous blonde wife like water off the proverbial duck's back. She 
had just over-played her starring role, then upstaged her own self in 
the manner of a Miss Do-Good from a B movie! In short, she'd absolutely 
muffed it ... needling him with Sara, then slipping into the offended 
other-woman part before she'd even been cast!

God, how stupid could one get? Pretty bad, she inwardly seethed, sick 
at the thought of having him, that gorgeous hunk of man, right in her 
eagerly yearning, little hands, then frittering away her hold through 
girlish ridiculousness. Damn, she'd never intended they be any more 
than lovers, an affair, an experience! "When Beth? Tonight? Can you get 
out ...?" he'd panted, his breathing a masculine, lusty blowtorch 
against her face. "Whoa, darling ... not so fast ...!" she'd childishly 
answered ... and God, why, she'd never, never know ...!

"You dig the boots, baby?" Jay's raucous voice interrupted.

"I-I guess so."

"Wilson was wearin' a pair of suede jobs, but they're Goddamned sweet 
for me. Fruit boots, you know," he said, his ludicrous inference not 
even meriting a reply from her. "You know, he seems to be an all right 
guy? We'll have to get better acquainted with 'em ... like that Vickie 
Davis next door to us. I see her and Sara talking a lot, and she just 
walks right into the Wilson's as if she owned the place."

"Does she? I never noticed," Beth replied, preoccupied and barely with 
their conversation.

"Sure ... she and that German Shepherd dog of hers ... What's its 
name?"

"Lancer."

"Yeah, Lancer." He wagged his bearded-faced head as he lumbered along 
beside her. "Beautiful dog, but town's no place for an animal like 
that. Should be on a ranch or farm where it can get out and run ... 
exercise, you know?"

"I suppose," she idly answered.

"But, I guess she keeps him for protection, living alone and all. 
That's a funny thing, too, a model like her with no male around, at 
least, once in awhile. You think maybe she's lez, doll?"

"Frankly, I never thought about it."

"Well I have," he said with a snigger, holding onto his young wife's 
arm in true claiming fashion. "Something's smelly there ... all by 
herself ... just her dog ... You get it, baby? Just her and that 
Goddamned brute of an animal ...?"

"You've got a dirty mind, Jay Durke," Beth retaliated, not trying to 
hide her disgust. God, why didn't he just go off somewhere so she could 
brood in peace?

"Yeah, a dirty old gold-mine!" he punned, nudging at her ribs with his 
hand holding onto her arm. "How'd you like that one, doll?"

She said nothing, not even daring to look in his direction for fear she 
would blow her top right there on the street. Then, thanks be to the 
powers, he stopped in front of the barber shop and said: "This is as 
far as I go with you, baby? Going to get handsome for you. Where you 
off to now?"

"The supermarket," she answered, elated that he was about to unhand and 
separate from her for a few hours.

"Okay. You take the Caddy home. I'll walk. It's only ten minutes and I 
need the exercise ... sitting at that desk all day."

"You could take a cab ..."

"No, I'll walk. It won't hurt me," he said, grinning and leaning toward 
her for a kiss.

Beth did, knowing that she was doing untold things for his ego right in 
front of his favorite bragging grounds. But it was the last lewd pat on 
her buttocks right there on the street that set the readied rancor to 
bubbling inside her! Damn! What a slob he could be ...

"See you, babe."

"Bye!" she snapped, whipping away, her mind becoming an immediate well 
of Stan Wilson, and thankfully so.

Even as she shopped, she could concentrate on little else but her 
handsome neighbor and the way she had stupidly bungled the whole thing. 
Of course, she could have gotten out tonight, or any other night! Jay 
never questioned her in that respect, whatever story she came up with, 
and most times it was just to get a break away from him and take in a 
movie, or a quiet relieving walk. Damn ... was it too late? She could 
go back alone now, eat a little crow and set it up for tonight! God 
knows, she was still that sensually excited ... but no! No, she wasn't 
about to eat crow for any man! If ... if only she could cool down a 
little! She was actually wet, wet between her legs, and no one but Stan 
Wilson had done that! But damnit, she wasn't about to eat crow for him! 
Never ...!

Oh, where were the damned pickles ...?

The sexually flustered young wife's entire grocery shopping excursion 
was marred by similar incidents. She couldn't concentrate, and finally 
in dismay, had called a halt, knowing she'd forgotten half the items on 
the list she'd made out and left on the kitchen table.

At one point, while retrieving a box of soap powder from a lower shelf, 
she had half-glanced behind her to see an older man pushing a cart full 
of groceries pause to observe the spectacle she was thoughtlessly 
offering him in her bent-over position. Though she had immediately 
straightened and turned to glare at him, his elderly, lecherous smirk 
as he pushed on only seemed to add unneeded fuel to the already glowing 
bed of coals smoldering in the hot, fluid hearth of her body. The male 
clerks, the homely, balding assistant manager, even the young carry-out 
boy, Jerry Adams, who lived in their block on Tasmen Drive, all were 
doing their unintentional share in provoking her private passion.

Lord, it was absolutely absurd to work one's self into such a lewd 
state. Yet, there was something erotically exciting about it, too ... 
being caught up in such a lascivious mood right out in public ... 
before God and everyone, and in broad daylight, she lightly mused, 
leading the way to where the Caddy was parked. And the manner in which 
she was unnecessarily switching her rounded hips for the young carry-
out boy's benefit was hardly Kosher either. She could tell after she'd 
bent down to open the car's trunk-door that his youthfully bugging blue 
eyes had briefly fed on the unexpected, engaging sight. His good 
looking teenage mouth was agape, his smooth, fair cheeks a flushed 
crimson.

Of course, she couldn't help but recall a sequence from one of Jay's 
novels in which a lecherous young wife had seduced a neighbor-boy in 
oral sex. At the same time, she'd thought the scene not only 
disgustingly obscene, but extremely impossible. What normal woman in 
her right mind would ever set out to lure a boy when she could have a 
man ...?

"Thank you, Jerry," she warmly smiled at him as he opened the door and 
she slid in under the steering wheel, making no effort to hide her 
exposed nylon-covered thighs with their tiny garter-belt frills 
peekingly visible. She'd tipped him then, still smiling as he backed 
off with his handsome young face blushingly afire, offering her a 
little wave.

Damn, he was a sweet, young dream, the infused blonde wife reflected 
most of the way home. Some lucky girl either was, or was going to be 
made mighty happy with that gallant little darling crawling between her 
legs! Lord ... if she didn't stop thinking this way she was going to be 
a mess of frayed nerves before the day was over! And it was her own 
fault, too! Her bewitching little scheme had worked perfectly with Stan 
... then, she'd had to goof it! Damn ... damn! What she needed was a 
drink!

After lugging in the groceries and dumping them on the kitchen table, 
Beth made straight-away for the liquor cabinet and a gin-tonic. With 
this fortification, she returned to put meat and perishables in the 
refrigerator, then drained her glass to make room for a second.

Just how the devil was she going to manage another such situation with 
her impassioned desire of the moment, Stan Wilson? Or should she leave 
it for him to make the next move? Of course, that was the proper 
approach ... if you could use the term proper in conjunction with 
adultery! The truth of the matter was that she'd turned chicken! No 
denying it, she had ...!

"Which comes right down to one thing, Lady Beth!" she said aloud to 
herself, "you're not the wanton whore that you pretend to yourself ... 
though if anyone knew the way you're boiling inside they'd never guess 
it! What you need is a cool bath to calm the fires before the genius 
comes home and you find yourself enticing him into bed for a repeat 
performance of last night! On second thought, better that you do it 
yourself and eliminate the middle man ...!"

A tiny ripple of excitement added a new emotional arousal of the 
sizzling agitation already stewing in her soft belly and hot, moistened 
loins. Determined, she attacked the liquor cabinet a third time, 
carrying a gin-tonic to the bedroom where she quickly stripped naked.

In the adjoining bath she wound her long blonde hair into a top-knot, 
and started to draw water as she sipped at her drink, the gin beginning 
to effectively warm her. Her sultry green eyes glancing at her white 
nakedness reflected in the full length mirror and glimmered 
narcissistically as a tiny rippling sensation of pleasure flittered 
through her voluptuous, twenty-six year old body. For a moment, she 
stood unmoving, admiring her sensually harmonious curves, her full, 
pink-nippled breasts and slender waist, the sweeping flow of her arched 
hips into the long, white columns of her smooth, rounded thighs and 
tapering calves.

Stan Wilson, baby, wouldn't you love to see what I'm looking at right 
now? Nothing short of an erotically pleasing sight, I'd say.

She let her eyes sensually caress the secret ivory-like outline that 
her swim-suit halter had left across the resilient mounds of her 
uptilted, full young breasts, and below where her tiny bikini had 
cupped the curved moons of her satiny firm buttocks. But it was the 
milky-white of her generous hips and lower belly where the silken 
triangle of sparse, golden curls began to sprinkle over her vaginal 
mound that invariably fired her excitement.

God, would she do it first, right there in front of the mirror ... or 
in the bathtub ... or after on the bed ...?

The harsh sound of the service-door buzzer startled her. Now, who the 
devil could that be? Irritably, she looked for something to put around 
her, finally settling on her husband's terry-cloth, swim jacket. Though 
a jacket for him, it was a good three-quarters length on her, covering 
enough that she could peek around the door and see what whoever it was 
wanted. She rolled back the sleeves into huge cuffs as she walked into 
the kitchen inching open the service door to look into the fair-haired 
young face of Jerry Adams. A stimulating little tingle raced through 
her at the recognition of his clean, youthful smile.

"Mrs. Durke ... you forgot and left this on the counter in the market," 
he said, holding out her wallet to her. "It's got quite a bit of money 
in it, so Mr. Sheppherd wanted me to bring it right over."

For a moment, Beth stared at it in surprise wondering how in the world 
she could ever have done such a stupid thing? But undoubtedly, she had, 
for it was the hand-tooled, snake-skin one that Jay had bought her in 
Mexico.

"Good Lord, and I hadn't even missed it! Oh me ... just how inefficient 
can a girl get, Jerry?"

He laughed, then said: "Maybe you better count the money, Mrs. Durke to 
be sure it's all there."

"I'm certain it is, dear ... and it was so thoughtful of you to bring 
it right over," the blonde wife said, her brain beginning to function 
along a once believed extremely impossible vein! "Here, I must reward 
you for ..."

"No! No, really, Mrs. Durke! We're not allowed to take rewards for such 
things!" he said, holding up his hand and backing away.

"Why ... why that's ridiculous, Jerry! Besides, no one has to know 
...!" she insisted, leafing out a bill as he continued to wag his head 
and smile.

"Gee thanks, Mrs. Durke ... but I can't take it," he repeated, shaking 
his young, handsome head.

"Well ... well at least, you can come in and have a Coke or something," 
she said, stepping to one side as she opened the door wide for him. 
"Come on, I'm not going to take no for an answer on that offer."

"A-All right ... I could sure use it. Boy, it's hot in that sun," he 
said, passing close to her, his arm lightly brushing the tip of one 
sensitive breast behind the white, fuzzy material covering her, raising 
a sparkling little ripple in her soft belly. In response, the young 
blonde wife pulled the hardly adequate jacket of her husband tighter 
around her aroused nakedness, smiling at him as he timidly looked at 
her. His face was flushing as it had in the parking lot of the market. 
He'd noticed the soft erotic contact, too!

She offered him a chair as she moved toward the refrigerator, but he 
didn't sit. God, she felt certain his pale blue eyes were avidly 
traveling the length of her near-naked body, imagining beyond the 
single garment, wondering what, if anything, she wore beneath it. Or 
... or was she letting her overly keyed-up imagination run away with 
her? She selected a king-size Coke opened it, and offered it to him 
with a glass. In expected routine, he took only the bottle, tilting it 
to his good-looking, teenage lips, while she continued to appraise and 
measure him, wildly wondering what was going through his young mind 
...!

It was a crazy conversation, almost as if she were finding it as hard 
to talk to him as was he in coming up with answers that wouldn't make 
him sound like an awkward geek, the fifteen year old youth nervously 
thought. She was so frigging beautiful! And he'd seen her nearly naked 
ass right there in the parking lot ... nothing on it only a flimsy pair 
of tiny black panties! Man, she had to know he could see it ... just 
the way she had to have felt it when he'd brushed against her tit a 
minute before ...!

"Excuse me just a moment, dear, while I get a drink and join you, 
okay?"

"Sure ... that'd be fine!" he answered, probably too enthusiastically, 
the thoughts he was thinking absolutely knot-headed, he told himself. 
Get with it, lead-skull! What could a beautiful girl like her even want 
from the likes of you? Better stick to Kathy Lovell.

"Here we are!" she beamed, re-entering the kitchen with a glowing 
smile, her long blonde hair no longer in the wad crowning her pretty 
head, but sweeping down around her shoulders the way she'd always worn 
it when he'd seen her. She'd changed it! What for? "Cheers," she 
offered, toasting her glass against the bottle in his hand, not a foot 
of space separating them!

"C-Cheers, Mrs. Durke ...!"

"Oh, why don't you call me Beth, darling. I'm not that much older than 
you, am I?" She tilted her head to one side, her sexy green-eyes level 
with his and liquidly pouring into them. "Am I ...?"

"I-I don't know. I'll ... I'll be seventeen next March," he lied, 
knowing he looked it.

"And I'll be twenty-three in December," Beth retaliated, making no 
effort to draw Jay's swim-jacket tighter across her full, rising and 
falling breasts, even as she felt it inching slowly apart. Instead, she 
pulled out a chair and lowered herself onto it, facing the one she'd 
offered him. "Sit down, Jerry doll. Let's get to know each other better 
... that is, if you'd like to ...?"

For answer, he accepted, trying to keep his eyes above where the thing 
she was wearing had fallen part-way open. Cumsville! He could see some 
of the deep, mind-bending crease between her tits, even a part of one 
where it began to swell out from her chest like a Racquel Welch gem ... 
soft looking ... creamy white from a bikini halter ... and even part of 
one full satiny thigh! No question! He'd bet his crummy paycheck she 
wasn't wearing so much as a kleenex beneath ...!

Suddenly, she leaned forward, displaying all but the nipples of her 
rounded white breasts to him as she touched the sewed-on crest of his 
sweater that he'd earned playing tennis! "What does it say, dear, and 
how did you get it?" she throatily questioned, the soft tips of her 
fingers searing into his chest like branding irons!

"Junior Tennis Champion ... Riverwood County," he answered, his eyes 
burning from the strain he was putting on them. "I ... I won it this 
spring ..."

"Really? A tennis champ! Darling, how wonderful!" Beth exclaimed, 
clutching at his broad youthful hand, the smooth softness of it as 
intoxicating to her as the feel of its hot, young masculinity. God, he 
was beautiful! The feel of him and his nearness were creating new 
blinding shocks of incredibly sensual fire, fusing her with unknown 
daring. God almighty, she had to have him ... had to! "What ... what 
did your girl friend say? I bet she was proud and happy, wasn't she, 
darling?"

"Well ... I-I don't have any steady girl ... not really, that is ... 
just Kathy Lovell," Jerry Adams managed, hearing his own tight-throated 
reply as if it'd garbled out of a third person in the room. He'd never 
been so tense in his frigging life, and his painfully throbbing cock 
was as hard as a racquet handle! Oh man ... what should he do ...? She 
was coming on about as subtle as an earthquake, and he wanted it, 
whatever it was she was coming on with ... but he was scared shitless 
...!

"Yes, I know her parents, Jerry sweet ... she's a very pretty girl, but 
young for you, isn't she?" Beth half-whispered, letting her tiny pink 
tongue slip out to nervously run over her lushly heated lips. He said 
something, but she paid little attention, her now seething thoughts 
racing madly as she leaned even closer to the virile teenager. Then she 
did it, without even thinking; she reached out for his hand and slowly 
put it inside her terry-cloth jacket, pressing it against one vibrantly 
naked breast! "A young man like you needs an ... an older girl, Jerry 
love," she whispered, moving her face nearer to his until she could 
smell the delicious, clean aroma of soap from his fresh, youthful skin. 
"A ... a girl more my age ... in fact ... me!"

Short of being mummified, Jerry Adams could only gape at her! She was 
holding his hand tight against the softly yielding warmth of her naked 
breast, and he wondered crazily if the smooth mound of pliant flesh 
might not burn a hole right into his palm! Christ! He didn't know what 
to think, let alone do! Her naked, soft, hot tit right in his hand! 
Jesus, oh Jesus! Mrs. Durke, the doll every guy in the market came 
unglued over when she walked in! Oh sweet ass, he was so tense inside 
he might begin to unravel right there!

Beth found her own use of words catching in her throat! God, she'd 
never done anything the equal of this in her life ... but it was a bit 
late to reflect on the morals department, even if she wanted to, wasn't 
it? How had Jay handled this same housewife delivery-boys bit in his 
book? Oral! Ooohhh ... did she want to suck him? He was so young and 
handsome ... and ... and it, his young splendor, had to be the same! It 
was an integral part of him ... his beautiful teenage cock ... his 
youthfully sweet sperm ...!

"Y-You haven't really answered me, Jerry baby ... about a girl my age 
..." she hissed, her torrid eyes hungrily devouring him.

"I-I said ... I didn't know ..."

"Do ... do you want to find out, baby?"

He swallowed, his young adam's apple intensively working. "Yes ... if 
you want to ...!"

The licentiously flushed young wife sensed a chill of rapture prickle 
over her near-nakedness. She lowered her eyes and saw the revealing 
bulge at the front of his jeans. She kissed him lightly on the lips and 
dropped one hand down to touch his penis with an exploring, caressing 
feel, whispering! "Ah yes, you do like me, darling. I can tell by the 
hardness of your cock!"

Jerry Adams gasped out, his muscular, young teenage body uncontrollably 
jerking at the contact of her caressing hand with his swollen penile 
hardness. He gaped down at her thumb and forefinger, watching them 
trace the elongated outline of his throbbing shaft with a gentle touch, 
the sudden fear that he might shoot-off right there in his shorts 
sending a shudder over his youthful frame.

"Wh-What're you going to do?" he blurted, writhing excitedly beneath 
her caressing hand, and feeling like an idiot after he'd said it.

"I'm going to love it for you, baby!" the near-naked Beth lewdly 
whispered, dropping from the chair onto her knees and gently spreading 
his strong young legs wide apart as she worked her way between them. 
"You want me to, and I want to!" She looked up at him, her frenzied 
green eyes pools of tinted, female lechery. "You ... you do want me to, 
don't you, baby?"

"Uughhh ... yes ... you know I do!"

God, she'd had no idea that a boy of his age would have such a length 
and thickness! She caught hold of both his hands and placed them inside 
Jay's jacket, molding them to her tingling, hardened-nippled breasts as 
she knelt between his legs! She pulled open the terry-cloth garment, 
then began to unzip his fly. Unbuttoning the Levi's at the top, she 
tugged them loose, looking up at him without a word to make him lift up 
so that she could draw them down, then she began to work inside the 
white cotton of his jockey shorts. Instead of lowering those 
immediately, she slipped her hand inside the front opening, letting her 
eager fingers curl around the swollen heat of his virile young cock, 
while the back of her hand brushed the soft pubic-hair of his lean 
loins!

"Oh ... oh damn, Mrs ... Beth!" he chokingly whimpered, his ardent 
young hands excitedly clutching her full ripened breasts.

"Raise up again, lover," she whispered, tugging his shorts down as he 
did, revealing the climactic delight of his entire, sensually inflamed 
young genitals completely exposed to her in their own lustful, fired 
state! God, what a handsome young cock! Teenage? Who would believe 
that, if it were all they saw of him? It was so long and thick, yet 
white and unscarred, its bluish veins transparent within the sleek, hot 
jacket of its foreskin! And his sperm-filled youthful balls ... so 
delicately fringed with softly curling dark hair, a virtue-destroying 
sight to any normal woman! He was breathtaking! The fiery head ... only 
the end ... of his throbbing cock protruded from its encasing sleeve of 
tender skin. A tiny droplet of pearl-like liquid clung to its tipped 
slit, glistening in the sunlight streaming through the windows over the 
kitchen sink, and Beth almost insanely wondered if her husband ever 
knew of the erotic descriptions he put together! Nothing could describe 
this delectable teenage beauty, she maddeningly thought as she leaned 
down close to it, flicking out her tiny pink tongue to steal that 
illusive drop!

Its poignant nectar wildly sparked her taste-buds, and her love-starved 
pussy began to spontaneously seeth with hot, liquid secretions of inner 
passion. Briefly, Jay's novel, The Lecheress, flittered through her 
mind, the realization that he could never catch the true aspect of a 
woman's feelings, registering! How could he know what a cock tasted 
like to a woman ... specifically a boy-cock, or how it felt to a girl, 
hot and hard and beating like a frightened heart in her saliva- 
moistened mouth? How could he ever know what she thought as she sucked 
him, desirously slaved with masochistic thirst to draw the raging semen 
from the depths of his secret parts, knowing that she possessed him, 
that he belonged totally to her at that very moment! Only a passion-
fired female could possibly know or make another woman understand the 
climactic upheaval that took place inside her when a swollen cock hotly 
squirted its delicious, boiling cum into her mouth ... sweet and thick, 
flooding her throat as she tried to swallow it away! Her husband could 
never know these blissful moments, not really ... but she could, she 
pruriently reasoned, beginning to swab her tiny tongue over the smooth 
swollen tip of Jerry Adam's naked young penis, at the same time working 
its youthful foreskin up and down its rigid hardness knowingly with 
several clasping fingers. Yes, God yes, she must remember every single 
instant of this precious moment ...!

"Holy balls!" Jerry Adams gurgled in his lewdly exposed, spread-legged 
position, watching her warm engulfing lips slip slowly down over his 
penis, taking its entire head into the soft liquid heat of her mouth. 
It couldn't be happening ... not Mrs. Durke ... Beth ... sucking his 
cock! But ... but she was! Goddamn, yes ... swallowing it right up into 
her butter-like mouth while he clutched her beautiful tits and her long 
blonde hair tickled his belly and thighs! Oh Goddamn!

He grunted, like a lousy kid, he thought, but uncontrollably and 
thrusting his lean, teenage loins in a responsive action upward at her 
wetly ovalled lips! He gaped at them, feeling them tighten elastically 
as she sucked back up off of it! Then, down again in a slow, drawing 
rhythm, never stopping from the beginning, her tiny tongue lashing and 
caressing as she nursed its virilely throbbing hardness. He watched, 
lustfully spellbound, as with each descent of her tightly ovalled lips 
she sucked in a little bit more of it, until he felt the sensitive tip 
brushing against the back of her throat!

Against his clutching hands, he felt the warm fleshy resilience of her 
breasts overflowing his spanning fingers as she obscenely bobbed up and 
down above his middle, the hot sucking shelter of her fluid mouth like 
a vacuum syphoning the depths of his balls! Cumsville! That's what it 
was! Cumsville, and damned soon for him; he couldn't help himself! He'd 
never had anything like this! Slipping it into Kathy's tight little 
pussy was wild, he'd thought, but to have it sucked by a beautiful girl 
... a woman like Beth Durke ...! Oh Christ, she was cupping his balls 
with one warm hand ... gently pressuring them to the cadence of her 
sucking mouth, like as if she were milking them ...!

"Uuunnngghhh ... it's going to cum ... pretty soon now ...!" he 
groaned, feeling the hot, building torment deep in his groin and belly. 
"Y-You want my ... my handkerchief ...?"

"Uhn Uhn ...!" she negatively grunted around his glistening hardness 
stuffing her voraciously sucking mouth. And then, she began to work 
harder, as if he'd given her the cue she'd been passionately waiting 
for! Holy shit! Was she going to let him shoot off right in there ...?

Beth's excited belly and feverishly taxed loins were an inferno of 
intensively churning sensations at the licentiousness of her lewd act 
... thrilling, lustful fermentations that only his youth and her 
forbidden seduction of him could fire to such a heated point. The 
delicious, sweet raciness of his virile teenage cock was sweeping her 
toward the wildest orgasm she could possibly have imagined! She almost 
smiled ... did, inwardly, at the offer of his hanky. God, what did he 
think she was madly working her ass off for, if not the gushing hotness 
of his boy-jism flooding her mouth and dribbling down her throat? 
Ooohhh, just the lust-pleasing thought was enough!

The ardently sucking young wife, masochistic sensations churning inside 
her at the obscenely subservient position she had chosen, reached down 
with her one free hand between her own wildly trembling thighs to 
insert a soothing finger into the sensitive wet flesh between her 
swollen cunt-lips!

Oooooo ... it felt so good! The blonde, near-naked beauty passionately 
tensed to the caressing strokes of her own outstretched finger taunting 
the sensitive bud of her clitoris as more intensified feelings of 
rapture spread through her shamelessly aroused young body! Oooo ... so 
beautiful ... if only it could go on forever ...! But God, she had to 
hurry now ... Jay would be coming home ... and he just might not 
understand ...!

Jerry Adams gaped down at the luridly bobbing head of the blonde-haired 
young wife sucking him off, his young brain enveloped in a semi-coma of 
youthful lust. She was still warmly milking his balls with her little 
white hand as she steadily sucked his cock with an incessant up and 
down tempo, and with a twisting motion of her tongue at the peak of 
every upsuck! He sensed his pelvic muscles tensing of their own accord, 
pushing the wetly glistening rod of hardness up and into her lust-
contorted, beautiful face. She moaned, and tried to suck harder! He saw 
her drop her hand down between her legs and knew that she was fingering 
her own cunt! Oh Jesus! He couldn't stand much more now! Then she was 
nipping his sensitive head with her dazzling white teeth, making him 
gasp out with new sensations! Christ, his cock was a bloodless white 
beneath her scraping suck and a plum purple at its smooth rubbery tip! 
Goddamn, she was plunging her hot mouth all the way down now, until 
almost all of it vanished between her moistened lips, his cock-head 
going right back into her hungrily working throat!

Her tiny tongue with that final swiping lick was making his cock-knob 
vibrate and jerk like a bell to its clapper! He squeezed and pulled at 
the soft pliant flesh of her breast, those nipple-hardened full warm 
mounds and then he sensed it ... the gnawing rage deep in his balls!

He bent his head down to one side, twisting his neck crazily so that he 
could see her lovely, perspiring face stuffed full with his wetly 
glistening cock. She was slaving over him now, her delicious lips being 
pulled out, their moist inner-flesh clinging to his wildly pulsating 
penis as if a part of it. Her cheeks puffed and hollowed in lewd rhythm 
to her obscene sucking! He shoved his loins up tighter to her eager 
face, until he was lifted off the chair, his throat and mouth parched, 
his wildly jerking young cock feeling as if it were turning inside out 
...!

"Aagghhh ... here ... here! Fuck! It's cumming, Mrs ... Suck it ...! 
Oooohhhh ...!" he blurted, writhing his lean young hips as he tangled 
his hands in her long, dangling tresses to hold her there, while the 
boiling sperm erupted from deep down inside his balls and began to spew 
into her voraciously sucking mouth!

His frantic teenage cock convulsed in a violent jerking, flooding 
Beth's hungrily nursing mouth with gush after gush of his hot creamy 
sperm which bloated her cheeks with every seething squirt! 
Passionately, she swallowed, moaning around his pumping young cock as 
her fingers furiously fucking into her widespread cunt set off her own 
insane climax! She plunged her hand deeper and deeper between her 
lewdly splayed thighs into the heated wetness of her feverish pussy! In 
complete frenzy, she tweaked and stroked her vibrating little clitoris 
while she gluttonously sucked and nibbled on his deflating hardness ... 
at last raising her head and drawing the back of her hand across her 
cum-smeared lips ...

"I-I'll take that handkerchief now, Jerry," she half-whispered, her 
exposed naked body revealed to him, her full, pointed breasts rising 
and falling in the aftermath of her tremendous orgasm.

He looked at the way she was kneeling up straight before him, her 
sultry green eyes level with his in an unashamed, open expression as 
they reached his own. He knew then that she wanted him to be unashamed, 
too! Man, she was some girl, all right ... the kind a guy could fall 
ass over tea-kettle in love with! She was beautiful ... all of her ... 
every inch ...!

"The handkerchief, darling?" she repeated, smiling slightly with lips 
glistening with his very own jism! Clumsily, he fumbled with his 
lowered pants, trying to get into a pocket, then handing it to her.

She stood and drew Jay's jacket around her once more, brushing at her 
lips with the boy's handkerchief, a thousand thoughts still fierily 
racing through her mind. At last, she said: "My husband is due home any 
second, darling. But there'll be other times ... won't there?"

"I ... I hope so," the young teenager stammered, his clothes 
straightened.

She tucked his handkerchief back into his pocket, then leaned close, 
kissing him on the mouth. "Our secret, Jerry darling ...?" she 
throatily whispered.

"Yeah ... you bet it is, Mrs ... Beth!" he answered, suddenly looking 
very tall and broad to her ... yes, and quite proud as he smiled back 
before going out the door.

It occurred to her then that she'd just made a man of a boy ...!



Chapter 4


It rarely happened, but on occasion Jay Robert Durke, novelist, hit a 
stumbling block in his work. These snags were not necessarily the same 
as might befall a writer in some other field, the big, bearded man 
realized, but they were his particular plaque. After all, just how many 
sensual scenes could one describe without being repetitious? Not that 
his lust imagination fell short in the erotic department, but there 
were times when even he couldn't catch the feel of a needed, sexy 
sequence, especially if Sara Wilson wasn't out in her yard pruning or 
weeding in her next-to-nothing bikini to inspire him.

In the absence of their vivacious, raven-haired young neighbor's 
stimulating curves to fire him, the prolific author usually resorted to 
his 'research' file, a locked metal drawer filled with obscene photos 
and literature of the rankest intensity. There was a certain drawback 
to this method, however, for once involved in his research department, 
he invariably found himself lusting like a goat, with mental visions of 
Sara Wilson passionately begging him to act out the particular picture 
with her. He had never stopped to estimate the time lost to these 
lecherous musings, convinced that though non-profitable, it was time 
well spent. They not only worked him into the proper frame of mind for 
creating, but they did hellish fine things for his restless ego.

To Jay Durke, Sara was the epitome of a profoundly sensual woman. Not 
that his own Beth didn't have all the physical qualifications, even 
more so than Sara ... Christ, there was a girl with a body that 
wouldn't quit ... but what good was that if you didn't know how to use 
it? ... and there was no doubt in his mind but what Stan Wilson's 
luscious little honeypot would be a wildcat in bed! Of course, there 
was always the chance that the old shoe salesman didn't know the first 
thing about getting the most out of her, which was usually the trouble 
with those Greek-god types, and maybe that was why she liked to get out 
in the yard and do her thing for him in that goddamned tantalizing 
bikini of hers.

In his lifetime, he'd never seen a doll squirm and squat into such hot-
nuts positions as she could manage right there in her front yard. Maybe 
she didn't have the quantity of voluptuous curves which Beth owned, but 
they were damned sure of the same quality. Shit, he could almost feel 
the firm smoothness of her softly rounded tit right in his hot hand, 
and she had one of the most inviting, tightest-looking little asses 
swelling out that yellow bikini bottom he'd ever laid eyes on. But 
getting at it ... her ... was a horse of another color.

Sure as hell, the big, bearded writer was convinced, she wasn't out 
there every day displaying her wares without something in mind. She 
damned sure wasn't doing it for Beth's or Vickie Davis' sake, and there 
was no one else around to see her but him! And those ball-tingling, 
lewd stances she strained to get into, bending over straight-legged 
with her tautly ovalled ass cheeks smack dab facing his study window, 
the shadow of their separating crevice faintly visible to him through 
the tight, thin material! Or stooped and faced him until her white 
young tits nearly popped out of their wispy halter! But best of all was 
the squat, with knees widespread so that he could actually see the 
outline of her puffy little cunt all snug and mouth watering up there 
between her shapely legs, even without his field glasses! What the 
hell, there was no doubt about it, the impish little bitch was actually 
giving him the old come on!

It figured in Jay's thinking, as he sat behind his desk watching 
through the window into her front yard, that old Stan didn't have the 
wherewithal to take care of his little hot-assed petunia, but there 
just happened to be a stud in the neighborhood who could ... namely Jay 
Durke! He grinned in lustful confidence to himself! About three-fourths 
of his long, thick cock buried between those soft thighs ought to do 
the job right to perfection for her, as Beth could well tell her, 
except those things just weren't done outside the realm of his novels. 
Now, he sniggered under his breath. There'd been a reason for his 
escorting of Beth on her shoe shopping tour yesterday. Once he'd 
learned she was going to Wilson's, the possibility that he might break 
the ice between them and get things on a little more neighborly basis, 
had occurred to him, and he felt certain it'd worked.

Hell, and why wouldn't it? Everybody liked to brag about knowing a 
selling author by first name. Jay supposed it gave the poor slobs an 
elated feeling of contact with the creative and celebrity world, which 
was okay with him. He was no puffed up swell head just because he'd 
tasted success! He knew what it was to be just an ordinary, everyday 
grinder like Wilson, and unless he missed his guess, his neighbor would 
be knocking himself out shortly to invite Beth and him to dinner or 
something. That, of course, had been, and was, exactly what he was 
counting on to get next to sweet-assed little Sara. He just hoped she'd 
use her head and play it cool in front of Beth. His possessive blonde 
wife might not take kindly to the raven-haired minx making a play for 
her lover-man. Nothing was worth lousing it up between Beth and him; 
she was a real baby-doll, and he knew she was nuts over him, just as he 
was all gone on her.

If only she could get a little more with it in the old sack? Oh, she 
always got hot enough at the kickoff, but he knew without asking her 
that she couldn't cum, which was nothing but failing to throw her 
beautiful ass into it full-fledged. But if that's the way she wanted 
it, he wasn't going to complain. The luscious creature had everything 
else in the world going for her, and he knew what his offered security 
meant to her. Hell, she'd latched onto him in Chicago like a preying 
tigress, letting him know how it was with her by spreading those pretty 
legs the very first night. Christ, how she'd whimpered and squirmed, 
and how he'd socked the old cock to her ... until she'd just lain there 
half crying and laughing when it was over, she was so happy. Well, 
that's the way it should be right from the beginning, the way he always 
told it in his stories, and he could damned well remember how jubilant 
he'd been just to see her sincere happiness, after twenty five years of 
paying to bed apple eating whores.

It occurred to the big man, then, how she'd come on the other night! 
Christ, he'd almost forgotten about that! She'd said something about 
wanting to suck it, hadn't she? Sure as hell had! He'd poured away 
plenty of booze, he recalled, but hell, he knew he hadn't been drunk! 
Goddamn, she'd said it all right ... wanted to suck him off! Well now, 
he was just going to cultivate that program right soon, he lustfully 
decided, feeling the immediate responsive swelling of his long heavy 
penis. Maybe that's what she needed to really turn her on, and goddamn, 
he was all for it ...!

Sara Wilson's sudden appearance in her wispy, yellow bikini and pony 
tailed black hair shattered his thoughts like the on- stage entrance of 
a bottomless go-go girl! Well, she was right on time, he rousingly 
thought, checking his watch. Ten-thirty. "Okay, Sara baby, go into your 
act," he whispered to himself under his breath. "And don't get 
impatient, 'cause old Jay's going to fill your needs real soon, Honey 
... like you never even dreamed of ..."

*   *   *

In the kitchen of their under-built, rented home in what might be 
termed as a semi-exclusive neighborhood, Beth Durke moved about 
performing her housekeeping duties, essential tasks that fell to her 
before she could position herself in front of the typewriter. She sang 
the words of a popular release in a clear, throaty voice, sang them 
softly as if to herself, with sultry green eyes aglow and the traces of 
a secret smile sensually playing over her stunningly beautiful face. 
She wore a tiny apron over a shortie, lime-green shift she'd had for 
ages, but with brassiere beneath this morning. Her reason for aroused 
excitement of mood came twofold, perhaps, two and one-half fold. Number 
one: she'd watched Stan Wilson wheel off to his store a short time 
before and caught him, once inside the concealing protection of his 
garage, straining his eyes toward her house! Something on his part was 
bound to happen soon; she felt certain of it! And she'd made up her 
mind that she could wait! It was going to be worth it, she knew, and 
after all, she'd already waited twenty-six years!

Number two: the waiting period was not going to be one of hunger, 
anyway! She now had the enchanting young masculine beauty of Jerry 
Adams at hand, available, she was certain, at the slightest indication 
on her part, and he was the most lovable lamb in the world! Except, 
next time, she intended to further his manly education another way! And 
lastly, the one-half: Jay had been too drunk the night before to pump 
enough blood into his loins to get his huge penis up and keep it there! 
She'd been ready for him though, still convinced that if he and 'it' 
became numb enough, myriad of erotic sensations could happen to her, 
but the old lover-man had just gradually faded away beneath the veil of 
his consumed liquor, finally snoring, and she'd covered him, kissed him 
goodnight, then fallen into her private passionate thoughts.

They had been that, all right, so much so that the tremendous urge to 
satisfy them had been almost unbearable. Once, she'd nearly awakened 
Jay to try again, but his snoring advised her that would be useless ... 
and at last, she'd slept. Even so, it'd hardly been much different upon 
awakening this morning! The tiny imps with their sensuous forks were 
still alive in her soft belly and hungry young loins. Her handsome Stan 
Wilson's avid staring at their house had added more coals, while the 
mere thought of youthful Jerry Adams' naked young body had been the 
final stimulator.

God, she was all damp as usual between her legs! The narrow, thin strip 
of nylon snugly caressing her there was saturated with the hot moisture 
seeping from between her pussy-lips! She'd have to change her panties 
...!

The scratching against the screen of the back door marred her thoughts. 
It was Lancer, of course, she knew without looking. Vickie Davis' huge 
German Shepherd whose habit it was to come begging every morning about 
this time. Not that the animal didn't get enough to eat at home; Beth 
was sure he did, the way his beautiful young mistress looked after him, 
but he was still just a dog and this was his thing.

"Hello, darling," she said with a radiant smile, opening the door for 
the whimpering beast to enter. "Hungry? Come over to see Beth for 
something to eat?"

He agilely raised to his hind legs, pressing his soft paws against the 
full tips of her breasts. She caught at his forepaws, a little shiver 
passing through her voluptuous young body at the erogenous contact her 
thought veins had enhanced. The big handsome animal licked out at her 
face and she reactively drew it back away from him with a smile. He 
whimpered and Beth said, "I think I have something for you, darling! A 
nice big bone with the remainder of the ham we left on it last Sunday." 
Then, more to herself than the animal which waited with wagging tail, 
she opened the refrigerator and stooped down to bring the platter out: 
"We'll never eat it ... ham shouldn't be kept this long, anyway ...!"

What happened next gave her such an unexpected and truly wild start 
that the astonished young wife couldn't move! She was still bent over 
fishing inside the refrigerator when she felt the unmistakable cold 
wetness of Lancer's nose high on the nakedly sensitive flesh of her 
inner right thigh! Why she didn't bolt upright in shock or fear, she 
could only lay to the prurient incitement which had been hotly 
smoldering within her! Instead, she continued to stoop there, knowing 
the huge dog's powerful head was beneath her skirt from behind, nosily 
sniffing ... and then came the hot, pressured lap of an unmistakable 
tongue against the moistened nylon strip of her sheer panties hugging 
her seeping vaginal lips!

God, he'd sensed her heat!

Had to, what else? Again, the beautiful animal did it, drawing its 
long, hot tongue between her legs against the protected flushed lips of 
her cuntal crevice! Beth raised up slowly ... raised up only because 
she couldn't stay in that position all day! She held the ham bone in 
her hand as she turned to look down upon the great dog who was staring 
up at her with wide brown eyes, erect ears, open mouth and wagging 
tail.

"You handsome devil!" she half hissed, all the erotically arousing 
sensations she'd so proudly kept under control suddenly pouring like 
molten steel into her soft, young belly and loins. "You're a goddamned 
lecher, like all males, except you're more handsome than most! I never 
would've believed it ... but I'm not about to deny it either, Lancer 
lover!"

Beth moved toward the pantry as if she were being satanically 
propelled. She held the bone up so that the powerful dog could see and 
follow, wicked thoughts she'd never before even conceived of filling 
her mind!

"Come on, baby ... in here with Beth!" she whispered, consciously, as 
if someone were standing close, eavesdropping! "Come on ... that's the 
boy ... and you can have your bone ... after! After, darling! Look! 
Come here, look what Beth has for you ...!"

God, it was salaciously forbidden, but she was doing it! Standing there 
in the pantry with the door near-closed, spread-legged, the short skirt 
of her shift luridly raised and her small hand tugging to one side the 
narrow strip of her wet nylon panties so that her hair-fringed, moistly 
throbbing pussy was exposed to the brute!

"Come on, Lancer baby! Do it! Lick it, Darling ... like, I'll bet my 
life, that you lick Vickie's!"

Beth watched the mighty dog move forward, as if trained, toward her 
exposed wet cunt! Unbelievable sensations of frenetic excitement soared 
through her in the animalistic depravity of her act. My God, this was 
beyond obscenity, the blonde young wife thought, tugging even further 
to one side the sheer strip of her damp nylon panties to better expose 
her hotly throbbing pussy before the approaching German Shepherd! Would 
he ...? Would he ...?

He did!

The brute's long and thick wet animal tongue splurted out, curling at 
the tip as it caught between the feverish lips of her pouting pussy, 
laving the very mouth of her vagina and splaying open the blonde, hair-
fringed folds as it drew upward between them, ending and twisting at 
the very delicate tip of her already quivering, tiny clitoris! But he 
didn't stop there! Again and again without egging, the massive dog 
repeated its hot caresses, raising gasps of panting lust from the young 
blonde wife as she stood there with trembling legs spread out wide, her 
loins lewdly thrust forward, her little hand holding the tiny wisp of 
her nylon panties to one side for the brute's delicious licking of her 
cunt!

"Oh ... oh God, do it, Lancer lover! Lick it!" she hissed, holding the 
bone high in one hand and her tiny panties away from her steaming, 
blonde-curled pussy with the other. "Yes ... lick it, sweetheart ... 
Beth'll cum in a minute! Ohhhhh ... you beautiful lover, you ...! Do it 
... faster, Baby ... then, you can have your bone! Oh God, Darling ... 
lick ... lick ... lick ...!"

At last, the sound penetrated ... a knocking against the back door ... 
persistent, but never loud! For a long moment, Beth didn't move, 
couldn't in her forbidden ecstasy, but the knocking wouldn't go away 
and finally, realization dawned upon her. She had to answer it before 
Jay heard and pounded out to learn why she didn't! Oh God ... just a 
minute or two longer! Oooohhhh ...! Damn! Damn!

"W-Wait, boy ...! Stop, lover ...!" the lustfully infused young wife 
whispered in a tremulous voice, with reluctance forcing the huge 
animal's massive head and burning tongue from between her obscenely 
spread legs. "We'll have to finish this later, darling!" she hissed, 
shivering from the intensive sensation electrifying her charged young 
loins in their almost- reached, climactic moment! Damn, who could it 
be? she raged inwardly, handing Lancer the ham bone and opening the 
pantry door as the soft knock came once more.

"Oh, so there you are, young man!" Vickie Davis, a tall, willowy, 
auburn-haired girl in her mid thirties accused in a soft, pleasing 
voice. She smiled at Beth, then pretended a frown on her lovely, 
classic-featured face as she looked down at her German Shepherd. "He's 
been begging again, I see ... and doing well, by the size of that 
bone."

Still trembling, Beth sensed the uncontrollable flush to her cheeks at 
the identity of her caller, flustered at the thought of the lurid act 
she had only a minute before been engaged in with her chicly dressed 
neighbor's pet. All the same, she managed a smile, working to keep it 
guilt-free. "Oh, he comes to see me everyday. I'd miss him if he 
didn't," she replied, subconsciously admiring the professional model's 
obviously expensive pants suit.

"Really ...?" Vickie Davis said, her accentuation of the single worded 
question uneasing Beth. "Well, I can see that he likes you, Mrs. Durke, 
the way he's rubbing against your legs," she went on in her velvet-like 
voice, a certain expressive light in her amber colored eyes adding to 
the blonde young wife's uneasiness. "Quite frankly, I wouldn't be 
surprised if he were some reincarnated philanderer of note, the way he 
takes to pretty girls."

Beth laughed, struggling for casualness and enraged with herself at the 
hot twinge she knew continued to redden her cheeks. She said, "Won't 
you come in and have a cup of coffee, Miss Davis?"

"Well ... I'd love it, if you're not busy," the striking, auburn-haired 
beauty answered with a delicate display of charm that raised goose-
flesh on Beth's still excited young body. "I don't believe in kaffee-
klatch females idly annoying their neighbors every morning, but if you 
promise to return the visit, I'll be happy to accept."

"I assure you, I will," Beth said, still smiling as she opened and held 
the door for her lissome neighbor's entrance, noticing that she wore no 
brassiere beneath the loose fitting stylish blouse. At the same time, 
Lancer trotted out the opened way carrying his bone and both girls 
laughed.

"Go home, Lancy! You hear? Go home to eat that!" Vicki Davis commanded, 
standing to watch the massive animal move toward her back yard.

"He minds so well, Miss Davis," Beth complimented, admiring her 
statuesque neighbor's fluffy bobbed hair style. There was an exciting 
sauciness to it, she thought. If she ever cut her hair, she'd want to 
wear it exactly the same ...

"Please, why don't you call me Vickie?" the beautiful model suggested. 
"And I'll call you Beth ... if I may? After all, we have been living 
side-by-side for some months now ..."

"I should say, almost a year in fact, and I think it's an excellent 
idea," the blonde young wife warmly replied, the fire lessening in her 
cheeks as her confidence bolstered. Even the simmering sensations in 
her soft belly were beginning to abate ... for the time being.

Vickie Davis paused then, staring at nothing, but simulating a graceful 
feline animal pricking up its ears. Beth couldn't imagine ... then, the 
classic-featured beauty said, "That typewriter I hear clicking madly 
... would that be your husband working?"

"Yes. He writes ..."

"I've heard. The Wilson's mentioned it the other night," she said, 
accepting Beth's offered kitchen chair beside the table. "I'd love to 
read his work. Is it on the stands, Beth?"

"Well ... yes ..." the young wife stammered, trying to remember Jay's 
instructive answers to be given at such times as this. "Much of it is 
published in Europe and available here in the states. In fact, we're 
lucky to even get a copy."

"Oh, that's too bad. I would enjoy so much reading something of his," 
her exquisite neighbor said. "I do a great deal of reading in between 
assignments. I seldom go out unless it's over to Stan Wilson's for 
dinner, or cocktails."

His name alone was enough to inspire tingles in Beth's tummy. She said 
as she poured their coffee: "You've known them a long time, Vickie?"

"Not really, no. Only since I bought 2236 Tasmen Drive. But they're 
such lovely people, so easy to know. Sara is a dream and Stan's a doll 
... poetic, eh? Anyway, they came over after I moved in to make Lancer 
and me welcome. We've been quite friendly since."

"Oh ... how nice of them," Beth replied, smiling while she inwardly 
began to stew at the complete ignoring she and Jay had received after 
they'd moved in. Of course, that had to be Jay's fault, the goddamned 
garbs he wore, plus his big mouth that had undoubtedly tagged him in 
the neighborhood ...

"I'm afraid that contrary to what most people think, a model's life is 
a lonely one," Vicki Davis informed, sipping from her cup, "and 
especially after a girl gets to be thirty five. She must have her rest 
to keep her attributes up there in competition with the twenty-some 
year-old beauties. You ... you must have modeled one time or another, 
darling, didn't you?"

"Me?" Beth questioned, surprised and staring at her beautiful neighbor, 
"Lord no!" she added, laughing lightly and very pleased as she sat down 
to her guest's right at the end of the table, not an arm's length away.

"Really? I would've immediately thought you an ex-model ... or perhaps 
an actress of sorts. You're so beautiful with that long, blonde hair, 
and you have the most sensually inciting body. You see, I saw you last 
Sunday working in your yard, darling, and suddenly realized why my own 
jobs are becoming more scarce every day."

Beth laughed again, unable to ignore the sensation of flattery Vickie 
Davis' lauding phrases were drenching her with. It was a full minute 
before she detected the warm, if almost, passionate gleam in her 
willowy neighbor's amber-hued eyes, but by that time, the stunning 
model had already delicately placed her long, slender hand on top of 
hers!

"I can help you ... introduce you to the right people, if you'd like to 
break into the field, darling. I think it would give me a marvelous 
feeling if I knew I had something like a ... a protegee ..."

The incredulous emotions Beth was immediately experiencing at the soft, 
warm touch of the striking, auburn-haired girl's hand covering her own, 
were unbelievable! She felt her breath catch in her throat, as well as 
all the sensate excitement she'd known in the pantry and before, 
vibrantly seething once more! God, it was ridiculous! But it was true! 
She couldn't even speak!

"Why don't you come over and have dinner with me tonight, Beth, darling 
... alone, so we can talk girl things?" her enchanting neighbor quietly 
whispered. "Lancer will be there ... just the three of us ... but he's 
a very uninforming third party. Quite dependable in every respect, I 
promise you ... even without the boon of a ham bone. Can you ... Or are 
you obligated ...?"

"No ... that is, we have no obligations this evening," Beth heard 
herself quickly reply. "Jay ... my husband, has a meeting with his 
writer's guild ... I ... I'd love to come!"

"Marvelous, darling!" Vickie softly intoned, pressuring her hand 
warmly. "Let's say, sevenish for cocktails ... and don't dress, dear 
... just something easily slipped out of in case we want to take a dip 
in the pool, eh? Personally I like to swim in the nude, and the 
arrangement of my pool offers that private luxury."

Jay Robert Durke's curvaceous young wife could only gaze intently in 
the amber gems of her beautiful next door neighbor's almond-shaped, 
candescent eyes. Whatever was happening to stroke the little bed of 
dormant embers in her soft belly and loins, Beth welcomed it! She 
turned her hand palm upward beneath the enticing model's enveloping 
one, interlacing slender fingers in a gentle squeeze of warmth that 
she, herself, couldn't understand!

Her provoked, feminine mind spun! Jay's typewriter suddenly made a 
machine-gun staccato! His first novel, LESBICUS LADY raced through her 
excited brain! A fleeting replica of Jerry Adams' youthful handsomeness 
registered! Stan Wilson's heated lips said: "Tonight, Beth? Can you get 
out tonight ...?"

"Agreed dear ...? Cocktails at seven?" Vickie softly repeated, arising 
with practiced grace from the table and walking toward the door.

"Seven ... yes, of course," Beth answered. "And ... and I won't dress 
..."

"No need, darling ... we'll just keep it informal," the tall, svelte, 
auburn-haired girl sensually breathed, taking Beth's small hand for one 
final little squeeze. "I just know we're going to be very close friends 
... and I'm so looking forward to this evening ...!"

"Yes ... so am I, Vickie," the blonde, aroused wife partially 
whispered, searching the other's enchanting face as she pressed open 
the screened door for her to leave ...



Chapter 5


Beth was all thumbs with her typing that afternoon as she worked at the 
small desk in Jay's study. Across the room, her bearded, middle-aged 
husband didn't seem to be doing much better, but without looking, his 
young perceptive mate was aware of the underlying cause. Demure Sara in 
her itty-bitty bikini was no doubt performing in her front yard. It 
mattered little to Beth that he whiled away a good portion of his day 
ogling their vivacious, raven-haired young neighbor in her next-to-
nothings. It, in fact, relieved her of considerable sexual anguish, 
since he'd begun to make a fixed routine of his lusty gawking, part of 
which time in the past he had invariable devoted to a 'quickie'.

The young, blonde wife actually passed it unjealously off as the 
harmless, if lecherous, pastime of a lewdly oriented mental paramour, 
and that's where it all ended ... in his oversexed mind. Anyway, even 
if she were concerned that anything might come of it, Beth would've 
given little thought to it that afternoon. She was too sensually 
fascinated with what had taken place between Vickie Davis and herself a 
few hours earlier, not to mention the obscene thrill which rippled over 
her whenever she remembered Lancer!

Shortly after her intoxicating neighbor had left, Beth had lapsed into 
a shameful sense of pre-guilt at the thought of their proposed, 
'informal dinner party'. God, there wasn't the slightest question in 
her confused young mind but what Jay had been right in his guess. 
Vickie was a lesbian! or at the very least, a bi-swinger, as her 
husband put it in his novels. And Lancer ... damn! She obviously had 
that beautiful animal trained, too!

Following several more cups of coffee and a long hour of lurid, 
irresistible thinking, the erotically perplexed young wife had decided 
against keeping their little tete-a-tete. Damn, she had no silly 
misgivings regarding what Vickie intended should happen and she knew 
it! To what extent the beautiful, lissome model would go, or expect her 
to go was another alluring thought which bemused her. Certainly, she 
had no way of knowing! Such forbidden acts had never even entered her 
mind, let alone been explored ... but then, why had the mere touch of 
the enravishing girl so excited her ...?

Beth remembered Jerry Adams then, and what she'd mentally labeled as 
disgustingly obscene and extremely impossible. God, how wrong she'd 
been on that score! But at least, that was male-female, normal enough 
in one respect ...! And ... and ... just exactly what did girls do to 
each other when they ... they made love? Were Jay's descriptions 
accurate, or was he just assuming ...? One thing for sure, she knew 
that every time she typed one of those heated scenes, it really turned 
her on ...!

She had left the kitchen for the study and the typing awaiting her, 
with her mind still webbed in a lust-infused dither, though pretty much 
determined to fall conveniently ill and send Jay over with a note 
before he left for his meeting. Better that she should climb into bed 
with a good book and a few gin-tonics. There would be ample nights in 
the future for them should she find her desires leaning that way. 
Still, she couldn't deny the sensorial feelings of excitement that 
lingered and taunted her the remainder of the afternoon, whenever 
thoughts of her lovely enticing neighbor crossed her roused young mind.

The sequence her big, robust husband had ready for final draft hadn't 
helped matters, either. It'd concerned two neighborhood wives and a 
cookware salesman, the naked girls taking turns tonguing one another's 
"hot, wet pussies" while the salesman with super-energetic lust and a 
massive penis screwed each of them from behind! God, by the time she 
had finished it, her already keyed-up passion had reached such a degree 
that she'd nearly dragged Jay off to the bedroom! On second thought, 
however, she'd decided against adding agony to aggravation. Tonight, 
alone with her book and gin-tonics, she would resort to her only 
pacification of late ... her busy, knowing finger. At the same, the 
typing of the intensively firing scene had found her casting herself 
and Vickie, together with sometimes Stan, then young Jerry Adams 
playing the male role, until when she'd put the cover on her machine 
for the day, she'd had all she could do to forcibly jot off the note to 
her enchanting neighbor.

"Look, babe, maybe you'd rather I didn't go tonight if you're feeling 
that bad?" Jay had thoughtfully offered.

"No, no. It's nothing that serious, darling," she'd quickly set him at 
ease, knowing how much he looked forward to these monthly dinners and 
meetings with his counterparts. "I feel headachy and a bit nauseous is 
all. Afraid I wouldn't be very good company for Miss Davis on our first 
get-together. I'm sure she'll understand."

"Yeah ... sure she will," he agreed. "I'll just emphasize how sorry you 
are and that you were looking forward to it all day, eh?"

"Well ... all right, but don't make it too strong," Beth cautioned, 
knowing how her mouthy husband could get carried away, with all his 
good intentions.

Alone at last, Beth released a little sigh to herself. She'd always 
enjoyed her solitude, but even more so since her marriage, and with no 
reflections on Jay's blustering character. It was simply that they were 
almost constantly together and a person needed some time to themselves, 
at least, away from each other. She went straight to the liquor cabinet 
and poured herself a gin-tonic, consuming half of it before going into 
the kitchen to fix a plate of hors d'oeuvres to munch along. It was 
almost seven, the scheduled time Vickie had set for cocktails, and a 
little chill rippled through her at the thought.

She wasn't sorry, though, over her decision. It had all happened so 
fast between them there in the kitchen, just about overwhelming her, 
was all. God ... she had to have more time to think about it, or ... or 
get used to the idea ... whatever, even with the carnal sensations 
wildly racing helter-skelter in her soft belly and day-long provoked 
loins. But the latter, she was very soon going to look after! 
Oooohhhhhh ... she had to, or she might just ignite! Yes, and maybe 
three or four times for good measure, the torridly flushed young wife 
contemplated in her privacy.

Setting gin bottle, an ample supply of tonic, along with ice and her 
plate of goodies onto a tray, Beth trekked off to the bedroom, placing 
all conveniently on the bedside stand beside her book before beginning 
the ritual of undressing. Whenever she planned a lewd little party of 
her own, the curvaceous blonde girl hedonistically strove to get the 
most out of it. And why not? After all, if one had to be her own lover 
in order to receive satisfaction, then a narcissistic approach wasn't 
so far out of order, was it?

For a few moments, Beth sat on the edge of the bed nibbling and 
drinking, actually taunting herself with further lust-filled thoughts 
of all that had happened to her the past two days. She arose finally, 
the gin warm in her churning belly, and began to slowly strip to 
sensuous nakedness, admiring her voluptuous white curves and the blonde 
tufted "vee" of her fleshy vaginal mound with its swollen lips and pink 
ribbon of moistened, secret flesh up between her full thighs.

Caressingly, she smoothed and stroked her small hands over the supple 
naked skin of her satiny body, her sexual tension increasing beneath 
the feel of her self-loving hands as she slowly turned and walked 
toward the bed. Drawing down the cover, she stretched out languidly on 
the satin sheet, then reached over to flick on the radio for some soft, 
romantic music to make her little party complete.

Raising her head high on the pillow, Beth could see herself in the 
vanity mirror, and provocatively, she eased her legs open, spreading 
them wide until she could see all of herself, from the soles of her 
tiny feet to the long golden hair forming the halo beneath her head on 
the pillow. She watched her reflection as she brushed her soft hands 
over the full white mounds of her breasts, pausing to tease their 
little pink nipples into bursting hardness before moving down over her 
ribs and the flattened bowl of her belly to rest on either side of the 
damp, feverish cunt-lips up between her spread thighs. There, with the 
edges of both hands gently pressuring inward against the hair-fringed 
folds of sensitive flesh, the naked young wife began a lewd, self-
gratifying massage, playing one wetly throbbing pussy lip against the 
other in order to stimulate the intimate, inner petals between ...

This was what Vickie Davis saw when she hesitantly peeked around the 
doorway from the hall, her breathing hitching in her swan-like throat 
at the unexpected obscene sight! Spontaneous sensations of lust coursed 
through her lithe body, her large amber eyes immediately aglow! Soooo 
... she impassionedly thought to herself, reaching down to pet Lancer's 
massive head beside her, she wasn't going to be denied after all ...!

Beth had no idea how long Vickie had stood there before she saw her and 
gasped aloud in a shock wave of horrified shame! In those first 
stupefying seconds, she had lain there in her obscenely exposed 
position as if petrified, her hands still between her legs in their 
lewd finger-fucking arrangement ... and then, she abruptly reacted. 
With a second moaning gasp, the humiliated young wife sat upright in 
quivering, curved nakedness to grasp for the covering at the foot of 
the bed, to which her softly smiling exquisite neighbor remarked, 
"Don't you think that's being a bit ridiculous, darling? Something 
like, closing the barn door after the horse has gone ...?"

Nevertheless, Beth completed the act, drawing the covering above her 
nakedly exposed breasts which she felt sure were blushing from the 
overflow of blood reddening her mortified face! She watched the auburn-
haired beauty move gracefully into her bedroom, then saw Lancer behind 
her. Her awe-stricken brain still reeled in its unequaled 
embarrassment, though she was able to reason that the radio had made 
their entrance possible without her hearing the door open or close. Had 
she knocked ...?

As if reading her mind, Vickie velvety intoned, "I would've knocked, 
but I didn't want to disturb you if you were in bed ... and you were, 
you see, so I did the right thing." With a whispering rustle of silkish 
material from the loose, flower print wraparound she wore, the 
lithesome girl folded down onto the edge of the bed beside Beth, her 
heated amber eyes never leaving the young blonde wife's stunned green 
ones. "I came over to bring you some broth I concoct for myself when 
I'm not feeling up to sorts ... but on second thought, I don't believe 
you need it, dear. Your problem calls for a different variety of 
treatment ..."

"Oh ... oh God, Vickie I'm so ashamed ...!" Beth exclaimed on the brink 
of tears and dropping her face toward her hands to hide them.

"My Lord, baby, don't be!" Vickie quickly responded. "If anyone should 
be ashamed, it's me for walking in on your privacy the way I did! What 
you were doing ... or about to do, is normal enough! Believe me, 
darling, I've done it many times, myself ... all through my short 
marriage as a matter of fact! It was my only source of completion with 
the young, rabbit husband I had ... but that's another story and very 
uninteresting. What is of importance to you, though, is that I've since 
learned some beautifully extraneous ways of reaching the same end, 
darling ... and I can't think of more appropriate circumstances in 
which to introduce you to them ...!"

Beth raised her head slowly to stare at the exotic face, her sultry 
green eyes moist in their bath of contained tears. A mixture of 
emotions began to frantically race through her ... a blend of which her 
self-abasement was rapidly dwindling in importance. The beautiful, deep 
amber eyes gazing hotly into her own were mesmerizing, effectively 
causing the tempo of her breathing to increase and shorten in length! 
The young blonde wife in her hidden nakedness trembled in response to 
the slender, gentle hand raising to pressure against her shoulder, 
urging her back down onto the pillow.

Vickie smiled, a dazzling sight to Beth, even more splendorous as the 
sylph-like girl arose and gracefully slipped out of her wraparound to 
stand in statuesque, lightly tanned nakedness before her! She had come 
prepared ... intending ... or perhaps, just hopeful, Beth reasoned, 
knowing that she, herself, was captivated by the sight of the auburn-
haired model's high- set, firmly rounded breasts with their hardened, 
berryish nipples, her slender waist and the smooth, breathtaking curve 
of her hip! The thighs of her long, shapely legs were full but taut 
without being muscular, a look of underlying strength to them, and 
between at the base of her flat belly and loins, partially hidden by a 
sparse triangular shadow of dark silken ringlets, peeked the faint, 
pink inner flesh separating her pouting vaginal lips ...!

The tall beauty seemed to float down beside her once more, until Beth 
felt the tender brush of her warm, delicate hand on her brow and in her 
hair. Fascination spread through the younger girl like wildfire, her 
belly and the soft inner sides of her feverish thighs quivering in 
empathy to the delicious caresses. Still, traces of apprehensive 
repugnance tried to register in her impassioned mind, but she blindly 
barred them! God ...! She didn't want to resist, the sensually aroused 
young wife thought, as she felt loving hands on her breasts! Then, the 
exquisite face moved closer to hers, its perfect, soft mouth closing 
down onto her own with a moist warmth ... and finally, with urgent 
affection!

Beth's lips responded of their own volition, and she sensed them being 
pressed apart by Vickie's small, inoffensive tongue slipping into her 
mouth in search of hers. Simultaneously, Vickie's lithesome curves 
stretched out against her own with only the satin covering sheet 
between them to separate breasts, bellies, thighs and loins! Then, the 
auburn-haired girl began an intimate, delicately undulating motion as 
Beth excitedly brought her tiny tongue into caressing contact with her 
beautiful, pleasure-bringing neighbor's!

"Damn ... but you're a breathtaking creature, dear!" Vickie breathed 
hotly into her mouth. She kissed her again and again, torrid, moist 
kisses of tongue-loving delight which were carrying the susceptible 
young wife willingly upward and away on a cloud of erotic beauty she 
knew she must take now to the end of its journey! Then, Vickie raised 
her enchanting face and gazed down at her. "You mustn't misunderstand, 
Beth, I'm not a died-in-the-wool lesbian. Do you believe that?"

"It doesn't matter ..."

"To me, it does, darling," Vickie whispered. "When I see someone whom I 
know I can, and want to, love, whether male or female, it makes no 
difference. Can you believe that?"

Beth nodded, though knowing that yesterday she couldn't have, and that 
even now there were doubts inside her, but that none of it mattered a 
damn at this point!

"Is it ... your husband, baby?" the intoxicating, amber-eyed face 
softly questioned. "He can't satisfy you ...?"

"I don't want to talk about it, Vickie ... please?"

"All right," the other quickly replied, lovingly grazing her fingers 
over her beautiful young neighbor's face, letting their tips trail down 
the satiny skin of her neck to her shoulder. "Just relax, darling, and 
give yourself to Vickie. She's going to make you the most contented 
girl in the world ...!"

"Ohhhhhh ... yes ... yessss ... I want you to ...!" Beth ardently 
hissed, abandoning her inflamed young body to the forbidden pleasures 
to come ...!

Vickie kissed her again and Beth met the little tongue with the heated 
wetness of her own, sensing the satiny sheet being removed from between 
them, the gentle, loving hands fondly caressing her erotically tingling 
breasts and moving downward over her body with an intimate tenderness 
that filled her with unknown ardor for her lover. She felt the soft, 
warm hands stroking the ovalled mounds of her naked buttocks and 
drawing her tightly into a strong, yet softly yielding flesh elegance.

At the lewdly illicit embrace, something objectionable again tried to 
make its unwanted presence known in her whirling young brain, and more 
determinedly, the enraptured blonde wife drove it away. Whatever it was 
so erotically captivating and sensually stimulating her desire-filled 
body, she wanted it to go on ... maybe forever and ever! The svelte 
creature pressed close to her, massaging her hot nakedness against 
Beth's resilient young curves, their hardened, pebble-like nipples 
touching, their full breasts flattening against each other's, their 
thighs meeting along with the fleshy cuntal mounds and silken thatches 
of blonde and dark pubic curls ...

Beth gasped with the vibrant tremor rippling over her nakedly aroused 
young body, while Vickie's hand explored the rounded moons of her 
sensitive buttocks, spreading them apart and inserting an outstretched 
slender finger to stroke her tight little anus with knowing delight! 
Sensations of utter lust glowed in Beth's overwrought belly and in the 
hotly throbbing genital mouth up between her thighs. Then, Vickie 
gently pressed her onto her back, her willowy neighbor's hand tracing 
the arched line of her hip as she slithered down her naked body and 
gently urged Beth's legs apart and open to her! The blonde young wife 
didn't look, but lay there with eyes closed in unprecedented, desirous 
anticipation, her breath excitedly tight in her slender throat!

She felt the warm, moist kisses against the extremely sensate flesh of 
her inner thighs, each one conveyed higher and higher toward her hotly 
hungering pussy lips!

Vickie Davis' exotic eyes glittered when they locked on the narrow pink 
crevice where a tiny drop of secreting moisture glistened from Beth's 
sensual passion. Unhesitantly, she flicked out her tongue-tip, stealing 
its heady tang into her mouth. A shiver of seductive lust rifled 
through her willowy nakedness at its spicy taste, and she drew her wet 
little tongue from the point where Beth's enticing, pink cuntal crevice 
enjoined the smooth cleft between her rounded ass cheeks, lightly 
tracing the thin vaginal line dividing its fleshy lips upward to its 
peak. She felt the excited tremor flutter over her gorgeous neighbor's 
young curvaceous body, and with thumbs, she brushed aside the 
gossamery, blonde pubic curls, spreading apart the young wife's moistly 
clinging cuntal lips, until her tiny, hooded clitoris was revealed 
before her! She licked it then, raising a whimpering shudder from the 
hopelessly aroused girl lying naked beneath her.

Beth opened her eyes to the sudden sensations of inflamed delight 
raging in her wetly pulsating pussy as Vickie's intimately licking 
tongue made swipe after swipe at her exposed vaginal furrow. Abruptly, 
she felt her legs being raised and pressed back until her thighs were 
flattening the supple mounds of her swollen, throbbing breasts. She 
lifted her head to look between them and watch the auburn-haired girl's 
classic face nuzzle into the hot, wet pinkness of her splayed-open cunt 
as she began to lick it with wanton frenzy!

Rather than the revulsion she had always identified with such an 
obscene lesbian act, salacious rapture swept through Beth's luridly 
positioned nakedness! God, she'd never in her most remote dreams 
imagined she could be a part of such a performance ... but there she 
lay, on her back with her legs lewdly raised high and her thighs 
widespread in lustful desire beneath this beautiful girl whose mouth 
and tongue were filling her with intoxicating, forbidden pleasure ... 
and she wanted it ... wanted it!

"Oh ... ooohhhhh ...!" Beth moaned, as the auburn-haired enchantress 
sucked and nipped at her tiny, quivering clitoris with her pretty white 
teeth, sending violent spasms of ecstasy spiraling through her! It was 
nearly maddening ... impassionately maddening ... but ever endurably 
maddening! From that brief instance of almost shattering sensation, 
Vickie's knowing hot tongue drew downward to smoothly slide in and out 
of the hot, liquid mouth of her steaming vagina, wetly rotating against 
its sensitive inner walls, then thrusting deeply up inside her! She 
sensed her sylphish neighbor's hands cupping the rounded cheeks of her 
ass to raise her even higher, and she held her knees tightly against 
her aching breasts as she felt the vamping little tongue lick hotly 
downward through the smooth crevice to her puckered babyish anus! Its 
tip pressed firmly against Beth's anal lips as it had her mouth, but 
hardly penetrating, though she wanted it to, relaxing to the fullest. 
Suddenly, it was back in her seething cunt and nothing else mattered as 
it curled wetly up into her, then flicked to the intricate little bud 
of her excitedly palpitating clitoris, while the ecstatic pressure 
mounted in her belly.

God, this moment, like those with sweet young Jerry Adams, she must 
vividly remember them! She'd been wrong again! Oh, and had she been 
wrong! Even the sensations, the lust, the luscious desire she'd felt 
with her teenage Jerry was entirely foreign to the searing embers 
sensually eating at her fervid loins and spasming, fire-filled belly at 
that specific instant! It was all different ... love in its intricate 
variations, such as those limited, wild emotions she had reveled in 
with Stan Wilson! They had been wholly different from anything she 
could ever know with Jay, but that didn't mean that she couldn't, or 
hadn't known similar passion with him! She loved him ... he was her 
husband ... but he'd failed her ... not intentionally, she realized, 
merely in ignorance! And as well, how, in ignorance, could he expect to 
portray the feelings of one woman being made love to by another? How 
could any man? Oh damn, it was so overwhelming ... the thought alone, 
the visual sensations, the raging heat her stunning neighbor's tiny 
tongue was licking toward a mind blasting explosion inside her ...!

And then, Vickie stopped!

Slowly, reluctantly, Beth lowered her legs as she looked intently down 
at her exotically smiling lover.

"Come down here and kiss me, darling!" the auburn-haired model 
whispered.

She couldn't have refused had she wanted to, Beth knew as she sat 
upright and Vickie got to her knees between her widespread legs. She 
wrapped her arms upward around the sylph-like girl's neck and planted 
her lips on the other's wetly parted mouth, tasting the poignant flavor 
of her own self there! The reaction to her sensual inflammation was 
undeniable abandon!

"Wh-What do you want me to do? It was beautiful ..." Beth gasped.

Vickie enfolded the young wife in her arms and held her, pressing the 
younger girl's cheek against the warm, pliant flesh of her soft breast. 
She ran one hand down over Beth's naked belly and further through the 
silken, blondish tufts of her puffy little mound to her pussy, drawing 
a finger between its flushed, heatedly moistened lips.

Beth whimpered, clinging closer, and the lithesome girl cupped her own 
breast, holding it to press the nipple between the young blonde wife's 
wetly receptive lips. Eagerly, Beth began to suck as her own small hand 
moved upward to lovingly caress and hold the firm, full mound of 
feminine flesh.

"You like that, darling?" Vickie throatily whispered.

"Mmmmmmmmm!" Beth mewled, her tiny tongue swirling over and around the 
perfumed nipple she hungrily held and sucked in her mouth.

Momentarily, Vickie Davis watched in her own mounting passion, watched 
the sensual sight of her beautiful curvaceous neighbor sucking and 
nibbling in wanton hunger at her wildly tingling breast. God, she 
thought, what absolutely fantastic times they were going to enjoy 
together! She watched until she couldn't stand it any longer, then she 
pressed the susceptible naked beauty down onto the bed and lewdly 
straddled her middle, moving upward over the voluptuous, satin fleshed 
girl until her own lush buttocks sat back to flatten Beth's softly 
yielding breasts against her chest!

Beth looked up at her, not frightened, knowing exactly what was 
expected ... what was to come ... and ... and wanting it! Vickie raised 
up until her wetly excited cunt hovered directly above Beth's mouth! 
She said nothing, only stared downward with lust-filled eyes, waiting!

The erotically fired young wife licked out as if in unquestionable 
obedience, the enticing coral crevice of intimate flesh with its hair-
lined dark curls like a magnet to her as she laved her tongue through 
the hot, liquid length of it. Subconsciously, Beth reached up and 
lovingly caught the auburn-haired girl's flared hips, drawing her 
closer down, while she ran her tongue through the pink fluidness of 
Vickie Davis' cunt ... exploring her heated, lust-secreting vagina, and 
at last, the rather large almond-like clitoris, the entire 
conglomeration firing her young naked body beyond belief!

But again, Vickie surprised her, hunching back away, suddenly 
scrambling off her in an unexpected move! Beth raised to her elbows, 
gaping at her beautiful, naked neighbor.

"What's wrong ...? Wasn't ... wasn't I doing it right ...?"

"You were beautiful, baby, and ... you're not done yet!" Vickie 
whispered, her classic smile lighting her face. "But we have a male 
member with us, darling ... one I'm almost certain you tempted this 
morning!"

There was only one other live thing in the room except the fern she 
kept near the window!

"Yes ... Lancer, baby," the naked, lissome model softly intoned. "We 
mustn't forget him ... and I know you never will after tonight!"

Beth gaped at her, knowing, yet not quite sure ... not letting herself 
believe! Only in books, Jay's and others like him, did such bestial 
things take place! They were fictional ... impossible ... absolutely 
devilish and unreal!

"He'll love you, Beth darling ... I know he will!" Vickie was saying. 
"Get up on your knees, baby, with your lovely ass high in the air if 
you want to know the ultimate!"

"Vickie ... wh-what?"

"Turn over!" the auburn-haired girl cut her short. "Do it! Now!"

Beth could have argued, or at the most, fought with her, but she had no 
intentions of doing that. Instead, she responded, getting up onto her 
knees as commanded, raising her lush, naked buttocks high as if she 
were in some sort of drugged lechery, the lustful sensation permeating 
her young curvaceous body more influencing than any addiction she could 
ever know!

"Come, Lancy! Now, lover! Up ... up!"

Beth felt the jouncing weight of the massive dog leap onto the bed, but 
she couldn't see him because he remained behind her. Her belly 
constricted in a natural fright, and she looked behind her to catch her 
neighbor's beautiful face. She saw the naked girl point toward her very 
buttocks!



Chapter 6


For what seemed an eternity, a quivering Beth knelt upon the bed, 
resting forward on her elbows and forearms, knees widespread, the 
unprotected mounds of her nakedly offered buttocks obscenely raised 
according to her captivating neighbor's lewd instructions! The hardened 
tips of her passion-swollen breasts incitingly grazed the silken 
material beneath, and her long blonde hair tumbled down over her 
shoulders and cheeks in a golden veil that thankfully hid all facial 
evidence the bizarre emotions of apprehension and anticipation were 
fiercely charging through her!

Suddenly, she felt the huge animal's cool, wet nose against her inner 
thighs as she had that morning, sniffing at the fluid, pungent heat of 
her fired loins! Brushing her hair aside, Beth twisted again to look at 
Vickie who was on her knees and closely watching the massive dog's 
lurid inspection of her unshielded genitals! The anxious urge to bolt 
from the bed and end it all right there raced into her lust-confused 
brain, but instead she froze! His cold, probing nose touched her anus, 
causing her to reflexively lurch forward and her mind to go blank!

Beth felt his hot animal tongue dart out and flick wetly up and down 
the smooth crevice between her softly quivering buttocks, laving at her 
tightly puckered little ring as his mistress had done shortly before! 
Again, the naked young wife commenced to sizzle within the depths of 
her insanely aroused belly and loins as Lancer began the avid licking 
of her lust-inflamed cunt and nothing else mattered!

"Wider, darling!" Vickie excitedly hissed. "Spread your legs wider! 
It'll open your pussy more for him!"

Oh God ... he was a trained wonder, all right! Beth wildly reasoned, 
inching her knees out farther apart as the German Shepherd obscenely 
lashed its searing, beastial tongue the full length of her ass-crevice 
... from the dimpled hole of her tiny rectum to her passionately 
burning pussy ... even to the very base of her belly where it flicked 
and caressed the quivering bud of her clitoris! Time and again, the 
beautiful brute repeated his earth shaking lickings, his thick animal-
tongue laving through her frenzied, down covered loins and ass-crevice 
with undeniable tutored skill, spreading her open in the most 
sensitive, secret places that only a woman could truly know!

"Oh ... oh God, Vickie ...!" the young blonde wife moaned in the 
thrilling salaciousness of her naked, animalistic position and the 
obscene act she was so eagerly taking part in. "You ... you've taught 
him well ...!"

"Do you like him, darling?" the willowy, auburn-haired beauty 
whispered, leaning down to slip a hand beneath Beth's nearest heavily 
hanging breast, cupping and fondling its soft warmth with warm 
affection. "Isn't he marvelous?"

"Ohhhh... ooooohhhhhh, yessssss ... marvelous, the gor-gorgeous brute 
...!"

"And the best is yet to come, baby! Watch! Now, Lancer! Up! Up! That's 
it, lover! Fuck her! Go ahead, Lancy! Fuck her ...!"

With that shocking command, unexpected pangs of instant terror ripped 
through Beth's sensually overwrought body! Good God, there was a limit 
to all outrages! Its tongue was one thing, but its animal cock quite 
another ...! She started to protest, intending to squirm away, but a 
fierce growl as the dog mounted her, his hard furry body crowding in 
toward her defenselessly quivering buttocks quickly changed the young 
wife's mind! His strong forelegs were clutching at the soft flesh of 
her hips as might any lust-driven man who was about to take her from 
behind!.

"Damn, Vickie! Stop him!" Beth snapped in a voice quivering with fear, 
passion, and mounting anger. "I'm not an animal yet, and ... and I 
don't intend to be fucked by one!"

Her beautiful neighbor merely laughed. "I don't believe you've much 
choice in the matter at this point darling ... and I assure you, 
nothing I could say would stop him now! He senses that beautiful heat 
of your sweet, needing pussy, baby ... but don't be frightened, and 
above all, don't put him down because he's an animal. I promise you, 
Beth darling, you haven't been fucked until Lancy slips that wonderful 
cock of his up into your steaming cunt! Just relax ... relax ... and 
look what Vickie's got for you ...!"

The frightened young blonde intended to say more! To struggle! To do 
whatever was necessary! Instead, she moaned aloud as her lissome 
neighbor's naked loveliness moved around her head, squirmed down 
beneath her kneeling body, and drew her long shapely legs back to her 
erect, firm breasts so that her pink, wetly glistening cunt was 
completely exposed right beneath Beth's face. Then, Vickie said, "If 
you want to watch, darling, we've worked around enough on the bed so 
that you can see in your vanity mirror. Look ...!"

Beth did, the power of suggestion demanding it, and she caught the 
entire reflection of their lurid orgy. The beastial sight of Lancer 
mounting the wantonly spread moons of her soft, white buttocks, plus 
that of Vickie lying nakedly on her back with her long legs raised in 
lascivious presentation of her exposed, hair-covered pink cunt ... all 
this was enough to set her right off again! Adding to that, came the 
spectacle of Lancer's glistening scarlet penis slipping forth from its 
long sheath, wet and hard, the needled end like a pointed, tapered 
candle dancing and slipping in the wet crevice of her seething pussy! 
God, it was unbelievable in size! She felt his strong, animal body 
lurch against her as he tried to invade her hotly throbbing vagina with 
the thick beveled spear of animal hardness!

"Help him, darling! You want it ... you know you do! Can't you just 
feel its long thickness racing hotly up into your excited pussy?" 
Vickie taunted while she, too, gaped at the mirror, her slender hand 
moving downward between her raised, spread thighs to slip a probing 
finger between the wet lips of her own heatedly contracting cunt. "Do 
it, baby, help him ... if you really want to cum like a cyclone!"

It was her enchanting neighbor's last, almost promising words, which 
moved Beth into blind action. With an unrestrained moan, the golden 
haired young wife shifted her lush, rounded buttocks in a searching 
effort to capture the dog's lengthening cock, the sensual tension 
raging within her mounting to an almost unbearable point. God yes, she 
wanted the long, slippery animal hardness racing hotly up into the 
inferno of her belly! To ... to cum like a cyclone! She reached back 
between her thighs, grasping the fire filled wet length, raising a 
partial growl from the huge dog as she guided its moistly pulsating tip 
to the lubricated mouth of her yearning young cunt ...! Immediately, 
the brute thrust, yanked, thrust, yanked ...! Hammering into her lust-
moistened vagina and spreading her cuntal passage open wider and wider 
as he buried his long, thick animal cock deeply up into her stretched 
pussy channel!

Vickie gaped in lustful fascination as the thick, lengthy hardness 
slithered forward with a wet, brutal hammering, until it was sunk to 
its hilt, Lancer's black, hairy balls swinging beneath the younger 
girl's golden, downish pubic hair.

"Oh damn ... damn!" Beth choked, her eyes wide but momentarily unseeing 
as the massive beast fucked into her from behind with a ravaging force 
she could only mentally compare to a machine driven piston! It was long 
seconds before she was able to regain her breath which had been knocked 
out of her by his fierce entry into the scorching, liquid core of her 
young body. But gradually, it returned, even beneath his brutal animal 
fucking, and she stared down at Vickie's several fingers moving sleekly 
in and out of her own pink, glistening cunt. "Ooohhhh ... ooohhhhhh ... 
oooohhhhh!" Beth began to chant in a new, heavenly relief, compellingly 
moving backwards in lewd bodily rhythm to meet Lancer's powerful 
strokes fucking deep into the very depths of her seething belly from 
his ass-mounting position!

Vickie Davis watched as if hypnotized, her slender fingers skillfully 
pummeling her own excited pussy while her amber eyes riveted on her 
voluptuous young neighbor's lust-contorted expression. She watched 
Beth's full, hanging breasts dancing and swaying beneath her writhing 
torso, keeping cadence with Lancer's long, thick cock skewering deeper 
and deeper into her from behind, a merciless drill of gleaming animal 
hardness sinking to its full depth in the gorgeous girl's sweet-tasting 
vagina!

Finally, when she could no longer stand the mere watching, and the 
fingering of her cunt seemed ridiculous, the lust-drenched, naked model 
entwined her fingers in Beth's long tresses, urging her slackened face 
downward to her feverishly wet loins. Immediately, she felt the young 
enraptured girl's smooth hot tongue begin to wetly kiss and lick, suck 
and nibble at the sensitive intimate flesh of her cunt. The roundness 
of Beth's wetly ovalled lips drew eagerly at Vickie's clitoris, then 
the tantalizing length of the kneeling girl's hot tongue speared up 
into the clutching sheath of her smoldering vagina to slash, swirl and 
lave! She felt her curvaceous neighbor's hot breaths coming in tight 
gasps against the sensitive inner flesh and watched her rotate her 
naked buttocks, furiously grinding them back against Lancer's big 
animal cock fucking into her greedily absorbing pussy from behind.

The lewdly erotic spectacle was more than even Vickie could bear to 
watch any longer; nor could she hold back the climax that was about to 
erupt in the volcanic depths of her belly and loins from the exquisite 
mouthing of her cunt which Beth was so ardently administering! She 
threw back her head and wailed deeply when the bubble burst to send 
waves of ultimate pleasure rocketing through her entire being, causing 
her legs to spasmodically jerk out on either side of Beth's lovely head 
nuzzled in her wetly climaxing cunt!

Almost simultaneously, Jay Robert Durke's impassioned young wife felt 
the sensational frenzied heat pressuring beyond the controllable point 
in her own nakedly screaming body! Muffled whimpers tumbled from her 
pussy-moistened lips. She raised her beautiful face and Vickie read her 
glazed, sultry eyes ... saw them grow round and wide as she cried out, 
"Oooohhhhh ... damn! Yesssss ... I'm going to cuummmm! Viiiicccckkiiii 
...! I-I-I'm cummiiiinngggg ...!"

Her voice died in a strangled choke of sob and sigh, her head twisting 
from side to side, her long blonde hair flailing as she began the first 
ecstatic spasms of orgasm, screwing her smoothly rounded buttocks back 
hard onto the wildly fucking thick animal penis with frenetic fury!

Vickie watched in the mirror as Lancer's tongue hung loosely from the 
mouth of his great head, panting and dripping its saliva onto the sleek 
tanned flesh of Beth's back while he fucked between the wantonly 
undulating buttocks from behind. Then, the young naked wife shrieked 
again, slamming her madly trembling buttocks back against the panting 
brute with a frantic jerk as Lancy thrust forward, obviously spewing 
his scalding animal sperm up into her belly with long, incessant 
spurts. Once more, she wailed brokenly, her lovely ass cheeks beginning 
to convulsively contract, while Vickie Davis watched the mirror in 
lustful anticipation to see the combination human-animal, white 
orgasmic liquid explode from the lust-swollen lips of her young 
neighbor's tightly milking cunt, which was still clasping and squeezing 
at her Lancer's long, thick cock! Thin rivulets of the white hot fluid 
ran down the full columns of her soft, satiny thighs ... and then, she 
collapsed forward, into the cradle of Vickie's cushioning loins, giving 
one last sigh of ecstatic relief.

Vickie didn't speak, only pointed to Lancer and he leaped down from the 
bed. Gently, lovingly, she ran her hand through the curvaceous young 
wife's beautiful, silken blonde hair. After minutes, she ventured in 
her soft voice, "Satisfied, darling?"

Beth sighed ... another interval passed. At last, "At the sake of being 
trite, which my husband would never forgive me for, 'heaven was never 
like that'!"

Vickie responded with her musical, quiet laugh. Then asked, "Are you 
sorry?"

Beth looked up at her and smiled. "I guess I'm never sorry, or ashamed, 
for anything I do. In that respect, I suppose I'd make a good whore, 
wouldn't I?"

"No ... no, I'm afraid you wouldn't, darling," Vickie replied, 
surprising her.

"No ...? And why not? I've got all the qualifications, haven't I ...?"

Vickie nodded, the amber eyes in her classic face sparkling. "One too 
many, as a matter of fact, darling. You'd like your work too much and 
consequently go broke!"

Beth laughed outright as she sat up! "Would you like a drink, Miss 
Davis ... in the living room? I expect that my husband is due home 
anytime now, and we might make for a better appearance out there ... if 
you know what I mean."

"Right on, Mrs. Durke. My throat is parched ...!"



Chapter 7


It was customary for Beth to crawl quietly out of bed at an early hour. 
She did this for two reasons, number one: she very much enjoyed the 
first rays of daylight, their fresh tranquillity pleasantly warming 
her; and number two: to avoid any ruttish sorties Jay might wake up 
entertaining. This morning, she had a third reason: to jot down a few 
notes of memorable experiences which were bidding to be recorded 
somewhere, somehow.

She chose the back verandah where the sun played until midmorning, a 
notebook she'd pilfered from her husband's studio, and her green bikini 
for attire. Some two hours passed in luxurious privacy as she wrote in 
a smoothly legible hand, journaling the cause, events, and results of 
these past few days in her life. They were the same mental reflections 
which had allowed her fitful sleep and stimulating dreams all through 
the night; yet, remarkably enough, she was not tired, and anything but 
upset.

In fact, Jay Robert Durke's curvaceous young wife could never recall 
feeling quite so complete, nor as femininely 'looked after'. She smiled 
to herself at the last thought. But it was true! She had never before 
known such ultimate physical contentment. Had it been Vickie, or Lancer 
... or the combination of them both? The venture with young Jerry Adams 
had excited her to no end, and there was hardly a doubt in her mind but 
what further sensual experiences were going to happen between them, 
though these, like the first, would be erotic thrills of the moment and 
probably spontaneous. Which left only the one avenue yet unexplored ... 
Stan Wilson!

She still had only to think of him, envision his handsome virility, and 
the blood began to hotly charge through her. God, though she wasn't 
sorry, she could never think of herself as lesbianistically inclined 
... and how could one categorize one's feelings towards the loving of a 
brute animal? An idolizer of beastiality? Again, Beth laughed to 
herself, making a notice of her immediate perceptions.

Somewhere in the course of her erotic escapades throughout the past 
seventy-two hours or so, she had recognized the personal sensation of 
different loves, all firing in their own right, intricate emotions of 
overwhelming pleasure that never infringed on those of their loving 
counterparts. That had truly been the secret moment of revelation, 
hadn't it ...?

"Beth ...? Hey, Baby, where are you?"

Unhurriedly, the pony tailed, blonde young mate closed her note book 
and slipped it beneath the cushion of her metal chair. "Out here, Jay 
... back verandah," she replied, glancing at her watch to see it was 
eight o'clock, time for Stan to leave for his store.

The big man scuffingly emerged through the doorway, his long greying 
hair standing on end, his bearded face like an unkempt bird's nest. He 
yawned, scratching at his protruding belly and ribs beneath the purple 
dressing gown she'd given him last Christmas.

"Damn ... I was looking for you, doll ... all over the bed," he 
announced with a grin. "Had one of those yard-arm situations that call 
for a woman's loving attention."

She thought of asking why he didn't go to the bathroom, but instead, 
said, "The mornings are too nice to waste, Jay. I just can't pass them 
up ... a holdover from the farm, I guess."

He dropped heavily into a chair and yawned again, scratching at his 
head. "Man, I drank a boatload last night. I need a pound of bacon and 
half dozen eggs to absorb it. Lots of hot coffee, too, hon." He looked 
over at her. "Was I all right when I came home?"

"You were fine, darling. I led you into the bedroom, helped you undress 
and you faded quietly away, like the Arab. Then, Vickie Davis went 
home."

He gaped at her. "What the hell, was she here?"

Beth nodded and smiled. "Don't you remember trying to kiss her, hello?"

The big man squirmed. "Hell no!" he said, combing his wild hair with 
his fingers. "Did I, honest?"

"You did, lover man."

"She wasn't sore or anything ... was she?"

"No, of course not. Any fool could see you were stoned out of your 
mind. She simply laughed, let you kiss her, then she left."

"But she wasn't uptight, or anything?" he repeated.

"No, Jay. Really. She just laughed. Lord, she knew you were high as a 
kite," Beth said with a smile, remembering the way Vickie had kissed 
her warmly on the lips and said, "Pass this on to him, if you can, 
lady."

"Shit, I didn't think I was that bad!" he said, regaining his feet. He 
walked to the doorway, then pivoted to look at her. "You're not mad, 
baby ...?"

"Mad? Of course not. Only dogs and other such animals go mad, anyway. 
You should know that, husband. You're the writer," Beth said, standing 
up from her chair and remembering her notebook. She would get it later 
...

"Yeah ... well ... maybe that's just a subterfuge. I'm really a satyr! 
You ever consider that fact?" he teased, grinning.

"Yes ... but I don't believe you're anything that a good shower won't 
cure this morning, big daddy. Remember, we've lots of work to do. 
You're already three days late ..."

"I know ... I know. Okay. Get the grub on, baby ... I'll be with you in 
a jiffy ... and ... and incidentally, this satyr loves you ..."

Beth felt it all the way from her heels, an emotion for this massive 
gentle, boisterous man which she could never, never deny! She said: "I 
love you, too, Jay Durke ... Now, get to hell in there and take a 
shower!"

*   *   *

Beth remained loyal to the typewriter throughout the morning and a good 
half of the afternoon, working in the presence of her middle-aged 
husband, and as usual, caught up in the racy theme and sequences of his 
story. She smiled to herself when sometime around three o'clock his 
machine began to slow down and she gathered that Sara Wilson had made 
one of her exhibitionist appearances. Shortly, his fingers ceased to 
move over the keys entirely and he complained of hitting a snag he'd 
have to think out. He decided he might take a little walk around the 
yard for a bit of mental exercising, to which she had merely nodded and 
gone on with her work.

Once the back door had slammed behind him, Beth waited a few more 
minutes before going to their bedroom where she could see her bearded 
mate standing beside the house near the hedge, ogling the bikini-clad 
brunette who was going through some wild positioned antics in her 
struggle with a rose bush she was evidently set on digging up and 
replanting elsewhere. It occurred to the young blonde wife as she 
watched her vivacious neighbor that the petite Sara was a sensuously 
striking girl, a fact she'd never before given much thought to. Yes ... 
yes, she was ... with all of the alluring, well balanced curves a girl 
of her dainty structure needed to be classified as lovely. And it was 
her lot in life to legitimately occupy the bed of Stan Wilson, an 
enviable position, Beth covetously mused ...

The jangle of the telephone interrupted her jealous meditation and she 
picked up the bedroom extension.

"Hello ..."

"Beth ... Mrs. Durke ...?" the unmistakable male voice stammeringly 
questioned, sending immediate little sensations of excitement rippling 
through her.

"Yes ... this is she," Beth replied, forcing calmness into her tone as 
she thought: how timely could one get?

"Stan ... Stan Wilson, Beth," he went on, his smooth voice gaining 
confidence. "I just received a shipment of sandals ... some beautiful 
styles, and ... and I thought you might like to stop by and have a look 
at them ... when you get time, or are down this way."

"Why, Stan how thoughtful of you to call me!" Beth exclaimed, her 
elation quite sincere, but the sandals had little to do with it. "I'd 
love to see them."

"Oh, we try to offer our ... ah ... special customers just a little bit 
more," he said, his rich voice taking on a meaningful inflection, 
adding to the initial flush he'd set off inside her.

"I see ... Then, you do have other special customers," the young wife 
found herself teasing. "For a moment, I thought I was in a category all 
my own ..."

"Believe me, you are, Mrs. Durke," Stan quickly answered. "You are what 
I call the preferred customer ... mine, anyway, if that makes a 
difference ... Does it?"

Beth managed her trained, light laugh. "I refuse to answer on the 
grounds that it might incriminate me, Mr. Wilson." Her brain raced. She 
added: "However, I do have to pick up some groceries a little later and 
... and I'll stop by to see what you have."

"This afternoon?"

"Yes ... in fact, I was just about to get ready," she lied, concluding 
that Jay would probably welcome her getting out of the picture for a 
bit so that he could play voyeur in peace ... perfect ... for both of 
them!

"Wonderful! I'll be watching for you!" Stan said, either unable to 
hide, or purposefully inflecting his enthusiasm in the words.

Beth preferred to believe the first viewpoint, though it hardly 
mattered a damn to her, she thought as she hung up the phone. There was 
enough imaginative heat inspiring her for the both of them ... and this 
time she wasn't about to louse it up.

*   *   *

Through the Venetian blind of his study window, Jay Durke focused and 
re-focused his field glasses to bring closer the tiny yellow bikini 
bottoms covering Sara Wilson's taut full buttocks until he could 
imagine them damned near sitting on the end of his nose! Christ, his 
cock was as hard as the hoe handle she was clutching, bent over and 
chopping at the earthed root of the rose bush! Damn, if there was ever 
a more inviting, tighter looking, compact ass anywhere, he'd sure like 
to get a look at it! For over an hour now, she'd been waggling it under 
his nose, until he just couldn't stand it another friggin' minute! He 
either had to get away from the goddamned window ... or go over there 
and make some kind of a play! But, what the hell would he say to her 
...?

Nervously, he opened a drawer of his desk, bringing out the half-filled 
bottle of bourbon he kept handy there. Removing the cap, he took a long 
pull at the raw liquor, feeling it scorch his throat as it thumped into 
his belly and spread warmly through his big frame. He'd never have a 
better opportunity, with Beth shopping. She'd be at least a couple of 
hours, time to get something going in the hopper anyway. Maybe nothing 
would come of it ... maybe he was nuts to think little Sara was a 
fireball, or that she'd be receptive to him even if she were. Hell, he 
was old enough to be her daddy, and he might bluff it a lot, but he 
knew what he looked like. Still, there was always that chance ... and 
he'd been old enough to have sired his Beth, too, but she'd flipped 
over him. What the hell, he must have something that turned the younger 
dolls on ... and what could he lose, anyway?

Again, the brawny, bewhiskered writer tilted the bottle to his lips and 
drank, drawing the back of his hand over his wet lips after and gasping 
from the burning liquid. Damnit, he was going over there! He'd tell her 
he'd come over to offer a hand! What the hell, she couldn't anymore 
than cool him ...! But he'd have to get his damned cock down to normal 
first! Couldn't walk over there looking like he was hiding a ball bat 
in his pants ...!

His mind excitedly made up, and with the bourbon hotly starching his 
confidence, Jay went into the bathroom, dropped his trousers and 
shorts, then held his thick, lengthy hardness under the cold water 
faucet until it began to wilt and return to its normal flaccidness. 
He'd just finished the process, zipped up his fly and buckled his belt 
when the telephone rang. The interruption irked him, but he answered 
it.

"Yeah ...?"

"Jay ...?" Beth's voice sang into his ear.

"Nawww ... this is the ghost of King Farouk," he answered, grinning. 
"What can I do for you, Nefertiti?"

Her laugh came warmly over the wire. "Well listen, oh King," she said, 
her voice growing enthused, "the most wonderful thing ... I just ran 
into Maggie Gardner from Chicago. Can you imagine? I was never so 
surprised in my life!"

"Maggie ... she's the redhead who worked in the office with you, isn't 
she?"

"Yes, and she's only in town for a few hours. She's catching a plane 
this evening for Hawaii ... Her father lives there, you know," his wife 
informed. "Darling, would you mind very much if I have cocktails and 
dinner with her? She's asked me to ..."

Would he mind? Christ, it couldn't fall better if he'd planned it 
himself ... providing little sweet-assed Sara was half what he figured 
her to be. "Hell no, baby! You go ahead and have yourself a good time! 
I'll be okay; don't worry about me."

"You're sure now ...?" she pressed, as if she might change her mind 
right there if he asked her to. The doll ...

"O' course, hon! Go ahead. You got enough loot on you?"

"Yes ... I've plenty."

"Good ... and say hello to old Maggie for me, won't you?"

"Yes, darling, I will. Bye bye ..."

"Bye ... and have fun, baby ..."

The big man cradled the phone, then walked to the front window. Yeah 
... she was still out there and working like a female Johnny Appleseed. 
Damn, what a hot-nuts body that chickie had! But he couldn't just stand 
there watching her titties bounce and her luscious ass-cheeks strain 
that wispy bikini bottom, or he'd have to undergo another Coldwater 
treatment. Nope!

Win, lose, or draw, he was going to chance it, and right now ...!

Jay tensely brushed a comb through his greying hair and beard, struck a 
few anticipated poses in the mirror, caught one last belt of bourbon, 
and shuffled across the street with hands thrust in hip-pockets. As he 
drew closer to the squatting, petitely feminine figure of the raven-
haired Sara Wilson digging at the bush's root, the big man realized 
that she grew even more curvaceous and sensuously lovely. He'd never 
been this near to their neighbor before, even though he'd had her 
sitting on the end of his nose with field-glasses, but in person there 
was a hell of a difference! Christ, his throat was knotting up ...!

"Oh, hello!" the dark-eyed girl exclaimed when his big shadow caught 
her eye and she looked back over her pretty naked shoulder in surprise. 
A little smile followed as she stopped what she was doing and 
straightened. She wore a pair of soiled white gloves that would've fit 
him, and with the back of one she drew it across her brow, brushing her 
long black hair away from her attractive, smiling face. "You're Mr. 
Durke from across the street ...?"

"That's right," Jay managed, trying to keep his eyes on her glowing 
face rather than the alluring dazzlement of her wispy, bikini-enhanced 
curves. "I-I've been watching you breaking your back over that bush for 
the past hour. You just don't seem to be getting anyplace with it, Mrs. 
Wilson ... or can I call you Sara?"

The big man was almost as astonished as was she at the forwardness of 
his own words. Though he'd always had plenty of brass with males, when 
it came to females, and especially gems like this one, he usually went 
tongue-tied. He thought he detected an odd expression of disapproval 
darken her vivacious face, and he wanted to rip out his tongue! Shit, 
he'd blown it already! The Goddamned booze ...!

"I-I don't see why not," she suddenly answered, her smile returning. 
"And I'll call you Jay. My husband was telling me that you and your 
wife were in his store and got to a first-name acquaintance. After all, 
we are neighbors, aren't we?"

"Yeah! That's right, we are!" Jay huskily beamed, elated with the 
unexpected consequences his boldness had brought about. "Here, let me 
have that hoe and see what I can do!"

"Oh dear ... I can't let you do that, Mr ... Jay," his vibrant young 
neighbor cooed, an almost helpless smile lighting her delicate 
features. "You know, it's my hobby. I just love flowers and gardening, 
but Stan despised it, and he made me understand when I started that I 
wasn't to call on him for any help." She made a timid little laughing 
sound which pounded the blood in Jay's veins. "That's why you always 
see me out here puttering alone ..."

"Well, you haven't been doing much puttering with this bush, girl," the 
big, bearded writer said. "I know, 'cause I've been watching you ...!"

Jesus Christ! Jay inwardly swore. The way she was looking at him, like 
a Goddamned little cuddly kitten! What the hell, he couldn't even 
answer her, and his crazy cock had just given a telltale lurch! He 
reached out and took the hoe from her gloved hands. Finally: "You just 
stand back and let old Jay root that sonofa ... that bush out o' there 
for you, honey ...!"

She said something dainty but he didn't catch it all. The bearded man 
was too gratified to bend over and hide his lengthening hardness from 
her pretty eyes. Christ, he didn't want to look like a Goddamned lecher 
to her right off the bat! Eagerly, he worked, gouging the tool into the 
earth with powerful strokes, the perspiration beading on his broad 
forehead from the liquor he'd drunk and a general lack of regular 
exercise. He thought of Beth for a fleeting moment, then of Sara's 
husband, Stan, and what he, himself, was sweating his balls off trying 
to gear toward. Several times, Sara 'ooohhhed' and 'aaahhhed', 
reminding him not to sever any roots, then praising him in the next 
breath.

"My ... you're so strong, Jay!" she exclaimed in a breathless whisper, 
as she knelt beside him closely watching. "I-I don't know how I'm ever 
going to thank you for this! You're just a darling, is all!"

For answer, the perspiration-soaked author worked harder, completely 
out of his element and loving it! Hell, he was making points and he 
knew that for sure! But he hardly dared look at her, the way she was 
kneeling beside him on all-fours! Goddamn, he could nearly see the very 
nipples on her firm, lush tits ... could see them embossing the flimsy 
material in tiny, hardened buds! Christ, if only he could know what she 
was thinking!

Sara could actually smell the masculine aroma of his powerful body from 
the toiling strain of his efforts! Her young, soft belly responsively 
quivered from the heady stimulant she had not really known since 
accompanying her football-coach father into the team's empty locker-
room at night all those years ago! No, that wasn't exactly true! Jeff, 
the boy she had almost married before Stan ... after a tennis match 
...! God, how she'd always wanted to make love to him then! He had been 
big like this man, Jay Durke was big, never the prim and proper Adonis 
type such as Stan, but barrel-chested and hairy, a brute man, every 
inch of him ... like her daddy!

Ooohhh ... it was happening to her again! The hunger that Stan could 
never satisfy ... or would never permit that she sate! Again? Lord, had 
it ever left her since Jeff? Her Jeff ... long dead in Vietnam ...! Why 
else had she taken to exhibiting herself in the front yard of the 
beautiful home Stan had given her ... except to entice this beast of a 
man who wrote naughty books and was the replica of the male image 
forever haunting her most secret thoughts and desires? God, he could be 
her daddy, himself!

Oh, she was a fool! What could come of it except a deeper longing? Stan 
would be closing soon and coming home. And there was always Vickie 
Davis right across the way who seldom missed much ... and who was very 
jealous. She certainly couldn't afford to have Vickie get down on her 
... or Lancer! If it hadn't been for those two beautiful creatures, she 
would have probably ran off in the night babbling insanely while she 
... she fingered herself ...!

"Oh, shit!" Jay hoarsely blurted, half straightening and shaking his 
big hand. Blood spattered from his fore-finger and palm as he realized 
his vulgarity and stammered, "I-I'm sorry, Sara. Mistake ..."

"What happened, Jay?" she concernedly asked getting to her feet to 
grasp his hand and look at it.

"Oh, I ripped it on some thorns is all," he shied as she took his big 
hand in her two small ones. "But I got the damned thing loose. All we 
have to do now is move it wherever you want ..."

"That can wait until another time," she said, gently tugging a small 
thorn from his hefty palm. "This is nasty looking. Come into the house 
and I'll doctor it up for you ..."

"Nawww, that ain't necessary, Sara," he replied with a grin. "It's 
nothing ..."

"Maybe not, but these rose bush gashes can be very sore. Come on now, I 
insist!" the petite, raven-haired beauty pressed, the holding of his 
huge hand sending further sensations of tingling excitement soaring 
through her young body.

"Well ... all right ... if you insist. But it's silly. Only a few 
scratches ..."

"I know, dear, but it's the least I can do after the way you've helped 
me this afternoon ..."

Dear! Holy hot-box! That's what she'd said! Dear! Goddamn! And she was 
still holding onto his hand, leading him into the house ... and what a 
house! Man, that Wilson bastard had some loot! This was luxury ...!

"Only a few kid scratches," he mumbled as she led him through into a 
hallway and finally the most splendid bedroom he'd ever seen. Damn, 
he'd been writing about these pads from the beginning, but this was the 
first one he'd really ever laid eyes on! And the Goddamned bathroom 
...! It was as big as Beth and his living room for Chrissake ...!

"Now, let's wash it off good, dear ..."

Crap, there it was again! Dear! And she was rubbing right up against 
him while she rummaged in the medicine cabinet! Damn, her curvaceous 
young body was like a tinder-box ... and his stupid cock was getting as 
hard as a piling! "Look, Sara, this isn't necessary ... just a little 
scratch ..."

"You be quiet, you big doll!" she softly replied, closing the cabinet 
door and smiling at him in the mirror. "I'm going to fix this hand if I 
have to take you down and sit on you! Understand?"

He could only gape at her, skyrocketing emotions ripping back and forth 
through his big frame. Big doll! And the way she was looking, smiling 
at him! Something was going to happen between them! It was for friggin' 
sure, because he couldn't hold himself back, and she didn't look as if 
she wanted him to ...!

"Damn, Sara ...!" he choked, gaping down at her vibrant liveliness, 
almost naked and childlike next to him, yet the voluptuousness of her 
mature young body firing his brain with the truth!

Jay hardly knew what he did as he swept an arm around her, lifting her 
from the floor as if she were weightless, her softly curved body 
burning into his as he held her there and kissed her full on her 
receptive mouth! He sensed her arms wrapping around his neck, her 
luscious, vibrant body clinging passionately to him when he rammed his 
hot, thick tongue into her tiny mouth like a raping snake!

"Oh ... oh, Jay ...!" she hotly hissed into his face when they broke 
and he still held her. "I-I needed that, darling! Honest to God ... I 
really needed it!"

He let her down easy, his breathing rasping from his lungs like a 
bellows. "I ... I got carried off there, Sara ... baby! Goddamn! You're 
something else ..."

"Oh please? Don't be sorry! I don't want you to be sorry, Jay darling!" 
she partially whimpered.

The big writer's head reeled! He had to keep hold of himself! He looked 
at his watch! "Listen ... Stan will be closin' and coming home! It's 
after six! I better get out of here ...!"

"What about your wife, Beth?" she put to him.

"Oh, she's out tonight. No problem there, but we don't want to get you 
in the bag ..."

"Here, let me put some of this iodine on those scratches," the raven-
haired young wife said as he released her and she swabbed the tincture 
over the bloodied gashes. "It'll only burn for a minute." She finished 
and looked up at him. "Thank you for everything, darling Jay."

"I-I can't believe it yet!" he blurted.

She stretched up on tiny tip-toes and kissed him. "You remind me of my 
Daddy ... and I loved him! You smell like a man, and I love that! I-I 
only wish ..."

"What?"

"Wasn't that the phone ...?" he started to say, but then, it rang 
again. He released her and she went into the bedroom to pick up the 
decorously tinted unit, while he followed slowly to wait.

"Yes ...? Oh. Stan ...? You won't? Well, that's all right, darling. Yes 
... Yesss, I understand," she said, looking toward the big man waiting, 
her eyes wildly lighting. "And you don't think you'll be home until 
when ...? Maybe two ...? Lord, he must be an important representative." 
She laughed as Jay listened. "No, of course not. That's fine. Okay, 
darling ... see you in the morning sometime. Yes ... yes ... bye ...!"

Jay hadn't moved. He filled the doorway of the bath, watching this 
enticing, young near-naked creature who had kissed him eagerly, knowing 
his painfully throbbing cock was thumping like a fire-hose and not 
giving a damn. He saw his neighbor delicately recradle the telephone 
and slowly turn to face him with a smile. Finally, she said:

"It seems that you and I are without spouses tonight, darling man. Mine 
just informed me that he would be tied up until the wee hours." Slowly, 
sensually, she walked toward him. "And I just happen to have two 
magnificent steaks in the refrigerator. If you would make the martinis, 
I'll cook the steaks ... and later, well, who knows what, later ...!"



Chapter 8


Stan Wilson was even more handsome by candle-light, Beth ardently 
reflected as she studied his dark-eyed face expectantly smiling at her 
across the table. His strong, masculine hand rested caressingly over 
hers on the white linen of the tablecloth, its virile warmth 
telegraphing little shivers of anticipated delight along her spine.

They sipped martinis and spoke in low tones, spoke in near-whispers of 
suggestive moments to come, until the thought of the way she had 
deceived Jay with the Maggie Gardner story no longer troubled her. 
After all, husbands had been using the old appointment ruse for years 
on their helplessly gullible wives ... just as Stan had done to Sara 
this very night. And there was little doubt in her mind but what Jay 
would resort to it too if he had reason. She had merely beat him to the 
draw ... and she wasn't going to think any more about it! Nothing was 
about to spoil this beautiful night ... though, she wished she had 
dressed a little more femininely enticing for him. But how could she 
have known the way things were going to turn out?

She'd chosen the slack suit purposely, remembering what had happened 
the first time she'd gone into his store. That they would eventually 
wind up in the little backroom again, the young blonde wife had 
accurately surmised, but she'd had no intentions of losing her head and 
letting him make love to her there. The first time, it might've 
happened had Jay not been on hand, but on this occasion she couldn't 
let it. She wanted it to be on a plain of its own, not cheap and 
tawdry, even though she intended it would never go beyond an exciting 
affair. And it was progressing as enchantedly as she'd hoped ... the 
cocktails, then dinner, and finally, the agreed motel for a few 
impassioned hours.

God, in the store, his hot kisses had been searing embraces of lustful 
desire, his big warm hands eagerly smoothing over her tremulous curves. 
"Damn!" he'd hoarsely whispered, "Why aren't you dressed the way you 
were the first time ...?" She'd laughed teasingly into his face. "I'm 
no chippy, darling. If you really want me, we do it genteelly ... not 
like something out of one of my husband's rank books ..."

And here they sat, each excitedly gazing at the other, the heat of 
their building passion being transmitted to one another tactilely, 
visually, and in the suggestive soft tones of their voices. God, it 
was! ... it was going to be heavenly ...!

"Are you getting hungry, darling?" he questioned, glancing at his 
watch, then swallowing from his martini. "Don't misunderstand ... I'm 
not trying to rush it, but I don't know how much longer I can stand the 
waiting without climbing right over this table!"

Beth tittered, pleased, as he firmly pressured her hand. She supposed 
that she was actually tormenting him with all of these preliminaries, 
but no more so than she was herself, and she wanted them both to savor 
the utmost from this first matchless time. However, his tongue was 
getting a bit thick from the martinis, and she certainly didn't want 
him drunk. She could get enough of that at home!

"Well, I'm not too hungry, but I'll make a good try at a lobster," she 
said, picking up the menu the waiter had left with them.

"I'm hungry enough ... but not for food, baby!" he said, a touch of 
stimulating lewdness in his voice, his dark eyes gleaming.

"Never on an empty stomach, lover," Beth cutely advised. "You'll need 
all of your stamina, I'm thinking."

"Darn!" he hissed. "You're warping my insides, you beautiful doll! 
Okay, lobsters it'll be ... but let's not linger over them! Another 
hour like the last one and they'll have to tie me into this chair!"

"All right, tiger," Beth replied, affectionately squeezing his hand, "I 
get the message ... and I love it! Let's just do the unconventional 
thing?"

"What's that ...?"

"Eat and run, darling. I-I can't wait any longer, either ...!"

*   *   *

Jay Durke was fumbling behind Stan Wilson's plush little bar like a 
clumsy gorilla in a mental fog. He still couldn't really believe the 
way events had smoothly shaped the promising evening before him! 
Christ, that's what the luscious little doll had said, "... And later 
... well, who knows what, later ...!" Shit, she'd said it all right, 
"You make the martinis and I'll cook the steaks ..." Goddamn ... 
kissing him the way she had ... he could almost cum just thinking about 
it.

Now, she was in there 'slipping into something comfy and cozy for him'! 
Yeah, she'd said that, too, before kissing him on the end of the nose 
and dancing like an imp down the hall ...!

"How're those martinis coming, Daddy?" her girlish voice sang out to 
him. "Dolly's getting thirsty ...!"

"Ready when you are!" he called back in his raucous voice, pouring two 
into the glasses he had iced.

"Good, why don't you bring me one like a sweet daddy?" she suggested. 
Then, in a more sensuous voice: "And bring yours, darling ... along 
with the pitcher. We can drink them in here ..."

The brawny, philandering husband tightly swallowed. Something in her 
tone had set off sparks in his already throbbing groin. Christ, he 
thought, his Goddamned cock was so hard it might rip the front of his 
pants right out! Bring yours ... we can drink them in here ... right in 
her friggin' bedroom! Oh shit ... he ought to think of Beth if nothing 
else! She loved him, poor kid, and here he was on the verge of scoring 
with their sexy little neighbor ... no Goddamned scruples at all, 
that's what! But it wasn't too late! He could get the hell out of 
there, pronto ...!

"Are you coming, Jay ...?" Sara's urgent, soft tones reached him. "I'm 
waiting ..."

Once more, Jay gulped the knot from his throat. "Yeah, be right there, 
doll," he managed, emptying both cocktail glasses one after the other 
into his belly, then refilling them. He picked up the tray, took a deep 
breath and headed for her bedroom.

When he reached the doorway the big, middle-aged husband nearly dropped 
his delicately balanced burden, catching himself at the last second to 
merely spill some of the glasses' stimulating contents. He gaped at her 
in utter disbelief! If he was numbed before, he was absolutely whacked 
at what he saw lying on the bed before him!

Jumping Christ! She was naked ... Not a friggin' stitch! ... Totally 
stripped and smiling invitingly at him as she lay there on the yellow 
satiny coverlet, her voluptuous, young tanned body milky white in the 
areas her bikini had covered! Her shapely legs were slightly spread, 
the round fullness of her thighs opened to reveal the dark, silken 
curls shading the puffy little mound of her pussy! Christ, he could 
even see the moistened pink flesh of her cuntal crevice between the 
swelling, hair-lined lips! And ... and her lush, firm breasts with 
their hardened, rubyish nipples standing erect like ripened cherries 
...!

"Goddamn ...!" Jay gapingly swore, his bugging eyes beginning to burn 
from the strain he was putting on them.

"D-Do I shock you, darling?" the young wife in her delicate, girlish 
loveliness softly questioned, her vivacious smile giving way to a look 
of sudden anxiety. "T-That ... that isn't what I intended to do ..."

"No! H-Hell no!" Jay lied, his voice cracking as he continued to fill 
the doorway with the tray trembling like an earthquake in his hands, 
his long, thick length of iron-hardness rearing in his pants like a 
wild mustang. "I ... Christ ... you're beautiful, baby!"

He saw her sigh almost in relief, her excited smile returning. She 
lifted her head from the pillow where her long raven hair formed an 
apron of glistening splendor, an unmistakable gleam of sensuality 
glinting in her dark eyes. Christ, she was looking right at his swollen 
rod of jerking cock-flesh!

"Oh God!" she huskily whispered. "I couldn't ... can't wait any longer, 
daddy! Please ...? I've got to see it! Put that tray down and come 
here! Hurry ...!"

Jay felt as if he were moving like a robot! He couldn't help it! He'd 
never been so Goddamned jarred in his whole life, and he'd been around 
a bit in his forty-six years! Shit, it was just like something out of 
one of his own novels! Was he dreaming it ...? His lust-filled eyes 
played greedily over her full, feminine contours, charges of seething 
heat burning through him! He set down the tray on her vanity, 
automatically moving toward the bed. Fuck, it was no dream! It was as 
real as his hurtfully imprisoned cock, which she reached out to grasp 
when he was close enough!

"Oh God!" she gasped, clutching its thick, sinewy hardness in her small 
hand, tracing the length of it as he lurched and grunted to the 
electrifying pressure. "Please ... don't make me wait? Get naked for 
me, darling! Hurry ...!" she pleaded, her rounded, ivory-sheened hips 
beginning to undulate in a lurid little motion all their own.

Shit! He was going to blow his mind! He knew it, but he didn't give a 
Goddamn! He'd been right all the time! She was a fireball ... wild ... 
and that poor slob Wilson wasn't man enough to handle her! Frantically, 
the big, bearded writer tore at his clothing while she watched with an 
expression of licentious fascination! Then, when he was down to his 
shorts, she raised up, leaning forward on an elbow, her young dark eyes 
fixed hungrily on his heavy loins as he made the unveiling ...!

"Oh God, Jay ... Jay ... Jay darling!" she exclaimed with a breathless 
awe at the long, thick hardness of his huge cock spearing out from the 
hairy mass between his strong thighs! He proudly watched her staring at 
the throbbing, blood-inflated head, her little pink tongue passionately 
tracing her bowed lip-line. "I-It's the biggest, most beautiful one I-
I've ever seen, daddy! B-Bring it here closer to me!" she hissed, 
moving to the edge of the bed to reach out and grasp the hot, thrusting 
length in its exposed nakedness ...!

"Sonofabitch ..." the straying, barrel-chested husband gutturally 
blurted, feeling an inevitable spasm of lustful sensation rack his 
powerful body as his curvaceously naked young neighbor gently hefted 
his heavy cock with the palm of her warm, soft little hand! Slowly, she 
encircled her slender fingers around it while he stared with 
incredulous fascination as she avidly began to work its heavy foreskin 
back and forth, her other hand moving between his thick, hairy thighs 
to tenderly cup his balls! He lurched obscenely forward in 
uncontrollable reflex movement, his sudden reaction causing the 
foreskin to peel back and reveal the wet, smooth glans in it's rich, 
purple nakedness before her!

Tiny drops of secreting fluid appeared at its miniature slit and he 
heard her sudden intake of breath. "I love it, daddy ... love it!" she 
gasped, leaning closer, her tiny pink tongue darting out to lick away 
the pungent drops and rocket additional sensations of shattering lust 
through him! He would have sworn, but he couldn't ... couldn't even 
breathe with the hot, wild contact of her searing little tongue with 
the sensitive knob of his cock! Then, she drew it gently toward her, 
opening her softly moistened lips, pulling it slowly but continuously 
into her feverish little mouth, her wet tongue beginning a spine-
tingling, swirl as she kept sucking it in ... in ... in, until a good 
third of it disappeared between her warm, softly ovalled lips.

Finally, Jay choked out, "Mother fuck! I can't stand much of that, 
baby! I'll blow my nuts all over the Goddamned room!"

His sudden lewd outburst of foul words was like a detonator reacting 
inside Sara's young impassioned belly and loins! Yes ... yes! He was 
Jeff and daddy all over again! Abruptly, she sucked off the end of his 
huge cock and backed down onto the bed on her knees. She knew that her 
eyes were like a pair of lust-fired coals as she flashed them upward at 
him.

"Come down here onto the bed, my big cuddly daddy!" she sensually 
whispered. "I'm going to suck that big cock of yours until it squirts 
its last drop of jism down my throat! Then you can lick my cunt, or 
fuck me anyway that you want!" she obscenely hissed at him.

"And all the time I'm sucking it, I want you to say the dirtiest things 
you can imagine to me! That's what I love ... to be called bitch and 
whore and be fucked in the mouth by a brute of a man ... like my own 
daddy was ... not some Goddamned feeble-cocked prude such as my 
handsome, Greek-god husband! Do you hear? I mean it, Jay Durke! If 
you're half the man you look to be, then prove it to me! Come down here 
while I suck you dry ...!"

Bells rang and cymbals clanged in Beth Durke's staggering husband's 
shocked, if goatish brain! He could only gape at the voluptuous, naked 
imp on the bed who sat poised on her haunches like some preying, 
vampirish little witch who fed on cocks! And then, he found himself 
sprawled out on his back with her impatiently crawling between his legs 
to encircle both little hands around his upthrusting hardness, as if 
she were about to lift it to her navel, like a flag staff and march in 
a parade!

He watched with raised head, his eyes like wet marbles protruding from 
their sockets at the sensual sight of her girlish nakedness bent in 
obscene craving over his vulnerable cock ...!

"Tell me to, Jay darling!" he heard her plea. "Make me do it ... like 
daddy and Jeff used to! I-I know you understand ... you're a writer! Do 
it, lover! Make me!"

He tried to, but nothing intelligible would emerge from the knotted 
sleeve of his throat! Fuck! She'd sucked her own father! Maybe Jeff was 
her brother ...! Christ ... he was going all flabby inside, and he 
damned well knew that the blood was going to drain from his cock like 
someone had opened a secret petcock! Beth ... where the hell was Beth 
...?

"Suck his cock, you whore-bitch! Lick it! Suck it, Goddamn you!" the 
auburn-haired girl striding through the open doorway, ordered! "Do it 
you filthy little cunt! Suck the cum from his balls!" she venomously 
added, slapping the kneeling Sara harshly across her full, naked 
buttocks as Jay stared, watching in flabbergasted amazement the 
intrusion of Vickie Davis, her German Shepherd not two steps behind 
her!

The total astonishment which had filled the errant husband time and 
again since he'd crossed the road to dig out a rose bush had yet to 
reach the point it did at the moment! He saw and felt Sara Wilson's 
lush, wet lips slip down over the head of his near-spineless cock, the 
sensual feel of her lashing, hot tongue as she sucked it deep up into 
her mouth, reflexively triggering the rush of re-swelling blood into 
its thickened length!

"It's all right, Jay? Don't get shook," the striking model said with a 
little smile as she began to unbutton her blouse. "We're all friends 
... and cock-sucking is Sara doll's thing! Mine's getting my pussy 
licked by male or female ... as you'll shortly see! Now, tell her! 
She's waiting to hear it from you! Go on, tell her ...!"

The big, naked writer dragged his eyes away from the stripping, auburn-
haired beauty to the hunched down, delectable young wife slaving over 
his loins, his huge cock stuffing her hotly sucking mouth. Her long 
raven hair tickled his belly and thighs, and he sensed her hands 
eagerly cupping and milking his cum-bloated balls as she pulled at the 
very guts of him! Shit he'd opened up some forbidden can of worms that 
no one in the whole world would ever believe! These things didn't 
really happen ... only in his books, and they were never meant to be 
for real! Christ, she was going to suck his pulverized balls right out 
of him! Oh ... ooohhh ...!

"Suck it, you little cunt-whore!" he suddenly heard himself spit down 
at her as Vickie slipped off her panties! "Suck my cock, damn you, 'til 
I flood your fucking belly with my load of cum!"

*   *   *

Beth was fit to be tied!

The waiter had been kind enough to help navigate him from the dining 
room. Of course, it'd been the wine on top of the martinis, though he 
insisted the lobster was bad.

"I suggest you take a cab, M'am," the waiter said, after leaning him 
against his Continental. "He really shouldn't drive in this condition."

"Oh, that won't be necessary. There's one right over there," the waiter 
said with a little smile. "You go ahead and I'll help him ..."

Go ahead! God, she'd love to spit right in his eye! Big man with his 
wine, and she'd known he shouldn't drink it! She'd even passed up most 
of her own last martini and he'd had to consume that. "Can't let good 
booze go to waste, doll!"

Shit, too! He'd totally washed out their entire, beautifully planned 
evening! Three ... or was it four martinis and a split of wine? God, 
Jay would've wiped that away like a blotter! She couldn't help think of 
her massive, warm-souled husband as she climbed into the cab beside 
Stan Wilson's spaghettied frame. The handsome man lay his soused head 
over onto her shoulder as she directed the driver.

"I-I'm sorry, Beth," he managed with thickened tongue. "The Goddamned 
lobster ... that's what did it ... never able to eat that crap ..."

She didn't bother to answer him. Instead, she stared out the window 
watching the fleeting lights and thinking of Jay. He'd probably be 
sleeping ... but even if he was, she intended to awaken him. God, he 
was beautiful ... all man ... maybe not in looks ... or was he? Had she 
sold him short? She'd never really told him what she wanted from their 
lovemaking ... what she expected, nor truly given herself to it, had 
she? Being the accommodating young wife and taking, never giving, had 
been her only thought!

Selfish ... God yes, selfish ...!

"Look ... I'm sorry, baby," Stan said, lifting his head and making an 
effort toward shaking his booze coma. "It ... it's not too late! Let's 
tell this cabbie to swing around and take us back to the restaurant. I 
... I can pick up my car ... and we'll go on to the motel ...!"

"No, Stan ... not tonight ... not now," she firmly answered.

"Why the hell not?"

"Maybe ... it wasn't supposed to be that way in the first place."

"Oh shit. Don't talk silly! What're you doing, gettin' religion on me?"

"I'm not getting anything. I just want to go home now!" Beth replied, 
firm and determined.

"You mean ... that's the end for us, don't you?" he pressed, his 
soberness surprising her.

"Honest ... I don't really know, Stan" she softly answered. "I wanted 
it to happen tonight. It ... It didn't ... and anyway, we're home ...!"

She started to rummage into her purse, but he handed the driver a bill. 
She climbed out, him following, and the cab drove off. They stood in 
front of his house. He staggered slightly and she caught hold of his 
arm.

"I'm drunk ... okay ... but not that bad, baby," he said, patting her 
on the cheek.

"I'll walk you to the door. It's late ... no one will see."

"And kiss me goodnight? ... like a good little girl who sees her 
drunken lover home?"

"Don't be ornery!"

"I'm not ornery, I'm horny!" he said, laughing.

"Shhhhh ... come on ... up to the door."

"You ... you hate me, don't you, Beth baby?" he half-whispered.

"No ... No, I don't. But I wish I did," she said, guiding him up on the 
step before his front door. He fished for his key and she waited, took 
it from him and inserted it into the lock. "Now, I'm going to run 
before Sara wakes up and catches me, the naughty woman ...!"

"Sara! Dear, sweet little Sara ... the perverted bitch!" he bitterly 
exclaimed. "Yeah run before demure Sara sees you ..."

Beth didn't, but instead, partially froze there, his words and the 
unhideable feeling behind them pricking at her feminine curiosity. She 
started to speak, but the sound of a barking dog beyond the door 
stopped her ...! She looked at Stan, who was suddenly returning the 
expression.

"Th-That was a dog, for Chrissake!" he said. "I-In my house ... which 
could only mean one thing ...!"

The bark came again and Beth stepped back as Stan Wilson clutched at 
the key, twisting it and throwing open the door! He looked at her then. 
"Come on!" he said. "Come with me! I want you to see this! Vickie Davis 
and that fucking Lancer are here again ... and this is the sum total of 
my sex-life!"

He caught her roughly by the hand, but if he hadn't, Beth would've 
followed him anyway ... especially after the night before! Through the 
darkened living room they plodded toward the hallway where the light 
streamed out from one room! And then, they stood side by side in the 
open doorway ...!



Chapter 9


Neither Beth Durke nor Stan Wilson were prepared for the orgiastic 
spectacle they beheld taking place on the king-sized bed before them. 
While both had formed quick and separate lewd opinions from the moment 
they'd heard Lancer's bark, they were limited to include only images 
each was familiar with from experience. In Stan's liquor-glazed mind, 
he visualized the powerful German Shepherd mounting one of the naked 
girls from behind while she buried her lapping mouth in the other's 
gaping pussy, a nauseating spectacle he'd seen and tried to be a part 
of too many times! Beth, too, shared that lurid, mental vision, after 
what Stan had said as they entered about Vickie and Lancer being there 
could mean only one thing ... and calling demure little Sara a 
perverted bitch! But in the blonde young wife's racing mind there was a 
certain twinge of jealousy rather than nausea ... and then, utter shock 
...!

"Oh my God!" she gasped, her hand flashing to her mouth, her wide 
green-eyes expanding even more as she recognized the naked, hairy 
brute-frame of her middle-aged husband flat on his back beneath the two 
obscenely working females straining nakedly over him!

Stan sagged against the door-frame, his mouth hanging open, muttering 
something Beth couldn't understand had she wanted to! She staggered 
from the impact of the sordid scene, slumping for a moment against her 
drunken companion, her eyes riveted on the lustful sight of the 
petitely curved Sara on all fours between her Jay's spread legs. Stan's 
young wife was holding Jay's big hardened penis at its thick base as 
she ravenously sucked it with a lewd, slobbering up-and-down bobbing of 
her head, while the huge Lancer had mounted her from behind and was 
fucking into her wet, pink pussy like a pile-driving machine! To 
complete the obscene orgy, Vickie Davis' willowy white nakedness was 
straddling Jay's bearded face, her sensually taut thighs wide-spread as 
were her rounded full buttocks which faced the door. The astounded, 
suddenly jealous Beth could see her husband's bearded chin between 
those firm white thighs and buttocks as he mouthed the naked model's 
moistly opened cunt with obvious relish ... just as she, herself, had 
done the night before!

"Good Christ!" Stan thickly swore. "Look at that bitch suck his cock 
... like a goddamned wanton slut! Suck! Suck! Suck! That's all she ever 
wants to do ... cocks or cunts, it makes no difference to sweet little 
Sara! And that fucking dog ... the bastard's reamed her out so that my 
poor cock gets lost in her flabby cunt!"

The drunken, lustful, four-letter words spewing from Stan's almost 
sobbing mouth, added to the incredible obscene show wildly taking place 
before them, had an immediate undeniable effect on Beth. While pangs of 
angered jealousy dug bitterly at her, heated arousal began to re-glow 
in the core of her young body, unsatiated arousal which had grown more 
intense as the evening had moved toward that ultimate moment her 
gallant escort had managed to completely louse up. Jealous though she 
was, there wasn't a damned thing she could say or do and she knew it! 
She'd underrated her big, lovable darling all right, and now she was 
getting a taste from the other side of the fence! She didn't like it 
... not one stinking little bit, but she'd be damned if she was going 
to let her pair of lustful, female neighbors outdo her!

None of the three naked performers were aware that they had an audience 
watching their salacious circus, Beth realized. Not even Lancer had 
detected their presence, and it was no wonder, the way he was mountedly 
clinging to Sara's beautifully upthrusted hips and hammering his long, 
thick animal-cock up between her widespread thighs and buttocks! All of 
them were too involved in their lewd sucking and lapping, filling the 
bedroom with lust-fired, carnal sounds that would drown a brass-band 
...!

"Suck it, you little bitch!" Beth heard Vicki Davis snap back at the 
slaving Sara, half-turning her auburn head as she said it. "Suck it 
harder, damn you! Draw the hot cum up out of those big wonderful 
balls!"

The gaping young Beth's breathing caught in her throat and hotly 
tingling sensations raced through her soft belly at the willowy model's 
dominating, lurid command. She sensed the seeping moisture dampening 
the narrow strip of her own nylon panties hugging her swelling, wetly 
flushed pussy-lips, and she shivered against Stan who had slipped his 
arm around her waist and was suddenly fondling one vibrant breast! To 
her amazement, Sara began to work harder, trying desperately to take 
more and more of Jay's huge, hardened cock into her grotesquely sucking 
mouth! Good God, it had to be reaching her throat!

"That's what she likes ... has to have! Somebody to treat her like a 
goddamned cunt-slave!" Stan hissed. "And I just can't do it ... I can't 
...!"

"Ohhh, you sweet man!" Vickie cooed down at Jay. "That's the way, 
Darling! Eat me! Lick way up inside my cunt! Ooohhh ... I'm going to 
come unglued ... any minute ... any second! Don't stop, Lover! Lick it 
... tongue it deep ...!"

Damn, why hadn't she ever sucked him? Beth enviously berated herself, 
fired passion seethingly spreading through her. Or begged him to lick 
her pussy? She'd always wanted it that way! And he wasn't any damned 
rabbit now, the way he was staying right with the both of them! Why was 
he such a quick-cum artist with her? She'd failed him, that's why ... 
had never even tried to bring the powerful man he was out in him! No 
wonder he resorted so heavily to the goddamned booze! She'd belittled 
him and he knew it, if only in his subconscious ...!

"Goddamn, what're we doing standing here like a couple of voyeuristic 
cummies?!" Stan blurted, squeezing her ripely heaving breast, then 
kissing her. "Let's go into the other bedroom and fuck!"

"Oohhh ... I'd love to, darling ... only not in the other bedroom! 
Right in here on that bed beside them!" Beth hissed, dropping her hand 
to find and caress his swollen rod of hardness, an expression of 
wonderment slowly creeping over her impassioned face.

"You mean, you want to join them ...?" he questioned in disbelief. 
"Christ ... don't you want some privacy ...?"

"For what? We're all neighbors, aren't we?" the blonde-haired beauty 
tossed at him, moving into the room and abruptly pulling the sweater of 
her slack ensemble over her head. She smiled. "If you want to fuck me, 
Stan Wilson, you do it in front of my husband, not behind his back! 
There's already been too much of that, and there'll be no more as far 
as this girl is concerned ...!"

"Holy Christ almighty!" Beth heard Jay's raucous voice suddenly 
exclaim.

She swung around to see her massive, hairy bodied husband lift Vickie 
bodily off of him and sit upright in the bed, while Sara continued to 
suck his huge cock and Lancer fucked into her from behind. Beth almost 
laughed outright, the spectacle they made bordering on something 
obscenely slapstick. Instead, she gave him the warmest smile possible, 
as Vickie, beside him, began to finger her own pussy with frenzied 
abandon.

"Hello, darling!" the smiling young wife greeted, removing her 
brassiere to expose her proudly upthrust breasts, and then unzipping 
her slacks. "Would you mind too much if we joined you?"

"Sonofabitch!" Jay blurted, the guilty look in his eyes and on his 
pussy-moistened lips and beard giving him the appearance of an 
overgrown bad-boy caught stealing fruit. "You were supposed to be 
having dinner with ... with what's her name ...?"

Beth did laugh then. "I lied to you, husband ... and I'm sorry. But 
I'll make that up to you ... I promise! And I'll never lie to you 
again!" she added, slipping her brief panties down her long legs to 
reveal her curvaceous beauty in all its splendid nakedness. "Besides, I 
love you, and I'm going to prove that, too, before this night's over!"

"Oh shit!" Jay rasped, staring at his beautiful, young naked wife in 
confused awe. "What're you going to do ...?"

"Let this handsome man fuck me first, if he ever gets his clothes off," 
she calmly replied, standing beside the bed with spread, long shapely 
legs, her small hands on her full, curved hips. "Then, I'm not sure, 
darling! Maybe, I'll nudge Sara off that wonderful, big cock of yours 
and show you how it really should be sucked!"

"Goddamn ...!" Jay cursed, suddenly looking down at the raven-haired 
girl who had never ceased her naked efforts of sucking him since his 
wife had unexpectedly entered the room. He truly felt like a lousy 
petty thief caught cold with the goods as he gaped at her bobbing head, 
and then beyond to the brute mutt whose dangling tongue was dropping 
its animal saliva over her naked back while he ferally fucked into her 
from behind! Christ, he didn't know but what he felt sorrier for him 
than anything! This little witch he'd been hungrily watching all these 
weeks and months was too much of a weirdo, even for him! Though, she 
could really suck cock and that was for sure ...!

"Ooohhh ... aaahhhhhhhh!" Vickie Davis began to chant as she fingered 
herself beside him! "I-I'm cumniiinnggg ...! Ooohhh ... kiss me, Jay 
... hurry ...!"

He glanced up at Beth.

"Do it, lover! Kiss her ... love her! She's cumming!" Beth exclaimed. 
"Hurry ...!"

He did as his young blonde wife watched in her excited nakedness, his 
big hand completely covering and clutching one of Vickie's full 
breasts, kneading it while the willowy model pummeled her wetly 
convulsing pussy with her finger, her flat belly contracting with 
visible muscular spasms.

Beth crawled onto the bed beside them and lay back, focusing her eyes 
on the V-shaped, masculine figure of handsome nakedness approaching 
her! She let her eager eyes slowly rake down over him, until they came 
to and fastened on the lust-swollen length of his hardened cock 
standing out from the skimpy hair of his lean loins! She raised her 
head to take a second look before she was satisfied that she wasn't 
mistaken! My God ... it was smaller than Jerry Adam's! And his balls 
... they reminded her of a pubescent child's, not much bigger than a 
walnut ...!

"Jumpin' shit!" Jay suddenly roared beside her. "I-It's time, Sara 
baby! Suck it! Harder you whore-bitch! I'm going to cuummmmm! Oh 
Christ! Here ... now ... it's cuummiinnggg ...!" he howled, while she 
began to mewl and frantically massage his huge balls!

Beth had to sit upright and watch, holding her hand out to stay Stan as 
his wife slaved demonishly on Jay's huge cock. Lancer whimpered, too, 
the three of them wildly gyrating in the throes of their obvious 
orgasms! Burning sensations of lust charged through Beth at the 
covetous sight of Sara beginning to swallow with increasing rapidity 
the squirting, hot sperm from Jay's pumping cock, while the powerful 
Lancer jetted his scalding animal-semen into the depths of the raven-
haired young wife's vaginal belly!

"Oh ... ooohhh God!" Beth lustfully hissed, reaching out to encircle 
her small hand around Stan's thrusting length of hardness as she 
watched. The feel of its hot, juvenile length and thickness brought 
back the reality of her own contemplated act, and she flashed her eyes 
onto it! God, it would never, never do! And Jay was done! Ooohhh ... 
she'd had the world of love by the tail and never knew it! But she knew 
it now, she thought, as she began to work Stan's foreskin back and 
forth over his small cock. What was it she'd wondered ...? Just how big 
and enduring was it ... that unknown quantity he had to be superbly 
endowed with? Oh God ... and she needed it so bad ... so bad ...!

"Now, it's our turn, baby!" Stan gasped down at her, crawling onto the 
bed and spreading her willing thighs wide. "They've had their orgy, but 
you and I are going to make love! There's a difference, you beautiful 
doll, and old Stan's about to show it to you ...!"

Beth uncontrollably moaned, lifting her loins up to meet the probing 
entrance of his hotly throbbing cock. She reached down between her 
thighs to help, but that seemed to be hardly necessary. It slipped into 
her lubricated vaginal mouth without the slightest resistance, the feel 
of its pulsating presence buried in the fired, liquid heat of her 
vagina like a tantalizing, uneducated finger!

Beth whimpered in feverish desire, lewdly thrusting her hips and 
buttocks upward at the stabbing inadequacy. She began to undulate that 
portion of her naked body in obscene hunger, activating her vaginal 
muscles in a pulling, sucking response to obtain the feel of his lust-
hardened cock against the sensitive walls of her sizzling young cunt! 
Frantically, she worked for sensual excitement as he began to crazily 
pound into her, the erotic slap of his lean pelvis against her clitoris 
the most beautiful part of it! God, that would do it ... if only he 
didn't stop ...!

"Goddamn ...!" she heard Jay swear and knew that he was watching in 
envious, maybe jealous passion. She rolled her head toward him and saw 
that Vickie was manipulating his huge, wetly glistening cock, her head 
bowed down over it and her tiny pink tongue licking out to tease it 
back into hardness. "Wh-What a waste of time that was," she gaspingly 
thought, falling back into the same old thinking patterns. And ... and 
Sara, the demure little Sara, she was fingering herself with one hand 
and caressing Lancer's animal-cock with the other ...

"Y-You're a beautiful, intoxicating girl, Beth baby!" Stan was panting 
down at her and she rolled her head back to look up at him. "Christ, I 
could love a woman like you forever!"

He kissed her then and she let him. After, she said: "You're sweet, 
Stan ... but I love that big, hairy guy beside us! We can have our fun, 
but never forget, I love him!"

Most of them were wasted words, Beth suddenly knew as he tremored on 
top of her, his muscular body advertising the event of his approaching 
climax, and God knows, she'd hardly begun to arrive!

"Ooohhh!" he choked. "Sweet heaven! Yeah ... it's time, Beth baby! I-I 
got to ... got toooo! I'm going to cuummm ... now, right now! Oh sonofa 
... fuck me! Now, baby! I'm cuummiinnggg ...!"

Beth did in an effort to trigger her own enshadowed climax, but it was 
useless! She thrust her nakedly presented young loins up at his 
hardened cock in desperation, sensing it beginning to spew its hot cum, 
the searing liquid only firing her desire the more!

"Oh ... ooohhh Jaaayyy!" the blonde young wife whimperingly cried. 
"Please ... love me, darling ... I need you so bad ...!"

He'd watched it, his guts turning inside out at the sight. Yet, at the 
same time, friggin' coals of lust had been burning inside him at the 
sight of another man fucking her! Christ, this was crazier, more 
unreal, than any novel he'd ever put together! All around him was cunt, 
yet, he saw only one! Wilson, the big man was nothing but a baby! He 
had a cock like a sucker-stick! No wonder Sara was what she was ... and 
what she was, he didn't want! Vickie was something else, but his very 
own Beth was all of them put together! Still ... this was the time ... 
now or never! He'd love her ... she needed him ... but his own 
dominating way! Yeah, it was time for that ... right here in front of 
God and everybody! Maybe like Sara, she ought to crawl a tiny bit, give 
herself to her husband! Hell, he well knew she'd never cum off with him 
anymore than she did with Wilson, but if he put his mind to it ...!

"All right, doll-wife, get up onto your knees!" he ordered, pushing 
Vickie off his re-hardened cock and scrambling onto his own. "Go on! 
Get up on your knees and spread your legs, baby! I'm going to love you 
... my way!"

His words burned into Beth's excited brain like a hot, searing iron. 
Stan had fallen out and away from her, and eagerly she got onto all 
fours, working herself around until her husband was behind her. Then, 
she spread her knees wide, fervid sensations of lustful anticipation 
soaring madly through her. This was it! It'd taken the whole obscene 
picture of this night to bring it to light ... but this was it! It! It! 
...



Chapter 10


Jay realized that he had no right to be angry, but nevertheless, he was 
and heatedly so. He was as guilty of being unfaithful as was she, but 
that wasn't the reason for his inner fuming. It was self-ire and aimed 
at his own stupidity. From the very beginning of their marriage she'd 
ridiculed and mocked him and he'd tolerated it, played the part of the 
buffoon rather than to chance losing her, but that, Goddamn it, was 
over and done with! It was time for phase number two of this jolly 
journey through life, whatever the friggin' cost, and it couldn't come 
about on a better occasion, with friendly bare-assed neighbors to 
witness it!

"Come on, Beth baby!" he ordered, unable to keep the harshness from his 
voice, thinking that if he hadn't been such a stupid son of a bitch 
from the onset that probably neither one of them would be where they 
were at that moment! "Let's get that hot ass up higher and shove it 
back here! The baby-games are over with! Move!"

Beth immediately recognized the stridency in his tone and wasn't sure 
that she liked it. But she also knew that she'd never felt such a 
sudden wave of happiness in her entire life! She loved him ... God, 
yes! And from now on, it was Jay Durke and no one else for her ...!

Abruptly, she both heard and felt the resounding slap of his huge hand 
across her naked buttocks, a gasp of stinging surprise bursting from 
her!

"I said, get that hot ass up higher and shove it back here, wife! 
That's better! Now, face right down on the bed!" he commanded. "Okay, 
the rest of you nice people can move in close to watch the way a real 
loving husband takes care of his wife!"

An uneasy feeling of apprehension began to gnaw at Beth's naked belly. 
She still couldn't believe that he'd slapped her! He'd never done 
anything like that before ... and right across her naked ass, too! She 
could still feel the stinging imprint of his big hand! God ... he was 
angry ...!

"Now, right before God and everybody, do you or don't you love me, 
wife?" he harshly threw down at her.

The question itself, and the way he had put it to her, caused Beth's 
moment of hesitation.

"Yes, I do, I do ... and I'll prove it to you if you let me, darling 
...!"

"Sounds to me as if you had to think about it for a bit ..."

"No, honest, Jay! I do love you, and I want to prove it ..."

"Well, baby, you're going to get that chance, and right before 
witnesses," he interrupted to advise her. "'Cause your lover-man is 
going to fuck your tight little asshole! That's right, doll, sodomize 
you ... but not against your will! You've got to ask me to do it ... 
otherwise, I'll get up and walk out of here ... out of your Goddamned 
life for good!"

Vickie Davis had crawled closer to Jay's summons, with Stan sitting up 
beside her. His liquor-slackened mouth had dropped open at the big, 
barrel-chested husband's obscene words, but at the same time a renewed 
charge of lust sparked deep in his groin, and then he felt Vickie's 
soft hand curling around his re-swelling cock. Vickie felt Stan's arm 
slipping around her waist, and then his strong hand cupping her naked 
breast. My God, she thought, Jay was going to sodomize her with that 
huge cock of his ... fuck her in the ass! She'd tried just about 
everything, but she'd never had that! How would it be ... a long, thick 
spear of hardness like Jay's burning its way up your rectum? Ooohhh ... 
agony, no doubt, but she couldn't deny the lascivious sensations the 
thought alone was firing inside her!

She watched almost transfixed as her bearded neighbor clutched at his 
big swollen penis, while Beth remained nakedly poised in her lewdly 
submissive position with her now tremoring buttocks beautifully exposed 
a foot or so before him ...!

"Well ... have you made up your mind, baby?" Jay's guttural voice 
demanded. "It's your decision, but you better be quick about it! I'm 
running out of patience ...!"

Beth had nearly lost her breath at his incredulous, sordid ultimatum! 
Her brain swam wildly and her belly and loins were a sensual beehive! 
God, she was so hot! Her pussy felt as if it were a bubbling pit of 
molten lava ... as if nothing but her Jay's long thick hardness could 
possibly answer its need! But ... but, in her tight little virginal 
anus ... why? What had suddenly happened to make him want to cause her 
pain, to subjugate her like this and right before all of them to see? 
Was he trying to shame her ... was he that jealous ...? Oh God, she did 
love him! Her life would be worthless without him! She knew that for 
certain now belatedly perhaps ... but not too late!

"Well ... last call, Beth baby ...?"

"Yes! Do it!" his blond young wife raspingly exclaimed. "Please, Jay 
darling, do it to me! Fuck me there ... in my ass! If ... if that'll 
prove that I love you, then I want it every day for the rest of our 
lives! Now! Do it, lover-man! Hurry ...!"

Jay Durke felt a surge of new blood racing toward the throbbing head of 
his cock. He glanced excitedly at the faces leaning close to watch, 
then saw Sara moving in to join the audience, the powerful German 
Shepherd beside her. He kneed himself up between Beth's widespread 
white thighs and rounded, open buttocks. They, like him, could all see 
her pink, moistly glistening little cunt, with its passion-swollen lips 
and blonde fringed curls, but it was the tiny puckered rosette between 
the ovalled mounds of her taut ass-cheeks that really held their 
attention. He heard their tight breathing, almost feeling the heat of 
their lust-filled eyes as he slowly positioned himself behind the 
subserviently kneeling blonde. Gently dipping his finger between the 
feverish lips of her wetly heated pussy, he watched as her curved hips 
and full buttocks shuddered from the erotic intrusion.

Jay smeared the slippery vaginal lubricant over the dimpled little lips 
of his naked wife's rectal mouth, his big frame alive with charging 
sensations of rampant lust. Maybe he was wrong, taking her this way, 
like a Goddamned animal, but he knew he had to do it now! The buffoon 
was dead! Long live the dominating male! Again, he dipped his finger 
into the hot, seeping moisture of her excited pussy to swab the tiny 
pink hole of her ass. Then, grasping his thick throbbing cock, he wetly 
coated its blood-filled head, finally nuzzling it up against her 
vulnerable, defensively puckering anus.

Beth thought she detected a mean little laugh escape her middle-aged 
husband whose massive hairy frame was heatedly crowding in behind her, 
and she clenched her hands into small fists, clamping her eyes tightly 
shut! She tried to imagine the thoughts filling his brain ... 
motivating him toward this debasing, lewd act, but her young brain was 
a melee of fear mixed with passion and totally unmanageable! Only one 
thought prevailed: he was about to punish her ... and she had to endure 
it, or lose him now for certain ...!

Then, without the least mercy, she frantically reasoned, he thrust 
forward and she felt an agonized stretching of her babyish rectal 
mouth! Her breathing bunched in her dry throat as a vicious spasm of 
torturous pain racked through her obscenely bent, naked body. She 
twisted and half-screamed, waggling her hips and buttocks to squirm off 
the wickedly impaling rod of thick flesh that was spearing into her 
back passage!

"Aaaauuugghhhh ... Jay ... stop ... stop it ... you're killing me!" 
Beth pleadingly cried back at him. Oh God ...! She'd blindly imagined 
that somehow she could endure it, but she'd sorely misjudged the size 
and capacity of her tight little rectum! He was going to savagely rip 
her open back there, she knew in sudden horror, and her unprotected, 
upthrusted buttocks began a desperate thrashing to be free! She heard 
him laugh again, no mistaking it this time, and felt his powerful hands 
gouging into the tender flesh of her hips and thighs! Damn him! He was 
holding her vise-like, and her every attempted move only helped slide 
his huge rod of solid cock-flesh deeper and deeper into her tormented 
and cringing nether passage.

"Get with it, Beth baby! Push back onto it ... make it easier on 
yourself!" he unreasonably commanded, clutching at her tensed upper 
thighs and straining his heavy hips forward. "It's too late to change 
your mind now, little wife! You may hate me forever, but I'm going to 
fuck this beautiful ass of yours come hell or high-water! So you might 
just as well grin and bear it!"

Hate him forever? Goddamn him, she'd kill him for sure if she ever 
survived his depraved sodomy! Scratch his watery eyes out! Cut his 
fiendish cock off with a meat cleaver ...! "Oh ... ooohhh, damn you 
...!" she choked, unable to hold back the tears of agony and guttural 
moans of sudden shame that were possessing her. Yet, at the same time, 
she knew she was being tormented by more than just this debasing 
humiliation he was subjecting her to before these people. It was self-
shame at the way she had treated him, belittled him in her own mind 
since the very beginning ...!

God almighty ... could she stand it ...? He'd ripped her for sure! It 
was tearing her little anus wide open! Ooohhh ... ooohhh, God ... God 
... how he was punishing her for the bitch she'd been! Yes, bitch ... 
deceiving little bitch ... and did she ever have it coming! Ooohhh do 
it, lover-man ... I deserve it ... every solidy, brutal inch of it 
right ... right up my ass! Yesss ... punish me, husband, darling, 
lover! Make me know it ...!

Overwhelmed with an undefinable wave of masochistic love and lust, the 
luridly groveling, naked young wife hunched backward with determination 
as her heavy-framed, bearded husband thrust forward! Tears flowed wetly 
down her face at the excruciating torment of his thick pulsating penis 
surging like an ax handle up into her painfully quivering rectum. She 
felt its turgid, mushroomed head pushing the rubbery flesh of her 
forever- stretched, fire-filled channel before it ... until at last, 
with one final buttock-flattening lunge he brutally ground it all the 
way up into the warm, constricting depths of her obscenely stuffed 
rectum!

At last! At last! her brain reeled in a weirdly pleasurable, 
masochistic agony! Then, he moved slowly out and in, and out and in, 
until she began to feel his big hairy pelvis smacking against the 
resilient softness between her lewdly presented buttocks, his sperm-
filled balls swinging with delighting slaps against her wetly seething 
pussy below! God, she was impaled to the very hilt ... hardly able to 
breathe with the unbelievable, racking pressure which felt as if her 
thighs were splitting apart ... but she didn't want him to stop ... not 
now ... not ever ...!

Vickie Davis clung to Stan Wilson's revitalized, boyish hardness with 
one small, gripping hand, still kneeling beside him as she watched 
fervently the goatish spectacle of Jay's heavy-veined cock burrowing in 
and out of his beautiful young wife's salaciously stretched anus! 
Immeasurable sensations of lust inflamed her own naked body, and she 
couldn't resist slipping her free hand down between her wetly heated 
pussy-lips to gently stroke her erect little clitoris while she 
enviously observed the zealous ass-fucking going on only inches in 
front of her face.

She had never in God's world believed that Beth could take him there, 
that her tiny puckered anus would stretch to such an obscene degree, or 
that she wouldn't go right out of her gorgeous head before he wormed it 
all the way up her passage! But now, already the voluptuous blonde 
beauty was rhythmically working her desire-tautened buttocks back and 
forth to meet the charges of his solid hips, his huge, hardened cock 
vanishing to the hilt into her incredibly expanded rectum!

The auburn-haired model suddenly realized that she was filled with 
admiration for her curvaceous blonde neighbor, covetously perhaps, but 
knowing for certain that she, herself, could never have endured it ... 
not Jay Durke's massive cock! And now, Beth's stunning face was taking 
on an almost ecstatic glow ...! A shiver of wanton passion rippled over 
Vickie's infused, sensuous body and she clutched harder at Stan's 
slender penis. A movement from behind caught her attention and she 
looked back to see petite Sara on all-fours once more with Lancer 
mounting her ... only this time, the naked, raven-haired girl was 
reaching down between her wide apart thighs to catch the dog's long 
animal-cock and trying to guide its pointed tip into the tiny hole of 
her own anus!

"My God, Stan, look!" Vickie gasped, and the handsome husband did, just 
as Lancer thrust, driving the scarlet length of his beveled penile 
hardness completely out of sight into the wide-stretched hole of his 
young wife's lewdly presented buttocks.

Sara screamed, jerking partially upright, her full white breasts 
dancing wildly, her eyes bulging in pain and her pretty mouth gasped 
open! Again, she wailed out, but there was no shaking the clinging 
forepaws of the growling German Shepherd, nor the thundering invasion 
of his hammering length of thick animal-hardness savagely reaming into 
her tight little rectum!

"Good Christ ... he'll kill her, Vickie!" Stan exclaimed in half-
drunken horror. "Call him off ... do something ...!"

"You want to lose an arm, Stan Wilson, just try to stop him now!" 
Vickie warned. "Besides, look at her face! She wants it ... put it 
there herself! You see...? She's beginning to smile ... going right out 
of her mind ...!"

"And so am I ... as sure as hell, I am!" the flabbergasted husband 
moaned. "Either that or the whole Goddamned world has gone crazy ...!"

Vickie hardly heard his pathetic self-pity. She was wildly thinking 
that she'd never in her life had it that way, nor even dream that she'd 
want it, but the two naked wives on the bed were obviously losing 
themselves in growing rapture that was contagious! Maybe she couldn't 
handle Jay for the first time, or even her Lancer, but Stan ...? She 
gaped down at his boyish hardness in her still clutching hand, then 
looked into his face.

"I-I want it like that, too, Stan darling! In my ass! They're loving it 
and I want mine! Please ... hurry, lover!" she hissed, scurrying 
quickly up onto her knees into position and thrusting her trembling 
ass-cheeks back at him. "Please hurry, darling ... before I go out of 
my mind!" she gasped, twisting her head to look passionately back at 
him. "We'll have a round-robin of sodomy! Can you think of anything 
more wildly excited than that ...?"

Hell, and why not? Stan glazedly reasoned. Cunts had suddenly become 
old-fashioned ... out of style ... like wives and marriages ... except 
for the way Jay Durke was teaching his luscious blonde mate! He was a 
man, all right, all man, and little Beth was learning that right at the 
moment! Well, who knows, maybe he, himself, would pick up a few 
pointers out of this Goddamned frenzied orgy that would bring his lusty 
little spouse into tow ... but right now ...? He kneed up behind the 
luridly bent nakedness of his voluptuous neighbor, thinking how many 
different ways he'd already scored with her, but never this ... in the 
ass! His blood began to pound through his muscular body. How he wished 
he had a cock the size of Jay Durke's right now! Suddenly, he saw 
Vickie's long fingers appear between the moistly swollen lips of her 
hair-fringed cunt, then delicately smear the lubricating fluid from her 
wet vagina over her tightly puckered little anus! After this, she 
reached for his cock!

He grunted when she took it in her warm hand and not only positioned 
its rubbery head against her anal opening but pressed her buttocks back 
at it. She wormed the pulsating knob inside the raised circle of hot 
rectal flesh, writhing and undulating her ass-cheeks back onto his 
shaft of lust-hardened flesh in a desperate effort to get his penis 
inside her ...!

Stan had no intentions of holding back, or being in the least gentle. 
Like cunts, wives, and marriages, gentleness was a phenomenon of 
another era! He rammed his hips forward, clutching at her waist 
simultaneously, driving his wildly excited cock deep up into her 
rectum! She grunted in a low, throaty whimper, abruptly trying to slide 
her knees down and lower her nakedly upraised buttocks, while he 
resisted the move by holding tightly to her.

"Oh God ... Stan!" she whined. "You may not be a Jay Durke, but ... but 
your cock's mighty enough for ... for this girl's ass ...! Ooohhh ... 
wait a minute, let me get used to it in there ...!"

Stan wasn't about to. His brain had become an inferno of impatient 
lust, and the feel of her warm velvety rectum wrapped so tightly around 
the base of his burning cock was maddening. He crushed her softly 
yielding white buttocks against his loins and reached down between her 
thighs to her open pussy. He felt the moisture from her vaginal lips 
seeping out to mat her silken, pubic hair brushing against his balls. 
His eyes locked hypnotically on his sodomizing hardness disappearing 
into the tight, fiery hole between her upraised buttocks. He grunted, 
drawing it out slightly, watching with bated breath the tender ridges 
of pink anal flesh pulling out with it, then being absorbed once more 
with his inward thrust which drove her rectal lips back up into his 
belly. His breath came faster and faster until he was fucking 
rhythmically in and out of her tight little hole with no further 
thought of anything but the release of his own restlessly seething 
sperm ...!

Beth felt Jay's long, thick cock soaring deep up into her roundly 
stretched anal passage and its every scorching thrust raised a 
tremulous moan into her throat. Open-mouthed, her cheek rubbed against 
the satin coverlet as did the hardened nipples of her tingling young 
breasts, and her long blonde hair, she knew, was strewn in a disheveled 
mass around her head. At that moment, she hardly knew what her 
sensations were, or if her ravished body hadn't gone numb with shock 
... and then she heard Sara scream out.

She had only to brush aside her veiling hair to see what was taking 
place around her and what had sponsored the demure Sara's wail! God, 
they weren't wasting their time watching Jay's subjugation of her as 
she'd imagined. They were all participating, and in kind! Again, their 
naked, raven-haired young neighbor cried out as Beth gaped at the sight 
of Lancer fucking her anus in true animalish style! She was climaxing, 
as undoubtedly so was the brute dog hammering into her from behind! The 
sight alone was enough to set off wild new sensations exploding through 
the subjugated blonde wife and suddenly she was caught up in the total 
wantonness of it all!

At first, it'd been a matter of enduring the pain, which she had 
readily accepted to prove once and for all that she did love her big, 
bearded husband, but now, what had been agony had reached a startling 
new stage! Unknown sensations were permeating her sizzling loins ... 
and ... and the masochistic pleasure in bending before her lover-man 
like some sort of slave-whore were overwhelming! Though there were 
still traces of stretched pain as his huge spear of hardness raced up 
her vulnerably filled rectum, there was lustful pleasure, too, a 
combination of both ... pain and pleasure, the two most important 
ingredients of love!

Beth felt his big finger playing in her wetly throbbing cunt then, 
tweaking her clitoris in rapturous delight! Oh ... oh she'd surely cum 
this way! She would ... she would! Oooohhh ... she loved him ... loved 
everyone ... the whole world was obscenely beautiful!

"Lover ... lover-man! Fuck it hard!" she lewdly gasped. "Give it to me, 
you big darling ...!"

Jay could hardly believe the love-filled emotion in his luscious baby's 
voice. Christ, if he wasn't supposed to be a grown man, he'd bawl! 
Damn, he'd reached her at last with his big cock, and when this 
friggin' fuck-circus was over he was going to take her home and horde 
her away all for himself! Oh shit ... and over it was going to be 
damned soon! But Goddamn, he had to take her with him this time, had to 
see her all the way over the mountain! Will power, you grizzled old 
bastard ... and you better find some damn quick, or you're about to 
lose the most precious possession you ever wanted!

He gaped over at Stan Wilson plunging his hardened penis between Vickie 
Davis' luridly gyrating buttocks to take his mind away from his own 
rapidly building orgasm! "Come on, Stan, I'll race you to the finish!"

The shoe-store proprietor could only stupidly stare back at him. Almost 
breathlessly, he answered: "Shit, neighbor ... you'll have to come on 
with some hefty fucking ... because I'm there, man! I just hope she is! 
I'd like to satisfy one woman in my life ... ooohhh ...!"

Vickie couldn't answer at that moment. She tried to smile, but the 
rising bubble inside her heaving belly caused it to end in a grimace of 
sheer passion! Then, Stan grunted and choked up!

"Oh ... oh, Stan!" the auburn-haired girl cried out in her obscenely 
kneeling nakedness. "Now ...! I'm cuummmiinnggg ...!"

They cursed, writhed and frantically spasmed in their rapture while 
their audience watched in knowing fascination. He'd lost the race, but 
he was going to win the meet, Jay rationalized as he gaped at Wilson 
pumping his load of hot sperm into Vickie Davis' ass! He felt the sweat 
steaming from his brow down onto his cheeks as he fucked into the 
widely stretched little hole between Beth's beautiful white buttocks. 
He stared down at the loving, grasping rectal mouth, pulling her softly 
rounded cheeks further apart until he could readily see the pink ridges 
of anal flesh that clung to his cock when he extracted it, disappearing 
again when he buried it to the hilt! He did it several times with a 
chastising fury, feeling his heavily laden balls slapping into the 
crevice of her impassioned pink cunt! Again, his fingertips reached and 
probed between her pussy-lips to begin a continuous teasing of her 
erectly throbbing clitoris!

Christ, she had to cum ... and to cum with him, if possible ... but he 
couldn't hold it back much longer! His churning balls were ready to 
spill out all the boiling cum they contained! Her rectum was extracting 
the Goddamned pith of his very testes! He levered up behind her in one 
last desperate attempt ... now or never, he wildly thought!

Jay furiously thrust, even as the feeling of failure began to sweep him 
up!  But nevertheless, he battered into his Beth-baby, plunging the 
deepest yet into her fire-filled anal channel, almost brutally splaying 
her lush white ass-cheeks apart, then letting them resiliently flatten 
back against his broad pelvis from her own effort!  Frantically, they 
fucked in their new-found bliss of sodomy ...!

Then, at last: "Oooohhh ... ooohhh, lover-man!" Beth gurgled.  "Now ... 
now, darling Jay!  I-I-I'm going toooo ... husband ...!  For you ... 
and me ... it's!  Noooowwww ...!"

In her heart, Vickie wanted it to be beautiful for both of them, and 
she reached between Jay's big thighs to caress and milk his balls while 
he fucked his grand cock into Beth's wildly quivering rectum. Then, she 
slipped her other hand up between the blonde young wife's sweat-
streaked thighs to find the clitoris and caress it at the timely second 
of Jay's telltale, grunting thrust! Vickie saw the big, bearded 
writer's eyes wildly revolving in their sockets, knowing he was 
shooting his powerful load of scalding cum deep into his young wife's 
wanting rectum and belly ... then, Beth began to convulse and scream in 
wanton bliss!

What primed Vickie, Stan could only imagine in his exhausted state. He 
lay stretched out beside his sleeping wife, and somewhere, he sadly 
knew, there was a Goddamned German Shepherd dog in the room! But this, 
Vickie's slithering around to help, could only mean she was looking to 
the future! Well, he'd welcome that, too ... but just maybe ... maybe 
she was sincere ...!

Oh God, the nakedly excited model wildly imagined! What lovely, lovely 
times the three, no, four ... she must never forget Lancer ... were 
going to enjoy together ...!



Chapter 11


It occurred to an extremely radiant Beth Durke some weeks following 
that erotically awakening night at the Wilsons' that very little had 
changed in Jay's and her mode of living, except that he was drinking 
less and going to bed earlier at night. In fact, she, too, had taken to 
sleeping later in the mornings ... or at least, laying there beside his 
big naked frame, waiting for him to wake up and make love to her ... if 
he wasn't too exhausted from the night before.

Then, of course, there were the numerous cocktail and dinner 
invitations extended by the Wilsons' and Vickie Davis that they had 
refused, until they stopped coming, and the way that young blonde wife 
had begun setting Lancer's bones on a plate outside the door, not 
letting the big German Shepherd in the house anymore. She had even 
changed super-markets, driving to a center two miles away, and she very 
seldom was up early enough to see Stan going off to work. Nor did her 
big, bearded husband seem to run into so many story-line snags to slow 
him down, or which called for a walk around the yard. Come to think of 
it, though Sara Wilson spent more time than ever at her gardening, her 
bikinis seeming to grow skimpier and skimpier, Jay's field-glasses 
remained on his desk collecting dust.

Still, it seemed that they did little but work, but then, they both 
immensely enjoyed that, Beth reasoned, going about the brewing of their 
midmorning coffee. She, especially, had become intrigued since 
beginning to write her own book, and Jay was pleased about that, even 
making a joke about it not being necessary in the future for her to 
research them. Now, she smiled to herself as she thought about it, at 
the same time listening to the steady clacking tempo of her lover-man's 
typewriter. On second thought, there had been considerable changes in 
their life-style, hadn't there?

"Hey, baby ... how's that coffee coming?" her writer-husband's braying 
voice came out to her. "Your lover-man's in need of a pick-up."

"Coming, hon," she replied, setting the necessities onto the tray, a 
warm thrill of excitement washing through her. There was the reason for 
her happiness, because she knew that her middle-aged, hairy man's next 
"pick-up" would involve a siesta ... and what secretary - or wife - 
could ever ask for more?


The End
