Sheila's Hidden Hunger
by Carlotta Graham


FOREWORD 

Its first recorded entry on to the human stage was scripted in the Book of 
Genesis, but no Eden since biblical times has been without its serpent. 
Perfection in the world of man does not exist ... and if it appears to exist 
it will, alas, be shown all too soon to be illusory. Two aphorisms, these, 
as pessimistic as they are interrelated- yet the truth behind each is one 
that we ignore at our peril in a world infinitely more complex, immeasurably 
less innocent, than that pastoral paradise inhabited by the Adam and Eve of 
the scriptures. 

In taking these reflections as it were for the text of her sermon on the 
pitfalls awaiting the unwary in our twentieth-century society, Carlotta 
Graham strikes at the root of the contemporary malaise whose most obvious 
moral effect is reflected in the falling birth rate and the rising rates for 
divorce, crime and the taking of drugs. Sheila's Hidden Hunger is in fact 
both a highly moral story and a story with a moral: our readers would do 
well to ponder it- and then to relate it to their own circumstances and 
those of their immediate circle. 

On the surface, the events chronicled here seem banal enough- a happy and 
successful marriage is broken up through the agency of a scheming and 
jealous neighbor- but the implications of the author's penetrating 
psychological analysis of his protagonists go far enough beyond the bare 
outlines of the narrative to make it a chilling microcosm of our whole 
predicament. 

Sheila and Frank Miller are young, moderately successful, full of hope, and 
idyllically happy in their suburban home. Their next-door neighbor, Crystal 
Brent, is a little older, more successful, more experienced, and- perhaps 
even unknown to herself- jealous of their innocence and their joy. For it is 
Crystal, the glamorous bachelor girl and careerist, who is cast in the role 
of the serpent in this modern parable of the Fall, Crystal who represents 
the ever-present predator, eager to destroy the happiness of others, Crystal 
who leads the inexperienced Sheila out of the garden of innocence. And once 
the unwary young wife has tasted the forbidden fruit, her feet are too 
firmly set on the downward path to allow her to return.... 

The point of the story- which the author hammers unforgettably home in this 
gripping new novel- is that not even the best adjusted, not even the 
apparently perfect relationship is immune to temptation. And in real life, 
as distinct from the soap-operas we watch on television, the villain is not 
always worsted. Like Caesar of old, the serpent comes, sees, and conquers 
... and then, like that other legendary historical figure, having conquered, 
it glides on seeking fresh fields to conquer! Is there not an admonition 
here for all of us to be on our guard? 

-The Publishers 

 CHAPTER ONE 

Frank Miller crossed the border between Orange County and Los Angeles on the 
Santa Ana Freeway and drove northwest through Norwalk and Downey until he 
got to East L. A. Then he switched to the Golden State and threaded the 
Buick through the heavy evening traffic past Alhambra and Glendale, cursing 
the flat tire which had held him up that vital half hour at San Clemente and 
put him in the thick of the evening commuters when Sheila was waiting for 
him and he'd promised to be home before cocktail-time. 

There was a huge jam-up on the Burbank slip road. He had smoked three 
cigarettes and worked himself into a state bordering on fury before he was 
finally free of it. But at last he was heading through quiet suburban 
streets toward Hartville, with the peaks of the San Gabriel range turning 
gold in the setting sun beyond. Frank worked as an assessor with a big 
insurance firm in the city, and the only cloud on his personal horizon was 
the fact that his job so frequently took him away from home. Jesus, he 
hadn't seen his wife for three whole days because of that damned factory 
fire down in Coronado! 

As always after a business trip, his pulses quickened at the thought that 
within a few minutes he would be holding the lithe, curvaceous form of the 
lovely, dark-haired girl he had married in his arms. He made a right turn 
off the Sunland road and glanced with satisfaction at the tree-lined avenues 
of-Hartville. Further back in the foothills, the developments were still 
kind of crummy; there were patches of bare earth scarring the slopes and 
bulldozers working constantly among the scrub as the city clawed its way 
inexorably into the mountains. But here the smart little executive 
dormitories had had time to establish themselves. They were high enough to 
be above the smog and see the ocean blue in the distance; there were flowers 
and trees and shopping precincts; the hedges of cypress and tamarisk and 
oleander had had time to grow. Damnit, the place already had a community 
life of its own! Not for the first time, the young insurance man smiled 
complacently to himself at this foresight in insisting, just after they were 
married three years ago, that they should blow the whole of their savings on 
a down-payment for a property that was still just a patchwork of lines on an 
architect's drawing board. His perspicacity had already been rewarded: it 
had been hard at first, while they were still in their rented accommodation 
in Montebello, but now they had a swell place to live which had proved a 
great investment as well. If he sold the property tomorrow, they'd have made 
a bomb on it! 

Frank felt his glow of satisfaction increase as he drove up their street, 
picturing to himself the neat little modern house and the glamorous young 
brunette waiting to greet him. Maybe it was worth while having to be away 
from home so often: it gave him such a kick every time he returned! 

As he turned into the driveway, he saw that Crystal Brent, their next-door 
neighbor, must be having another party: every window in the long, low house 
was ablaze with light, and there were a dozen cars parked outside. He shook 
his head as he coasted the Buick into the car port and cut the motor. It was 
too bad: Crystal was young and beautiful and smart- she was a high-powered 
account executive in a publicity firm specializing in movie business- but 
she was a bachelor girl. Frank guessed that, with all her money, she was 
kind of lonely. Otherwise why would she need to fill her place with people 
all the time? How lucky he and Sheila were, he thought jubilantly as he ran 
for the front door, to have a perfect marriage and a perfect home! 

She was waiting for him in the hallway, the door already open and the light 
from the ship's lantern in the porch streaming down to outline her raven 
hair with a halo of gold. He caught his breath, taking in with a single 
comprehensive glance the tan suede lounging pants that clung to the subtle 
swell of her hips and thighs, the loose black cashmere sweater that somehow 
emphasized the thrusting points of her full, high-set breasts, the 
flower-like face above. Christ, she was the most beautiful thing he'd ever 
seen! 

"Mmmm, honey you look beautiful." he murmured, dropping his overnight case 
and opening his arms wide. 

"Darling!" 

She was in his embrace, the whole soft length of her lissom body pressed 
voluptuously against him, her arms around his neck, her hands cradling the 
back of his head as her shining lips parted to accept his kiss. Even after 
three years of marriage, Frank felt his penis stiffen hard against his pants 
leg at the touch of her. Breathless, he drew back his head and gazed into 
her wide brown eyes. "Missed me?" he asked tenderly. 

"Of course! Did you miss me?" She rubbed her forehead against his cheek like 
a cat. 

"What do you think?" Frank stroked the light-burnished cascade of hair 
tumbling over her shoulders, tightening his other hand against the pliant 
curve of her back. 

"Even when you were besieged in your hotel room by the beautiful sirens of 
Coronado?" 

"I couldn't be bothered to lay more than three a night," he jested. "Anyway, 
they were all black from the fire. What the British call mammy palaver. Want 
to see the black rings around my cock?" 

"Darling! How can you be so coarse in front of your lady wife!" Sheila 
Miller giggled. "Come on in and let me fix you a drink. Seriously- how was 
the job?" 

He picked up his valise and followed her into the house. "Looks like a case 
of arson and fraud," he sighed- "There's supposed to have been four hundred 
thousand dollars worth of stock in the warehouse, all destroyed in the fire. 
But we have reports of an unusual number of trucks moving in and out of the 
factory the day before it started." 

"You mean they moved the stuff out, then started the fire and claimed it was 
all lost?" 

He dropped on to the wide black leather couch in the softly-lit sitting room 
and nodded. "That's the way it looks. The fire department investigation boys 
are getting out their magnifying glasses to go over the ashes. They should 
be able to report in a few days just what was in the place: if it turns out 
to be arson, they weren't quite smart enough- the flames weren't fierce 
enough to destroy every trace." 

"So what happens if they find it was ... Arson, I mean?" 

"They'll call me, and I'll go back down to liaise with them." 

"Oh, honey! So soon? How long for, this time?" 

He shrugged. "Depends. Two days. Maybe three ... Hey! Didn't I hear some 
lovely lady whisper something about a drink?" 

She was already at the sideboard, pouring from a chrome shaker. "It's been 
ready over an hour. You said you'd be home early," she murmured 
reproachfully. 

"I'm sorry, sweet. I had a flat, and that ran me into the usual evening 
rat-race. Anyway ... what's your news, Mrs. Miller?" 

Sheila shook her dark head. "Just the usual boring routine, darling. Boring 
when you're not here, that is. I tended the garden. I went to the 
supermarket. I played tennis with Sylvia. I got a nice steak for you from 
Mr. Pastucci. I watched television. Oh- and I saw Crystal this afternoon. 
She's having a party tonight and wanted to know if we'd care to drop by." 

"What did you say?" 

"I said I figured you'd be tired after your trip ... " 

"Atta girl!" Frank interjected, sipping appreciatively at his drink...." And 
I told her thank you very much, but if she didn't mind, we'd take a rain 
check," his wife finished complacently. 

"Darn right we will," he said. "That's the last thing I'd want to do 
tonight- stand around yakking with all those smart-ass movie jerks she hangs 
out with! In fact I'd rather we didn't see Crystal at all, and that's the 
truth. She isn't the kind of person I'd like to have you mixed up with." 

"But darling ... " 

"I mean it. From what I hear, she got where she is mainly by lying on her 
back- maybe even for money, some people say!" 

"Oh, Frank! She's been sweet to me ever since we moved in. She's awfully 
nice, really." 

"So was Lucretia Borgia ... when it suited her! Anyway- you did right as far 
as tonight's concerned, sweetie. I've got better things to do. Like I want 
to go to bed with you! I've got to get rid of those little black rings I 
told you about somehow!" 

"Frank Miller!" Sheila said again in mock reproof. "You'll be sleeping on 
your own if I hear more talk like that! Now finish up your drink and come 
and eat before the French fries are ruined!...." 

Later, after they had sipped coffee and brandies, deliberately delaying the 
moment they were both so eagerly awaiting, the curvaceous young brunette 
went into the bathroom to get ready for bed. When she came out twenty 
minutes later, showered, powdered, and wearing a flame-colored see-through 
nightgown whose flounced hem ended midway between her svelte hips and her 
knees, Frank was already lying on top of the covers in a pair of black and 
gold Chinese pajamas, his unruly chestnut hair slicked back and his handsome 
rugged face alive with anticipation. 

It was a ritual game they always played: although they knew perfectly well 
that they would be locked nakedly together within seconds, they preferred to 
start off in formal night attire- just to give themselves the pleasure of 
undressing each other! 

The young insurance man stared at his lovely wife and caught his breath for 
the second time that evening. Silhouetted against the bright light beyond 
the open bathroom door, every ripe curve of her seductive young body was 
tantalizingly visible through the diaphanous garment. And for good measure, 
the soft bedroom lighting in front cast a warm glow over the tautly swelling 
contours of her breasts where they thrust out the flimsy material. Below, he 
could just see a veiled and shadowy triangle of softly curling pubic hair 
where the tender curve of her belly melted into the twin columns of her 
thighs. 

Sheila moved quickly across the room and lay down beside him. The transistor 
radio on the night table was relaying a program of instru mental oldies, the 
low volume strings just loud enough to drown out the sounds of the party 
next door. And the long stiffened outline of Frank's penis was already 
pushing lewdly up against the black material of his pajama bottoms. 

He shifted his position to grab her as her body moved close to him. His 
fingers closed on the sensual softness of her flesh through the thin 
nightgown ... and then his hands were tempestuously lifting the garment up 
around her waist while she groped for the cord of his pajamas and their lips 
pressed hotly together in a lingering kiss of rising sexual desire. 

As their tongues laced hotly, wetly in the twin cavern of their mouths, 
Frank's hands slid further up his wife's warmly trembling body to cup the 
fullness of her nakedly presented breasts. At the same time Sheila jerked 
open the knot tying his pajama pants and his already lust-thickened cock 
sprang rigidly throbbing through the opened fly. Cradling the soft, 
sperm-filled sac of his testicles in one hand, she wrapped the fingers of 
the other around the hotly pulsating shaft of his penis and began teasing 
the foreskin up and down over the excitedly throbbing head. 

"Oh, God!" Frank moaned ecstatically. "Oh, honey, that's so goooooood!" 

His eager fingers were working at the nipples of her breasts, rolling and 
tweaking the tiny buds of flesh until they spiked out rubbery and erect 
under his lascivious touch. Sheila's breath was coming in short, hoarse 
gasps, her whole frame jerking and shuddering as the fires of lust kindled 
in her belly raged through her loins. Gently kneading the wrinkled pouch of 
her husband's balls, she increased the tempo of her obscene milking at his 
hardened rod of flesh until the seminal fluid seeping from the slit in its 
bloated tip smeared slickly over her palm and created a small wet sucking 
sound each time she pumped at the quivering staff. 

She gave a stifled little moan of delight as one of Frank's hands trailed 
down the trembling plane of her belly to tangle gently in the silky curls of 
her pubic hair. Then his extended middle finger was probing at the warm, 
moist crevice of her vaginal slit, easing its way in between the soft, 
fleshy folds to circle teasingly around the tiny throbbing bud of her 
clitoris. 

The lustfully aroused young wife jerked again at the sudden electric 
contact, writhing her hips in slow, abandoned circles as she mewled in 
rapture under the thrilling ministrations of the lewdly invading digit. 
Frank increased the pressure of his obscene caress, grinding the pad of his 
fingertip against the rubbery clitoral shaft until the hyper-sensitive bud 
of flesh was as taut and erect as a miniature phallus, and Sheila's breath 
was gasping hotly in his ear. Crooning in sensual ecstasy, she skimmed her 
hand even faster up and down the iron-hard shaft of his cock as she moved 
one long, slender, tapered leg over his hip to bring her seething loins 
closer to her husband's cunt-plundering hand. 

For a moment the muted sounds of music floating from the radio were drowned 
in a crescendo of noise from outside the open window. There was a shrill 
chorus of voices, a car door slammed and a motor roared as someone left the 
party next door. The lewdly entwined couple on the bed didn't hear any of 
it. Frank's right hand was still furiously kneading his wife's full, 
resilient breast while the fingers of his left now fucked wetly in and out 
of the lust-slickened tunnel of her hotly throbbing vagina. The blood was 
thundering in his ears and his cock felt as if it was bursting under the 
mind-blowing manipulations of Sheila's obscenely milking caress. Christ, he 
had to fuck her! And he had to fuck her now or he would cum all over her 
hotly working hand! 

With a gasp of desire, he heaved himself up and rolled over on top of the 
wildly squirming brunette, his muscular chest squashing her full, ripe 
breasts and his lean hips imprisoning the hand gripping his penis up between 
her open thighs. "Sheila...." he groaned. "Oh, baby ... " 

"Yessssss!" she whispered huskily against his neck. "Yes, yes, yes, darling! 
Give it to me! Fuck me now! Spread my legs wide and fuck me crazy!!!" 

Moaning with rapture, he reached down between their wantonly trembling 
bodies to guide his cock into the hot, wet cavern of his wife's cunt. But 
she was too quick for him, pressing herself, the passion-stiff rod down 
across her belly toward the quivering, hair-covered triangle of her pubic 
mound. Their fingers met stickily around the lubricated shaft, and as Frank 
arched his hips up off her pelvis, Sheila spread her legs out wider to the 
edges of the bed and together they directed the wetly seeping cock-head 
toward the scalding pussy slit up between her thighs. 

The rubbery, bulbous tip gazed against the lust-dampened field of 
pussy-hair, gently parted the wetly curling fronds, and nosed snugly between 
the swollen, throbbing outer lips of her panting young woman's cunt. She 
drew in her breath with a gasp as she felt the familiar thrill race through 
her secret flesh and spear up into her belly, canting her pelvis upward to 
give her husband greater access to her hungrily gaping cuntal channel. The 
next moment she felt the cum-greased shaft of his cock slide smoothly 
through her clasping fingers as he flexed his hips forward and thrust the 
whole length of the hard, pulsating staff deep up into her yearning vagina. 

"Aaaaaaaaaahhhhhh!" she breathed huskily, her legs snaking out wide and then 
up to hook over the backs of his calves while her loins quivered and jerked 
in anticipation at the feel of his heavy semen-laden balls slapping wetly 
against the cock-splayed crevice of her genital furrow. He was in, up to the 
hilt, and she could sense every ridge and throbbing vein of his plank-stiff 
rod of male hardness filling the distended passage of her cunt! 
Involuntarily she tightened the ring of vaginal muscles around Frank's 
rigidly invading bulk- and at the same time he flexed the massively 
throbbing head of his penis far up inside her against the hot, trembling nub 
of her cervix, the two of them tense with delight as wild tremors of desire 
flamed through their lust-fired loins. 

For a moment they lay there, relishing the sensuous feel of body against 
body, skin touching skin, flesh enclosing flesh. Then Frank levered up his 
shoulders and gently drew the bunched nightgown up past his wife's ripely 
swelling breasts and over her dark head, to drop the flimsy garment to the 
floor. At the same time Sheila reached her hands behind him to peel off his 
pajama jacket while she drew up her knees to thrust the waistband of the 
pants down past his naked buttocks with her feet. As she straightened her 
legs he kicked his own free of the encumbrance ... and they were naked 
together on the bed! It was a ritual the young insurance man found almost as 
exciting as the rest of the foreplay that preceded their lovemaking. 

Gazing deep into his wife's liquid brown eyes, he raised his hips slightly 
to withdraw his penis until only the swollen tip remained within the hot, 
wet clasp of her cunt lips. Then, slowly, he pushed down again until the 
whole hard length of the shaft was buried once more in her avidly clutching 
vagina. 

"Oooooogggghhhh!" she moaned dazedly. "Aaaaaaaahhhhhhh!" 

Again- a little faster this time- he withdrew his lustfully throbbing cock, 
only to plunge it back once more into the eagerly accepting depths of her 
scalding belly. "Oh Jesus, honey," he choked, "your cunt's hot and tight up 
inside!" 

"Oh God, honey," she murmured back through passion-clenched teeth, "you're 
filling my pussy so beautifully ... so beautifully!" 

Slowly at first, and then with gradually increasing speed and power, he 
began a racking, saw-like motion, plowing his thrusting, fleshy staff in and 
out of Sheila's wetly sucking cunt as she mewled in wanton abandon beneath 
his weight. Her tapering legs wound themselves once more around his thighs, 
her hands scrabbled wildly up and down his back, and her head flailed from 
side to side on the pillow as she squirmed lasciviously under him, shoving 
her pelvis fiercely upward to meet his every plunging thrust. 

Frank could feel the tension mounting in his balls as he fucked faster and 
faster into his lovely wife's nakedly quivering pussy, obscenely skewering 
her on the rigidly spearing pole of his cock as she jerked convulsively 
before his pelvis-battering plunges. It wouldn't be long now, he knew: it 
was always short with them ... and it was always perfect! They hadn't failed 
to cum together once since their wedding night three years ago in the bridal 
suite of the Hotel Regina in Acapulco! He didn't know what it was- some kind 
of physio-chemical correspondence, he guessed- but they always seemed to hit 
exactly the right tempo and rhythm for each other, progressing effortlessly 
toward a mutual climax that left them both shattered by its intensity. They 
didn't even bother to think about it any more: it was expected, automatic. 

Moving now like the reciprocating parts of a well-oiled machine, their 
nakedly sweating bodies ground and thrust at one another in a mounting 
crescendo of naked animal lust, the smoothly pistoning shaft of Frank's cock 
driving relentlessly in and out of the desire-crazed brunette's inflamed 
pussy like a jack-hammer gone mad. 

Abruptly her hands left his back to force themselves between their slippery 
bellies and reach for the hotly pumping cock-shaft plowing up into her open 
cuntal mouth. "Oh, God!" she gasped, her head twisting wildly with the sweet 
agony of it. "I love to feel it ... going in and out of me! ... So wet! ... 
so big! ... So hard!" Circling the forefinger and thumb of one hand around 
the slippery girth of the lewdly impaling rod, so that she could feel it 
fucking wetly up between the moistly gaping lips of her cunt, she grasped 
the obscenely swinging sac of his lust-damp balls with the other, drawing 
him hard up against her seething vaginal slit on every instroke. 

That was it! The sound of the erotic words on her lips, added to the sudden 
sharp pressure applied to his cock and balls, burst the dam that had been 
building, building deep in Frank's belly. He threw back his head and uttered 
a strangled cry. His buttocks hollowed and tensed. His pelvis splatted 
against her a final time ... and then it was on him! His rigid penis began 
its convulsive race for release. His pulsing cock-head erupted in the hotly 
clasping depths of her vagina, spurting its scalding load of viscous semen 
against the hungrily milking walls of her womb. 

And at the same time the feel of the hot sperm jetting up inside her belly 
in forceful squirts triggered off the wantonly writhing brunette's own 
orgasm. Her knees jerked back. Her heels locked together high up behind her 
husband's shoulder blades as she forced her wildly spasming loins hard 
against his. Her hands flew around him to claw at his buttocks and pull him 
tighter still into her. And her hips and belly started shuddering insanely 
as she was whirled away to the pinnacle of her release on a wild storm of 
erotic bliss. 

"Aaaaaaaaiiiiiieeeeee!" she cried frantically. "Oh my God! ... oh my darling 
... darling ... darling! ... Aaaaaaaaaaggggggghhhhhh! ... Oh God, I'm 
cumming! I'm cumming! I'm cumming!" 

 CHAPTER TWO 

"Aaaaaaggggghhhhh! Oh God, I'm dimming! I'm dimming! I'm dimming!" 

The passionate cry floated out the open window of the darkened house next 
door and carried to the ears of the tall, shapely blonde standing alone on 
her front porch to wave goodbye to the last departing guest. Crystal Brent 
glanced sharply across the open lawn at the shadowy bulk of the Miller home. 
Then, compressing her elaborately made-up lips, she shrugged her slim 
shoulders and went back indoors. 

She didn't know why, but it riled her, the way those greenhorn kids next 
door carried on ... kissing and cuddling and necking in the garden ... 
fucking every night and not giving a shit who knew what they were at ... 
holding hands in the supermarket as if they were the only ones allowed to 
suck it! They were still wet behind the ears, both of them, for God's sakes! 
And hadn't they had it easy! The husband- he was handsome enough if you went 
for the college boy type- had been put through school by his daddy. He'd 
probably gotten that well-paid job because the old man was a big wheel in 
insurance out East. And the girl, who was quite pretty in a chocolate-box 
kind of way, came from a well-heeled family in San Francisco. She'd even 
been sent to a ritzy Finishing school in Vermont! Neither of them had had to 
earn their success the way Crystal had, fighting her way out of a poor 
background, hustling at the age of fifteen, scraping and pinching and 
working like hell to raise a stake so that she could get to the Coast and 
start out on her own to make a decent living. Why, they couldn't be a day 
over twenty-two or twenty-three, either of them! 

Crystal herself was thirty. She closed the door and leaned her back against 
it, surveying the large open-plan lounge with a grimace of distaste. 
Cigarette and cigar smoke weaved in layers above the litter of half full 
glasses, overflowing ashtrays and plates piled with cocktail sticks, olive 
pits, partly eaten canapes and crumpled paper napkins stained with lipstick. 
There was a broken tumbler in the hearth and someone had spilled a whole 
bottle of red wine on the white fur rug by the french window. In the 
silence, she heard a rhythmic soft clicking as the turntable of the hi-fi 
revolved slowly with the pick-up stylus still swaying in and out of the 
run-off groove at the end of a disc. Some jerk must have loused up the 
mechanism while she was out in the kitchen, so it wouldn't switch itself off 
anymore. 

With a sigh and a shake of her elegantly coiffured head, she crossed the 
room to open the french window and then bent down to thumb off the auto 
control on the machine. As she straightened up, she caught sight of her 
reflection in a cheval glass beside the bookshelves- a tall, willowy blonde 
with full, wide set breasts thrusting out the top of a gold lame trouser 
suit, and a sensual, slightly discontented mouth beneath a short straight 
nose and clear hazel eyes. There were lines of tiredness creasing the brow 
and the flesh around those eyes now, and Crystal sighed as she surveyed the 
wreck of the room. It was hard work, running a party for the supercharged 
set she ran with! 

She supposed, judging from the breakages and the amount of liquor that had 
been drunk, that it had been a good party ... good, anyway, for the guests; 
not so good for her. A big-time producer from whom she had hoped to land a 
publicity contract hadn't shown up. That, Crystal was sure, was because the 
man's wife was jealous of her (which was true) and believed that they were 
already having an affair (which wasn't true, though God knew Crystal had 
made it plain enough that she was willing). In addition, the beautiful young 
Danish actor she had lined up as a second string for the honor of sharing 
her bed that night had turned out to be a fag! 

Weren't they all? she thought dispiritedly, gazing once more around the 
smoke-filled, disordered room. No, definitely the party had been a flop as 
far as she was concerned. She'd have to give another in a few days in an 
attempt to raise her spirits again. In the meantime, this mess could wait 
until tomorrow.... 

She closed the window and switched out the lights, staring across the 
moonlit lawn at the Miller house next door. Come to think of it, they hadn't 
shown up either. Too busy having their cozy little fuck, she supposed. Maybe 
she'd persuade the girl to bring that handsome young stud next time, and 
they'd meet some folks who'd open their eyes a little! People as innocent as 
that really didn't deserve to live!.... 

Shrugging angrily, the tall, voluptuous blonde threaded her way through the 
debris of the party and went to her lonely bed. 

* * * 

Three days later, having seen Frank Miller toss his overnight case into the 
back of the Buick and drive away with a fond wave of the hand and a blown 
kiss, Crystal rang her next-door neighbor's doorbell in the middle of the 
morning. The door opened almost at once, as though Sheila had watched her 
coming up the driveway, as indeed she had. The seductive young brunette was 
wearing a flowered shortie housecoat and her eager face, pink and radiant 
with health, was still without make-up. 

"Why, hello there!" she exclaimed with a pleased smile. "I was just making 
myself some coffee. Do come in and share a cup with me." 

"If you're sure I'll not be in the way...?" Crystal said. 

"Of course not. Frank left a half hour ago and I'm all on my own." she led 
the way to the stainless steel and electric labor-saving kitchen that was 
her special pride and joy and ushered her guest to a chair. 

Crystal was wearing brown glove-leather pants cut close to her trim hips and 
flaring out below the knee, brown lace-up boots, and an electric blue 
sweater that molded itself perfectly to her curvy figure and set off the 
spun gold of her hair. "I was so sorry you and your husband couldn't make it 
to the party the other night," she said, lifting up the knees of her pants 
and sitting down at the scrubbed table. "It was a great party and I'm sure 
you would have enjoyed it." 

"Gee, I'm sorry too ... we both were," the younger girl stammered awkwardly, 
"but by the time Frank had gotten home he was really tired. There was this 
big fire down at Coronado, you see, and he had a flat tire, and he'd been 
away three days...." Her voice tailed off in embarrassment as she placed a 
cup of steaming coffee in front of the glamorous blonde. 

"Why, that's okay, honey. Don't give it another thought," Crystal said 
easily. "I just thought there might have been some people there who'd amuse 
you." She stirred sugar into her coffee and then went on: "As a 
matter-of-fact, that's why I call by this morning. I have to give another 
party tomorrow- you know how it is in my business- and I wondered if you'd 
care to come to that instead." 

"Tomorrow?" Sheila echoed. "Oh dear ... " 

"There'll be some movie people there. And a big producer from Culver City 
who may be looking for fire insurance to cover the new studios they're 
building there. I thought perhaps your husband...?" 

"That's terribly kind of you, but ... oh, dear- I'm afraid Frank's away 
again. He's had to go back to Coronado about this fire, and he won't be home 
until at least the day after tomorrow. Oh, I am sorry!" 

"So am I! Now isn't that just too bad!" Crystal said mendaciously. "And I 
did hope you'd be able to make it this time ... Tell you what, though- as 
you'll be a grass widow, why don't you come by yourself?" 

"Oh, I couldn't do that," Sheila said quickly, mindful of her husband's 
disapproval of the woman next door. "It's sweet of you, but I couldn't- not 
without Frank. I'm not very good alone: I wouldn't know what to do or what 
to say. Thank you very much just the same." 

"It might be very good for you if you're shy," Crystal urged. "You know, 
take you out of yourself, as they say. Give you a different slant on life!" 

"It's nice of you, but I couldn't. Really." 

"Just as you like, honey." The blonde drained her cup and rose to her feet. 
"Thanks for the coffee: it was just what I needed." She hesitated at the 
door and looked her young neighbor straight in the eye. "There's something 
else I need too. I wonder would you do me a big favor?" 

"Well of course ... if I can." 

"I was just thinking," Crystal said slowly. "If you won't come to the party, 
would you be a lamb and ... that is to say, could you possibly drop by 
earlier and help me get things ready? My wretched day maid's sick and it's 
one hell of a job by yourself." 

Sheila in her turn hesitated, not liking to refuse and not wanting to 
accept. She didn't know what to say. 

"You don't have to stay on and meet anyone, not unless you want to," her 
visitor said persuasively, "and it would be such a help to me. I'd be 
tremendously grateful, really I would. Please say you will." 

"Of course I will!" Sheila said warmly, impulsively, her generous nature 
touched by the thought of the poor girl having to cope with all the 
arrangements by herself. "What exactly would you like me to do?" 

"That's great! Just great! You're a darling!" Crystal enthused. "I'm so 
sorry your husband can't make the party," she went on with feigned regret, 
"but this way we'll have the chance to gossip and get to know each other a 
little while we work. It's just a question of laying out the glasses and 
arranging the canapes and all that. I used to have the delicatessen do them 
for me, but my dear, the price these days! You wouldn't believe it! I 
figured I'd rather handle the whole thing myself than pay through the nose 
like that!" 

"I'm sure you're right," Sheila said. "What time would you like me to come?" 
After all, she thought to herself, it might be quite a lot of fun. She got 
bored sometimes when Frank was away ... and in any case she should be back 
home before he made his usual evening telephone call. 

"I'm taking the day off from the office," Crystal said. "Tell you what- why 
not come over around noon and have lunch with me? Then we can relax and talk 
first, and do the party chores afterwards." 

Five minutes later, walking slowly back across the sunlit lawn, she smiled 
secretly to herself and thought: Round One to me! Now we shall see what 
little Miss Too-good-to-be-true makes of a real fuck by another man!.... 

* * * 

It rained on the morning of the party, a thin drizzle gusting in from the 
ocean that blotted out the city sprawling below them and rolled towards the 
mountains like drifts of gray cottonwool. Just before noon. Sheila shrugged 
into a shiny black raincoat, tied her long dark hair up in a bandana, and 
ran across to her neighbor's house. 

Crystal, like the young brunette, was dressed in jeans and an old sweater, 
though her face was as carefully made-up as ever. She greeted the girl 
enthusiastically and insisted that she have a drink before sitting down to a 
lunch of steak, salad, and waffles with maple syrup. At two o'clock they 
began cleaning the place up and fixing the furniture, and by four they were 
in the blonde's big modern kitchen preparing to attack the canapes. There 
would be about forty guests, Crystal said, so there was a lot to do. 

For the next hour and a half generalized conversation ceased as the two of 
them methodically reduced the contents of grocery sacks and foil-wrapped 
containers of delicacies, threading olives, pearl onions and cubes of cheese 
on cocktail sticks, rolling up strips of smoked salmon and stuffing them 
with bechamel, arranging truffled pate on squares of toast. But at last 
everything was done: bottles and glasses were stacked along the bar, the 
trays of food were distributed around the lounge, sausages and patties ready 
for heating by the cooker. Crystal placed a sprig of parsley in the center 
of a huge dish of Guaymas prawns garnished with mayonnaise, and stood back 
to survey their handiwork. 

"Well, I think that's just about it!" she panted. "I can't tell you how 
grateful I am, Sheila: I'd never have been able to handle it all on my own. 
Now, what do you say to a drink? I sure think we earned one!" 

The dark-haired young wife pushed a damp tendril of hair back in place under 
her bandana and flopped into a chair. "Thank you, that would be nice," she 
agreed breathlessly. "Something long and cool, if you have it." 

"I know just the thing," Crystal said. "It'll make you feel like a new 
girl!" She went to a wall cupboard and took down an unlabeled bottle half 
full of a pale greenish liquid. Then, dropping three large ice cubes into a 
tumbler, she poured in a generous measure and topped up the glass with 
water. 

"What's that?" Sheila asked curiously, watching the contents of the tumbler 
turn milky and opaque. "Pernod?" 

"A kind of Pernod," the blonde career girl affirmed. "It's imported." She 
re-corked the bottle and left it on the table, splashing three fingers of 
scotch into a shot glass for herself. Sipping the fiery liquor slowly, she 
watched her young guest out of the corner of her eye. The bottle, which had 
been smuggled in from Nassau, in fact contained pure absinthe, that 
multiple-strength distillate of pastis now outlawed everywhere in the world 
except Spain and the Bahamas. 

Sheila sniffed the drink experi mentally, swallowed a small amount, and then 
took a large gulp of the pearly fluid. "Mmmmmm! You're right: it is 
refreshing!" she said. She had tasted Pernod once or twice at the home of 
Frank's parents in Massachusetts, and this was very similar- the same 
licorice flavor, the same smooth coolness as it went down, the same gentle 
afterglow that spread subtly through you after you had swallowed it. Really, 
it didn't taste like strong liquor at all; there was none of that raw, 
burning effect you got with scotch or brandy or vodka! She took another 
large gulp. The rain had stopped but the sky was still overcast and the 
early evening air was close and heavy with humidity. Was it the brooding 
atmosphere or the work they had done that made her feel so thirsty? Glancing 
out the window at the leaves of a cherry tree hanging motionless in the 
somber light, she drained her glass and set it back on the table. 

"My, that was good!" she enthused. "I really needed it!" 

"Have another, do," Crystal offered, reaching for the bottle. 

"Oh no, really, thank you. I guess I ought to be thinking of getting back." 

"Ah, come on, honey! It's the least I can do for you after all your help! 
Besides, I hate drinking alone- and we've plenty of time: nobody'll be here 
until at least seven thirty," the glamorous blonde urged, pouring herself 
another scotch and holding the absinthe bottle questioningly over Sheila's 
glass. 

"Well, perhaps ... just a small one." 

Frank's call wouldn't come through until eight, the young wife reflected; 
she had nothing else to do; and it was pleasant sitting here suffused with 
the satisfying feeling of work well done, talking to her sophisticated new 
friend. There was, as Crystal said, plenty of time.... 

"Tell me about the people you have coming tonight," she said. "Oh no- that's 
quite enough! Please!" But the glass was already refilled to the brim. 

"Well, there'll be Hal Schaeffer and Gordon Grimley from P.N.P.," her 
hostess replied. "You know, the two whizz-kid producers who cleaned up on 
that South Sea Island movie nobody else would touch. And Davy Harnett and 
Alice Mandel of Elektra. A couple of television directors. A gang of boys 
and girls in public relations. One or two actors and actresses ... some 
newspaper people ... oh, and Nikitina Ravel, that new Polish girl. She's an 
awful cow, but she is nice to look at. Nils Bergstrom said he'd look in with 
Honey Bunch and Freddie Harrington ... " 

"Freddie Harrington!" Sheila interrupted excitedly. "Isn't he the new man 
that won the Oscar...?" 

"For his performance in Magic Moon? Yes, that's the guy," Crystal nodded. 
"Though if you ask me it should have gone to the director! Here- have a 
cigarette." She opened a small Mexican silver box and handed it across the 
table. There were only three or four cigarettes inside, and they looked kind 
of battered- which was odd, since Crystal had been rather finicky about 
checking that there were fresh cartons distributed all over the house. 
Perhaps she wanted to keep the unopened packs for the guests. Absently, 
Sheila took one and placed it between her lips. 

"Is it true about Freddie Harrington and that girl?" she asked curiously, as 
inquisitive as anyone to hear the latest movie gossip. 

"Honey? As true as anything in this business," Crystal said with a cynical 
laugh. "Which means not true at all. No, that's just a columnist's romance 
to keep the fans happy. One of the things folks like me are paid to arrange. 
Freddie's a fairy like most of the rest of them." She thumbed a lighter into 
flame and stretched her arm across the table. 

The young brunette leaned forward and lit her cigarette. "Oh, I am 
disappointed!" she pouted. "He looked so rugged and handsome in that 
picture!" She dragged in a lungful of smoke and coughed. The cigarette 
tasted kind of different: it had a sweetish, aromatic flavor that was not 
disagreeable, yet it was unlike anything she had smoked before. "What a 
funny taste!" she exclaimed. 

"They're Mexican," her hostess said briefly. "Makes a change from the usual 
Chesterfield-Lucky routine. No- I'm afraid life's full of disappointments 
once you're on the inside in this business! Most of the beefcake stars are 
fags. If you really want to know who Freddie Harrington goes to bed with, 
you'd have to go down to Siegi's Club on a Saturday night. Except, of 
course, they wouldn't let a female in ... " 

Her voice droned on as Sheila sipped her drink and puffed at her cigarette. 
Really, it was very pleasant sitting here listening to the small talk and 
scandal of the movie and television world. Crystal was such a nice person. 
She was lucky to have such a beautiful and sophisticated neighbor. Why on 
earth couldn't Frank see beyond the brittle facade she was obliged to raise 
on account of the business she was in? ... Frank! The phone call! ... 
Guiltily the young wife glanced at her watch. It was okay. There was still 
plenty of time, plenty of time.... 

She tried to concentrate on what Crystal was saying. Something about the way 
publicists could rig nominations for an Oscar, wasn't it? But the curvaceous 
blonde's voice was behaving oddly: one moment it would fade away until 
Sheila could hardly hear it at all, and the next it was so loud that it 
almost hurt her ears! Also- and this was very bewildering!- although she 
could understand perfectly every word that her hostess said, she couldn't 
seem to remember, from sentence to sentence, what had been said immediately 
before. The effect was to leave her in a strange kind of isolation, marooned 
with a single meaningless remark at any one time. 

She shook her head and took a deep drag on her cigarette in an attempt to 
clear her brain. But the brackish, sweet-smelling smoke only gave her a dry 
throat, so she gulped down another mouthful of her drink- and found to her 
surprise that she had finished the glass! Was that the second or the third 
she had had? Dimly she recalled the bottle being tilted over her glass ... 
but how many times? Really she felt rather queer ... almost as if ... as if 
... yes, that was it! As if she was a little tipsy! 

But that couldn't be, she thought confusedly. She'd only had a couple and it 
was such an innocuous flavor, not like real liquor at all! Crystal's face 
was floating in a void several miles away on the far side of the table. The 
mouth opened and closed but Sheila could hear no words. There was a bell 
ringing in her head. Frank's call? No- she had just looked. There was plenty 
of time. 

"Well, I guess it's time for me to go and change," Crystal shouted-or at 
least it seemed as if she was shouting. Her voice was very loud. She was 
standing up, but her body was swaying from side to side in an alarming 
manner. She must be drunk! Sheila thought. It was extraordinary that she 
didn't fall down, revolving around the room like that! "Would you like to 
come into the bedroom and help me decide what to wear?" she yelled. 

"Of course," the inebriated brunette croaked. "Be glad to." She pushed back 
her chair and got up. There was a thunderous clattering noise which 
reverberated in her ears. Astonished, she spun around and looked behind her. 
Was there going to be another earthquake? No- that would be San Francisco, 
and here she was in L.A. But what was that chair doing, lying on its back on 
the floor? She screwed up her eyes and tried to concentrate. 

Crystal swooped on the ashtray to recover the stub of the marijuana 
cigarette she had given to her-unsuspecting guest, and dropped it in the 
trash can. Then she flashed a smile over her shoulder, opened the door and 
headed for the bedroom. 

Sheila took a step forward to follow her and- it was the most extraordinary 
thing!- her foot went right through the marble-tiled floor as if it was made 
of cottonwool! The doorway whisked to one side and spiraled up above her 
head, carrying Crystal with it. The walls of the kitchen revolved. And the 
floor rose up behind her and hit her on the head! 

She was lying on her back on a bed, staring up the huge perspective of a 
naked female thigh. Her head was aching, but it didn't hurt where the floor 
had hit her: it hurt behind the eyes. At the top of the thigh there was a 
limitless forest of pale golden pubic hair split in the middle by a thin 
stretch of coral pink vaginal flesh. Beyond the forest two immense moons 
tipped with rose-red mountains floated in the sky. And above the moons, a 
long, long way away, the face of Crystal Brent gazed pensively at an endless 
row of brightly colored gowns hanging in a closet that slanted up into the 
night. The mouth in the face opened. 

"Help me decide what to wear," Crystal's voice pleaded. 

"Of course. Be glad to...." Was that Sheila's own voice replying? Or had she 
just imagined that she had spoken? In any case, hadn't she heard that line 
before somewhere? 

Thousands of white teeth flashed in the sky as the tallest blonde in the 
world smiled. "I'll just close the drapes. You never know with Peeping 
Toms," she said. 

Her hand reached out to pull a tasseled cord hanging by the window ... and 
two black blinds rolled down over Sheila's eyes to blot out the world. 

 CHAPTER THREE 

Crystal hurried out of the bathroom, pink and tingling from her shower. In 
the softly-lit bedroom, the drunken, drugged young brunette from next door 
still lay on her back on the bed with her eyes closed. The scheming blonde 
chuckled to herself. The kid had passed out cold! She just didn't know what 
had hit her! Probably unused to strong liquor and never smoked a joint in 
her life! Laying out a backless halter-neck cocktail dress in scarab green, 
she wondered how best she could make use of the situation: she'd had no 
specific plan- she was simply determined that the little innocent's ideas 
should be shaken up a little so she could use her to advantage later ... She 
shrugged out of her damp bathrobe and let it slide to the floor, glancing at 
the antique French clock on the night table. It was five of seven, not long 
before the first guests would be arriving. 

Sheila stirred on the bed, twisting her head from side to side as an 
inarticulate small cry forced itself between her lips. Abruptly she sat up, 
blinking her eyes against the light. "Wha' happen'?" she mumbled thickly. "I 
can't 'member ... So'thing hi' me ... onna head!" 

"You- uh- I guess you must have fainted," Crystal said with a hypocritical 
smile. "I must have worked you too hard. I'm so sorry, honey." 

"My head hurts." 

"You hit it when you fell down. 

You poor thing! It's all my fault. I shouldn't have let you do so much ... 
maybe you're not used to drinking so early in the day ... my dear, I shall 
never forgive myself!" 

Suddenly Sheila began to cry. "Everything keeps on going around and around 
and around," she whimpered. "What's happened to me? I'm f-f-frightened!" 

Her shoulders shook with sobs. Repressing a smile, the naked blonde crossed 
to the bed and sat down beside her, murmuring soothing words of comfort as 
she put an arm around the young wife's shaking waist, drawing Sheila close 
to her so that the dark head dropped bewilderedly on her bare shoulder. 
Gently, hypnotically, she began stroking the younger woman's back, noting 
the involuntary ripple of sensuality that coursed through the drug-crazed 
brunette's curvaceous frame as her hands touched her with lascivious 
expertise. 

"There, honey, there!" she murmured. "Don't you worry. Everything is going 
to be all right. You'll be fine after you've had a little rest ... Now why 
don't we get these tight clothes off you and slip you in between the sheets 
for a while? ... Come on, let Crystal help you!...." Deftly, she eased the 
sweater over the sobbing young wife's head and unfastened the waistband of 
her jeans. 

Her eyes screwed up tight against the advancing and receding shapes of 
furniture, her alcohol and drug-fogged mind a chaos of confusion, Sheila 
suffered herself mutely to be undressed. She had forgotten about the party, 
Frank's telephone call, his suspicions of their blonde neighbor ... 
every-thing was forgotten in the blessed relief that someone was looking 
after her, someone kind and gentle and caring was smoothing away the 
distress. She could let go and relax, secure in the knowledge that she was 
in good hands, that the worries besieging her reeling brain would be taken 
care of.... 

Crystal unhooked the strap of the tipsy girl's brassiere and slid the cups 
from the lush fullness of her breasts. Then, with a single practiced 
movement, she drew off jeans and sheer nylon panties down her legs and 
dropped them to the floor beside the bed. Sheila was lying naked and 
trembling before her! 

Slowly the scheming bachelor girl eased herself onto the bed until she was 
lying full length beside the distraught brunette. Still murmuring 
meaningless words of comfort, she began to stroke tenderly up and down 
Sheila's arms ... from wrist to shoulder, from shoulder to wrist and back 
again, on and on with infinite patience and subtlety. 

The intoxicated young wife lay in a daze of sensual bliss. The narcotic 
fumes of the drug still blurring her senses shut out everything but the 
impressions of the moment. Her husband, her home, her principles, every 
moral scruple she had ever had, all were obliterated in the tactile pleasure 
of the fingers so skillfully caressing her, making her feel better. Her head 
had stopped aching now that she was lying down, and the room no longer 
whirled around her reeling head. Almost of their own volition, her hands 
rose up from the covers and began, timidly at first and then with increasing 
assurance, to return the caresses. Her reeling mind was capable of only one 
thought at a time- and the thought that filled it now was one of gratitude: 
the full-breasted, naked blonde beside her was being nice to her, had 
smoothed away her hurt and was giving her pleasure. Surely the least she 
could do was to give pleasure in return? 

Dazedly, she started to run her hands shyly over the voluptuous bachelor 
girl's body, thrilling to the silky smoothness of her skin. Her exploring 
fingers centered on the resilient mounds of Crystal's thrusting breasts, and 
a shiver of delight rippled spontaneously through her as she felt the soft 
flesh quiver under her touch. With pleasure and a kind of naive curiosity, 
the inexperienced young wife massaged the two ripely swelling globes, 
charmed at the way the nipples contracted and grew hard as she stroked 
teasingly at them with her fingertips. 

Crystal herself was playing the whole scene by ear. She was no stranger to 
physical relationships between women. Besides being aware that it always 
turned men on to see two chicks making it together, she considered it a 
perfectly normal and healthy adjunct to her own active heterosexual life, 
and she'd indulged in Lesbian affairs more than once when gaps had occurred 
in the procession of men who came to her bed. If this green kid from next 
door was going to react the way she hoped ... well, she would take it from 
there! Transferring her hands from Sheila's arms to the pliant curve of her 
waist, she drew the girl closer to her and murmured: "Mmmmmmm! That's 
lovely, honey! So good when you tease my titties, so good, so gooood!" 

The befuddled brunette was pleased that she was able to give her ravishing 
new friend such happiness. How strange it was to be touching another female 
body like this! Vaguely she was aware that society found such things sinful. 
But how could anything so delightful be sinful? How could it be wrong when 
it obviously gave so much pleasure? 

It seemed the most natural thing in the world when the bewitching 
ministrations of the naked blonde's hands were supplemented by equally 
tender caresses from her lips and warmly moistened tongue. Sheila shivered 
ecstatically as the soft mouth kissed and licked her with tantalizing 
insistence in the hollows of her neck. 

Crystal allowed her skilled hands to travel sensually over the younger 
woman's smooth, sensitive flesh, playfully teasing her resilient, nakedly 
thrusting breasts until they were as taut and goose-pimply as her own. Then, 
winding her arms around the tensely quivering figure of her young neighbor, 
she held her close as their warmly aroused bodies writhed slowly together in 
a daze of erotic desire, their parted lips searching for and finding each 
other in a wetly clinging kiss. While their tongues teased hotly together in 
mutual affection, the voluptuous career girl realized that although her 
motives for seducing Sheila were based purely on a perverse determination to 
shock and outrage the innocent brunette, she was nevertheless experiencing a 
kind of excitement that she hadn't felt for years! Her body was responding 
to the young wife's touch in a way that was almost magical.... 

"Oh, honey," she moaned as they playfully squirmed their softly trembling 
breasts together, "this feels so good! I hope it's good for you too ... " 

"God, yes!" the intoxicated young girl replied involuntarily. "It's ... it's 
beautiful!" 

Astonished by the fervor of Sheila's reaction, Crystal suddenly disengaged 
herself and knelt up on the bed beside the quivering brunette's nakedly 
prone form. "You're so lovely!" she murmured huskily ... and she bent down, 
extending her long pink tongue, and began to lick the now wildly excited 
body of the sensually squirming young wife. Her own ripe flesh was quivering 
with pleasure as she enclosed the warm red oval of her lips around each 
bud-like nipple on the girl's breasts and sucked them into rubbery erection 
while Sheila moaned and sighed beneath her. 

Frank's wife lay back, utterly enchanted, as her new friend, whom she liked 
so much, drew the sensitive shafts of flesh into her mouth while the fingers 
of one hand danced lightly over Sheila's inner thighs. There was a kind of 
maternalism, a wonderful outpouring of love and affection exuding from the 
older woman that seemed to answer some instinctive and basic need in the 
perplexed brunette. Her heart began to beat faster as Crystal slowly spread 
her willing legs, and she moaned with pleasure as the nakedly kneeling 
blonde placed her hand gently against the pulsing slit of her vaginal mouth. 
Her loins began to throb with warmth ... and she could feel herself growing 
involuntarily wet with anticipation. 

Gradually, Crystal moved her golden head downward, allowing her flickering 
tongue to blaze a thrilling trail across the velvety plane of Sheila's 
nakedly trembling belly. Finally her adventurous mouth reached the sparse, 
silky curls of Sheila's pubic hair- and as the trembling brunette jerked 
convulsively at the salacious contact, she moved to kneel between her now 
even wider splayed legs. Her own wetly excited cunt was throbbing with 
desire now, and her sensually vibrant body tingled with anticipation and 
lust. 

Tenderly, she lowered her face toward Sheila's pinkly glistening pussy. A 
warm female odor wafted up to her flared nostrils, increasing her desire to 
the point where she was fairly shivering with passion. But she resisted the 
impulse to go too fast: the kid might be stoned out of her mind, yet she was 
still as green as a hickory stick; one false move now could blow the whole 
scene! 

With infinite care, she concentrated her attention on Sheila's lewdly 
upturned cuntal slit, placing her thumbs gently on the soft, curl-fringed 
cushions of flesh to spread them slowly apart. Then she lowered her face 
toward the nakedly throbbing folds, hot flashes of obscene desire rippling 
through her sultry body as she darted her slippery tongue suddenly up and 
down the full length of the passion-slickened, wildly quivering furrow. 

The lascivious contact of Crystal's tongue with her wetly tremoring pussy 
jolted a moan of erotic delight from the girl. Warm shudders of passion 
began to surge through her lithe body and an electric excitement speared 
through her loins. Soon the salaciously probing tongue found the hot, 
throbbing bud of her clitoris and the redly ovaled lips closed around it, 
gently sucking and teasing the tiny rubbery shaft into quivering erection. 
Involuntarily the obscenely writhing young wife gasped in delight. 

"Ooooooooggggggghhhhhhhh!" she mewled ecstatically. "Aaaahhh, darling!" 

Working her way down from the turgidly pulsating bud, the love-hungry older 
woman lapped her flicking tongue along the wetly fluted edges of Sheila's 
pouting vaginal slit- then abruptly stiffened it and drove the tip upward 
into her scalding cuntal depths. 

The stoned brunette cried out in delight as her aroused young body began to 
respond feverishly to the naked blonde's artful tongue-fucking. Her heart 
thudded furiously in her heaving chest as Crystal drove her hot tongue 
deeper and deeper into the smooth wet walls of her eagerly dilated cunt to 
send bolts of blazing rapture through her loins like a hot fan of pleasure 
unfolding inside her belly. She could hardly believe how wonderful it felt! 

"Yesssssss!" she cried wildly as Crystal slavered and licked and sucked, and 
drove her tongue stiffly up into the depths of her eagerly clasping vagina. 
"I love it! I love it- licking me that way!" 

Savagely, she ground her hips and naked vagina up to meet the avidly lapping 
blonde's lustily probing mouth with mounting abandon, grasping her female 
lover's head with both hands and pressing it down lewdly into her hungrily 
throbbing pussy. A single thought percolated through the haze of marijuana 
and alcohol fogging her mind: She wanted more! More! More! Frantically she 
ground her loins upward against the sucking blonde's hotly slaving mouth, 
mewling like some wild creature in heat. 

Crystal felt quite giddy with triumph as the desire-crazed young wife 
writhed in mindless delight under her feverish hot lips while they sucked 
greedily on the moist, succulent folds of her seething cunt. Kneading the 
soft warmth of Sheila's whitely rounded buttocks with one hand, she worked 
the other down between her own legs to play with her wildly tingling 
clitoris while she fucked her tongue in and out of the warm, wet pussy 
depths of her neighbor's wife. 

The nakedly writhing brunette had lost all sense of time and place: nothing 
existed for her any more in the drug-hazed limbo where she floated but the 
relentless lips and tongue whose maddening assault on her cunt was setting 
her belly on fire. Twisting her dark head mindlessly on the pillows, she 
opened her own mouth and cried with an involuntary surge of desire: 
"Crystal! Darling! Let me ... let me suck you too! ... " 

The ravishing blonde jerked her face away from Sheila's lust-drenched pussy 
and stared at her. The girl was begging her to go all the way, wanting to 
give as well as to get! And the scheming bachelor girl certainly wasn't 
going to refuse her! A sly smile played over her sensual lips as she slowly 
swung around on the bed, straddled Sheila's head with her knees, then gently 
eased her blonde-fringed cunt mouth downward as her head sank once more 
between the lust-fired young wife's trembling, widespread legs.... 

* * * 

Hal Schaeffer, the film producer, lounged indolently against the driving 
door of the Eldorado as he swung into the service road leading to the 
development and lurched the big convertible back to the right side of the 
street. He'd been drinking since four o'clock and the liquor was beginning 
to hit him now as the fresh air buffeted his face. He was supposed to have 
picked up Gordon Grimley, his co-producer, somewhere along the way, but he 
was fucked if he could remember where. Well, Grimley could find his own way 
to the goddamn party. Why the hell had he insisted that they come all the 
way out to this lousy neck of the woods? Who in Christ's name would be there 
that could do them any good? 

Swinging the Cadillac from side to side as he scanned the gateposts for the 
street numbers, he cursed Crystal Brent for living so far out of the usual 
Beverly Hills rut. No wonder the little tramp had to flaunt her tail all 
over town if she expected guys to throw it to her all the way out here! 
Locating the house at last, he braked the car to a halt and clambered out- a 
tall, fleshy man with dark, curly hair and a drink-flushed face. 

Staggering up the driveway, his unbuttoned fawn vicuna topcoat flapping in 
the moist breeze blowing off the ocean below, Schaeffer looked at the facade 
in surprise. Only a couple of the windows had lights in them; there were no 
cars parked outside; no waves of conversation and laughter crashed on the 
dark shore of the night. Jesus- it was tonight, wasn't it, this fucking 
party? Maybe he was early for once in his life! He attempted to push back 
his cuff and look at his watch, but gave up the attempt and reeled toward 
the porch. The bitch had better have a drink ready for him after he'd driven 
about six thousand miles to attend her goddamn shindig!.... 

The front door was unlocked and he opened it and went inside. He was about 
to open his mouth and yell for attention when he heard the choked guttural 
noises that were coming from a half open door at the end of the hallway. 
Curious, he tiptoed forward and peered into the room. 

His heavy jaw dropped and his eyes goggled at the sight that met his 
startled gaze. Two naked chicks on a bed, locked tightly together in a 
sixty-nine position, their hands clawing the salaciously grinding flesh of 
each other's ass-cheeks while they sucked and slavered at each other's naked 
cunts like hungry hyenas! 

Jesus! Schaeffer thought. If I'd known it was that kind of a party, I 
wouldn't of drunk so much first! Fascinated, he stared at the two lewdly 
squirming women. It was apparent from the mounting intensity of their 
movements and their fevered breathing that they were on the verge of cumming 
like crazy: the obscene tangle of limbs and wet slippery sucking and licking 
noises were fairly seething with passion! 

The one on top, he could see now, was Crystal. He hadn't known she went for 
other women! It was something he could profitably use to his advantage some 
other time. The one underneath- well, he couldn't see too much of her. She 
was a brunette, judging from the color of the soaking hair on her heaving 
cunt. And she was stacked, there was no doubt about that: he could see the 
taut swell of one luscious tit bulging under the weight of the Brent bitch's 
fleshy hips! As he shifted his position to see better, the dark chick 
wrenched her lips away from Crystal's pussy and screamed out: 
"Oooooooogggghhhh! ... I'm cumming! ... Oh, Crystal, darling: Lick it 
faster, I'm cumming, I'm cumming!" 

"So am I, baby!" the obscenely undulating blonde choked into the other's 
obscenely threshing loins. "Oh, Jesus, honey- so am I!" 

The two naked female bodies arched convulsively up off the bed, locked 
furiously together as their bellies shuddered wildly in a lewd spasming 
climax. Then, as at last they collapsed in a satiated heap of sweating 
flesh, their faces still pressed tightly up between each others open thighs, 
Hal Schaeffer shrugged out of his topcoat, dropped it to the floor, and 
strode into the room unzipping his fly. 

"Is this a private little party?" he inquired with a leering smile. "Or can 
anyone join in? ... " 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

For the rest of her life, Sheila Miller could never remember exactly in what 
order the stupefying events of the night of Crystal's party occurred. There 
were great gaps in her memory which she could not account for- gaps which 
seemed to start from about the time she had sat down with the voluptuous 
blonde to sip that refreshing drink. Some of the things that had happened to 
her, on the other hand, remained in her mind with horrifying clarity. She 
remembered the shattering effect of the orgasm induced in her by the lewd 
ministrations of the older woman's obscenely probing tongue ... the shock 
that spiraled crazily up her spine to the base of her skull to burst there 
like a child's firework rocket, showering pinpoints of ecstasy over her 
whole naked body. She remembered wondering in a flash of sanity what could 
be happening to her: she had never felt so wickedly wanton in her life! It 
was even more deliriously exciting than her nightly sessions with her 
husband, Frank! 

After that, things became confused and fuzzy again. There seemed to be a man 
in the room, a big dark man with curly hair whom she had never seen before. 
What could he be doing there? How could her kind and gentle new friend have 
permitted him to intrude on so intimate an occasion? Her mind already fogged 
by drink and drugs, confused by the moral implications of her lovemaking 
with another woman- and, even more, by the knowledge that she had actually 
enjoyed it, exulted in it!- she was unable to cope with the problem and 
another period of blankness intervened. After that there was nothing but 
wild horrifying sex and humiliating pleasure.... 

The next thing she remembered, she was opening her aching eyes to see the 
man kneeling on the end of the bed between her still obscenely spread legs. 
He was naked- Dear God, how could that be?- his flushed face twisted into a 
lustful smirk and his thick, erect penis jutting out from his hairy loins 
like the shaft of a heavy, blunt spear. The veins marbling the underside of 
it were gnarled and hard; the purplish, sperm-bloated head was already 
protruding wickedly from the stretched foreskin.... 

Sheila was suddenly terrified. What was she doing here in this evil house? 
The stranger was going to get on top of her and fuck her, she knew it! He 
was going to plunge that iron-hard, massively throbbing staff deep into the 
trembling depths of her belly! She had to get away ... fast! But even as she 
struggled ineffectually to sit up, something extraordinary happened: her 
tongue-fucked loins began involuntarily shuddering with desire once more! 
God Almighty, what she had already experienced hadn't been enough! Demons of 
forbidden and unwanted lust were beginning to dance with ever-increasing 
fury about the pinkly trembling lips of her seething cunt! She wanted still 
more! Something more substantial! A man's cock fucking deep up inside her!!! 

But the moral principles by which she had been raised were too deeply buried 
in her consciousness to be discarded without a fight. As her betraying eyes 
locked greedily on the stiffly throbbing rod, her voice was already 
frantically crying: "No! Please! ... I don't want ... Don't do it to me, 
please!" 

Hal Schaeffer grinned. Massaging the loose skin of his cock fiercely up and 
down the lust-hardened shaft, he shuffled forward and pinned her splayed 
thighs to the bed with his knees. Desperately the frightened young wife 
tried again to sit up, levering her body half upright on her elbows. "No!" 
she screamed for the second time. "Please don't! ... Crystal! Help me! Help 
me, please! ... " 

And that was the most horrifying thing of all. For in answer to her plea, 
two slender arms appeared from behind her; strong fingers clamped themselves 
around her wrists; and she fell helplessly back on the bed as her hands were 
dragged forcefully above her head! "Go on, Hal!" Crystal's voice, grown 
suddenly hard, said from behind Sheila's head. "Give it to her! Fuck the 
innocent little bitch silly!" 

The defenselessly pinioned young wife went cold with shock. She was 
completely numbed by the unexpected betrayal. Could this person holding her 
down against her will, the owner of that cold and sadistic voice urging the 
monster at the foot of the bed to ravage her nakedly helpless body, be the 
same sweet and sympathetic friend in whose arms she had found such delight 
only a few minutes before? Her world, drug-dimmed and liquor-crazed as it 
was, was turned upside down once more! 

Supporting his weight on one hand, the drunken producer leaned slowly 
forward and guided the bulbous head of his cock, now glistening wetly with 
seminal fluid, toward the gaping, hair-fringed lips of the terrified young 
brunette housewife's hotly trembling cunt. 

"Oh, no! Please don't! Noooooooo! I've never done it with anyone but my 
husband before!!!" 

As the hard, rubbery tip nudged against the sensitive folds of her pink 
young cunt-flesh, Sheila jerked and twitched against Crystal's imprisoning 
grasp, moaning out her desperation between fear-clenched teeth as she tried 
fruitlessly to wriggle free. His features contorted by a triumphant smile, 
Schaeffer parted the softly curling pubic hair with the tip and teased the 
lust-swollen head of his pulsating cock between her moistly glistening pussy 
lips. 

He flexed his hips and pushed. 

"No! Oh, God, please no! No! Don't put it in me! Pleeeeez don't!!!" The 
struggling young wife's head flailed from side to side between her tightly 
pinioned arms, her eyes frozen in stunned disbelief that this could actually 
be happening to her, that a perfect stranger was going to ravish her right 
here in front of her next door neighbor. 

Her vaginal walls still wetly slippery up inside with her own secretions and 
the saliva from Crystal's recently slavering mouth, smoothly accepted the 
tip of the massively rigid shaft. She shivered and jerked as the naked man 
above her drew a deep breath and then thrust his powerful hips up between 
her wide held thighs with all his force. 

"Aaaaaaggggghhhhh! You ... you ... you're splitting meeee open!!!" 

The violated young wife screamed, thrashing wildly from side to side as she 
writhed her hips in a vain attempt to evade the brutal impalement that was 
sending flaming tongues of agony scorching through her belly. The stranger's 
penis was too big! It was splitting her apart! But her struggles only served 
to embed the thickly raping rod of flesh more deeply in the tight hot tunnel 
of her cunt. Her pelvic muscles locked solid and she arched her hips 
convulsively off the bed as the hotly skewering cock plowed ferociously up 
the wetly clasping passage. Then Schaeffer's pelvis thudded with a heavy 
lewd smacking sound up against Sheila's hair-cushioned pubic mound and his 
cum-packed testicles slapped harshly into the moist crevice of her 
wide-split buttocks below. He was home ... buried right up to the hilt in 
the tender young wife's cock-plundered pussy! 

As she sobbed and gasped, squirming and struggling against her ravishment, 
he arched his own hips, slowly withdrawing the raping penis until only the 
head was up within the defensively clutching mouth of her cunt. "Christ, but 
it's tight in there!" he panted. "Either her old man's under-endowed or she 
takes it up the ass most of the time!" Then, tensing the muscles of his 
buttocks, he thrust the whole rigid length of his huge throbbing cock 
relentlessly back up inside the wetly accepting depths of her belly. 

For the fourth time Sheila cried out. But her scream was less protesting and 
less wild than before. As the man began a slow, teasing, in-and-out rocking 
movement of his hips, plunging and withdrawing the hardened staff of his 
penis, she gradually became accustomed to the thick pole of flesh inflexibly 
wedging apart her tender vaginal walls. 

Behind and above her. Crystal's breath was hissing between her teeth. "Go 
on, Hal!" she urged sadistically. "Give it to her! Ram it into her! Fuck 
that cock so far up the little bitch that she can taste it!" 

Panting with lustful excitement, Shaeffer increased the speed and power of 
his thrusts. His groin slammed rhythmically down against Sheila's 
cock-splayed loins, the thickly hardened staff fucking in and out of her now 
twice ravaged young pussy wildly as her spread-eagled body jerked and 
shuddered under the fury of his assault. 

Slowly the mewling sobs tearing at the distressed brunette's laboring lungs 
altered in tone and quality. Now that the initial shock of her ravishment 
had passed- and with it the numbing realization of Crystal's perfidy- the 
unbidden flickers of lustful arousal that had originally seethed through her 
belly were free to stab her nerves again with mounting intensity. Her hot 
young cunt was aflame once more with wanton desire as the naked movie man 
fucked his lewdly impaling cock with ever-increasing force into the scalding 
wet depths of her vagina. The horror and fright were forgotten, the 
humiliation obliterated and the bestial violation she was suffering ignored: 
the devils of desire were dancing through her again, and the sole thought 
left in her passion-crazed mind was that he must go on forever and ever and 
ever.... 

But in fact he didn't go on at all! Quite suddenly he stopped! Then, slowly, 
tantalizingly, he withdrew the whole wet length of his stiffly spearing 
penis from the writhing brunette's wildly clasping cunt, pushed himself 
upright, and squatted back on his haunches, the gleaming wet staff jutting 
mockingly up from the tangle of dark hair at the base of his belly as he 
stared quizzically down at her. 

The intoxicated and desire-crazed young wife was dumbfounded. Why had he 
stopped? Couldn't he see that she wanted him to go on? He hadn't cum in her- 
so why had he so cruelly withdrawn from her just when she was at the height 
of enjoyment? Crystal had released her wrists some time ago. She pushed 
herself half upright and stared accusingly at him past the splayed length of 
her own body. "Why...?" she stammered. "Why did you...? Please ... " 

Hal Schaeffer grinned. He was enjoying himself. "Had enough cock, baby?" he 
taunted. "Or would you like a little more rammed up in that hot little cunt 
of yours?" 

"Please!" she gasped. "Oh, please...!" 

"You do want some more?" 

"Yes, oh God, yes! I want more!" the frustrated, bewildered young wife 
panted. 

Schaeffer smiled savagely. "Then beg me!" he grated. 

"Please do it to me again!" she closed her eyes in the abject humiliation of 
pleading with a complete stranger to do it to her like this. 

"Not like that. Beg me to fuck you. I like to hear women beg," he added to 
Crystal, who was now zipping her naked body into the scarab green cocktail 
dress, which molded itself to her pliant curves like a second skin. 

Women! The give-away word seared into Sheila's confused brain, sending 
perverse shafts of masochistic delight stabbing through her. That single 
word told the whole story: she was just one of a succession of women to this 
unknown man, a whore, a pick-up, a casual object to fuck as he wished to 
satisfy his animal desires and then cast aside! And paradoxically the 
thought aroused her more than ever. 

"All right, all right ... Fuck me! Please fuck me! Shove your big cock into 
my cunt and fuck me!" she groaned hoarsely, throwing herself back on the 
pillows and drawing up her knees wantonly to expose the whole of the wetly 
gaping slit of her pussy to his lustful gaze. 

"Just as you like, baby! Anything to oblige!" the big man chuckled 
complacently. "Okay-roll over onto your face and crawl up on your hands and 
knees! I wanna fuck you like the hot little bitch-in-heat you are!" 

Wonderingly, the cock-starved brunette obeyed. She no longer knew or cared 
what she was doing. The only thing that mattered now was to get that hard, 
hot penis back up inside her emptily yearning belly! She exulted in the 
final degradation of submitting to this stranger's obscene desires. Her body 
was his to use as he liked in his mindless quest for bestial satisfaction 
... a quest that would only end- must end- when he exploded his white-hot 
liquid lust far up inside her hungrily waiting vagina! 

Kneeling up behind her, Schaeffer shook with excitement. He could sense the 
turmoil of thoughts racing through the nakedly exposed young housewife's 
mind. If he wanted to score a home run and have her moaning and screaming 
for more, now was the time for subtlety and patience. The kid had passed the 
stage of submission to superior force, aided by the drink she had taken and 
a joint she had smoked according to Crystal. Now the conquest of her spirit 
and what remained of her self-respect must be attempted- and the weapons to 
use were caresses and tenderness. The switch should catch her off guard, 
however green she was ... and Crystal had told him she was green as grass 
when first she had urged him to have a go at it! But Schaeffer was 
confident. He knew; he'd done it to a lot of innocent young women before. 

Slowly, he leaned forward and traced a warm, wet kiss along the ridge of the 
nakedly kneeling brunette's spine. She groaned slightly and her back 
trembled at the moist contact of his lips. She'd be expecting the hard, 
violent thrust of his cock up between her legs. This would leave her 
wondering what the hell was happening, he grinned. Backing off, he ran his 
tongue tantalizingly down the full length of her back until he reached the 
tightly clenched crevice of her buttocks, quivering high up off the bed. 
Then, dropping his hands to her lushly rounded ass-cheeks, he pressed the 
twin globes of flesh gently outwards with his thumbs. 

As her muscles tensed again he eased off a little, still maintaining a 
constant teasing pressure, until the contracted flesh of her inner thighs 
tired and began to relax. His face was now level with the thin coral folds 
of her hungrily pulsating young pussy, and as he watched with gleaming eyes 
they parted slowly under the almost imperceptible outward pressure of his 
thumbs. He could see a slight moisture forming, glistening on the 
interfolded pink lips and the soft insides of her thighs as she allowed her 
buttocks to slip wider and wider apart in relaxation from tension and pain 
She had geared her mind to resist humiliation at first ... but she had been 
unprepared for the pleasure that had flooded her veins, and now the 
tenderness apparently being directed toward her disarmed her as much as it 
had with Crystal before. 

Schaeffer swallowed in eager anticipation as his gently but relentlessly 
pressing thumbs drew her ass-cheeks further and further apart. Then suddenly 
her soft, curl-fringed cunt mouth flowered open before his lascivious gaze 
and the moist inner flesh came provocatively into view, smooth and pink and 
faintly shining with her secretions. 

As Crystal winked at him and went reluctantly out of the room to prepare for 
her guests, he blew his hot breath softly up into her openly held pussy 
lips, making the desire-stoned brunette moan faintly and squirm her firm, 
full breasts sensuously down into the bed. She attempted to shift her hotly 
throbbing cunt back against his face but the pressure of his hands on her 
buttocks restrained her. She was quieter now, her movements prompted neither 
by fear nor the wish to escape but by the automatic reflexes stemming from 
the big man's touch on her flesh. In the relief that followed the 
disappearance of her fright- and her acceptance of the shaming knowledge 
that she had herself begged this total stranger to do this- her mind was 
prepared to forego its reasoning role and simply acquiesce ... acquiesce in 
that pleasure given her by the moist, feather-like, magical sensations that 
played so warmly and beguilingly around her loins. 

"Mmmmmmm!" she sighed, allowing her buttocks to relax in a comforting 
feeling of warmth and reassurance. Her pussy suddenly felt open and wet as 
it never had done before. She resisted no longer, moaning slightly as her 
ass-cheeks were pulled open wide, wide, until all of her hair-covered young 
vaginal furrow stood exposed and unprotected before Hal Schaeffer's 
salacious gaze. He chuckled knowingly to himself, realizing that he had won 
the battle, as the naked brunette's buttocks began slowly to rotate in front 
of his excited face, a lewd, unmistakable invitation to fuck her as he 
liked.... 

Thrusting his head forward, he planted his open mouth hard against the 
wetness of her thumb-spread cunt. Sheila squirmed convulsively at the 
unexpected contact and he tightened his hands on her ass-cheeks lest she 
tried to elude him. Then, with one quick, spearing rush, he lanced his 
tongue in between the warm fleshy folds of her pussy. 

She gasped at the unforeseen entry into her hot, wet cuntal passage. She had 
been expecting the stiff bulk of his penis reaming up into her belly, but 
this softer, more seductive pressure would do until the real thing came 
along! She screwed her ass hard back against the lustfully aroused movie 
producer's obscenely buried face. Her vaginal passage contracted, opening 
and closing like a gulping fish mouth around the long smooth length of the 
tongue swirling maddeningly up inside her. Her breath exploded in a series 
of small, quick gasps as Schaeffer pushed his mouth even harder against her 
wide-splayed loins, working his slavering lips over the whole of her 
tongue-spread cunt to suck and lick wildly as her buttocks gyrated 
uncontrollably around his face. 

"My God!" Crystal exclaimed, hurrying back into the room to fetch her 
cigarette lighter and goggle at the obscenely coupled pair on the bed. 
"Would you look at that hot little bitch screw her ass back on his face!" 
She stared for a minute in amazement and then left them alone again. 

Schaeffer increased the tempo of his tongue-fucking behind the lewdly 
kneeling young wife, slavering at her impaled pussy like a madman, his 
tongue plunging and withdrawing, plunging and withdrawing with a lewd 
sucking, sluicing noise that drowned out the continuous low moaning now 
drooling from Sheila's open mouth. 

Suddenly he withdrew his tongue from the scalding depths of her cuntal 
passage and located the erect little shaft of her clitoris, pushing his face 
further up between her wetly shuddering thighs as he sucked and teased it 
with his teeth while she writhed and churned her buttocks back against his 
face in a lust-inciting arabesque dance of desire. 

"Ooooooooooo! ... Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhh! Mmmmmmmmmm!" she chanted softly 
down into the bed, her mind and body alike completely out of control at the 
delicious sucking of her loins. Her cunt flowered open wider and wider of 
its own accord, its hot slippery wetness increasing with every wicked thrust 
of the film producer's tongue up into her wide-stretched hole. Jesus Christ! 
he thought excitedly. The little bitch was almost ready to cum! He could 
sense it from the abandoned tempo of her insanely squirming body ... and he 
knew it was time to plunge his cock back up into her hot little belly. He 
wanted to feel the clasp of that hotly sucking cunt throbbing around his own 
hardness when the innocent little suburbanite reached the orgasm that was so 
near now, wanted desperately to spurt his own boiling sperm deep up inside 
her in time with her wild gasping cries of fulfillment. His lust-expanded 
penis ached from the anticipation building deep in his cum-bloated testicles 
as he worked at her steaming loins with his salaciously punishing mouth. 

Panting with lecherous abandon, he hauled himself up to his knees and 
slotted his hips into the moistly glistening crevice back between her 
buttocks. Kneeling up behind the frenzied young wife, he held the rigidly 
pulsing shaft of his cock between his fingers with the hard, rubbery head 
poised outside her tight, elastic cuntal opening. With desire-crazed eyes, 
he watched the soft, wet pussy lips dilating and contracting hungrily ... 
nibbling hotly at it ... and then, with a groan of lustful satisfaction, he 
thrust the bulbous head fiercely in between the quivering layers of scalding 
vaginal flesh. 

"Uuuuuuuurrrrrggggghhhhh!" As Sheila felt her thighs and buttocks ruthlessly 
swept apart by Schaeffer's blood-engorged cock tunneling pitilessly up 
between her legs, she groaned half in pain and half in ecstasy and her whole 
body trembled and shook before the unexpected assault. 

But there was no respite from the raping pole of flesh skewering so 
remorselessly up into her open cunt from behind! The brutal intrusion into 
her cruelly split vagina grew and grew until she felt the sudden weight of 
strong, muscular loins crushing against her splayed ass-cheeks and the 
producer's hard, rubbery cock-head rammed up against the tenderly cushioned 
tip of her cervix far up inside her helplessly shuddering belly. 

"There ya go, baby!" Schaeffer hissed behind her. "It's buried all the way 
up in that hot little pussy of yours!" 

The helplessly kneeling brunette moaned faintly at his obscene words. Her 
back was beginning to ache from the contorted position she had held for so 
long; her ravished vagina felt as though it had been stretched beyond any 
possible relief. She tried to ease her position, clenching the muscles of 
her buttocks and inner thighs in an attempt to expel slightly the lewdly 
invading shaft. But her futile writhing only incited her ravisher more as 
her cuntal flesh clasped wetly and warmly around him, sucking at his hugely 
throbbing cock like a starved and teasingly expert mouth. Finally she 
compromised, folding her trembling arms and letting her head fall forward 
and down onto the pillows, her naked ass still waving high in the air. She 
was impaled like a helpless butterfly on his heavily punishing staff. 

Still kneeling behind her bent and subjugated body, the film producer 
grunted excitedly and began fucking in and out of her with long, smooth 
strokes. His strong hands grasped the rounded curves of her quivering hips, 
hauling the moist sheath of her wetly stretched vagina back and forth over 
the rigidly pulsating thickness of his penis as though he were thrusting a 
finger into a vaseline-filled rubber glove. Rotating her buttocks slightly, 
Sheila allowed herself to follow his rhythm, twisting and grinding her ass 
back voluntarily now against his pistoning penis as he thrust more and more 
fiercely into her. 

He rammed his brutally expanded cock into her with a savagery and a lustful 
frenzy that increased with every passing second at the sight of her 
shamefully doubled and obediently bucking body Her breathing had become one 
continuous groaning obbligato and pant to the rhythmic smacking of his 
muscular hips against her buttocks, her face twisted sideways on the pillows 
so that he was able to savor with lewdly gleaming eyes the effect he was 
having on her. 

Sheila's lips opened and closed, partly on a licentious erotic delight and 
partly in humiliation and shame at the uncontrollable feelings of wantonness 
that had carried her this far down the road to adultery and degradation. 

His pulses hammering wildly at the obscene spectacle of her soft young pussy 
lips locked so tightly around his deeply plunging cock and he could sense 
himself mounting irresistibly toward his climax. All the cum in his body 
seemed to be draining down to his heavily swaying testicles, shuddering his 
veins with tremors of liquid fire. It couldn't be long now, he thought: he 
just had to hold it back until this hot little bitch came before him! 

Fucking mercilessly up into her now greedily working cunt, he felt chills of 
lewd excitement ripple along his spine as Sheila suddenly tensed. Her back 
arched and her head came up from the pillows as her mouth opened and she 
gave vent to an animal scream. "Aaaaaaagggggghhhhhh! Oh God- I'm going to 
cum again! I'm going to cum again! ... Yes, I'm cumming, I'm cumming, I'm 
cuuuummmmmmmmmiiinnnnggg! she wailed frantically, her fists pounding on the 
covers, her belly shuddering convulsively as her whole body spasmed 
uncontrollably in the throes of her orgasm. 

The nakedly kneeling young housewife had never felt so debauched, so used, 
in her life as she ground her nakedly raised cunt savagely back on the 
obscenely impaling shaft of Schaeffer's cock and allowed herself to be borne 
away on the tempestuous tide of her release. 

"Oh yes! Give it to me! Ram it into me! Fuck me harder, harder, harder!...." 
she groaned in a wild, uncontrolled abandon that she had never before known 
even with her husband. 

There was a low grunt from behind her, and she felt her orgasmically 
quivering ass-cheeks swept even wider apart in one last loin-battering rush 
as the stranger, fucking mercilessly into her throughout her orgasm, speared 
his bursting penis as far as it would go up into her nakedly churning belly 
and spewed his hotly scalding semen far back against the hungrily absorbing 
walls of her womb. 

He moaned aloud with lustful satisfaction as his rampant sperm gushed out of 
his rhythmically pulsing cock-head to fill her vaginal passage in frantic, 
shuddering spurts. She could feel it squirting like a hotly burning liquid 
fire up into her from behind and filling the distended depths of her belly 
with its viscous, boiling load until she thought her insides must burst ... 
and then oozing slowly back out again around his still convulsively jerking 
shaft. 

Finally it was over and she collapsed downward on the bed, her heavily 
throbbing breasts squashed beneath the weight of the panting man who had 
fallen forward across her sweating back. For an eternity she lay there in a 
limbo of satiated joy, then a sudden rush of air cooled her inflamed 
genitals as Schaeffer rolled off her, his spent penis withdrawing from her 
wet and ravished loins to leave a long thread of sperm glistening stickily 
across her inner thigh and the pale whiteness of her buttocks. 

It was only when she heard the smirking chuckles of appreciation and the 
patter of ironic applause that she raised her drug-dimmed eyes and saw that 
Crystal and half a dozen guests in evening dress were watching through the 
open bedroom door ... they had seen the whole thing! Oh God, the whole 
thing!!! 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

Sheila Miller passed the whole of the next day in a private hell of shame 
and self-disgust. She had snatched up her clothes and run screaming from 
Crystal Brent's house, followed by the mocking laughter of the hostess and 
her guests, after the spine-chilling and total realization of what she had 
done provoked by the discovery that she had unwittingly provided the 
perverted blonde and her friends with an unsolicited live sex show! 

She had passed a sleepless night in floods of tears. The phone had rung and 
rung as Frank tried to get through to her from Coronado, but she had refused 
to answer it. She could never explain why she hadn't been there when he 
called at the arranged time- and she was certainly in no condition to 
explain her present state of chaotic and incoherent distress. She would have 
to think of some excuse when he called tomorrow. 

For hour after hour she lay sobbing into her pillow, ceaselessly asking 
herself what could possibly have gotten into her. Blissfully unaware that 
the whole thing had been a cruel and sadistic set-up, that she had been 
tricked into smoking a drugged cigarette and then deliberately seduced and 
perverted by the woman who had professed to be her friend, she was at a 
complete loss to account for her own actions. How could she possibly have 
done all those things? How could she, Sheila Miller, have sunk so low as to 
... as to have made love with another woman! The thought was horrifying! 
Worse, far, far worse was the fact that she had later let herself be fucked 
silly by a man she had never even seen before ... rutted with him like a 
farmyard animal in heat, so carried away by her own lustful feelings that 
she hadn't even noticed that they had an audience watching his every thrust 
up into her willingly accepting cunt. 

But even more intolerable- try as she would, she could not blot the thought 
from her confused mind- even more intolerable was the certain knowledge that 
she had actually enjoyed it! There were great blanks in her memory, but the 
awful realization of that was crystal clear: the sound of her own voice 
mindlessly screaming out her wanton and illicit ecstasy would echo in her 
memory forever.... 

What could have happened to her? What in the name of God could have 
happened? Sure, she had taken a couple of drinks- but whatever was in the 
drink, it couldn't possibly have been the cause of her relinquishing every 
moral standard she ever had! She had been drunk before, for God's sakes, but 
nothing like this had ever happened before! 

Almost the heaviest cross of all to bear was that she must suffer her shame 
and distress and revulsion in silence. There was no one she could confide 
in. She could never, never confess to her husband: he simply wouldn't 
understand. How could he, when she didn't understand herself? He probably 
wouldn't be able even to believe her if she did tell him what had happened! 
She would never have believed it of herself if she didn't recall the most 
humiliating parts with such agonizing clarity. No- she would have to keep 
her bitterness at Crystal's duplicity and her self-disgust locked away in 
her own mind, a shabby secret too discreditable to be shared. And that was 
another reason not to tell Frank: he had specifically warned her to have 
nothing to do with their next door neighbor. How could she admit that she 
had deliberately disobeyed him with such catastrophic results? 

Her face swollen and red from crying, her head aching abominably from a 
severe hangover and lack of sleep, her brain still reeling from the 
confusion of thoughts tumultuously racing through it, Sheila was finally 
constrained to pour herself half a tumbler of Scotch the next morning in a 
desperate attempt to obliterate the memories poisoning her mind. 

She had gulped down over two thirds of it when she heard the squeal of 
brakes and the slam of a car door. Listlessly, she moved aside the curtain 
and looked out across the lawn. The Buick was parked by the curb and Frank 
was running up the driveway to the front door! 

Before she had time to do anything, he was in the house. "Frank!" she gasped 
in dismay. "What are you doing here?" 

"I drove back as quick as I could when you didn't answer my call last 
night," he said. His face was grim. "What the hell happened to you, Sheila?" 

"I ... I wasn't feeling too good and I ... I spent the night with Sylvia," 
she faltered. "I thought ... I thought you wouldn't mind ... " 

"I'm sorry, darling. I was over at her place since lunch time. I ... I guess 
I didn't think." 

"Didn't think?" Frank echoed heatedly. "But surely you must have realized 
I'd be worried when I got no answer? I mean, you could have been taken sick 
... an accident ... anything...." His brow was knitted in perplexity: he was 
at a loss to understand how his wife, usually so thoughtful and punctilious, 
could have been that insensitive to his feelings. 

"I'm sorry, really I am," the distressed girl repeated wretchedly. She hated 
to have to lie to her adored husband, but there was no other way out. "You 
d-d-didn't leave you hotel number, and ... and ... " 

"There's such a thing as dialing Information," Frank said mildly. "Or you 
could have got Sylvia to call for you if you felt too bad yourself." 

Sheila burst into tears. "Oh, Frank- don't go on and on at me!" she cried 
wildly. "It's bad enough feeling the way I do without you biting my head 
off!" The words were torn from her involuntarily, all the anguish she had 
suffered coming to a head and flooding out of her in that one distraught 
outburst. 

He was at once contrite. "Honey ... I'm so sorry," he blurted, gathering her 
into his arms after a compassionate look at her ravaged, tear-stained face. 
"You're feeling bad and here I am shouting at you like an angry father! 
Forgive me, darling ... Now come on- tell me what it's all about!" Tenderly, 
he stroked her hair, murmuring soothing nothings into ear as she shook and 
trembled in his clasp. 

The sudden switch from anger to sympathy upset her far more than any 
outright slanging match would have done. He had every right to be mad at 
her- she had betrayed him and betrayed herself, betrayed her marriage and 
all it stood for; she had committed adultery and indulged in bestial 
perversions; she had lied to him ... she had caused him needless worry ... 
she had probably loused up his work schedule by obliging him to come back to 
L.A. earlier than he had intended ... and he was taking the blame on 
himself! It was intolerable! Her body was racked by sobs as a fresh flood of 
tears spurted from her red-rimmed eyes. 

"Frank," she said brokenly, lifting her head to gaze beseechingly into his 
face, "you mustn't say that. It's I who am to blame, I who should be asking 
for forgiveness ... I feel so awful: I've brought you all the w-w-way back 
... just bb-because of my ... of my thoughtlessness! What must you be 
thinking of me?" 

"It's all right, darling. It's all right," he soothed, his arm tightening 
around her shaking shoulders. "Forget it. It's all over. You're okay, that's 
the main thing...." He paused, his nostrils twitching as they caught the 
odor of alcohol on her breath. Glancing quickly sideways, he saw the opened 
whiskey bottle and the unfinished tumbler of Scotch on the table. "Just tell 
me exactly what is the matter, that's all," he said gently. 

Sheila had seen the direction of his glance and she quailed inwardly. Dear 
God, now he was going to think she was a solitary drinker as well! "I 
d-d-don't know," she said miserably. "I just feel bad, that's all. I don't 
feel myself." At least those two remarks were true! 

"When did this start?" Frank asked. "Yesterday?" 

"Yes, I ... that's why I w-w-went over to see Sylvia. I thought a bit of 
girls' gossip would cheer me up. But I ... I only f-f-felt w-w-worse." 

"What did Sylvia say? Why didn't she call in the doctor if you felt so bad 
when you were with her?" 

"She ... she figured it might only be a chill," Sylvia burst out in a flash 
of inspiration, thinking of the tell-tale bottle beside her. "She advised me 
to come on home and drink plenty of whisky and hot lemon. I ... I was just 
going to make myself another when you arrived." 

Maybe, Frank thought to himself ... except there was no hot water and no 
lemon in the room, and it was obvious from his wife's breath that she had 
been drinking already. Aloud, he said: "I'll go and heat you some water 
right away. You must have got back pretty late, just the same: I was calling 
you until after one." 

"I did," his wife lied. "I was going to ... to stay with Sylvia-and then as 
I didn't feel quite so bad, she kindly ran me home. Oh, darling," she went 
on hurriedly, anxious to change the subject, "I'm so sorry about your trip! 
I do hope it hasn't fouled up everything, coming home like this?" 

"It's okay. I'd have had to go back in another few days anyway. It seems 
like this was a genuine fire after all. Those trucks were moving stuff in- 
I've seen the invoices and got sworn statements from the drivers- and we can 
find no trace of arson. Soon as I get the official report, I have to go back 
and settle the claim with the owners." 

"Thank goodness for that!" Sheila breathed to herself. At least that was one 
small thing less on her conscience! As her husband went out into the kitchen 
to plug in the electric kettle, she sank down on the couch with a sigh of 
relief, She was trembling in every limb. 

She didn't have to pretend very hard to make out she was still feeling bad 
for the rest of that day, and Frank considerately left her alone for most of 
the time. In the evening he took her out to eat at a small pizzeria that had 
recently been opened on the development, and under the influence of his 
reassuring chatter and a couple of glasses of wine she regained a little of 
her former spirits. But when the time came to go to bed she pleaded a 
headache again and turned away as kindly as she could from his loving 
caresses. 

She realized that, in his inexperienced way, it was the surest method he 
could think of to make her feel better, but with the guilt still heavy on 
her mind she simply couldn't. She was soiled, she was unclean, she was a 
betrayer and an adulteress: she couldn't bring herself to allow him to touch 
her. Not after what she had done.... 

* * * 

The same thing happened the next night, and the night after that. Frank was 
more puzzled than hurt; he couldn't understand the sudden change that had 
come over his normally ebullient young wife during his absence. Even if she 
had been feeling sick, it was unlike her to mope around the house the way 
she was doing now, listless and disconsolate, seemingly unable to raise an 
interest in anything. The exchange of words they had had on his return was 
the nearest they had ever come to a quarrel- surely it couldn't be that that 
was making her feel so low? 

After dinner on the fourth day-they were sitting watching television and 
sipping their cups of coffee- after a silence which had prolonged itself for 
what seemed to him like hours, he broached the subject again. 

"Sheila baby," he began cautiously, "I know you've been feeling pretty bad, 
these last few days ... " 

She looked up with lack-luster eyes. "What of it, Frank?" 

"Well ... had you thought of going to see Doctor Meredith?" 

"Whatever for?" she asked irritably. "I told you ... I guess I had a chill. 
But it's over now. It's left me feeling a little the worse for wear, that's 
all. Why on earth should I go and see Meredith?" 

"I didn't mean about the chill." 

"Well, why then?" 

"Hadn't it occurred to you honey? I mean ... this sick feeling you still 
have: mightn't it be that ... well, that perhaps you're "Pregnant?" Sheila 
flushed. "Of course not! What an idea!" 

"Are you sure, darling?" her husband urged. "It would account for the 
sickness and your feeling bad and all. Perhaps Doctor Meredith ... " 

"Doctor Meredith can only confirm what I know already," the lovely brunette 
interrupted impatiently. "I don't have to go into details, Frank, but a girl 
can tell if she's likely to be having a baby- and I'm telling you: I'm not 
pregnant. I couldn't be." 

He shrugged and turned back to the television. "Just as you say, baby." 

Later, when Sheila had already gone to bed, he went slowly upstairs, 
showered, undressed, and wrapped himself in a bathrobe as he pondered the 
situation. He couldn't understand any part of it. How could a bright, 
enthusiastic, lively and loving young girl like Sheila have turned into a 
nervous, irritable and moody person- something very nearly approaching a 
nervous wreck- in the space of a couple of days? If she wasn't pregnant and 
whatever it was that had made her sick was finished, what the hell could be 
the trouble? A more experienced man might have suspected that perhaps she 
had a lover- but the thought never entered Frank Miller's head: they were 
still far too much in love, far too wrapped up in one another, for the 
possibility to occur to him. Yet the fact remained that their marriage, 
certainly the physical side of it, seemed for the moment to have gone to 
pieces! Why, why, why? It was a puzzle he couldn't begin to solve. 

At the same time his own physical needs remained unabated. He still wanted 
his voluptuous young wife as much as ever ... more, in fact, since the joys 
of her body were being denied to him. Jesus, it must be a week since he'd 
had any! He'd been away a couple of days; this was the fourth night since 
he'd gotten back; they hadn't made it the night before he left because 
there'd been too much to do- yes, it was a whole goddamned week! And he was 
feeling horny as hell, and that was the truth!.... 

Somewhere in back of his mind an amalgam of all those ad vice-to-husbands 
columns crystallized in his bewildered brain. Women's emotions were 
basically more primeval than men's, they told you. There was still some 
atavistic remnant of the cave-dweller's mate even in the most sophisticated 
of modern misses. They liked to be chased and conquered; they liked a man to 
be strong and positive and dominant. Too much tenderness and consideration 
could be mistaken for weakness in a husband, and that threw a relationship 
right out of gear. The shrinkers called it a rape complex, didn't they? 

So maybe it was all his fault, then? Maybe he was being too considerate, 
allowing her to refuse him all the time! Maybe she wanted him to overcome 
her objections and assert his rights as a husband! Perhaps she was behaving 
so strangely simply because he was failing to come up to her expectations in 
that respect! 

Frank drew a deep breath. Since he felt horny anyway, why the hell not put 
it to the test? It couldn't make things any worse! Tightening the cord of 
his bathrobe, he switched out the light and strode into the bedroom. 

It was in darkness, the dim radiance of a street lamp outside the gates 
filtering through the drapes to show him the hunched up figure of his wife 
lying on her side of the bed. There was a whisper of garments being rapidly 
shed in the gloom, and the already aroused young man lifted the covers and 
slid in beside her warm body, the throbbing spear of his stiffened penis 
jutting from the pubic hair at the base of his belly. 

He turned to face her, and Sheila suddenly drew in her breath as she felt 
his fingers come into contact with the naked flesh of her thigh under the 
hem of her nightgown. A moment later, as she made no movement toward him, he 
raised himself up on one elbow and leaned across her to cup the full mound 
of one breast in his palm. "Sheila...." he whispered. "Honey ... " 

She could see his teeth gleaming as he smiled at her in the gloom. "Frank!" 
she murmured warningly. "Please ... You know I'm not ... well, you know I've 
not been feeling ... " 

"I know you've not been feeling anything, baby," he interrupted with a 
confidence he was far from experiencing. "So how about feeling this just for 
a change! There's two people in this marriage, after all!" Seizing one of 
her limp hands, he guided it toward his pulsing hardness. She gasped as she 
sensed the hard, rubbery tip of his cock grazing like a red-hot poker 
against her skin. With the lust-swollen glans nosing rigidly against her 
palm, she opened her mouth to reprove him ... but before she could get the 
single syllable of his name past her lips, he was bent over her, his mouth 
smashing down on hers and his tongue hotly probing between her teeth. 

Sheila's mind was more confused than ever. The dark feelings of guilt 
besetting her for the past four days had planted themselves like a stockade 
around her natural inclinations, and psychologically she was unable to 
surmount the obstacle. She was a normal, healthily sexed young woman- but 
the pattern of refusing her own husband, originally imposed because of an 
obscure and shameful belief that she was now unworthy of him, had already 
become a habit that she was emotionally powerless to break! Yet just because 
the subconscious reflexes of her system were normal, she found her body 
automatically responding to his touch in a way that confounded and excited 
her in equal measures.... 

He moved his hand softly over the quivering globe of her breast, teasing his 
palm against the nipple so that the tender bud of flesh hardened and stood 
up stiffly erect under his rotating caress- and she was aware with 
excitement tinged unbelievably by shame that she was growing wet between the 
legs. Inadvertently, she found herself uttering a small moan of pleasure as 
he released her hand and stroked up her thigh again to probe for the 
sensitive moist slit of her vagina with the tip of his roving middle finger. 

He hesitated, and then thrust gently into its heated opening. Sheila's hips 
arched involuntarily up off the bed as the intruding digit parted her 
sparsely curling pussy hair and made sudden and delicious contact with the 
quivering button of her clitoris. Her palpitating cunt was becoming wetter 
and more slippery every instant from the flickers of desire that were now 
coursing unbidden through her veins, and she sucked in her breath to hold 
back the mewl of ecstasy she felt building in her rapidly rising and falling 
chest. Yet by what psycho-sexual paradox was she trying so hard to repress 
her natural inclination to let herself go with Frank? She loved him, didn't 
she? He was her husband, after all! It wasn't as though he was another woman 
... or a drunken movie producer in somebody else's house ... With a supreme 
effort of will, she closed her mind to the thoughts surging through it and 
attempted to lose herself in the pleasure of the familiar sensations 
quivering along her nerves. 

Frank shifted the hand on the distraught young wife's breast, pushing the 
flimsy nightgown high up under her arms and then rolling and tweaking the 
hardened nipple between his fingers as he massaged the length of her 
lust-moistened vaginal furrow with the other. Tantalizingly, he explored the 
throbbing lips of her cunt, circling his middle finger around the folds of 
tightly heated flesh until he found her erect little clitoris again. She 
began to writhe in slow, abandoned undulations beneath him as he teasingly 
manipulated the super-sensitive shaft. Her breath quickened even more, and 
her fingers clasped themselves around the rigidly pulsating staff of his 
cock, milking the sheath of foreskin up and down the throbbing pole of 
flesh. 

"Oh, Jesus! Oh Christ, darling, that feels good!" her husband panted. "It's 
been so long! ... " 

Abruptly he moved again, raising the length of his body up over her until he 
was staring directly down into her face in the gloom, striving to fathom her 
expression through the night. His pelvis slid across her trembling hips so 
that her fingers, with the hot pulsing stiffness of his penis within them, 
were trapped in the crease of her thigh. 

Sheila found herself unaccountably astonished at the size of it, almost as 
though it was the first time she had ever felt the ridged, sinewy hardness 
of such a shaft. The bulbous cock-head was now squashed wetly in her 
clenched hand, seeping its seminal fluid out between her fingers to moisten 
her naked belly. Automatically, she smoothed the slippery liquid around the 
glans, into the stretched folds of the foreskin, and up and down the long 
veined rod until the entire stiff length of it was as slippery as a 
well-oiled piston. 

Above her, the now passion crazed husband groaned softly and smashed his 
mouth down on her open lips, spearing the hot wetness of his tongue once 
more into her throat. He forced his hands under Sheila's shoulders and ran 
them over the pliant curves of her back and hips, feeling the raised ridges 
of her spine vibrate almost imperceptibly against them as she oscillated her 
body up off the bed in a dazed, hypnotic motion. 

Like the legs of a marionette pulled on invisible wires, her legs spread of 
their own accord and he sank down between them, feeling the tautness of the 
tendons of her inner thigh hard against the outside further down between her 
back and the mattress, cupping the rounded fullness of her naked young 
buttocks in the palms to pull her hotly open loins tighter up against his 
groin. Slowly he moved up and down, sliding his lubricated shaft in and out 
of her tightly clutching fingers, feeling it grow harder and harder, wetter 
and wetter with every thrust. The night air was close and streams of 
perspiration coursed down the skin of his balls to mingle with the fevered 
dampness of Sheila's softly trembling cunt. 

Her naked ass-cheeks began a slow, but urgent rotating movement, grinding up 
against his tensed hips ... and then suddenly her legs, snaking wide on 
either side of him, locked his body to hers in the convulsive gesture of 
acceptance he knew so well. In the familiar way, her heels hooked over the 
backs of his knees and her calves pinioned his thighs to pull his muscular 
body tighter against her. She opened her mouth to gasp out a demand that he 
should take her now, that she wanted to be fucked, she did, she did ... but 
somehow the words stuck in her constricted throat and only a low gurgle of 
submission bubbled past her desire-contorted lips. 

Moaning with desire, the wantonly aroused young husband shifted his hips, 
dragging a hand out from under her buttocks to reach for his painfully erect 
cock. As they always did, their fingers met around the slickened length of 
the iron-hard flesh- and then Frank wrestled the pulsing shaft from her grip 
and guided the blood-engorged head between the wide-splayed lips of his 
wife's pussy. He panted wildly as he grazed it up and down between her legs, 
teasing it moistly against the passion-drenched hairs of her vagina, forcing 
the stiffened pole of flesh to even greater hardness until it ached 
unbearably from the agonizing pressure within the veins. He couldn't wait 
another second now! 

Ramming his pelvis down with a sudden cruel thrust, he drove the tip of his 
cock with a flesh-splitting surge into the hotly gaping mouth of the 
writhing brunette's lust-wet cunt. 

"Ooooooohhhhhh!" she whimpered beneath him as he felt the warm, elastic-like 
sheath of her vagina slide wetly up over the sensitive cock-head. 
"Aaaaaaahhhhhh!" 

He lunged again, fucking his fleshy staff deeper up in her nakedly open 
cunt. 

"Ooooooogggghhhhh!" 

Frank levered himself up on his hands to give greater power to his loins and 
thrust fiercely once more. By God, he would show her who was the master in 
this house! She'd know who wore the trousers by the time he had finished 
fucking the shit out of her tonight! The relentlessly invading rod drove 
another inch into her tightly resisting cunt. 

"Aaaaaggggghhhh! Frank- you're so big!" 

And still one more inch.... 

"Frank! I ... I ... Eeeeeuuuuu ggggghhhh!" A choking gasp exploded from the 
young wife's lungs as the swollen penis bored deep up into her quivering 
cunt, tight and hot at first, aching the full length of the rigidly 
pulsating shaft, and then more easily as the wetness of her cuntal passage 
lubricated the way. The sperm-bloated head nosed jarringly against the soft 
cushion of Sheila's cervix far up inside her belly and she gave a low animal 
cry. 

Skewered on the iron-hard spit of her husband's cock, she lay still a moment 
as he waited with his penis imbedded to the hilt in her moistly clasping 
vagina, allowing the shock of his entry to subside. Then, far up in her soft 
white belly, he flexed his cock-head. She groaned, her teeth clenching 
behind her drawn-back lips. He flexed again, and she groaned once more- less 
painfully this time as her fevered and cock-starved pussy grew accustomed to 
the pulsing length of male flesh sunk so deep up within its scalding hot 
clutch. 

The lust-inflamed young man began a slow revolving motion of his pelvis, 
grinding the big cock tightly into her naked loins, expanding the ridged and 
clasping walls of her cunt until it fitted the shaft like a well-tailored 
glove. She squirmed from side to side as she strained under his weight, 
arching her hips up to lift them both momentarily off the bed. Mewling 
ceaselessly beneath his pounding body as he fucked with increasing speed in 
and out of her wide-stretched pussy, she began to open and close her legs 
around his hips as she thrust upwards to meet him on every spearing plunge. 

Her mouth gaped open, her dark hair flailed from side to side on the pillow, 
and her hands clawed mindlessly into his sweating back as he drove his long 
hard cock relentlessly in and out of the hotly throbbing wetness of her 
cunt. A stream of moisture ran down her splayed vaginal crevice to saturate 
his fingers where he could feel his own stiff rod of flesh fucking deep up 
into her hair-fringed pussy. 

Frank, triumphant that his maneuver had succeeded, was lost in a lust-driven 
whirl of erotic sensation. Dimly he sensed his penis growing and expanding 
still further inside her hot wet flesh until it felt as though it would 
burst from the exquisite pressure mounting in his balls as they slapped 
tautly against her trembling buttocks below. He had to make her cum ... and 
he had to do it soon! He had to hold back until the writhing, gasping 
brunette under him came ... and then maybe she would have lost whatever 
psychological block it was that had been making her hold off! 

He started fucking into her with longer and harder strokes, striving to 
excite her to completion. Their slippery bodies were steamy with sweat in 
the close air of the bedroom as they ground frenziedly into each other. 
Sheila's ripely swelling breasts slid lasciviously under his hair-matted 
chest, their bellies slapped and squelched as their threshing hips ground 
together; their thighs were gliding one over the other as easily as the 
thickly greased shaft of his penis grinding in and out of the squirming 
brunette's cunt. 

Frank could tell his wife was near her climax as she gripped his heavily 
pounding hips with her ankles and knees, opening and closing them around him 
in time with his forceful thrusts into her wetly clasping pussy. She gurgled 
beneath him, the sound bubbling involuntarily from her throat as though she 
had no conscious control over it. Hazily, the blood thundering in his ears, 
he realized it couldn't be long now, and he continued his powerful plunging 
deep up into her tautly rippling belly with all his strength as he strove to 
stem the boiling tide in his loins until she was ready to cum too. 

Sheila spurred him on with the pounding of her heels high on his streaming 
back. She had jackknifed her legs up high now, pulling her knees back 
savagely toward her shoulders to offer him the widest possible opening of 
her upraised loins. Her nakedly writhing body was white hot once more with 
the age-old fever of lust. She clasped him with the backs of her calves, 
winding her tapered legs around his pumping body as her eyes rolled 
uncontrollably in her head. Her ankles were locked tightly together behind 
his shoulder blades now, spiraling her ravenous cunt up and down the full 
hard length of her husband's heavily burgeoning cock. 

Her face was contorted, straining for the final explosion of exquisite 
sensation that was so near. At last she was able to let herself go again, to 
exult in the towering wave of ecstasy that was sweeping her remorselessly up 
towards its almost breaking crest ... as she had with Crystal ... as she had 
with the unknown man on the bed in the next door house.... 

The thought, swimming unbidden into her churning mind, at once brought back 
every sensation of shame and guilt under which she had cowered for the past 
four days. Everything came back to her with a chilling clarity. And the 
wave, having failed to carry her with its foaming crest, swept on and away, 
leaving her high and dry on a shoal of doubt and self-disgust. Her tensed 
muscles relaxed and her body, strung taut as a bowstring on the bed, 
subsided limply on the sheets as she fell back from her peak. 

But it was already too late for Frank. The accelerating friction of her 
hotly clasping cunt sucking at his cock had been too much for his 
self-control. An irresistible flood of feeling welled from the nerve-ends 
deep in his balls and surged relentlessly outward ... a tempest of passion 
that sucked him into its vortex and exploded thunderously about his ears. He 
gasped. His mouth clamped desperately down on Sheila's slack lips and he 
uttered a low groan that rose to a cry of despair as his thickened penis 
began jerking uncontrollably, and he spewed his hot sperm far up into her 
wildly dilating cuntal passage. He could feel it pumping out of the pulsing 
tip of his cock in gushing spurts, deflating the throbbing shaft with e a c 
h diminishing squirt ... and his wife had unaccountably failed to make it 
with him! For the first time in their married life, he and Sheila hadn't cum 
together.... 

Nor, when his disappointment at his failure had abated and desire had risen 
into his loins once more, was he able to arouse her again. Try as he would, 
he could get no response from her listless body, no matter how ardently his 
loving hands caressed it. 

 CHAPTER SIX 

Sheila made no reference the following day to her husband's abortive attempt 
to bring her back to reality through the medium of the senses. She was quiet 
and withdrawn as she went about the household chores, and it was with almost 
a sense of relief that Frank received a call from his office instructing him 
to return to Coronado for the third time to settle the insurance claim on 
the fire-ravaged factory. 

Before he left, he propped a card beside the telephone on which he had 
written in large capital letters FRANK 

followed by the telephone number of the hotel at which he would be staying 
for two nights. "Just in case, honey," he said with a smile as he put his 
arms tenderly around his lovely young wife and kissed her goodbye. "Now, are 
you sure you're going to be okay while I'm away?" 

"Frank! Of course, I'll be all right! Don't worry!" the lithe and curvaceous 
brunette said. 

"You wouldn't like me to drop by Sylvia's place on my way, and ask her to 
look in and check there's nothing you want? As she was with you when you 
were taken sick ... " 

"No, no!" Sheila interrupted hurriedly. "I'll be fine, really I will! 
Please, darling- don't worry!" 

He kissed her again. "Just as you say, baby. Call you tonight at eight as 
usual, huh?" 

She summoned a smile to her wan features. "I'll be here. Have a good trip 
... and drive carefully!" 

He grinned cheerfully, released her, and with a wave of his hand ran out to 
the waiting car. 

Sheila finished her housework, boiled herself an egg for lunch, busied 
herself with an unnecessary spring-clean of the guest room, and then retired 
to her bed with a book. 

It was just after seven o'clock when the ring came at the doorbell. 

Wonderingly, she wrapped a flowered housecoat around her lissom form and 
went downstairs to answer it. Crystal Brent stood on the porch outside, her 
gold hair shining in the light of the lantern, her svelte body clad in a 
pale blue silk jersey trouser suit. 

The young wife gazed at her in consternation. She hadn't set eyes on the 
scheming blonde since she had fled from her house that dreadful night, and 
she was at a loss for words to greet the woman who had betrayed her so 
shamefully. "Crystal! W-w-w-what are you doing here?" she stammered. Get 
out! Get out! Get out! her mind screamed. Go away and never let me see you 
again! How dare you show your face here after what you've done to me! But- 
as so often happens in moments of drama- she was forced to make do with 
words of the utmost banality. 

"Hello, Sheila! I'm so glad to have caught you at home!" her next door 
neighbor said with a wide, insincere smile. "May I come in for a minute?" 

"Well, yes ... I-I-I guess so," the young brunette replied dubiously. "If 
you must." It was the nearest she could get to being downright rude and 
telling the luscious blonde that she never wanted to see her again. 

Crystal ignored the studied discourtesy and swept past her with another 
dazzling smile to make her own way to the living room and sink gracefully to 
the couch. "I've been meaning to drop by and see you for the last couple of 
days," she lied. "But I thought I'd better wait until hubby was safely away 
again." 

"Oh? Why? I'm afraid I don't...." Sheila had remained standing and she made 
her voice as cold as possible. Yet she could not quite hide the tremor of 
foreboding that sent a tiny cold shiver along her spine. She felt curiously 
defenseless and at a loss in front of the beautiful and sophisticated older 
woman. The fact that Crystal had been both the witness and the instrument of 
her shame left the young wife at a permanent disadvantage in her neighbor's 
company. 

"You see," the seductive blonde went on, "I'm giving another little party 
tonight, and I'd very much like you to come by and lend a hand again ... if 
you'd be so kind." 

"Oh, I couldn't," Sheila said at once. "It's absolutely out of the question. 
I'm sorry." There was something about the way that last phrase had been 
spoken, tossed in mockingly, almost insultingly, after the slightest of 
pauses, that made her instantly on her guard. Steeling herself, she added: 
"In fact, after what ... after what happened the ... the last time, I think 
it would be better if we didn't see each other again at all." There! Now she 
had said it! And at once she felt as though a weight had been lifted from 
her mind. 

Her self satisfaction was to be short-lived. "Oh, I disagree," Crystal said. 
"In fact, after what ... after what happened the last time, I think you 
would be well advised, very well advised, to come...." There was an 
underlying edge of menace to her voice now. 

Flushing at the way she had been mimicked, Sheila bit her lip. "I'm not 
quite sure that I understand you," she said. 

"No? Let me put it a little more plainly then. You were having such a ball 
last time- my guests thought you were terrific!- that I figured it would do 
you good to, shall we say, get out of yourself again." 

The young brunette stared at her in astonishment. Could that woman really 
think that she had actually enjoyed the shameful debauch to which she had 
been subjected five days ago? That she would welcome the chance to repeat 
the experience? The idea was unthinkable! It must be some kind of cruel 
joke! 

"In the circumstances," Crystal went on coolly, "I imagine you'd prefer it 
to be on a night when your husband was away. From what I've seen of him, he 
doesn't strike me as the type who'd exactly go along with the kind of fun 
you seem to enjoy." 

"I ... seem ... to enjoy?" Sheila echoed incredulously. 

"That's why I chose tonight- it's very much an impromptu party, last minute 
invitations and all that, but I think it should be ... rewarding." 

"But I wouldn't dream of coming!" the young wife burst out. "You must be 
mad! I don't understand what you're trying to say!" 

"Unless, of course," the blonde continued, just as though Sheila hadn't 
spoken, "you'd rather he did know about it. That could no doubt be arranged 
too." This time there was no mistaking the threat underlying her words. 

For a moment Sheila gaped at her. Then abruptly she lost her temper. "Get 
out of my house!" she cried wildly. "Don't you dare come here with your 
filthy insinuations, trying to pervert me into your own disgusting ways! 
Haven't you done enough harm already?" 

Crystal raised her eyebrows. "Look who's talking!" she sneered. "Innocent 
little Mrs. Miller, the gay girl who strips off her panties and takes on all 
comers after she's had a couple of drinks! The happy housewife who takes it 
all ways and doesn't care who may be watching!" 

"You're horrible! You know it wasn't like that at all! You know perfectly 
well- " 

"I know what I saw," Crystal interrupted harshly. "And what my friends saw. 
There are enough witnesses, you know ... " 

"Get out of here!" Sheila shouted again. "For God's sake go!" 

"Just as you like." The tall, slender blonde rose languidly to her feet, her 
glance falling on the card propped up by the phone with Frank's name and 
number written on it. "I'm sure those witnesses would be prepared to confirm 
anything I was to ... shall we say, pass on," she added softly. 

"I tell you I'm not coming to your goddamned party, threats or no threats!" 

Crystal reached for the phone, lifted the receiver, dialed a number. "Hello, 
operator?" she cooed. "I'd like to place a person to person call to a 
Coronado number ... a Mr. Frank Miller ... " 

"No!" Sheila dashed across the room and banged her hand down on the receiver 
rest, cutting the connection. "What are you doing?" 

"I told you, you little fool. I want you to come to the party. If you don't 
want your husband to know about your little ... peculiarities ... you'll do 
exactly as I say. Surely that's clear enough?" 

Thunderstruck, the aghast young wife slumped into a chair and covered her 
face with her hands. Dear God, the woman was threatening to reveal her shame 
to Frank if she didn't carry out her wishes! She couldn't risk the exposure! 
She couldn't! It would kill him! He'd never, never, never understand! He'd 
placed her on a pedestal, believing implicitly in her faithfulness, trusting 
her, almost worshipping her: if that faith was to be shattered, she didn't 
know what would happen. She only knew that at all costs she had to prevent 
it.... 

"But that's ... that's bb-blackmail!" she sobbed brokenly. 

"That's a hard word, baby. Let's just say that I think it'd do you good to 
come to the party- and I happen to have the means to get my way! I do need 
your help too: the stuff's all ready, but one of the waiters I usually hire 
has been taken ill and I could use you to help fix the drinks." She moved 
toward the door. "I'll expect you at eight o'clock." 

"But ... but Frank's calling me at eight! I can't!" Sheila cried. 

"Then he'll be unlucky, won't he?" Crystal said. "Unless you call him first 
and explain where you're going. You have the number, after all! ... And in 
case you're thinking of crossing me up and not coming- remember I have a 
very good memory for numbers, and there's a phone in my house too!" 

Apathetically, the defeated young brunette looked up at her. "If I do come," 
she said with a last attempt at defiance, "it'll just be to help with the 
d-d-drinks. I'm not going to have any myself ... and I'm certainly not going 
to be tricked into any ... any ... into anything like last time!" 

The willowy blonde smiled mockingly and went out without replying. 

For several minutes after she had gone, the distraught young wife sat bowed 
under the weight of her misery. It was bad enough to have suffered what she 
had suffered before, to be forced to undergo her metal torment alone, alone 
with her shame and her self-disgust, agonizedly watching her husband's 
bewilderment and being able to do nothing to assuage it. But to be 
blackmailed into undergoing the ordeal again ... it was intolerable! 

For an insane moment she thought of telephoning Frank and making a clean 
breast of the whole thing. But she shrank from the idea of trying to explain 
away the complications when they weren't face to face. It would probably end 
up by being worse than when she started! Not for the first time she thought 
distractedly: He'd never understand! I couldn't make him! For the same 
reason she discarded any thought of calling him and thinking up some excuse 
for being away when his call was due: she couldn't use Sylvia again- she was 
away, anyway- and there was no other remotely believable reason for her to 
be absent ... not without a string of explanations she was not prepared to 
go into. No, she would simply have to miss his call again and risk his 
wrath, hoping that heringenuity would supply her with a convincing 
justification when the time came. It was the only thing she could do. 

Helpless and completely at the mercy of the blackmailing woman from next 
door, she dragged herself wretchedly upstairs to dress for the party. 

* * * 

Hal Schaeffer turned around and nudged Gordon Grimley sharply in the ribs, 
causing him to lurch forward and spill half his martini on the white fur 
rug. "Hey, Gord!" Schaeffer said in a low voice to his co-producer, "that's 
the broad I was telling you about the other day- that little brunette with 
the big tits in the flame-colored dress behind the bar!" 

Grimley pulled a silk handkerchief from the breast pocket of his blue blazer 
and mopped the liquor from his sleeve. "You wanna watch what you're doing, 
Hal," he said irritably. "You don't know your own strength, boy! ... What 
broad, anyway: you have so many!" 

"Jesus! You remember! The chick that was giving head to Crystal when I came 
in- and then blew her fucking stack when I laid it to her hot little tail 
from behind afterwards. I told you!" 

Grimley looked over at the bar-a tall, lean man with pale hair and bright 
boot-button eyes behind horn-rimmed spectacles. He pursed his lips in a 
soundless whistle. "Hey! That's some cute little broad all right!" he 
enthused. "She's really stacked! Boy, I wouldn't mind a coupla hours in the 
sack with her myself!" 

Schaeffer winked. "You never know your luck!" he said. "At least she might 
let you watch while I lay it to her! Why don't you stick around?" 

Threading his way through the press of guests, he strolled toward the bar. 
The big lounge was crowded with over-painted girls and fleshy, pink faced 
men whose complexions testified to a daily application of hot towels and 
massage, all of them talking at the top of their voices as their eyes roved 
the room in search of anyone who could be of more use to them than the 
people they were with. 

Schaeffer leaned across the white-clothed counter and thrust out his glass. 
"Hi, gorgeous! Nice to see you again! How's about fixing me another of your 
special highballs, huh?" he kidded. 

"It would be easier if you'd finish the one you have first," the young wife 
said coldly, turning to serve a lymphatic blonde, the tips of whose large 
breasts were barely covered by the two three-inch straps curving up from her 
waist to meet in a halter behind her neck. 

Sheila had seen the producer as soon as he came in and she had been hoping 
against hope that he wouldn't recognize her. Maybe he had been too drunk 
that awful night to remember what had happened ... But the familiar tone of 
his words, and the leer that accompanied them, soon dashed any hopes she 
might have had in that direction. 

"Anything you say, babe," he guffawed. And he drained the glass and banged 
it down before her. 

"Put on any more good live shows recently?" he added with a meaning glance 
at her curvaceous body. 

The voluptuous young brunette flushed as red as the dress she was wearing 
and turned away, biting her lip. Across the room, light flashed on the blue 
silk jersey stretched over Crystal's tautly swelling breasts as she swung 
around to watch them with a faint smile twisting her cynical mouth. 

A tipsy redhead with prominent nipples showing purplish through the 
transparent material of an Indian blouse was hanging on to Schaeffer's arm. 
"Hal, darling," she giggled, "whyn't you come on back to my place after this 
shindig is over? There's a crowd of us making up a party. You know? It 
wouldn't do for one of your movies, but there's a kind of a specialty act 
some of the kids do that might amuse you. Anyone can join in. You know?" 

"Look, Debbie, cool it, will you?" Schaeffer said irritably, disengaging his 
arm from her clutch. "I've seen enough tit since you stopped wearing a bra 
to last me a fucking lifetime!" 

"Jesus!" the redhead complained, staggering off offendedly with a full 
glass, "Another stinking fairy! Ain't there no men left in this town at 
all!" 

"Nice party," the producer said to Sheila as she dropped ice cubes angrily 
into his glass. "What I like about Crystal's friends is that they have 
class, real class! Talking of which, why don't you and me ask our hostess if 
we can't borrow that comfortable little bedroom again? Maybe we could even 
talk her into joining in this time for a three-way show for the others!" 

"I don't know what you're talking about," the reluctant wife hissed in an 
angry whisper. "Will you please leave me alone? What kind of girl do you 
think I am? I didn't come here to be pawed around by every drunk on the 
Coast!" 

Schaeffer flushed in his turn. "I know what kind of girl you are," he said 
loudly. "So does most everybody else who was here the other night! So what's 
all this shit about playing the innocent? What'sa matter, you little pot 
head; do I have to feed you a joint to smoke before you get turned on?" 

Sheila compressed her lips, fighting back the tears that threatened to flood 
from her eyes. Picking up a tray of highballs, she swept past him, her head 
held high, and moved purposefully toward a group of people on the far side 
of the room. 

A joint! Wasn't that what they called a marijuana cigarette? Did that mean 
... could it possibly mean...? Suddenly she remembered the strange-tasting 
cigarette Crystal had given her on that dreadful afternoon. She'd said it 
was Mexican when Sheila asked her about it- and didn't most of the dope 
smoked by the kids on the Coast come in from Mexico? ... All at once many 
things that had puzzled her became clear: it was supposed to be an 
aphrodisiac, wasn't it? Hadn't she heard that somewhere? That would explain 
the gaps in her memory, the shameful fires of lust that had ravaged her 
body, the relaxation of all her moral principles! She had been unwittingly 
doped, the unsuspecting victim of some twisted scheme hatched in the 
perverted brain of the woman she had thought was her friend! 

At the same time as it outraged her, the revelation magically restored her 
sadly diminished faith in herself. What had happened hadn't been her fault! 
If she was doped, she wasn't responsible for her actions! She could face 
Frank again with a clear conscience! 

The thought was wonderfully cheering to her and lightened her overburdened 
spirits- but before she could profit from her relief she had somehow to drag 
herself clear of the awful mess she was in here; she had in some way to 
neutralize the hold Crystal had over her by virtue of the fact that the 
scheming blonde had witnessed- and made sure others witnessed- her shameless 
erotic behavior! For as long as Crystal had that unsavory stick to beat her 
with, she could never really face her husband with a tranquil mind. Even 
though she now knew that the humiliating and degrading events of the other 
night had not been her fault, those events had taken place ... and if Frank 
found out about them, he might not trouble to investigate the reasons why 
she had done the things she had: the fact that she had done them would be 
enough to damn her in his eyes. 

How then could she negative the hold the blonde had over her? How could she 
ensure that Crystal never used the damning information she possessed; It 
wasn't after all like the usual blackmail routine, where the victim could 
hope to recover the incriminating photographs, letters or whatever they were 
once they had paid up; this incriminating material was locked in the 
blackmailer's mind and could be produced- with supporting testimony- at any 
time! How ever many times Sheila carried out her tormentor's wishes, she 
could never get back or suppress the information the blonde had ... she 
could never be really sure that some day, somehow, through who knew what 
quirk of her twisted mind, Crystal might not let slip the damaging 
intelligence in front of Frank! Dear God, was she then doomed to carry out 
the older woman's depraved wishes every time Frank went away? Would those 
wishes lead her again into the perverted paths which had so distressed her 
before? And if they did, might Crystal not become even more bold, perhaps 
even start demanding things of her when her husband wasn't away. 

The thought made the unhappy young wife's blood run cold, and soon she was 
in a mental state as chaotic and confused as she had been before she found 
out about the drugged cigarette. Perhaps the first step she should take 
would be to try and find out just why Crystal had so carefully arranged the 
whole set-up to ensnare her young neighbor. But before she could do that, 
she had to escape the unwelcome attentions of Hal Schaeffer! The producer, 
unused to being refused, was pursuing her unremittingly: no matter where she 
went in the large crowded room, his flushed, leering face would loom up 
beside her, muttering obscene suggestions in her unwilling ear. "Come on, 
baby," he would say, "let's you and me head off to Crystal's bedroom ... or 
come back to my place ... We could make sweet music together. We done it 
once before; why not again? ... I want to fuck you! ... I want to stuff my 
cock up into that hot little belly of yours again! ... I want to feel my big 
prick plowing in and out of your cunt! ... " 

Finally, after flitting desperately from group to group with trays of 
drinks, she turned on him in front of half a dozen giggling starlets and 
their escorts, two red spots burning on her cheeks and her eyes bright with 
anger. "Will you for God's sake leave me alone!" she cried angrily. "You're 
drunk and you're repulsive and you stink of liquor! The thought of you even 
touching me makes me sick to my stomach! You revolt me! I wouldn't go to bed 
with you if you were the last man on earth, you ... you animal!" 

As the starlets shrieked with delighted laughter, Schaeffer lost his temper. 
"Why you cheap little tramp!" he shouted. "You're nothing but a goddamned 
prick-tease! You were anxious enough to get it up in your hot little cunt 
last time, weren't you? Sucking off Crystal and then crawling in the sack 
with me and fucking like a rabbit in front of the whole lousy party!" He 
turned furiously to the listening, wide-eyed group. "She did, you know," he 
rasped "Screaming and yelling blue murder with her legs around my neck ... 
grinding away at me like a bitch in heat with the whole gang watching! And 
now she's pretending she's some sweet little innocent out of the fucking 
Salvation Army! What do you think of a stinking little whore like that?" 

The starlets laughed even louder ... but now they and their escorts were 
looking accusingly at Sheila. And something about the contempt and the scorn 
in their eyes snapped the last remaining vestiges of the distressed young 
brunette's self-control. Bursting into tears, she banged the tray down on a 
table and ran blindly from the room, followed by the mocking guffaws of the 
guests. 

Stumbling along the hallway, she hurled herself into Crystal's bedroom, 
slammed the door behind her, and leaned panting against it, the tears 
coursing unchecked down her quivering cheeks as her breast heaved with 
racking sobs. All her life she had been surrounded by affection; she wasn't 
a particularly vain girl but she had gotten used to being admired and 
complimented- above all she was used to being liked, praised, even loved by 
all those around her. The sudden discovery that she was disliked-the looks 
of scorn and contempt and derision that had been directed at her after 
Schaeffer's outburst- broke her spirit completely. 

Weeping helplessly, she saw an opened bottle of Bourbon on the night table 
with an empty glass beside it. Almost of its own accord, her right hand 
reached out for the bottle, tilted it, poured.... 

She had to have a drink! She had to take something to still the chaos of 
emotions churning inside her and tearing her apart! The cold rim of the 
glass chattering against her teeth, she forced herself to swallow a mouthful 
of the fiery liquor. She gagged and spluttered, nearly choking as the 
burning spirit swirled down her throat. But after a moment the soothing glow 
of the alcohol began to spread through her and calm a little the shaking of 
her ravaged nerves. Taking a deep breath, she swallowed down some more. 

It seemed a long time later, and the crashing waves of conversation and 
laughter from the party had receded in her ears, when she looked up and saw 
Crystal standing in the open doorway. Over her shoulders, the grinning faces 
of Schaeffer and Gordon Grimley peered into the room. There was a hard 
glitter to the tall blonde's eyes as she observed levelly: "So you're a 
secret drinker as well as being a nympho! Well, well, well!" 

"I'm not! I'm not!" Sheila cried, "You don't understand! It was that man! I 
was just ... " 

She broke off suddenly, following the direction of the older woman's 
accusing glance. The tumbler in her hand was half full of Bourbon and the 
level in the bottle had appreciably dropped. She must have finished her 
first drink and absently helped herself to another in the depths of her 
misery! How could she explain to these detestable people with their debased 
morals that she wasn't one of them? What could she possibly say? 

"That does it!" Schaeffer said, pushing past his hostess into the room, 
followed by his leering companion. "I ain't gonna be stood up by no 
half-assed little lush, and that's for sure...." Crystal came in after them 
and closed the door. 

Suddenly frightened, Sheila cowered back against the wall, feeling slightly 
giddy from the amount of Bourbon she had drunk. Dear God, what new 
indignities was she going to be forced to suffer now? 

"If you know what's good for you- and for that husband of yours," the blonde 
neighbor said meaningly, "you'll do exactly as I want!" 

"You?" the frightened brunette repeated dazedly. "What more can you possibly 
want of...?" She broke off, a look of horror on her face. Schaeffer and 
Grimley were calmly taking off their clothes! Under her transfixed gaze, 
they shrugged off their jackets, peeled off shirts, ties and socks, and 
began unzipping their pants. A hot flush of embarrassment darkened Sheila's 
face. "What more do you want of me?" she quavered again. And then, to 
Crystal: "Don't you ever have enough?" 

Schaeffer laughed as he slid his pants down over his meaty hips. "They say 
enough's as good as a feast," he chuckled. "But we ain't even had dinner yet 
... and we're still kinda hungry, like I told you before!" 

For the second time that dreadful evening, Sheila burst into tears. She hid 
her face in her hands as pitiful, incoherent pleadings forced their muffled 
way through her clenched fingers and her shoulders quivered with sobs. 
"Don't!" she whimpered. "Not again! ... Please! Please don't ask me! ... 
Don't do it to me again!" 

"Stop sniveling, you little fool, and take your clothes off," Crystal said 
in a hard voice. "Mr. Schaeffer and Mr. Grimley are very important men!" 

Suddenly the desperate young wife whirled around and made for the door. Her 
one thought was to get out of there, to escape, to flee that awful house and 
feel the cool, clean evening air on her face. She forgot about the hold 
Crystal had over her, forgot about Frank, forgot about his probable 
reactions to the exposure of her shame. Those were problems she could deal 
with later. For the moment it would be enough to get away. But the effect on 
her swimming head of the drink she had taken made her lose her balance and 
stumble before she reached the door. At once Schaeffer and Grimley, naked 
and hairy now, leaped on her and threw her screaming to the bed. 

Watched by the sadistically smiling blonde, they methodically stripped off 
her clothes as she wept and writhed and struggled under their cruel grasp. 
Then Crystal seized her wrists and stretched her arms above her head while 
Schaeffer grabbed her ankles and hauled her legs brutally apart. She lay 
naked and tremblingly defenseless before them, spread-eagled and her small, 
curl-fringed cunt lips open, as brutally stretched as a victim on a medieval 
torture rack! 

Abruptly all the fight went out of her. It was too much for her to handle 
any more; she had been through too much mental anguish, too many nights of 
agonized self-accusation, too many days of doubt and fear to be able to 
summon enough strength now to fight physically against superior odds. The 
shadow under which she had been living had dulled the edge of her resolve to 
the point where she didn't care what happened any more. Splayed helpless on 
that evil woman's bed, she gazed apathetically at the three pairs of eyes 
staring lasciviously at the quivering white mounds of her breasts, the 
softly trembling bulge of her young belly, and the dark nest of pussy hair 
between her lewdly spread thighs. It was all too much for her. She closed 
her eyes. 

The grip on her wrists shifted. An alien touch on her flesh drew an 
involuntary gasp from her shaking lips. Her eyelids flew open again. Crystal 
was kneeling between her splayed legs, tickling obscenely at the soft flesh 
of her trembling belly with slender red-nailed hands, and Grimley was now 
holding her arms above her head! 

"Ve-ry nice!" the cruelly smiling blonde said tauntingly. "Now you snooty 
little bitch, listen ... you have a choice: either you can cooperate and put 
out like a good little girl and we'll all have a ball, all of us, or you can 
play it the hard way and only we three will have the fun. It's up to you. In 
any case the result will be the same!" 

The helplessly pinioned brunette made no reply. Her body had lost all its 
tension and lay limply in their grip. She could feel a curious floating 
sensation invading her limbs as the fumes of the alcohol she had drunk 
swirled up into her reeling brain. There was nothing she could do against 
three of them. Nothing.... 

Yet she froze in horror as Crystal's red-nailed hands teased down the 
shuddering contours of her body to linger caressingly among the sparse hairs 
silkily mantling her pubic mound. The very thought of this woman once again 
touching her secret parts filled her with revulsion. 

"Before you fuck her," Crystal said teasingly to Schaeffer and his friend, 
"I think I ought to open up her hot little cunt, don't you?" 

"Be my guest!" the producer said sardonically. "Go ahead and get the little 
bitch nice and wet up between her stuck-up little legs!" 

Beneath the blue silk jersey top, Crystal's breasts were heaving with 
excitement. This was what she had wanted to see: the little innocent from 
next door cruelly ripped away from the protective shelter of her love nest, 
nakedly exposed to the facts of life in a hard and cynical world, helpless 
as a market slave whose body and mind were under the total control of those 
who had bought her! For a moment she feasted her eyes on the vision that 
symbolized all of that perverted desire for her ... the sight of Sheila's 
shuddering, down-covered loins that would so soon be bucking and writhing 
under the combined fucking of the two men at once. Then her head sank slowly 
towards the girl's shamelessly exposed vaginal slit. 

As she was hit by the realization of what Crystal was about to do, a 
despairing groan forced its way past Sheila's lips. She would have nothing 
left! Naked, half tipsy and helpless, she would be plundered of every last 
vestige of decency! Once before they had forced her to give them pleasure- 
but her responses had been lost in the blankness induced by the drug she had 
unknowingly taken. Now they were going to force pleasures on her, unwanted 
pleasures ... and, oh God, she was going to respond! She knew she was! 

A convulsive spasm jerked the dark-haired young wife's thigh and belly 
muscles as she felt the cool moistness of the blonde's lips pressing into 
the tender sensitive flesh of her abdomen. She tried to cringe away from the 
touch, but the sudden wet contact sent an unexpected and inexplicable thrill 
of delight racing the length of her spine. The mechanical reactions of her 
body, aided by the alcohol fogging her brain, were beginning their 
demoralizing work! 

She felt the red lips trace tantalizingly downward to the crease at the top 
of her thigh as Crystal's thumbs spread the soft, black pussy hair fringing 
her cunt ... and then, without warning, the blonde woman's tongue flicked 
snake-like into the moistly quivering slit of her vagina to send an unwanted 
shudder rippling through her loins at the electrifying shock of its tip 
brushing her clitoris. "Oh, no- please!" what remained of her reasoning mind 
told her to groan. "You ... mustn't ... Aaaaaahhhhh!" 

She forced her head up from the bed, her eyes wide with abject horror, to 
see that her ravisher too had lifted her head and was grinning up at her 
between her nakedly uptilted breasts. Over the blonde's shoulder, Schaeffer 
leered salaciously as he held her legs obscenely apart ... and above her 
head, she knew, the other man she had never met would be staring down at her 
contorted face with detached interest. Defenseless and vulnerable, she lay 
between them, her humiliation complete. 

Crystal rested her thumbs on the warmly quivering flanges of Sheila's tight 
little cunt. With a slow, torturing outward movement, she drew the 
interfolded pink lips apart to expose the moist, pink split between them, 
and then with a lustful groan she dropped her head and buried the full 
length of her slippery tongue in the hotly throbbing tunnel of the captive 
girl's pussy. 

The pinioned brunette jerked convulsively, a whimpering moan escaping from 
deep in her throat. Her buttocks ground hard down into the mattress in a 
vain attempt to escape the maddening assault on her secret flesh. She 
shivered uncontrollably as Crystal drew, with a liquid suck of her lips, the 
tiny erect bud of her clitoris wetly up into her hot mouth. 

It can't be happening to me again! ... It can't! ... It can't! the cruelly 
spread-eagled young wife groaned over and over to herself, her head falling 
back to the pillows and twisting frenziedly from side to side as the 
blonde's face rocked in greedy feast up between her wide held legs and her 
hotly swirling tongue fucked in and out of her involuntarily dilating cunt. 

Yet in spite of the terror and revulsion ravaging her at this depraved 
attack on her nakedly exposed loins, those now familiar wisps of forbidden 
pleasure were again beginning to purl deep down in her belly. Aided by the 
conscience-suppressing effect of the Bourbon whose fumes were coursing 
through her system, her sensually awakening body was finally forcing her to 
admit what she strove so hard to deny ... that the idea of sex coupled with 
violence, duress, compulsion, or whatever you liked to call it, triggered 
off some psychological reaction that left her free, if only she would allow 
it, to exult actually exult- in the rape of her own body; to find some 
obscure but shattering pleasure in the fact that she was helplessly pinioned 
by two men intent on fucking her half to death while a woman she disliked 
intensely licked at her nakedly spread vagina with a mercilessly ravishing 
tongue! 

And suddenly the tongue flicked forward again, burrowing so far up into her 
hotly straining young cunt that shock exploded through every vein in her 
body to shower her nerves with hot flashes of unwanted lust. Her loins 
thrust up, burying the flickering tongue to its root. Heated sexual fire was 
rapidly replacing fear within her as the practiced lips of the hungrily 
sucking blonde assailed her helplessly quivering genitals. Dear God, what 
was happening to her? She had never felt so lewdly wanton in her whole 
life!.... 

Through drink-blurred eyes, she saw Crystal nod to the two men. She felt the 
hands grasping her arms and legs release their grip as her own hands dropped 
to hook talon-like into the long blonde hair of the scheming woman slavering 
up between her widespread thighs. 

A low moan escaped from her throat as she clutched Crystal's head tightly to 
her, grinding her hungrily pulsating cunt savagely up into the older woman's 
face. But God Almighty what she was doing was no longer enough! The demons 
of lust were dancing with ever-increasing fury about the shuddering pink 
edges of Sheila's hotly seething young cunt: the shattering thought raged 
through her- she wanted cock! Cock and then more cock and still cock again! 
And nothing but cock would do!.... 

* * * 

Frank Miller came out of the phone booth in his hotel lobby shaking his head 
with exasperation. The operator had been trying unsuccessfully to get 
through to his home number for over half an hour. No reply, no reply, no 
reply! What the hell was Sheila playing at, for Christ's sake? He'd been a 
few minutes late calling her- but he'd especially told her to wait in for 
his call, and here she was apparently out again! What in the name of God was 
going on back there? Why, only a few hours ago she had said she'd be in all 
evening! He shook his head. He was already late for a dinner appointment 
with the factory boss he hoped to talk into a settlement; if he kept the guy 
waiting, he might lose the chance to save his company money! The call would 
have to wait until after dinner now ... and if his wife wasn't there next 
time he phoned, then by God he'd want to know the reason why! 

"Hi, Frank! Fancy seeing you here! What are you doing in this neck of the 
woods?" 

He swung around to face the owner of the feminine voice that had 
unexpectedly greeted him- a lean, dark girl in her early thirties, wearing a 
tan gabardine two-piece with low-heeled brogues. For a moment, scanning her 
sharp, bespectacled features, he was unable to place her. And then he 
realized: it was Sylvia Peller, Sheila's friend who had looked after her the 
other night when she was sick. Sylvia was a feature writer for a national 
magazine and she was always turning up in the most unexpected places. 

"Hello, Sylvia," he said briefly. "Nice to see you. In answer to your 
question, I'm down here checking out a fire claim. But I could ask the same 
of you!" 

She laughed. "It comes up once every two years, regular as clockwork! I've, 
been assigned to write a situationer on the conditions of the Mexicans 
working the fruit farms down here. It seems they don't have any other 
scandal lined up for next month's issue! How's Sheila?" 

"Sheila? I wish I knew! I've been trying to get through to her for half an 
hour! She was a little better when I left her this morning, but she's still 
not really herself, you know." 

"A little better?" the girl repeated with raised eyebrows. "Has she been 
sick, then?" 

Frank stared at her. "Well, you should know," he said slowly, "since it was 
at your place that she was taken ill last week! It was good of you to run 
her home. Now just tell me: what did you think was the matter with her?" 

"But I haven't been home in three weeks!" the girl blurted out. "I was 
covering a Women's Lib convention in Cincinnati, and I came straight on here 
after they ... " 

She broke off suddenly, her hand flying to her mouth. "Oh, golly," she said 
miserably, "I'm afraid I've gone and put my big foot in it somehow! But I 
can't go back and unsay it now, can I?" 

His eyes were boring into her face. "Well?" he said grimly. 

Sylvia Peller looked at the floor. "I hate letting a pal down- but I don't 
know what I'm supposed to say! Gosh, Sheila will never forgive me for this! 
... I'm sure it's nothing to worry about, Frank ... I mean, I'd do anything 
... " 

He stopped her, placing a hand on her arm. "Sylvia! You can't cover up for 
her when you haven't been briefed! You might as well tell me the truth. When 
did you last see Sheila?" 

The dark girl gulped. "Frank," she said wretchedly, "I haven't seen your 
wife in over a month. B-but I'm sure there's a perfectly innocent 
explanation ... " 

She broke off and gazed helplessly at his back. His face like a 
thundercloud, the insurance man was striding purposefully toward the 
elevator. 

* * * 

In Crystal Brent's house, the party was getting into its stride. There were 
half-dressed couples lewdly entwined on the chairs and sofas in the now 
dimly lit lounge; overturned glasses and littered plates lay everywhere; the 
hi-fi kept playing and replaying the same Sinatra disc; several late-comers 
still stood drunkenly swaying together, fondly imagining they were dancing, 
in the center of the smoke-filled room; and in the kitchen the redhead with 
the see-through blouse leaned over a sink stacked with dirty dishes and 
grasped the faucets while a man slithered her skirt up over her hips, 
unzipped his fly and proceeded to fuck her from behind with sudden quick 
pounding strokes. 

In Crystal's locked bedroom, Sheila Miller's passion and alcohol-fogged mind 
was coming to terms with the certain knowledge that her nakedly stripped 
body wanted cock and nothing but cock! No sooner had the thought formed in 
her mind than it was satisfied: suddenly Crystal's head was no longer at her 
loins; instead, the lust-crazed young brunette looked down between her 
heaving breasts and saw the kneeling figure of the other man, Gordon 
Grimley, up between her widespread legs, his hair-covered chest heaving with 
salacious excitement, his long and massively erect penis jutting from his 
pelvis like the trunk of some giant tree. She shivered with momentary 
apprehension. The veins marbling the underside of the stiffly upstanding 
instrument were excited and hard; the sperm-swollen head was already 
wickedly protruding from the foreskin. He was going to plunge that iron-hard 
rod of flesh deep into the trembling depths of her openly spread cunt! But 
the very thought of that huge cock worming its way up into her own 
vulnerable belly despite any attempt she might make to squeeze her cunt lips 
too tight for it stimulated a strange masochistic thrill which shuddered 
through her to the roots of her being. 

Submissive as a sacrifice, she waited while Grimley massaged the loose skin 
of his penis gloatingly up and down the shaft, watched the bright-eyed 
Crystal Brent and Schaeffer- whose own cock was now jutting menacingly from 
the hair at the base of his belly. Then, supporting his weight with one 
hand, Grimley shuffled forward on his knees and guided the bulbous 
cock-head, now wetly glistening with seminal fluid, towards the open, 
hair-fringed lips of the apprehensive brunette's cunt. As the hard, rubbery 
tip nudged against the sensitive folds of flesh, the captive young wife 
twitched and jerked, moaning out her desperation as her mind told her to 
resist while her hips arched shamelessly up toward the lewdly invading 
staff. 

Smiling salaciously, the movie man parted the softly curling pubic wisps and 
inserted the blood-engorged head of his throbbing cock up between the 
moistly glistening lips ... and pushed. 

Sheila's cunt, already wet and slippery with her own excited secretions and 
saliva from Crystal's slavering mouth, smoothly accepted the tip of the 
massive, plank-stiff rod. But when two inches of the hotly throbbing cudgel 
were buried within the ridged and trembling walls of her vagina, the naked 
brunette suddenly screamed. Grimley's penis was bigger than even her 
husband's, and pain blazed through her loins as it skewered its way in. Her 
belly felt as though it was being torn apart! 

Drawing a deep breath, the raping producer flexed his hips and thrust up 
between her wide held thighs with all his strength. "'Aaaaaaagggggghlihhhh!" 
The nakedly spread young woman screamed again, thrashing wildly from side to 
side as the demons of passion temporarily retreated and she writhed her own 
hips downward in a vain attempt to expel the brutally impaling instrument 
that was sending tongues of flame searing through her helplessly split 
pussy-flesh. But her struggles served only to imbed his lust-thickened 
hardness more deeply in the tight hot tunnel of her cunt. For the third time 
she shrieked aloud as Grimley, with a final lunge, rammed the whole stiff 
length of his cock far up into her futilely resisting womb. 

But the cry, Crystal noticed with a thrill of anticipation, was less wild 
and protesting than before! As the man began a slow, teasing, in-and-out 
motion with his hips, fucking the big penis into the struggling girl, she 
was becoming acclimatized to the alien pole of flesh splitting apart the 
dilated walls of her vagina. Soon, the sadistic blonde knew, she would be 
fucking back and grinding her young pussy hungrily upwards while she mouthed 
incoherent obscenities and screamed for more ... it would be the perverted 
and exciting culmination of Crystal's plans, to see her innocent young 
neighbor reduced to a nakedly wailing mass of flesh while she was screwed 
silly by two men she didn't even know! 

"Go on, Gord!" she hissed. "Give it to her! Screw the shit out of the little 
bitch! Fuck her until she can't walk!" 

Panting with lustful excitement, the man increased the speed and power of 
his thrusts. His pelvis thudded rhythmically down against Sheila's loins, 
his thick, rigid penis pistoning in and out of her ravaged pussy as her body 
jerked and shuddered under the fury of his salacious sexual assault. 

Slowly the mewling sobs tearing from her lungs altered in tone. Once more 
the strange flickers of shameless arousal stabbed through her cock-filled 
belly with mounting intensity. Her wetly throbbing cunt was aflame with 
wanton desire as Grimley pounded his raping cock with ever-increasing 
violence into the scalding depths of her belly. The humiliations, the shame, 
the blackmail, her fears on account of her husband, her anger at having been 
made to miss his call, even the bestial violations she had suffered and was 
suffering, were forgotten in the thrill of that jackhammering staff of 
lust-thickened male hardness pumping relentlessly in and out of her inflamed 
cunt! The only thought left in her liquor-dimmed mind was that she must be 
fucked like this forever and ever.... 

She was transported so far out of herself that she hardly noticed when 
Grimley stopped his remorseless pounding, forced his arms beneath her 
shoulders and, crushing her tightly to him, rolled over on to his back so 
that she was now lying face down on top of him with her legs draped limply 
outside of his. She lay inertly above him, her dazed mind struggling 
ineffectually to strike a balance between the compulsive craving gnawing at 
her loins and the alarm bells of her conscience still faintly ringing no! 
no! no! 

It was only when a weight descended heavily on her back as Crystal straddled 
her naked form and sat down facing her feet that some inkling of the other 
thing they were about to do percolated through to her consciousness- but by 
then it was too late. Fear became certainty as the depraved blonde cupped 
her buttocks with her fingers and spread them obscenely apart, revealing the 
tiny puckered ring of Sheila's anus to the lustful gaze of the man who had 
already bent her to his perverted will once before. 

"There you are!" the squatting blonde panted wildly. "Fuck her asshole, Hal! 
Ram your cock up her ass! Shove it all the way up to her tits! She'll love 
it!" 

Grinning in lewd anticipation, Schaeffer crawled into position between the 
helpless young wife's spread legs. 

As the full realization of the bestial double fuck they were going to 
subject her to burst in her horrified mind, she struggled frantically 
between Grimley and the blonde, trying desperately to squirm away from the 
unyielding hands prying her naked buttocks apart. "No!" she cried, 
attempting to free her head and shoulders from the grasp of the man beneath 
her and at the same time throw Crystal off her back. "No, no, no! ... Not 
that! ... Please, please ... don't do it to me there! Don't!" 

But there was nothing she could do against their combined strength. She 
stared wide-eyed with horror into Grimley's leering face below her as 
Crystal bent forward and allowed a small trickle of spittle to fall onto the 
tightly clenching rectal ring nestling up between her openly spread 
buttocks. A moment later, chuckling lasciviously, Schaeffer had planted his 
knees on the inside of Grimley's legs and forced the trembling brunette's 
thighs further apart. Grinning at Crystal, he slithered his middle finger 
slowly up into the small, tightly clenched mouth of the captive young wife's 
anus. 

"Eeeeeuuuugggghhhh! Don't! You're hurting me! Stop! Stop!" 

Sheila screamed piercingly as his finger wormed mercilessly deeper and 
deeper up her unprotected little rectal passage and rotated teasingly around 
in the warm, buttery depths of her anus, widening and stretching the tiny 
opening in preparation for the greater penetration she knew must come. 

Then, slowly pulling his finger outward, the naked producer pulled back the 
foreskin sheathing his big cock and aimed the smooth rubbery head directly 
at her defensively cringing ass-hole. Lowering himself slowly as Crystal 
-edged back towards Sheila's shoulders, he pressed the thick, hard staff of 
his penis into the crevice of the pinioned girl's helplessly trembling ass. 
As she jerked and shuddered and moaned piteously, he spread the smooth, 
white moons apart with his own hands, levered himself up on his elbows, and 
guided his stone-hard cock straight at her saliva-glistening little anal 
mouth. 

"Aaaaaaaiiiiiieeeeeee!" Sheila groaned aloud as his lust-hardened pole of 
flesh pressed relentlessly up between her wide-held buttocks. "No! No! No! 
... Please don't fuck me there!!!" And her hips began a wild threshing from 
side to side in a futile attempt to evade the imminent ravishment of her 
defenseless rectum. But Grimley and Crystal between them were too strong for 
her. As Grimley arched his hips upward to raise the helpless brunette- still 
impaled on his stiff penis like an insect on a pin- more conveniently for 
Schaeffer's attack, the sadistic producer pressured his mercilessly hardened 
cockhead forward with increasing power. And suddenly the lust-swollen tip 
burst like a bombshell through the elastically resistant anal ring as the 
writhing girl's ass-hole split wide and then sucked back inward under the 
unfamiliar assault. 

"Eeeeeuuuugggghhhhh!" The skewered young wife screamed yet again as she felt 
the first brutal thrust up into her plundered rectum, gasping from the 
blinding pain that seared lance-like through her defenseless loins. 
Schaeffer lunged again and sank his hotly throbbing shaft halfway to the 
hilt. The girl groaned once more, her legs flailing wildly out on either 
side of the mattress as she strove to escape the inhuman invasion that was 
setting her belly in fire again. Her ass-cheeks jerked and twisted beneath 
his weight as she tried desperately to throw him off- but her struggles only 
worsened her position; every time she bucked and squirmed, she skewered 
herself further and further down on Grimley's rock-hard cock ramming up into 
her cunt from below. At last she gave a low sobbing moan as Schaeffer's 
long, thick penis sunk itself the final inch up into the hot rubbery depths 
of her rectum and his balls smacked heavily against her wide-stretched 
cuntal lips and the base of Grimley's cock already buried there. Crystal's 
breath escaped in a long sigh of satisfaction: "Okay- now you can sandwich 
fuck the snooty little bitch crazy, both of you!" she rasped. 

"Man, she's got a tight little asshole!" Schaeffer hissed from above her. "I 
bet it's never been fucked before!" 

Grinning obscenely, he started to fuck into the ravished young wife's 
wide-stretched anus with powerful sodomizing strokes as Grimley began to 
fuck his cock triumphantly up into her clasping young cunt from below. The 
two lust-stiffened rods of male flesh pistoned on and on into her helplessly 
jerking loins and soon, panting hoarsely with the mounting excitement of 
their depraved attack, the two men were buffeting her rhythmically between 
them like molded doll of softly resilient foam rubber, their thick, rigid 
penises fucking in and out of her belly like alternating connecting-rods. 

And for Sheila the feeling was changing now- changing from pain to something 
else ... something dark and mysterious and exciting. Abruptly she reared up 
between them, throwing the unprepared Crystal from her shoulders as her 
mouth opened to emit a long, wailing cry of subservient surrender which 
somehow translated itself into a lewd groan of passionate pleading. 

But the ravished young wife wasn't pleading for them to stop! 

She wanted them to go on- harder and harder! The drink-dimmed mists fogging 
her mind had momentarily cleared with the pain of her sodomization and in 
that sudden moment of clarity she had come to terms with the unacceptable, 
the dreadful fact that she had striven so hard to hide from herself, to 
suppress: now that the twinges of agony had subsided, she knew that the wild 
sensations flaming outward from her plundered loins and ravaging her nerves 
were sensations of desire; a wild, lewdly growing desire to be sandwich 
fucked by these two strangers until she could no longer stand it!!! 

The low, whining moans gargling in her throat altered to gasping groans of 
pleasure. Her hips started thrusting backwards to meet the plunging strokes 
of Schaeffer's cock crammed into the tautly stretched opening of her 
cock-filled anus, and then forward again to engulf the whole thick length of 
Grimley's hotly throbbing penis within the wetly gripping clasp of her cunt. 
Her entire body undulated frenziedly between the two men and her smoothly 
rounded young ass-cheeks began a lascivious gyrating movement of their own, 
squirming in lewd abandoned little circles between their two impaling shafts 
as she sought to get deeper and deeper up into her cock-stuffed belly. 

"Aaaaaagggghhhh!" she chanted in time with their pile-driving thrusts into 
her cunt and rectum. "Ooooogggghhhh! ... Aaaaiiiieee! ... Uuuuugggghhhh!" 

Her eyes stared wildly at Grimley's lust-contorted face below as her 
ecstatically convulsed body bucked and jerked under their wild 
double-fucking of her wide-split loins. Her head twisted frantically from 
side to side as they lunged mercilessly up into her ... on and on in time 
with their jack-hammer thrusts into her warmly welcoming cunt and anus. More 
and more frenzied the three of them became as their grunts of animal desire 
mingled with the obscene sucking and slapping noises of flesh on naked flesh 
in a wild crescendo of abandoned sexual excess. 

After watching them for a while with a smile of malevolent triumph, Crystal 
tiptoed from the room and closed the door behind her. 

* * * 

In a small study tucked away at the back of the house there was a telephone 
extension. Crystal unlocked the door and went in. Frowning for a moment in 
concentration, she lifted the receiver, dialed the long-distance operator, 
and gave a number. 

She listened to the succession of clicks and buzzes as the connection was 
made with a faint smile still curving her lips and then, as a voice 
answered, she began to speak. 

"Hello? ... Is that the Hotel Regina at Coronado? ... It is? Good! I'd like 
to speak with a Mr. Frank Miller who I believe is staying with you ... No, 
I'm afraid I don't know his room number, but he should have checked in this 
afternoon ... Yes, that's right- an address in Hartville, Los Angeles County 
... Very well, I'll hold on...." For a little while she remained standing, 
tapping one red-nailed finger on the edge of the desk as she hummed softly 
to herself. Then she straightened up as the distant voice began speaking 
again. 

"Yes?" she said. "I'm still here ... What did you say? ... Mr. Miller 
checked out again tonight? Are you sure? ... About an hour ago? I see ... He 
didn't say where he was going? ... No, of course not. That's quite all right 
... No, there's no message. Thank you very much." 

Slowly, she replaced the receiver on its rest. Then, with a slight frown of 
puzzlement furrowing her brow, she left the room and relocked the door. 

* * * 

In the bedroom, Sheila hardly noticed when the two men turned her 
sweat-glistening body over between them so that now Grimley was fucking into 
her seething cunt from on top and Hal Schaeffer was thrusting up into her 
now hotly clasping anal walls from below. 

When Crystal came back into the room and pressed the girl's nakedly 
quivering torso out sideways from between their sweating chests, stripped 
off the pants of her suit, and lowered her own wetly gaping pussy lips to 
the lust-crazed young wife's face, Sheila's greedily open mouth was eager 
and ready to suck at the hotly throbbing folds of the blonde's succulent 
cunt. Oh God! the wildly writhing young brunette thought through her 
passion-gripped mind. I could fuck like this forever!.... 

For a little longer, the obscene foursome threshed on the sagging bed- and 
then Crystal, driven out of her mind at the sight of the double ravishment 
of her innocent young neighbor's naked body and further inflamed by the 
girl's heated tongue flickering so avidly around the greedily throbbing tip 
of her clitoris, gave a shuddering cry and orgasmed. Ramming her frantically 
quivering pussy down against the young woman's hungrily slaving lips, she 
squeezed her thighs vise-like about Sheila's ears, threw back her head and 
cried out her climax aloud as her bucking pelvis shuddered in galvanic 
spasms and her cuntal juices flooded hotly down over the young wife's face 
and chin. 

Sheila herself was next to cum. Wrenching her head from between Crystal's 
trembling legs, she stiffened between the insanely fucking bodies of the two 
strangers. "Oh God, oh God, oh Godddddd!" she screamed. "I'm going to cum! 
... Yes, I'm going to cum! ... Oh God, I'm cumming, I'm cumming! ... Fuck my 
cunt! Fuck my ass! Screw me! Oh God ... keep on ... Oh ... oh ... oh ... 
ooooogggghhhhhh!" 

Borne up on the irresistible tide of her searing orgasm, the blood 
thundering demonically in her ears, she screamed out a release that seemed 
as if it would never end, begging and pleading with them to go on and on and 
on. 

Excitement flared wildly in the two men. Sensing their total conquest of the 
frantically jerking brunette's mind and body, her complete dependence on 
them, her slavish acceptance of what she had previously scorned and derided, 
they both plunged savagely forward at the same time, imbedding their 
suddenly furiously ejaculating cocks deep up inside her quaking cunt and 
anus ... pumping their creamy, white-hot sperm far up into her heaving belly 
in gush after spurting gush of lewd delight. 

When at last the hoarse, gasping cries of release had subsided, when finally 
the hungrily grasping walls of Sheila's cock plundered loins had sucked the 
last obscene drops of sperm from their now deflated cocks, after the four of 
them had collapsed in a satiated tangle on the rumpled covers, they lay for 
a long time in exhausted silence. Then Crystal levered herself off the bed 
and tiptoed from the room. 

The well fucked and sodomized young wife lay with her face pressed into the 
pillows while Grimley and Schaeffer got up and slowly dressed themselves. 
Drunk with sex and half drunk with alcohol, her mind floated on a bizarre 
sea of erotic delight in which she imagined her nakedly ravished body was 
continually fucked and used as they wished by an endless succession of men 
she had never seen before. It was only when the mattress sagged under a 
heavy weight and she became aware of whispers and chuckles in the room that 
she opened her bleary eyes. 

Crystal was giggling in a corner with the two men who had so recently 
violated Sheila's finally willing young body ... and a tall blond man she 
had noticed earlier in the evening was sitting in front of her on the bed 
with the fly of his pants splayed open and his long thick penis jutting 
menacingly out of it towards her face. 

"Just a little extra something for you, honey," the perverted blonde 
chortled. "Max is the greatest enthusiast for being cock-sucked in the 
neighborhood. See what you can do for him, baby- and make sure you suck him 
good!" 

The sex-dazed brunette stared open-eyed at the massively throbbing 
instrument spearing up only a few inches in front of her eyes. The thick, 
hard shaft was cum-filled in the ridge on it's underside, and the smooth 
fleshed cock-head, pulsing heavily under her gaze, already bore a clear 
pearl of seminal fluid welling lewdly from the slit in its tip. Almost of 
their own accord her wet lips parted ... she could imagine she already felt 
the stiff rubbery length of the huge, blood-engorged staff stretching her 
jaws apart, already tasted the warm, pungent flavor of the wetly glistening 
pole of flesh on her tongue, already sensed the rhythmic, bulging heaves 
with which it would erupt and shower her throat with sensuously boiling 
cum.... 

Her pulses quickened again. Reaching out one groping hand, she located the 
Bourbon bottle on the night table, carried it to her mouth, tilted- and 
drank down a mouthful of the fiery, mind-dimming liquor. A moment later she 
raised her head and closed her lips wetly over the waiting tip of the cock 
pulsating mesmerically in front of her fascinated eyes. 

After all, she thought dazedly as the whole stiff length of the huge, fleshy 
instrument slid wetly along her tongue, what did it matter now? What did 
anything matter ... now? 

It is almost exactly a hundred miles from Coronado to the center of Los 
Angeles. Frank Miller made it through the late night traffic in one hour and 
thirty-three minutes flat. Slewing the Buick into his own driveway, he 
sprinted for the front door and burst into his darkened house. Sheila was 
nowhere to be found. 

Hearing the sounds of drunken revelry coming from next door, he stared out 
the open door, saw the parked cars glittering in the light of a street lamp, 
made out the swaying forms of men and women through the undraped French 
windows. 

Knitting his brows into a scowl, he hesitated, walked a few uncertain steps 
across the lawn- and then, suddenly making up his mind, strode purposefully 
toward his neighbor's home. 

He burst into the smoke-filled, liquor-fumed living room with a face like a 
thundercloud, grimaced with disgust as his roving gaze took in half-clothed 
couples entwined obscenely on every available couch and chair, and then 
hurried across to where a dozen tipsy guests were grouped, giggling and 
applauding, around something that was happening on the floor. 

Seizing the shoulders of two adjacent men, he hurled them roughly aside and 
peered into the center of the circle. His eyes goggled and his jaw dropped. 

Sheila- his adorable, innocent, inexperienced and loving young wife- was 
kneeling naked on the floor, her widely ovaled mouth clasped around the 
stiffly jutting penis of a paunchy, bespectacled man of fifty whose pants 
gaped lewdly open at the fly. Her hands were cradled around the man's hairy 
testicles; her eyes were closed in ecstasy as her head bobbed greedily up 
and down the wet, glistening shaft of his throbbing cock; her pubic hair was 
matted and drenched with sperm ... and there were moist, sticky trails of 
half-dried cum on her belly, on the slopes of her ripely swelling breasts, 
and over the lovely planes of her lust-contorted face. She obviously had 
been fucked and cum on in every conceivable way possible. 

Behind her, eyes wide with salacious glee, Crystal Brent clapped in time to 
the obscenely sucking plunges of her young neighbor's rhythmically working 
head ... and three more men stood waiting their turns with their stiffened 
cocks already nakedly exposed and held in their lust-quivering hands.... 

Frank turned and bolted for the door. Flinging himself into the garden, he 
stood silent for a moment in disbelief. Then he walked on shaking legs back 
to his house. 

Twenty minutes later, his face a mask of pain and disillusion, he tottered 
down the steps to the driveway carrying two heavy suitcases and a briefcase 
stuffed with papers. Hurling them on to the back seat of the Buick, he 
slumped behind the wheel and listened. 

Across the lawn from Crystal Brent's house there floated a chorus of shouts 
and admiring laughter- followed by a high-pitched, whinnying giggle of idiot 
amusement ... a sex-crazed, mindless, drunken giggle that rose insanely up 
the scale and hung on the edge of madness against the stillness of the 
night. A giggle that came from the cock-stretched, cum-smeared lips of the 
wantonly naked brunette who was his wife.... 

A sob tore itself from Frank Miller's own lips. He slammed the driver's 
door, gunned the motor, and drove the big car away- he needed to do some 
thinking ... deep, deep thinking.... 

* * * 

EPILOGUE 

Crystal Brent stood in her garden pretending to spray the roses while she 
watched the last load of furniture being carried into the house next door 
from the moving van. On the far side of the clipped hedge beyond her lawn 
the new owners were directing the men where to put the various pieces. The 
husband, Crystal saw, was tall, blond and athletic, a crew-cut 
football-player type. The real estate agent who had sold them the property 
had told Crystal that the new owner worked out of a fashionable attorney's 
office in downtown Los Angeles. The wife was a petite and curvy young blonde 
who had once been buyer for a smart boutique in Glendale. They had only been 
married a few months and it was obvious from the lingering glances they 
exchanged as the moving men came and went that they were still very much in 
love ... and dying to be left alone in their new home! 

The tall blonde older woman moved closer to the hedge and picked the 
deadheads from a clump of flowers in the herbaceous border. The new couple 
looked, she reflected, as if they might prove to be ... well, interesting. 
More interesting, anyway, than those namby-pamby Millers who had been in the 
house before. It was too bad about the Millers, she thought to herself. They 
had never really belonged here; they were far too naive and unsophisticated 
for the neighborhood, much too simple for Crystal and the set she ran 
with.... 

They said the husband had quit his job and gone back East to stay awhile 
with his folks. He should never have left them, the seductive blonde mused: 
he was a handsome young stud all right, but emotionally hardly out of 
diapers! As for the wife ... well, that was just an old story retold- 
perhaps even a sad one if it hadn't been so pathetic. 

Crystal sniffed contemptuously as she rolled up the garden hose and stowed 
it in the garage. She had no time for squares, and the Miller girl had 
certainly been that. Nor could she abide people who couldn't handle their 
problems and their private lives in an adult way. Just look at what had 
happened to- what was her name? Sylvia? Cynthia? Sheila? Yes, that was it: 
Sheila! 

It was a fine way to behave for a pretty young chick of her age, just 
because her husband had walked out on her! Fancy still hanging around the 
neighborhood, living in some crummy apartment on the outskirts of town, so 
they said, with hardly a cent to her name! Had she no pride at all? She was 
fast becoming an alcoholic, according to the barman at the Mountain Inn ... 
and Crystal had heard a rumor circulating among some of her movie friends 
that the girl had actually been fucking everyone in sight for drinks! Jesus- 
what a way to carry on! 

Still, that was life, she supposed. Shrugging her elegant shoulders, she 
brushed back a lock of blonde hair that had fallen over her eyes and came 
out into the garden again. 

The moving men were just slotting the bars across the tailgate of the truck. 
As she watched, they climbed up into the cab and the vehicle lumbered away 
down the street toward the avenue. 

The sun was sinking in a ball of orange fire beyond the violet haze 
blanketing the city below and stretching out over the ocean. The long 
shadows of cypress trees fingering the lawn were already fading. Crystal 
went indoors to fix her hair and freshen her make-up. 

Ten minutes later she was walking through the gathering dusk up her 
neighbors' driveway to press the front doorbell. The door was opened by the 
young ravishing blonde girl. 

"Good evening," the sophisticated blonde said with a wide smile. "My name is 
Crystal Brent. I'm your next door neighbor. You must be exhausted-moving is 
so tiring, isn't it? So I was wondering whether you and your husband would 
care to drop by my place later tonight? I have a few friends coming around 
and I thought it might make a change for you ... " 


THE END
