The Tormented Widow
by Allan Chase 


FOREWORD 

The problem of young widowhood is one that many experts in the field of 
psychiatry and social relations have found extremely difficult to handle 
effectively. Nowadays, with the dissolution of organized religion, there are 
no traditional outlets for the grief a young woman feels after the loss of 
her loved one. 

The problem of the war-widow seems even more insurmountable. Not only is she 
young and widowed, but she must also struggle against a myriad of irrational 
social sanctions which prohibit her from seeking out male companionship 
after a normal period of mourning has passed. Unconsciously, she may feel 
she is committing a wrong against the memory of her husband and betraying a 
sacred trust to her country by breaking her sexual abstinence while the war 
effort is still going on. 

As the Viet-Nam conflict winds down to an unsteady truce, many unhappy tales 
of separation and loss are coming to a hopeful if not happy ending: families 
are reunited, young women who have lost their husbands now feel free to 
pursue their lives in a normal, healthy fashion. But what of those untold 
stories that have marked a dark and confused period in our nation's history? 
Who has been standing by to record the anguish experienced by women who have 
lost their husbands during an era of unprecedented disruption in the moral 
fabric of our society? 

We, the Publishers, are proud to present this new novel by Allan Chase. He 
has drawn a picture that is true-to-life in its portrayal of young Liz 
Calloway's attempts to break free from those forces which have forced her 
into a limbo of painful sexual abstinence. The author draws from the full 
range of human emotions in presenting this story and there are no punches 
pulled. It may not be pleasant, but it's a story of our times, and a 
necessary one that needs to be told. 

-The Publishers 

 CHAPTER ONE 

Karen Soames couldn't see the face, but she knew it was her new neighbor Liz 
Calloway because of the way male heads quickly turned as the pretty young 
widow cut through the sidewalk overcrowded now with summer people. And it 
was the long-haired blonde girl's walk cool, self-contained and proud ... 
despite the hot, sticky New England coastal air ... despite the hungry, 
leering looks at her "sex pot" body. Those glances came from outsiders, 
Karen realized hippies wandering the "quaint old towns" for the summer or 
white-legged businessmen in baggy Bermudas. Everyone else knew Elizabeth 
Calloway ... so innocent and lady-like, so youthfully cheerful despite her 
recent tragedy ... came from one of the oldest, most upper class families in 
this very staid, class-conscious New England town. 

Perhaps they mistook her for some movie star on vacation, Karen giggled to 
herself with great amusement. 

The lithe young brunette watched the silly spectacle from a splintery park 
bench in the shady village square. On either side were the things she'd 
bought that morning they practically took up the whole bench. And at her 
feet rested the handsome, ebony-coated German Shepherd named Blacky that the 
young housewife took everywhere with her. He was on a leash, stretched out 
sleek and black on the shadow-dappled sidewalk, but he glanced up at her 
frequently like a lover with watchful, wickedly gleaming big brown eyes. 

Arranging her packages under either elbow, she nodded at Blacky, stood up 
and began to cross from the park to the other side of the narrow street. The 
pretty brunette had an hour to kill before she could go home and she hoped 
her new neighbor might join her for a cup of coffee. 

It was Liz all right! The generously curved blonde had stopped just before 
the corner and Karen could see her peering thoughtfully into an antique shop 
window. The brunette came up beside her and dropped her packages to the 
sidewalk for the moment. 

"Oh, hello there!" Liz turned with a surprised smile. 

"I was sitting on that park bench over there," Karen jerked her head, then 
went on breathlessly. "Do you feel like a cup of coffee?" 

"Yes, that sounds good. Could you wait a minute? I have to pick up something 
here." 

"Okay." 

"Well?" Liz stopped at the door. "I'll wait here," Karen nodded down at her 
packages. 

The weary shopper could feel perspiration inching down her scalp as the 
bells tinkled on the door and the cool-looking blonde disappeared into the 
dusty cluttered antique shop. Jesus, she was glad Liz had slowed down, 
otherwise she would never have caught up with her. As friendly as she was, 
Elizabeth Calloway just wasn't the kind of person whose name you screamed 
out in public from a crowded sidewalk. 

Liz was back in a couple of minutes, carrying something knitted under her 
arm. Karen raised her eyebrows: the temperature was stuck at 90. 

"Where shall we go?" Liz said. 

"Any place that isn't interesting, old, or quaint. How about Rexall's 
Drugstore?" She dived immediately for her packages, suddenly liking the idea 
because it was out of the ordinary. 

"At least there wouldn't be any tourists," the blonde hesitated. 

Karen watched her intently through her sunglasses as the two girls climbed 
the steep hill away from the downtown district. Liz was wearing skin-tight 
slacks, sandals, and a vaguely see-through shirt, her full breasts bouncing 
around inside in two firm, ripely swelling bulges. Why any woman as young 
and gorgeous-looking as Liz Calloway would want to remain in a little town 
like Pepperston was beyond Karen's understanding. 

The two girls walked into the air conditioned drugstore and headed for the 
back booth. The darker woman caught another glimpse of the opulently rounded 
breasts when the blonde bent over to get into the booth. 

"Well, what's up?" Karen asked, as if she really expected an answer. 

"Same old thing," Liz smiled. "Nothing ever new around here. You ought to 
know that by now." 

"As you may or may not have noticed, I let my hair down," Karen ran her 
fingers over her dark hair which was now parted on the side and hung down 
straight and silky to her shoulders. She knew one side kept falling over her 
eyes, giving her a slightly wanton appearance. Usually she wore it in a neat 
twist at the nape of her delicately carved neck. That had been the first 
compromise when her executive-husband had taken a job in the new paper 
company built outside of Pepperston but this was how she used to wear it. 

"It looks very nice," Liz said. 

"I'm glad you said that," Karen went on. "I ran into that bag Mrs. Lowell 
and she kept asking what I had done to myself. I bet she told me five times 
the old way looked so much nicer! So she doesn't like it, I thought. Well, 
fuck her!" 

A slight pause followed her comment and Karen Soames realized she had gone 
too far, done it again! Every time she relaxed around some local person, she 
ended up opening her pretty mouth and shocking them. She was never going to 
fit in! Damn this boring town, damn her husband too... 

"How's your husband?" Liz broke the silence, interrupting the other woman's 
thoughts, almost as though she had been reading them. 

"Pretty dull," Karen admitted glumly. Now that she had got started, the 
sensually alluring brunette felt stuck in this outspoken mood. "He's a 
workhorse, which makes for pretty routine living, especially in the 
bedroom." 

"You've got a nice place," the blonde pointed out. 

"That's what I always told myself. Yesterday I walked out by the pool and 
asked myself: 'Is it worth it?! ' Well, I decided it wasn't!" 

The brunette hesitated, then went on: "You want to know the truth, I'm 
building up my own personal account in preparation for moving out of here 
... alone. That's why I've been sitting around here all day. Sunday is his 
day home. We're avoiding each other as much as possible ... It's mutually 
agreed upon." 

Abruptly, Karen shut up. Obviously, Liz didn't want to know. Karen was from 
a well-to-do family in New York City. In New York, everyone seemed to talk 
about their problems, was going through analysis and so forth. But 
Pepperston was very different. People here seemed satisfied with their 
simple lives they never complained about anything, except maybe the weather. 
A wave of guilt surged through her too. Poor Liz had lost her husband in 
Vietnam just three years ago and would probably be glad to have any husband 
with the usual exciting male equipment. 

After that, Karen resumed her ordinarily good-natured manner, and the two 
girls discussed Liz's new apartment which was just around the block from the 
Soame's split-level house. Both lived on the fringes of town in a new modern 
development. Liz's place was a two-story apartment in a swank set-up of 
connecting townhouses. Most of the residents of the area were executives 
like Karen's husband, brought in from New York or Boston to manage the new 
paper plant. 

"I hate to be rude," the young blonde was suddenly saying. "But I've got to 
buy a few more things before the stores close, Karen. I'm going out for the 
evening." 

A date? Karen wondered, but didn't ask. The two girls parted in front of the 
drugstore, where Liz gave Blacky a friendly pat just before she waved and 
took off. 

Karen watched the enticing girl walk back down the hill toward the shopping 
area, then turned down a side street where she had parked her car. A 
handsome blonde man whizzing by in a red MG caught her eye. Although she was 
married, Karen was keeping an eye out for someone, but it wasn't easy in a 
burg like Pepperston. Why Liz Calloway, who was single... 

Well, she had enough problems of her own, Karen reminded herself as she 
opened the door of the station wagon, letting Blacky crawl in first to sit 
beside her on the front seat. Then she slid in and closed the door, glancing 
around to make sure no one was about. 

Slowly she leaned forward, holding Blacky's face warmly, then near 
breathless, she parted her moistened lush lips with her lewdly darting 
tongue. Unhesitatingly, his longer, thicker one gently touched it in a fiery 
caress. 

"Oh, you gorgeous creature," Karen pulled away and stroked his powerfully 
muscled back. "What would I do without you, my sexy darling?" 

 CHAPTER TWO 

Elizabeth Calloway walked a block down the hill, then stopped under the 
awning of a hardware store, waiting for the sound of Karen Soames' station 
wagon pulling out of the village. When the heavy car roared down Hillside 
Lane, she stepped back out onto the sidewalk. It was silly, she knew, but 
she didn't want Karen to know that she was actually visiting another friend 
rather than going shopping. 

The young blonde crossed Main, approaching an older apartment house from an 
alley. She picked her way through the muddy backyard then climbed the 
staircase that crawled up the outside of the ramshackle building. She 
stopped where the stairs turned into a small landing at the third floor. 
Looking down at the treetops and the cars parked in the lot below, she 
experienced a feeling of vertigo that added to her already uneasy feeling. 
Tonight she was going out on the first date she'd had since her husband Bob 
was killed, and she felt as nervous as a ballerina on opening night. 

She rang the bell, then glanced at her watch, and her stomach sank queasily 
as she realized there was only one hour left before Kevin Burroughs picked 
her up at her apartment. Her handsome blonde date was a new executive at the 
paper company and lived three apartments down from Liz in the Colonial 
Groves Townhouses. 

But first she had to get this damn bikini altered. Simon had to be out of 
his mind if he thought she was going to wear this in public! Bobby and Simon 
were the two homosexuals that ran the antique shop. Simon, who did some 
clothes designing on the side, had whipped up this two-piece, see-through 
bit of nothing as a favor. Some favor! She'd taken one look at it in the 
antique shop and practically fainted. 

"Elizabeth, darling," the door suddenly open and Simon stepped back with a 
limp flick of his wrist. 

"Simon!" Elizabeth charged through the door into the two men's living room. 
"I picked this up from Bobby at the shop. How could you do this to me? You 
don't expect me to wear this tonight, do you?" she demanded, her voice 
rising. 

"I do," Simon said coolly. "And you will look great." 

Liz was already in the bathroom undressing. She tore off her clothes, then 
slipped into the tiny white bikini, jumping up to the rim of the bathtub in 
order to get a better look at herself in the mirror over the sink. Oh God, 
she thought, Simon had cut it in such a way that she was worse than naked! 
Every curve in her tanned body stood out and was accentuated against the 
white material. Her fully swelling breasts were more exposed than covered. 
She turned and saw her firm young ass-cheeks only half-contained by the 
high-cut leg bands. No man could look at her without inevitably thinking 
just one thing. Despite her upbringing, one thought, one word came to Liz's 
mind: Fuck! She almost felt embarrassed before Simon as she charged back 
into the living room to show him. 

Giving him an angry glare that could have boiled water, she began to walk 
back and forth across the living room. She hadn't taken off her high-heeled 
sandals and, as she walked slowly across the room, her breasts quivered and 
her hips and pelvis swayed and undulated in an inbred provocative rhythm. 
Elizabeth was brazenly parading, but she was doing in on purpose: she wanted 
Simon to see the impossibility of his creation on her roundly voluptuous 
body. No one said anything. It was so still in the room you could hear the 
ticking of the antique grandfather clock and the soft step of her shoes on 
the deep pile carpet. Finally, Liz turned to face her friend. 

Simon came up to her and slowly walked around her, his eyes cold yet 
interested as he took in each part of her well-endowed, sculpted young 
perfection. He stopped and stared long at her smooth, tautly out thrust 
buttocks, came around in front to admire each jutting breast separately, 
took in her loins and firm molded thighs and legs with an unexpected 
intensity that made Liz suddenly nervous. For a moment, he said nothing, his 
eyes drinking in her body while Liz flushed and averted her eyes. 

"I look at you and I'm sorry I'm such a fag," he finally said softly. 

"Then, you see what I'm talking about," Liz flushed even deeper. 

"Yes, I see what you mean," Simon spun away from her, covering his eyes. 
"Now get back in your clothes quick before Bobby comes home and sees you 
like that. He'd be jealous!" 

In spite of herself, Liz had to laugh. As she changed in the bathroom, Simon 
came to her with a drink. Turning his head away, he held out a martini 
around the half-opened door saying, "I'm sorry, darling. But I still think 
the suit is great. It's just that you're not ready for it." 

"What the heck is that supposed to mean?" Liz, on the other side of the 
door, tossed back her head and drained the glass in one gulp. 

"Well ... I'll wait till you come out." 

Liz dressed quickly, anxious to hear what he would say. Despite this current 
misunderstanding, Bobby and Simon were practically her best friends in 
Pepperston. If someone had told her four years ago that she would be friends 
with two homosexuals, she would have thought they were nuts. But she was. 
All her high school friends had got married just like she had. But their 
husbands hadn't been killed, and well, they were all busy now raising 
children. Liz had naturally been left socially with the newcomers to the 
little town, and she felt more and more drawn to them every day. That was 
why she had consciously decided to move to the new apartment. That was where 
the young single people were and she was a part of that group, whether she 
wanted to be or not. 

Simon handed her another drink as she came out. "Look, this is all so 
painful. But I've known you a long time. I know your whole story." He 
laughed awkwardly. "Prettiest girl in town marries the high school 
quarterback, loses him. And is losing her days of former glory. I'm giving 
you two pieces of unwanted and unasked-for advice." 

"What?" Liz asked curiously. 

"Well, for one thing, get out of Pepperston. You've been a big fish in a 
little puddle too long." 

"And secondly?" 

Simon moved over and sat on the arm of a chair, swinging one leg. "In one 
word: Fuck!" 

Elizabeth flinched and fought to keep her composure. "You're being filthy." 

"And you, my sweet young thing, are a prude. It shows. Being a prude goes 
over big when you're seventeen and the Homecoming Queen, but not in a woman 
who's been married who's twenty-three. Look at yourself!! I know you well 
enough to know you can't even remember what Bob Calloway looked like. Six 
months married and he's gone three years. So quit using his memory as an 
excuse not to do what I, my dear, simply love to do. Fuck fuck some 
beautiful men. Go out and have an affair, have two, three affairs. Live a 
little!" 

Although she felt as if she had just been scalded, Elizabeth finished off 
the drink and let the words sink in. They were ruthless, but true 
nonetheless. Even Bob had called her a prude. And now that she was finally 
going out, what was her concern? How much would Kevin Burroughs expect her 
to give in to him ... sexually! Liz knew from reading the papers and 
magazines that standards had changed considerably since the days when she 
was a popular high schooler. 

"So it's your considered opinion that I should let ... let this Kevin 
Burroughs make ... make love to me when we go out tonight?" she said, 
picking up her purse. 

"Why not?" Simon screeched, following her to the door. 

"Because ... I just couldn't!" 

"Well, then, will you just relax and let what happens happen ... instead of 
setting up your guard against everything from the beginning?" 

Liz kissed Simon on the cheek and stepped outside the door. 

"I guess that's the way to go about it," she admitted. "I was wondering what 
attitude to take. That sounds like a good solution, Simon." 

"Whatever will be, will be," Simon waved at her receding figure. "Just don't 
do anything I wouldn't do!" 

Laughing slightly, Liz shook her head and made her way to Main Street where 
she had parked her car. The next hour was spent scurrying around her 
apartment, picking out something to wear and doing her hair with a haste 
that didn't leave much time for thought. Still, she knew she felt better 
after the conversation with Simon. like he said, she'd just relax and flow 
with the evening. Liz was really feeling the two martinis now and, in a 
daring mood, she fixed herself two more just before Kevin Burroughs arrived. 

 CHAPTER THREE 

Burroughs himself was a pleasant surprise-nice-looking, well-mannered, not 
at all the lecherous bore the apprehensive blonde had feared he'd turn into 
when they were alone together. He accepted the change in plans he had asked 
her to go swimming with good grace. Instead, they had a scrumptious dinner 
of lobster thermidor and two bottles of white wine at the best seafood 
restaurant in the area. 

By the time they came out, she almost wished she hadn't left the daring 
swimsuit at Simon's. The evening was pitch dark, warm but muggy. Wisps of 
fog floated across the parking lot from the ocean less than a mile away. She 
followed Burroughs to his red MG and conversed with him comfortably as he 
drove around the town, which was typically dark and quiet on a Sunday night. 
Liz didn't know exactly what he had in mind to do next, but she didn't worry 
much about it, she was so relaxed from the drinks they'd had and his casual 
manner. 

"I like Pepperston," the young blonde-haired bachelor said as he began 
heading out of town. "It's close to Boston, but there's still a country 
atmosphere." 

Liz peered out the front window of the sports car. The headlights made a 
tunnel through the fog glimmering murkily before them. 

"I really don't have much to compare it with," she said with a slightly 
intoxicated slur. "Pepperston is the world to me." 

"Hell ... " Kevin Burroughs laughed. "It's a nice piece of the world. I've 
lived in New York and other places," he made a right on a deserted country 
road heading toward the beach. " ... Don't worry, you're not missing much." 

Burroughs looked at the girl's image in the mirror. The shifting light 
played in ghostly triangles over her high-arched cheekbones and caught in 
her green eyes where it seemed to dance and glint in fiery emerald sparks. 

"After Bob was killed, I didn't have much interest in seeing anything," she 
said. 

He was silent for a moment; then he said, "Well, I can understand that. But, 
after three years now, maybe you'd enjoy it." 

She gave a short laugh. "People keep telling me that. But it's difficult." 
Then, abruptly, she changed the subject. "That was a wonderful dinner, 
Kevin. But why are you driving out here?" 

The thick foliage along the roadside brushed against the small sports car. 
Kevin made a sound deep in his throat that was more like a grunt, a response 
to the rough dirt road that had become nothing more than a few ruts in marsh 
grass. "Thought we'd take a look at the scenery," he said. 

"Some scenery," her voice was light and musical. "I can't see anything but 
fog and a few cattails." 

Funny weather this time of year," he said. 

"Yes, funny weather," she said. "And you're pretty odd yourself." 

"Think I'm trying to put the make on you?" 

She lit a cigarette. He could see the ember deepen orange as she took a 
drag, exhaled, and said, "I'm not vain. But I am single." 

"Shit." 

"Is that any way to talk on a first date?" 

"Shit, shit, shit," he said. 

"You are crazy," she said. 

Burroughs brought the car to a halt next to a thicket. Through breaks in the 
bushes, he could make out the white sand of the beach. The fog had cleared 
down by the water, and there were a few stars peeping through the cloud 
cover. The rush of waves could be heard, muffled in the distance. 

"Let's get out and walk down to the water," he leaped out and came around to 
her side of the car. 

She looked up as he helped her from the low-built MG and saw he was carrying 
a blanket. 

"I didn't tell you this," she said as she took his arm, "but I've got my own 
self-imposed curfew hours." 

"Same here," he said, placing his arm around her shoulder and letting it 
ride casually against the side of one of her full jutting breasts. He was 
just close enough so he could feel its resilient ripeness bouncing slightly 
as they broke through the brush and began walking through the high grass 
toward the beach. 

"Your own curfew hours?" she laughed. "Who're you kidding?" 

"I gotta be home in time to get up for work the next morning. Us execs need 
a couple hours sleep like anybody else." 

"You think pretty highly of yourself," she said. 

Burroughs stopped when they reached the sand. "Okay, I admit I'm not a 
stickler on time. When do you have to be home?" 

"Well ... about one," she floundered. 

He glanced at his luminous watch dial. It was ten-thirty. Funny how she'd 
announced it just when he'd stopped the car, Burroughs thought. She was 
obviously nervous and more than a little high from the booze they'd consumed 
at the Jolly Fisherman. He could understand why she felt uncomfortable with 
him, though after all, driving her out to the deserted beach at this time of 
night did seem kind of strange. 

"Look down there, toward the water," he said suddenly, pointing toward the 
shifting line of surf. The fog had lifted now and the surf was illuminated 
by an almost cloudless, star-filled sky. 

She turned in the direction he was pointing, then he was suddenly drawing 
her toward him and kissing her warmly on the mouth. She managed, confusedly, 
to pull away from him. "What was that for?" 

"It's an old trick," he laughed with self-satisfaction. "You distract the 
enemy, then take advantage." 

Liz disentangled herself from Kevin's embrace and looked at him defiantly. 
He was smiling boyishly, a lock of blonde hair falling over his forehead, 
and Liz's obdurate look quickly melted. Yes ... she thought, he was 
handsome. A charmer, in fact which was precisely why she suddenly felt very 
nervous about accompanying the young accounts executive to Loames' Beach. It 
was becoming ever more apparent what he was looking for but at the same time 
she was trying to remember Simon's advice. 

Kevin led them a way down the beach and then dropped the blanket on the 
sand. "C'mon, make yourself comfortable." He arranged it evenly, smiled at 
her. "I only bite knees." 

"Knees?" she laughed. 

"I'm on a diet," he quipped. 

She just stood there watching him look at her. 

Elizabeth's beauty was very definitely beyond that of the run-of-the-mill 
chicks Kevin had dated in this staid provincial town. Glancing at her caused 
a tightening in his groin, made his goddamn throat go dry. But, for Christ's 
sakes, she was also the kind of girl who made you feel a chill run down the 
back of your neck, as though she were too high and mighty and indifferent to 
make any time with. But he'd sure as hell give it a try. 

"I think," she said, "you should drive me home." 

He sat down on the blanket. "Here's the car keys," he dangled the chain in 
his hand, then dropped it into his shirt pocket. "You said you didn't have 
to be home till one ... it's only ten-thirty." 

"Okay, you win," Liz was caught off-guard. "But just for awhile. No 
nonsense, mind you." 

He flattened out the blanket on the sand, moving over to let her sit down 
beside him. 

"You smoke pot?" he asked. "I bring it up apropos of this joint I just 
happen to have in my pocket." 

"I don't indulge." 

"You don't indulge," he muttered and shook his head. Liz had the 
uncomfortable feeling he was mocking her. 

He lit the marijuana cigarette, took a deep drag, and held the smoke in his 
lungs for a long time. She watched him, trying to hide her curiosity. It was 
the first time she'd ever seen anyone actually smoking marijuana, though 
she'd heard lots of her high school friends talk about getting high. 

"S'good stuff," he coughed, blowing out what remained of the smoke from his 
lungs. "Go ahead. Try it." 

"No, not that I'm a prude or anything." 

"The fact that you don't do it means you are a prude," he gently pointed 
out. 

"You're pushing me about it. I don't like that, Kevin." 

"All right. "He shrugged and dragged again on the cigarette, let his vision 
slip from the curvaceously tantalizing profile of the girl to the star-shot 
water beyond her. He was feeling pretty damn good ... and he knew if he 
could get her to feel the same way, it would be easy sailing the rest of the 
evening. "Ooooohh, I feel real nice," he said. 

"That's wonderful," she said, an edge of sarcasm in her voice. 

"It's a groovy, groovy feeling." 

"Really?" 

"Go on. Give it a try," he handed her the cigarette. 

She held it in her hand, turned the brown paper slowly between her index and 
forefingers. 

"If you don't do anything about that cigarette, I'll have to take it away 
from you and smoke all of it myself." 

"Darn you," she said. 

"Well, to be perfectly blunt, you're wasting it," he said with a sudden 
boyish petulance that made Elizabeth giggle. 

She felt his hand resting lightly on the outside of her thigh. It made her 
suddenly nervous, and, in an almost reflexive gesture, she brought the brown 
paper cigarette to her lips and puffed, then dragged deeply. 

"That's it. Now hold it in ... deep, deep inside," he said. 

She felt a harsh burning sensation singe through her lungs. Then there was a 
hot, tingling pressure in the pit of her belly. Her eyesight blurred, 
misfocused. For an instant, there were two Kevins; there were twice as many 
stars in the sky. "Wow," she said. "I feel very, very strange." 

"Relax," he said reassuringly. "If you take another drag, it'll even things 
out." 

Elizabeth could still feel his hand on her full firm thigh, could distinctly 
make out the imprint of each of his fingers ... but for the moment she 
mutely followed his instructions, dragging again and holding the smoke 
inside her lungs as long as she could. The cigarette was drawn away from 
her, then Kevin snuffed it out in the sand. Suddenly, he was pulling up the 
hem of her skimpy skirt until her roundly contoured thigh was exposed beside 
the glimmering sand, suddenly white-looking and equally shimmering. 
"Something's wrong, terribly wrong," she said. 

"No, you're just seeing things ... as they are!" he insisted calmly. 

The young blonde made an effort to get up, but her body refused to respond 
to her mental command. Then she felt his arm curling around her from behind. 

Liz told herself she should return to her apartment. It wasn't right, 
sitting next to this strange man out in the middle of nowhere. God only 
knew, she thought, what he might think of her behavior on this, their first 
date. But the marijuana had made her strangely lazy... 

The young executive grabbed a handful of sand and sifted it through his 
fingers. His blonde hair was a perfect accent to the light blue shirt 
covering his broad shoulders, and, each time he lifted another handful of 
sand, she could feel ripples through his hard chest muscles against her 
back. His thighs and legs were well-developed, and, as she looked down 
between them at his slacks, her belly and loins flamed with a sudden 
passion. His cock was hard, she could see by the way the tight restricting 
material bulged out toward her! 

"I have to go," she said, rising abruptly. 

Kevin Burroughs uttered a low unconcerned grunt, and, for some unknown 
reason, she felt her legs grow weak so that she sank back down onto the 
blanket. 

Kevin laughed, then reached behind and tossed some sand gently at her. She 
brushed the sand from her breast, unconsciously blushing, and said, "Very 
funny." 

"Thank you." 

Then she frowned, and he imitated her expression. He leaned so close to her 
she could feel his chest muscles and his breath hurtling down the back of 
her neck. 

"I really have to go," she said. 

"Then I'm afraid you'll have to go by yourself. I'm too high to drive at the 
moment." 

"Well, of all the nerve," Liz felt irritable for a moment, but it got caught 
up in a weird burst of hilarity. "My God," she giggled, feeling another one 
of those strange hot flames curling up through her belly. 

She felt the young executive's lips, moist and sensuous, beginning to kiss 
her arm, nibbling at the sensitive goose-bumps of flesh, and she laughed, 
tentatively trying to pull away from him. 

"No," he said firmly. 

He was kissing her neck now, licking his tongue along the suntanned skin 
until he was caressing below her ear, blowing hotly against the sensitive 
lobe. She tried more resolutely to get up again, but he held her by the 
forearm, twisting himself toward her so that their lips met and his tongue 
wormed wetly up into her mouth. 

"Oooooh," she gasped, in spite of herself. 

He laughed and kissed her again. It felt like thousands of tiny sparklers 
igniting in her loins. Still feeling dazed by his lightning kisses, she felt 
him shift his weight, and then she looked across to see him lying down 
beside her trembling body. She reassured herself that no one could see them 
in the encompassing darkness, but in the pale moonlight, she made out the 
length of his hard rigid penis. It was thick and ramrod stiff, thrusting 
obscenely out against his slacks, and she thought she could see a dark stain 
seeping through the material. 

The young executive laid his hand on her thigh and stroked it up her nakedly 
quivering leg. She tightened her hand into a fist, but, as soon as she felt 
his fingers fluttering back down her thigh, she unclasped her hand, 
instinctively relaxing. Her head fell back, her eyes closed and her 
breathing became deep and even. 

Suddenly, she felt his hands at her sweater, drawing it up over her head, 
then unclasping her white lacy brassiere. As the drugged young woman leaned 
forward to let him, she heard that warning voice that had come to her two 
days before when he had asked her out. 

Kevin's eyes widened as the full rounded breasts leaped free of their 
confinement, swelling lushly in front of his face. He half gasped, half 
growled as he stared hungrily at the firm-fleshed mounds glowing in the 
moonlight. Consistent with her slightly blushing complexion, her small round 
nipples were the palest of pink, delicate and finely formed. 

The young bachelor grunted lustfully as he began to knead and suck the 
incredible voluptuousness of her full heaving breasts. Liz turned toward her 
handsome date, her half-naked body quivering beside him on the blanket as he 
continued sucking her eagerly throbbing breasts, sliding the stiffening 
nipples up and down between his teeth in a slow tantalizing rhythm. 

Once again, Liz glanced up the beach to make sure no one was around to see 
them, but the velvet darkness had shrouded the drifts of sand only a few 
yards ahead. 

Suddenly, Burroughs rose to his knees and was hovering over her on all 
fours. He reached behind to undo her sandals, then with equal abruptness his 
fingers were sliding up under her short skirt, fastening on the tight 
elastic waistband of her bikini panties. Before her marijuana-addled mind 
could determine what to do, he was slowly peeling the white nylon panties 
down her passionately heaving belly and off her legs. He threw them 
somewhere into the darkness. 

He turned to her. "List up your legs." 

"You want me to lift up my legs?" she repeated idiotically. 

He smiled and she noticed his lips ... they were twisted lewdly. "Yes, open 
your legs ... wide. I want to get a good look at this lovely little pussy." 

"Don't say things like that," Liz shuddered. "No one's ever talked like that 
to me." 

"Well, now you've heard it," he said with a streak of impatience in his 
voice. He put one hand gently on her shoulder, pushing her back down to the 
ground and used the other to shove her short skirt all the way up to her 
feminine tapering waistline. "Damn," he cursed softly through the darkness. 

As though that would help her comprehend the situation, Liz squinted down at 
her naked white belly and the blonde cuntal "vee" nestled below the lewdly 
hunched-up skirt at her waistline. Without warning, Kevin knelt farther down 
between her parting ankles. Something inside the wine-and-drug-benumbed 
young girl urged her to get away, but she ignored the warnings in her 
abnormally lax condition. Suddenly, she was incapable of movement. 

Burroughs' lascivious eyes feasted on the soft golden triangle of pubic hair 
up between her legs as, almost worshipfully, he put his hands on her knees 
and forced them apart. He stroked and kissed her smooth trembling inner 
thigh, feeling the young widow shudder and then sigh deeply. 

"What are you doing, what's going on?" Her voice seemed to open up a hole in 
the darkness. 

"I'm going to eat your pussy." 

Silence, then, "Please ... don't!" 

There was no answer. 

Elizabeth felt his hotly searching lips on her other thigh, his quivering 
tongue playing in light staccato against her naked skin as his hands worked 
the resilient thigh-flesh of her legs, racing fitfully up and down their 
firm shapely smoothness. 

To give himself better access, he placed one of her feet on top of his 
thighs, and through her toes she could feel his throbbing cloth-covered 
penis. She tried to kick her foot away, but he grasped her ankle and pulled 
it back until it was resting firmly on the turgidly pulsating shaft of his 
aching blood-engorged cock. "Damn you, leave it there," he said. 

The drugged young blonde closed her eyes momentarily in fear, only to flick 
them open again when his finger grazed tentatively at her moistly 
palpitating little pussy-lips. God! Something seemed to flame up inside her 
as though a coal from an embering fire had sputtered and then sparked back 
into flaming life in her trembling belly. 

The company executive slithered forward, down toward her parting, delectably 
moistened cuntal lips. With his thumbs, he spread them even farther apart to 
reveal the pinkly glistening pussy-flesh that inexorably beckoned him to 
lick the enticing hair-lined furrow. "Jeezus," he gasped. 

Kevin's suddenly released flow of breath recharged the sensual desires 
churning up through the drugged girl's excitedly wriggling belly. The 
Calloway widow wished he'd get it over with she couldn't stand much more 
teasing before she gave up all resistance. She could feel Kevin's hands 
massaging her smoothly undulating nakedness as he spread her quaking legs 
wider to a point where she was literally without power to resist. It would 
be impossible, she knew now, to go backward, to put time in reverse, even if 
she wanted to an erotic jolt sizzled down her abandonedly trembling inner 
thighs as his thumbs pressed into her velvety pussy-mound and gently parted 
the heated hair-lined lips of her cunt. 

Burroughs slithered forward once again, his head abruptly bowed. 

"Oh, my God!" she moaned as his voracious mouth fastened on her tiny, tautly 
quivering clitoris. She could feel the erect pleasure-bud stiffening hotly 
in sudden rampant delight! 

"Ahhhhhhh, no!" she gasped. At once she knew the danger she was subjecting 
herself to by remaining with him here and struggled to sit upright. "Don't 
do that, please! It's never been done to me before." 

If Kevin heard her voice, he paid it no mind. His mouth now had begun a 
gentle sucking on her moistening outer vaginal lips, drawing them in and out 
in time to the incessant flickering of his darting tongue at her throbbingly 
swollen clitoris. 

"Stop ... God, stop it," she shouted. "I don't want you. No, I don't want 
this." The marijuana had made the incredible tingling up between her parted 
thighs more intense, so that she could feel every small thing he was doing 
to her so-long-denied pussy. His hands were massaging her passionately 
straining buttocks and inner thighs, while his hot eager mouth was kissing 
and caressing her inflamed cuntal lips. 

Sparks of unwanted delight were charging throughout the sensitive nerve ends 
up between the helpless young blonde's wantonly opening thighs. Then, 
without warning, his tongue hot and quivering with a life of its own shot 
like a darting insect up into the warm liquid depths of her tightly clasped 
vagina. Up, up his lewdly probing tongue penetrated, ever deeper till it was 
firmly lodged far inside her moistening cunt. 

"Aaaaagh! Please ... no!" She squirmed helplessly beneath him. "No, you 
can't do it. Never. God ... I don't want you toooooo ... Pleeeeeaaase," her 
words drained off into incoherence. Suddenly, without volition, her 
independently churning belly rose up impatiently to meet his hungry mouth. 

Burroughs grinned to himself. Hot damn! The glacially cool young woman had 
fought the good fight, but now she was begging for it, even if she didn't 
realize she was begging. Her smooth flat stomach gyrated like an obscene 
belly dancer's, meeting his darting tongue with abandoned up-thrusts of her 
spasmodically working pelvis. 

He pulled his mouth away and was delighted to hear her low moan of 
disappointment. "That's it, Liz," he whispered through the darkness. "Move 
that sweet ass, squirm it up and down." He laughed to himself the Calloway 
widow was going to be one hot little number before he got through with her 
this evening. He could feel her weakening with every twitch and quiver of 
her helplessly aroused young body. 

Elizabeth tried to sit upright, but his strong arms kept her pressed back 
against the blanket. A fresh wave of guilt swept over the vulnerable young 
woman as she saw in the moonscape her waving knees and thighs spread 
salaciously apart. "No," she said, trying to gather up her uncontrolled 
emotion, "please, Kevin, no more. Not even my husband ever did that to me 
before. Please!" 

Burroughs tweaked her wildly aroused little clitoris with his fingers, and 
she jumped as though she'd been slapped on her firm round buttocks. "Your 
husband must have eaten some pussy in 'Nam ... it's only fair you should get 
something, too." And, so saying, he bent his head forward again, where his 
eyes feasted hungrily on the soft pink lips of her vagina, obscenely framed 
in the half-light by her sparse blonde pubic hair. From her pulsingly erect 
clitoris, one droplet of her female secretions glistened like a tiny jewel. 

His voice was weak, hoarse with desire when he said, "That sure looks like 
good pussy." 

"Oh God, stop!" Elizabeth moaned with humiliation. Her own lusting young 
body was betraying her it was forbiddenly racing at full speed in a 
direction the debased blonde didn't want to go. In the distance she could 
hear waves crashing on the sandy beach and the steady rhythm of surf 
matching the wild beat of her own heart. Again, she groaned, as his tongue 
slowly and deliberately licked her sparse golden pubic curls aside to expose 
her tight little pussy-hole while he breathed against her defenseless cuntal 
furrow. His hot breath stimulated her already lewdly distended clitoral bud, 
sending gusts of ecstasy up through her entire undulating belly. 

The abandoned widow's body jerked responsively as, once again, his laving 
tongue burrowed its way up into her widespread loins. This time, he was 
increasingly obscene about it, licking all the way from her tightly puckered 
little anal ring to her hard erect clitoris in one galvanizing sweep of his 
salaciously ministering tongue. A groan erupted from her throat, and once 
more she made an effort to escape, knowing she was within seconds of 
completely losing control. 

"Ohhhhh, no, no, please stop, stop, God..." His wickedly probing tongue 
suddenly entered once more full-length up into her moistly clenching cunt, 
and she moaned helplessly in response..."Aahhhhhhh." Her mouth hung open and 
her head tossed wantonly back and forth on the blanket, streaming her long 
blonde hair in silky rivulets over the sand. She gasped, moaned and sang out 
in desperate longing as his passion-incited tongue curled around her 
throbbingly erect clitoris and his lips made loud sucking noises at her 
pulsating vaginal lips. 

"STOP!" she said, with one last tremor of weakening will, the final gasp of 
her dying decency. She felt his head shake negatively. Too late, it was too 
late! The feel of his scraping beard stubble against her straining inner 
thighs was enough to cause the flood gates to erupt, releasing a bursting 
breakwater of hotly flowing passion through her love-starved young pussy. 
She raised and lowered her heatedly quivering cunt beneath his working 
tongue, her mind spinning out of control into an infinity of lewd erotic 
sensations and thoughts. 

It was happening to her! She was being tongue-fucked and pussy-licked! It 
couldn't be true! 

God help me! she thought. I'm being eaten alive! Nothing, nothing ... had 
ever felt so delicious before! 

Burroughs was forced to slip his hands under her taut rounded buttocks when 
her wildly squirming pussy kept slipping out of his mouth, and he squeezed 
her soft resilient ass-cheeks as though he were a sculptor molding 
womanhood. 

Elizabeth knew she'd gone insane. There was nothing rational about what she 
was doing. Nothing so depraved, so lewd and perverted as this had ever 
happened before in her young life. When they were first married, Bob had 
wanted it like this, but she'd refused her husband, knowing how obscene it 
was. She'd been horribly disappointed and a little frightened when her young 
mate had suggested it a second and a third time. And now the irony of it all 
was that she was actually enjoying it with a man she'd known for less than 
three hours! And, for some inexplicable reason, she just didn't care! She 
liked Kevin's pussy-tonguing; his mouth and flickering tongue were like keys 
that had opened her love-locked body and brought her back to a sensual 
reality she'd almost forgotten in the tense self-suppression of three long 
years without a man. 

She was only vaguely aware that Burroughs was drawing her full shapely legs 
up around his neck as her tightly rounded buttocks spasmed electrically 
beneath his touch. 

"Mmmmmm," she half moaned, not finding the words with which to protest. . . 
"Aaaahhhhh!" 

Burroughs felt all the fight go out of the young blonde, and, in response, 
he quickly changed tactics. He wanted to fuck her, and his immediate goal 
was to bring her to the point where she could do nothing else. To resist 
him, he knew she would have to forsake her climax which she was clamoring 
for now with every aroused twist and squirm of her upper-class little belly. 
He began licking at her intensely aroused pussy again, knowing that her 
orgasm was mere seconds away and that he could withhold it from her or not, 
depending on his own whims. On and on he licked, moving from her 
passion-slick cuntal hole to her tautly quivering clitoris, deliberately 
touching at every spot where he knew there was a susceptible nerve-ending. 

The Calloway girl lay there feeling pleasure drift over her in wild 
oscillating waves that caused the smooth flat plane of her belly to ripple 
sinuously and her shapely thighs to quake feverishly in lewd abandon. Her 
tongue-spread young pussy was begging ceaselessly for fulfillment with an 
impatient urgency she'd never experienced before! She was barely conscious 
of her obscenely squirming hips that swiveled as though on ball bearings, 
grinding her hungry clasping vagina closer and harder up into Kevin's eager 
calculating face. 

"Now ... I want to do it to you." He lifted his head abruptly from between 
her splayed-out thighs. 

"What?" she said. 

"You know." 

"Yes, I want it," she said, her voice scarcely audible, her mind still a 
barely comprehending tornado of surging emotions. 

"I'll fuck you, then." 

"Wait!" The full meaning of what Kevin was suggesting suddenly hit home. 

"You want to cum, don't you?" he said. "Yes, but you can't do that to me." 

"Well, I want to cum," he said. 

There was a pause, then, "No! Absolutely not!" she almost screamed. 

Another long paused followed. A pregnant painful silence. Then he said, 
"Okay, you asked for it." 

Liz heard him chuckle and she slid back over the blanket as he began 
unzipping his pants. She wanted to close her eyes and shut out the 
frightening sight, but she was too confused what was he doing? It took but a 
minute until he knelt in front of her with his slacks shoved down to his 
knees, his thick, blood-engorged cock standing proudly out from his flat 
muscular stomach like an obscene serpent. It seemed huge, with a bulbous 
menacing head pointing straight at the fearful widow. Burroughs glanced at 
her, seeing that she was watching him, he slowly pulled back the foreskin so 
that the one eye of the slit-ended glans could stare out at her while he 
stroked his hard turgid member teasingly, making it grow even larger. 

Suddenly Burroughs decided not to take the blonde girl that night. He knew 
he could get his achingly distended penis into that sweet young pussy if he 
forced himself on her, but he didn't want to. He would take her later. For 
now, he meant to punish her irritating attempts to resist him punish her by 
not letting her cum like he was going to! 

"Wha ... What are you doing?" she gasped. 

Burroughs reached for her hand and guided it firmly toward his ominously 
pulsing cock. She tried to resist, but he was too strong and determined, and 
finally her hand was placed on his erect hardness. He opened her unwilling 
fingers and forced them to encircle the eagerly quivering shaft so that she 
could feel it swell even thicker beneath her touch, and, with some firm 
coaching from his guiding hand, she was made to give the rubbery stiffened 
thickness a gentle squeeze. She began to stroke his expectantly throbbing 
cock helplessly, running her clasping fingers up and down its iron-hard 
length as it pounded with excitement, growing into a hard rapacious 
tree-trunk right before her eyes. 

Burroughs clenched his eyes shut, savoring the feel of the young blonde's 
hand rubbing the stiff shaft of his hotly pulsating cock. After the 
incredible excitement of eating out her pussy, he knew it wouldn't be long 
before his impatiently aching penis exploded in her hand. Already he could 
feel the enormous hot flood welling in his semen-laden balls, titillating 
him to an ever-increasing peak of primitive sensual excitation. 

Obediently, her hand kept up its wild jerking movement, slipping the 
foreskin tenderly back and forth over his lust-thickened rod of burgeoning 
cock-flesh. As her fingers gripped tighter, his hard turgid shaft began 
beating rapidly, the lewd pressure in his heavily swollen balls sending 
obscene tremors of delight into his lust-bloated cock-head! Christ! ... This 
was beautiful! If only he could fuck her, if only she hadn't refused him, he 
thought at the last goddamn possible moment! And now he was about to cum...! 

He knew it would only be a matter of seconds before ... and then..."Aaaagh!" 
... like a broken fire hose, his crazily excited cock seemed to burst in a 
barrage of hot liquid spurts that sprayed right over the young blonde's 
trembling nakedness to shoot wetly onto the sand, forming a warm telltale 
puddle on the deserted beach. "Oooooooh..." His voice trailed off as his 
aching load exploded in one final spurt, then oozed in a dripping trickle 
from the still-expanded tip of his rubbery, wearily pulsating penis. 

The prostrate widow ground her teeth together in horrified amazement as the 
young executive spitefully emptied the last of his sperm onto the sand. One 
hand clutched to her face, she was afraid to move, as his penis jerked again 
and again, then sagged limply from its distended state to dangle uselessly 
between his legs as he knelt above her. She watched his satiated cock, 
thinking all the while that she had never felt so used, so humiliated! And 
her unsatisfied yearning cunt pulsed in disappointed frustration while Liz 
tried to ignore the primitive call of her cruelly denied senses. When it was 
all over, Kevin wiped his fleshy rod clean with his handkerchief, then 
tucked it away as he pulled his pants back on. 

He seemed pleased with himself, amused, and chatted amiably during the long 
drive home in his car. He hardly seemed to notice Liz's stony silence. 
Unable to say anything, she could only look at her companion in wide-eyed 
disbelief, not really sure what had happened. When they had arrived at her 
apartment, she jumped out of the car before he could walk her to the door, 
and he yelled "Good-night!" cheerfully after her, as though nothing was 
wrong between them. Out of the corner of her eye, the confused blonde saw 
Kevin's car speed right past his own apartment without stopping. Strangely, 
the young bachelor circled the drive and zoomed back out onto the highway. 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

The long sleek Jaguar XKE parked beneath the willow tree was Lee Deighton's 
pride and joy. 

In lots of ways, Sally, his pretty redheaded wife went perfectly with it. 
Both the car and the curvaceously attractive girl in her late teens cost 
Deighton Kevin Burroughs' boss at Roundtree Paper Pulp one helluva lot of 
money. But in the long run, he thought, each was worth it. 

From the way the sunlight fell across the slanting eaves of his vacation 
farmhouse, the tall, dark-haired man in his mid-thirties could tell it was 
around ten o'clock. His pretty young wife was inside cleaning up the place 
after the wild party that had gone on all weekend. It had been a terribly 
drawn-out affair, starting Friday evening and spilling over into Saturday 
and Sunday. It was a good thing he was on vacation, Deighton thought. 

He had washed the Jag this bright and early Monday morning and was now 
happily polishing the silver-gray finish into a glossy sheen. He proudly 
admired the curving lines of the powerful automobile, running a cloth over 
its glimmering surface as though he were caressing a young woman's body. Liz 
Calloway's body! He thought to himself, if the scheme he and his wife were 
plotting worked out all right ... Deighton began whistling to himself. 

Suddenly, he heard Sally's voice from the porch. She leaned over the railing 
so he could see the full, melon-like orbs of her firm young breasts 
literally swelling out over the skimpy halter she was wearing. "I thought 
you said gin, honey. All they packed into the bar was two cases of Collins 
mixer!" 

"Goddamnit to hell, Sally," he peeped up from the yard to the porch. "How on 
earth did that happen?" 

"Darned if I know, Charlie," she said. 

Lee'd only been married to the teenage girl for a little over three months, 
but already the affectionate nickname was getting on his nerves. Why she'd 
chosen to call him Charlie was beyond his comprehension! Somehow it made him 
feel ... older! 

"We'll have to drive into town before Kevin and the blonde arrive. Which 
reminds me," he smiled, "Kevin seems to like this girl. So don't come on 
heavy about having a sex-party. Not a word even to him. We'll work into it 
gradually after they get here." 

"If they come," she pointed out. "From the way he talked on the phone this 
morning, he'd bungled the date. He was also hungover ... Matter of fact, he 
sounded downright depressed. 

"Don't worry, Kevin'll get back in her good graces. He's a real lady's man, 
as if you don't already know that," Deighton looked at his wife pointedly as 
he climbed the porch steps and sat down in a rocking-chair next to where she 
was perched on the railing. 

"Naturally he sounded depressed," he went on. "What do you expect calling 
somebody up at eight o'clock in the morning? After all, you know they were 
out last evening." 

"I thought he might have gone to work," she pouted. 

"Fat chance of that. When I go on vacation, no one does a thing in that 
office. I know that. And Kevin knows it." 

There was a silence between them. Then she leaned down and kissed him 
warmly, "I like being married to you, Charlie." 

"Jesus Christ, will you quit calling me that!" Deighton brushed his hand 
lightly through her auburn, sun-streaked hair as she pulled away from him. 

"I mean it. Truthfully I do," she went on. "How many guys north of Boston 
would give me the freedom you do?" 

Lee tilted way back in the rocking-chair and balanced his long legs up on 
the railing. "Same goes for you, Sally. If you only knew all the hell I've 
gone through trying to keep up a straight front all these goddamn years. Now 
I think I've finally found what I was looking for." 

"You going to let your hair grow down real strange?" she laughed. 

"You know I don't mean that. Not that I have anything against what your 
generation does nowadays, but I'm over the hill as far as love-beads and 
psychedelic drugs are concerned." 

"You were really stoking up on the pot last weekend," she said, resting her 
firmly rounded buttocks precariously on the porch railing. 

"You don't seem to realize," he said as though lecturing a small child, 
"that smoking marijuana doesn't necessarily make one a hippy. It's social 
attitudes, so I'm told, that do it. Let's fact it, I'm a materialist. I'm a 
goddamned conservative businessman." 

"Except," there was a lascivious twinkle in her eyes, "when it gets down to 
sex!" 

"Yes ... sex," he said reflectively. 

"Listen, old grandpa," she smiled teasingly. "When are you going to get out 
of that rocking chair and give me my fair share of your number one 
commodity?" 

"Maybe I should remind you," he said hoarsely, "that you already sucked me 
off ... shit, it wasn't less than an hour ago." 

"And," she went on, "you want to save up that delicious white cum of yours 
so you can squirt it into Elizabeth Calloway's cunt later on this 
afternoon!" 

"Well, what the hell," he said. "You'll be making it with Kevin." 

She traced the smooth erogenous flesh on her own full white inner thigh with 
narcissistic fingertips. A little shiver rippled along Lee Deighton's spine 
as he watched his wife's adolescently ripened young body encased in tight 
summer shorts and a scarf halter. 

Almost by instinct, Deighton followed his new young bride as she trounced 
off the porch and moved through the screened door into the living room. She 
had a sexy way of moving, just rocking her hips a little to show off her 
girlishly firm buttocks. Her breasts were large and lushly rounded, and 
pressed like soft nestled hillocks against her bandana-like halter. 

She turned slowly, admiring her enticing reflection in the ornate antique 
mirror hung on the wall above the living room couch. 

"What are you doing?" her husband asked. 

"You'll see," she said mysteriously. "Now if you will please make yourself 
comfortable." 

Deighton dropped to the floor and didn't say anything. He studied Sally's 
curving profile, letting his eyes play over the gentle outlines of her 
provocatively molded young body. As he looked at her, she continued to 
admire herself in the mirror. Her skin was a matte cream color and her 
pretty face was framed by long thick auburn hair that hung loosely to her 
shoulder blades. 

"Well, I'm relaxed," he said huskily. "If you can pull yourself away from 
that mirror." 

She made a face at him, but turned from the mirror. Then his brazenly 
seductive wife began taking off her clothes, first her skimpy halter, then 
her skin-tight summer shorts, and in a moment was standing in front of him 
dressed only in transparent nylon panties. He could see the tips of her 
tautly swelling nipples hardening at their sudden exposure to the air then 
his eyes dropped to take in the sparse auburn cuntal "vee" glinting through 
her transparent panties. 

"You know, you're not bad looking at all," Lee Deighton said, smiling at 
Sally's rapid strip-tease routine. 

"You got me so damn heated up, Lee," she cooed and moved directly over him. 
"You know, earlier when I was sucking your cock, well, now, I think I just 
might cum real fast." 

Lee propped his head on a pillow. "It doesn't seem like I have a choice," he 
said. 

"No use being pokey about it," she lowered herself to the carpet and pressed 
her expectantly quivering body against him. 

Lee could feel the sharp points of her firmly molded breasts against his 
chest ... could feel his cock rising into immediate hardness under his 
pants. "You know," he sighed, as she drew her succulent nakedness closer to 
him, "if it weren't for the fact that you cum so damn fast ... shit, I might 
be even more of a philanderer than I am." 

"What about those other lollies?" she said. 

"Lollies?" 

"You know ... don't they have orgasms like I do?" Sally murmured as her hand 
came down to clasp his cock's rigidly pulsing underside through his slacks. 
"I thought all girls had climaxes..." 

"Yes, they do!. ' the grinning man's dark eyes danced across the resilient 
full contours of her whitely jiggling breasts. "But Jesus ... with you, all 
I gotta do is put it in your tight little cunt and you cum like a goddamn 
jackrabbit." 

She rested one hand against his lewdly straining penis beneath his pants as 
she unzipped his fly with the other. "I'm glad to hear that, honey. Really I 
am." 

Lee's impatient loins arched involuntarily toward her as she reached beneath 
his shorts and cupped his lewdly throbbing cock-shaft in her hand. "I guess 
I just can't help it..." she pulled Deighton's underwear and slacks over his 
muscled, hair-covered legs until his stiffly jutting hardness was held in 
her hand. 

"No..." he gritted his teeth. "You can't help it." 

She kneeled and tugged down his pants and laid them neatly on the carpeted 
floor behind the stack of pillows. Then she unbuttoned his shirt and tossed 
it onto a chair. Dust-moted morning sunlight was falling over her young, 
supple-fleshed body. "I can't wait to see you fuck that Pepperston girl," 
she said, lying down beside his now naked body. "I wonder how long it'll 
take her...? " 

"And you with Kevin," Lee groaned, placing both hands against her heaving 
uplifting breasts and squeezing their lustly sculpted firmness. He circled 
his fingers over the lust-spiked pink nipples, tweaking their aroused tips 
between his thumb and forefingers. 

"That feels nice, very nice," she crooned at him. "I love it when you 
squeeze my tits like that!" 

The dark-haired man coursed his fingers and hands over his wife's small 
waist, then slid them down to her voluptuously flaring hips. He grasped and 
pulled them like responsive lovehandles toward him. Moaning, Sally ground 
her pelvis against his thickly pulsating cock, rubbing her transparent nylon 
panties up and down so he could feel the wispy pubic curls beneath teasing 
his burgeoning penis into ever greater excitement. 

"Let me take off those little panties," he smiled drawing his fingers 
lightly down to the elastic waistband and hooking his thumbs into the silky 
nylon fabric. She was lying on her side facing him, so he could reach behind 
with one hand and cup her warm-fleshed buttocks as he tugged the panties 
slowly down with the other. 

The sheer black nylon wisp slid easily across her tensely quivering thighs 
to expose the small auburn triangle of her pussy-hair to her husband. He 
touched her erotically twitching cuntal mound with one hand while the other 
continued to squeeze and fondle her roundly flexing ass-cheeks, his extended 
middle finger playing at her erect little clitoris and lewdly circling down 
to her parted vagina lips, moist and dilating convulsively around his 
finger. 

"Finger fuck me for a minute," she nibbled gently on Deighton's ear. 

The lean muscular businessman didn't need much urging shit, neither did she, 
for that matter, he thought he'd already inserted his extended middle finger 
up into the warmly clasping depths of her cunt even before she had time to 
finish suggesting it! 

"Yesssss ... screw me with your finger, honey!" she swiveled her hips up at 
him, realizing with a shiver of her tight squirming belly he was now deep up 
inside her eagerly hot pussy! 

Lee moved his hand back and forth and up and down for a moment till she was 
panting insanely for breath, her cunt wonderfully tight as he worked in 
farther, so that he could feel the soft velvety walls of her vagina clinging 
to his obscenely probing finger. Sally twisted and squirmed on the deep 
carpet as her excited cuntal lubricant spread warmly over his hand and 
moistened her full trembling thighs. 

Removing his finger from her hotly clutching vagina, he leaned over her, 
pushing her young body onto the thickly carpeted floor. She reached up, 
curled her arms around his neck and pulled his lean torso down on her, at 
the same time moving her thigh up against his lust-stiffened cock, bringing 
his painfully erect penis to a pounding hardness. 

She continued to massage him with her thigh until his cock began jerking as 
though it were going to explode at the slightest extra pressure and he could 
feel his cum building heatedly deep in his lewdly swinging testicles below. 
She shifted position so that his pulsating cock-head pressed forcefully 
against her hard throbbing clitoris. 

"Oh ... Lee," she crooned up at him, "I know this is going to be so gooood!" 

Lee's own tensed buttocks trembled in fierce lusting anticipation. The 
redhead's curvy young body was warm and soft against him as she raised her 
pretty face and locked her full sensuous mouth tightly to his. Her hand 
searched down between their nakedly entwined bodies for the hardness of his 
swollen erect penis and he gasped with delight as her fingers closed once 
again around his pulsing cock it's tip-end now almost buried inside her 
gently parting pussy-lips. Kissing her in return, he pressed his head 
forward, her body scent almost driving him crazy, a musky sensual odor that 
smelled headily of lilacs, roses... 

"Shiiitttt," he groaned as she arched up for a moment, levering them both up 
off the carpet with the strength of her back. 

"Ohhhhh, screw me now, Lee. Fuck me now," Sally moaned into his mouth, her 
eyes clenched tightly shut, her passionately gyrating belly grinding as 
though she were on ball-bearings. 

Lee started to move, but the aroused teenage girl moved faster, her hands 
coming down between them to again circle around his eagerly pounding penis. 
Without hesitation, she guided his cock-shaft deeper up between the wetly 
welcoming lips of her hungry little cunt. 

The older man groaned above his naked adolescent wife as he felt her move 
his lust-thickened cock in small tantalizing circles just inside her tightly 
clasping pussy-hole! 

Deighton couldn't wait a second longer and he flicked his lean hips forward 
with a sudden decisive thrust that drove his throbbing penis all the way up 
into the hot sucking mouth of her lasciviously moistened vagina. 

"OOOOOOHHH," Sally moaned beneath him as she felt the warm elastic walls of 
her needfully aroused cunt slip easily over his thick bulbous hardness. 

All at once, the dark-haired man began fucking in and out of her wildly 
squirming cunt beneath him. His teenage bride strained back in lewd abandon, 
arching her wetly excited pussy up at him, lifting them both a few inches 
off the carpeted floor from the strength of her demented thrusts. She moaned 
ceaselessly beneath his pounding shaft of burgeoning male cock-flesh, 
opening and closing her legs around his tight hollowing buttocks as she 
pumped her voracious vagina up and down on his steadily drubbing cock, 
seeking to end her insatiable hunger. 

Sally's mouth gaped mindlessly open while her long auburn hair flailed from 
side to side on the white carpet in her sensual abandonment. "Yessss, Lee 
... Darling, it's so goood, SCREW MEEEE!" she gasped up at him, squirming 
her impaled little pussy tighter up against his ceaselessly slamming pelvis. 

He could tell the lewdly moaning girl was near to orgasm as she gripped him 
tight between her full firm thighs, opening and closing them gratefully 
around his heaving back in time with each of his long smooth strokes up into 
her clasping pussy. Responding to her obvious high pitch of arousal, he 
began ramming his massively throbbing stiffness deep up into her tight hot 
cunt with all the strength he possessed in his sinewy body. 

"Mmmmmm, screw my cunt, fuck my little pussy with your big beautiful cock!" 
she gasped beneath him. 

Her passionately fucking husband knew the moment was at hand and he 
continued his energetic thrusts and withdrawals with all the power in his 
lust-racked loins. His young wife pulled her long lithe legs up tight, 
pressing her knees back hard into her nakedly quivering breasts to present 
him with the salacious view of her tingling upraised cunt. 

Suddenly, Lee Deighton felt the enormous hot flood welling in his 
desire-constricted balls as he squeezed his rock-hard buttocks together to 
hold back the eager flow that was about to explode from his wildly jerking 
cock. He looked up to see their sweat-glistening bodies in the wall mirror 
and noticed the way his flame-haired wife shamelessly churned up her hot 
voracious vagina to meet his steadily rampaging downward thrusts. As he bent 
back down to kiss her, her mouth opened and suckled around his plunging 
tongue, making wet slurping noises with her tightening lips which matched 
the obscene smack of his sperm-swollen balls slapping down hard on her 
passionately proffered ass-cheeks. 

"OH SHIT ... CUMMMMING, FUCK ME, Yess ... FUCK ME, LEE! BABEEEEE! I'M 
CUUMMMING!" her voice spiraled up an octave and cracked as her long slender 
legs snaked around his rippling lower back, drawing him deeper, deeper into 
her spasming cock-filled cunt! 

Lee felt her warmly lubricating secretions gushing around his stiff 
pistoning hardness, felt the crazed pain-pleasure tremors whipping through 
her body as the rubbery tip of his fleshy battering cock struck hard against 
her cervix. 

Then ... as Sally toppled down from the dizzy heights of her climax ... her 
husband came in a wild explosive flash that echoed through his brain like a 
Chinese gong! 

Hot jetting sperm erupted from his suddenly ballooning cock-head, squirting 
up into her welcoming teenage womb in gust after gust of seething frenzied 
ejaculation. Even as his cumming subsided, he felt her rise into another 
high-pitched orgasmic crescendo, her spasmodically clenching pussy drawing 
up in voluptuous suction on his penis while her hands squeezed his balls, 
milking the last of his lewd heated semen still spewing into her flaring, 
rapidly spending accepting young belly. 

The two lay intertwined for a long moment before Deighton lifted himself off 
his wife and rolled over onto his back. The satiated redhead lay panting 
beside him for several minutes, strands of red hair wisping delicately 
across her forehead. 

"God, do you really think it'll work, honey?" the teenager questioned in a 
heavy, sultry voice. "What?" 

"Seducing Kevin and Liz Calloway." She sat up. "I mean, maybe we should 
soften them up a little more first...." 

"Don't be silly," Deighton groaned. "The first jolt is going to carry the 
same impact whenever we spring it and I'll tell you, baby, I don't think I 
can wait much longer to get into that Calloway beauty's pants!" 

Sally frowned and tossed a strand of burnished red hair back from her 
forehead. "No, I think we have to give this more thought ... you absolutely 
have to give the girl a little time. After all, she's got to trust Kevin 
first. She's got to at least have made love to Kevin!" 

"And what makes you think that hasn't already happened?" Deighton groaned, 
new flickers of doubt besieging his mind. 

"Well, you call it woman's intuition ... but I sensed something in Kevin's 
voice on the phone. If he did screw her, he wouldn't have been depressed. 
It's pretty obvious to me that he got practically nowhere. And while Kevin 
might be willing enough, she definitely isn't going to be! I bet she's 
practically a virgin. Six months of marriage three years ago hardly counts!" 

Deighton lay on the carpet and didn't say anything. He could see his plans 
to screw Liz Calloway slipping into idle daydreams for the far distant 
future and he didn't like it. The thought passed through his mind that Sally 
having got her fuck this morning was purposely trying to keep him away from 
the gorgeous looking blonde. 

"Have you finished talking yet?" he asked his wife impatiently. "Yes." 

"First off, Kevin Burroughs is an ambitious son-of-a-bitch. I got a new 
promotion coming up he'd give his left testicle to have, but I'm sure he'd 
rather make a convenient swap with ... what's her name ... Elizabeth." 

"I totally agree with you. But that's not the point. The point is that she's 
got to be making it with Kevin before she makes it with us, for God's sake!" 

Sally felt an argument developing and automatically shut off the irritable 
feeling in herself. She tried to change tracks. "Listen, darling, I know how 
much this means to you, so I've got a better plan. Let's go to the beach 
this afternoon so Kevin can be alone with Elizabeth. Then later when he's 
got her all warmed up, you spring in on them. Then you'll have it made!" 

There was a pause. "Okay," Deighton agreed, feeling a lewd grin breaking 
across his face. 

Sally leaned over and kissed him on the forehead. "I'll drive into town now 
and stock up on some gin. You take a nap. Rest up for the evening!" 

Lee closed his eyes and felt himself drifting off to sleep right there on 
the carpeted floor. What a wife! He was suddenly very pleased with his new 
marriage. Sally had a surprisingly good head when it came to sensing the 
Tightness of a situation. If it hadn't been for her, no doubt he'd have 
blown the whole thing by pushing himself at the wrong time. 

But now it was all set up and she'd done it for him! Her footsteps sounded 
in the kitchen, the back door closed. The last thing he heard before he fell 
off to dreamland was the sound of Sally maneuvering the car out of the 
driveway. 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

Elizabeth Calloway lived in No. 9 of the Colonial Groves Townhouses. That 
made her apartment almost exact central in the semi-circle of connecting 
two-story apartments that were set back off wide sidewalks from the circular 
drive. It also gave her a lovely view of the rolling green park, lined with 
spruce trees, in the center. Though new, the expensive apartments were done 
with an Old New England flavor each had a bay window and a private porch 
leading to an impressive double-door entry. Needless to say, each entrance 
was private the apartments were actually more like houses. The complex, with 
its park, covered several acres of former farmland. Surrounding it on all 
sides were more typical upper-middle-class suburban streets lined with ranch 
houses, like the long split-level where the Soames lived in the next block. 
And beyond that ... was open countryside. 

Though Elizabeth came from a wealthy local family, she knew the apartment 
was far too expensive for her. She worried about that. It was a measure of 
her desperation to get away from home where she had still lived with her 
parents that she took the apartment anyway. She just managed it with her 
job; the pretty young widow was secretary-receptionist to a professor in the 
neighboring town. But now that summer vacation was on, Professor Simmons had 
gone off to Moracco or some such exotic place and Liz was on vacation too. 

The apartment living room and kitchen downstairs, bedroom and bath upstairs 
was barely furnished. The only room that looked like Liz had actually moved 
in yet was the bedroom with its big four-poster bed, a plush rug, and two 
antique bureaus that Liz had taken with her from her parent's large old, 
antique-cluttered home in downtown Pepperston. 

So when Liz woke up the next morning, her first thought was that she was at 
home. Then slowly reality crept back to her, though it still seemed like the 
worst nightmare she'd ever had. 

She sat up slowly, holding her head, and looked around the room. Yes, she 
was in her new apartment, not her parents' house totally alone but for her 
German shepherd Pepper whose feet she could hear pattering over the tiled 
floor in the kitchen downstairs. She slid out of bed, noticing with a blush 
that the insides of her thighs were red and chafed from Kevin 

Burroughs' beard stubble. Pulling on her robe quickly, she stumbled into the 
bathroom where her rumpled sweater and skirt lay in a careless heap on the 
floor, the final proof that last night had not been merely a bad dream. 
Elizabeth sank down onto the side of the tub with a groan, her head in her 
hands. Had she really let that ... that Kevin Burroughs ... lick his tongue 
over her naked vagina? It was crazy, unbelievable! It seemed impossible ... 
but she had! Oh God, she had really sunk that low. 

Liz got into the shower and tried not to think. She was hungover and tired 
and her body ached. The water, making gushing rivulets over her lush 
nakedness, was cool and soothing. Gently she washed her breasts, 
unintentionally kneading the stiffening pink nipples into turgid hardness, 
then caressing her blonde pubic mound with the washcloth. Unbelievably, hot 
warm tingles of excitement seeped along the nerve ends of her glistening 
skin, and she blushed as she stepped quickly onto the mat and began drying 
herself. As she toweled her lushly matured body in front of the steamy 
mirror, she admired the firm swelling curve of her rounded hips and the ripe 
fullness of her proud up-thrust breasts as though she'd never seen how 
attractive she was before. 

It must have been the lewd experience last night as shameful as it was, she 
thought which made her realize what a desirable young body she had. Then she 
stopped herself, just as she was about to touch her tingling pussy-lips 
again. She was undoubtedly fighting an evil desire implanted by Kevin 
Burroughs, who had forced her to enjoy sex in such an obscene way, and she 
wanted nothing more to do with it. 

She donned her robe again and stepped into the sun-filled bedroom. So many 
things had happened in the last twenty-four house that she could hardly 
focus her mind on the crazy sequence of events. She felt a horrible need to 
finish off with her finger the lewd task Kevin Burroughs had begun, but she 
tried to brush these immoral thoughts away. Out of strong personal 
principles, Elizabeth didn't indulge in self-gratification. She feared it 
might become a habit for, once begun, it would be too easy a practice to 
continue. 

Shrugging her shoulders as though in an attempt to shrug off the forbiddenly 
obscene mood, the young blonde forced herself to dress quickly in a short 
mini-skirt and a tight sweater. Five minutes later, she was speeding in her 
Volkswagen a graduation gift from high school across the highway into 
downtown Pepperston. She came to a halt in front of the Marco Polo Home 
Furnishings store and got out. For some reason, probably the unsettling 
experience last night, she was in a desperate mood to buy some things, to 
make a home out of her still almost empty apartment. 

Heads turned as the lovely young blonde walked into the shop. Most belonged 
to housewives, regarding her with a mixture of curiosity and jealousy, and 
Elizabeth didn't pay them much attention. Instead, she headed immediately 
for the desk at the back. 

"Good morning, Mrs. Calloway," elderly Mr. Simpson, the owner, greeted her. 
"My, you look pretty today." 

"Thank you, Mr. Simpson," Liz nodded politely. She'd known the man all her 
life and he'd been complimenting her as long as she could remember. 

"Well, looks like it's a special day," he said with a twinkle. "Seems like 
as long as I've known you, Liz, this is the first time you've been a 
customer. You are a customer, aren't you?" he added, a little unsure of his 
first conclusion. 

"Yes, I want to buy some things for my new apartment," Liz laughed. 

"You new apartment ... oh yes, I heard you moved out of your parents' house. 
All the kids seem to be moving out on their own nowadays." He followed her 
to the materials section. "I don't understand it. But I'm not criticizing, 
you know?" 

"Yes, I know," Liz riffled through several bolts of material. "Now what I 
want is something modern." 

"Modern?" 

"Yes ... colorful, bright," Liz tried to explain. Actually, the idea just 
dawned on her; she hadn't realized what she wanted until she said it. 

With Mr. Simmons giving her a long discussion on his trouble understanding 
the younger generation, Liz picked out some bright blue material for the 
living room curtains and an assortment of decorative pillows. She didn't 
mind his conversation. Despite her age, she thought as she followed him back 
to the check-out desk, she hardly considered herself part of the younger 
generation. 

"It's been a pleasure to serve you, Liz." He finally tied up the packages 
and placed them grandly in her arms. "Your behavior ... since Bob has died 
... has made you the pride of our little town. If only we had more Americans 
with your steadfastness and self-giving spirit," he shook his head sadly, 
"I'm sure we'd win this war!" 

"Thank you," Liz stammered as he walked her to the door. 

Once outside the pretty young widow threw her new purchases in the back and 
took off with a jolt of her game little Volkswagen. God, why did he have to 
say that? she thought. It'd been just those comments ... and she'd been 
hearing them for three years ... that were virtually forcing her into 
spinsterhood. Sometimes she wished the war would end just so she could stop 
being a symbol ... a war widow ... and just be a plain ordinary widow, as 
awful as that was. But Simon had been right. Her memories of Bob were 
fading. 

Liz spent the next hour puttering around the house, draping cloth from the 
living room windows, trying to imagine what her new curtains would look 
like. It was almost eleven before she realized she hadn't eaten breakfast 
yet, and she walked into the kitchen where she made coffee. What she needed 
was some diversion, to talk to someone, she thought, then casually decided 
to drop in on her new neighbor Karen Soames. Maybe Karen would be interested 
in coming over for coffee, looking at Liz's new purchases. Her decision 
made, she tore out the plug on the electric percolator and forced down a 
shot of instant coffee and tap water. Making a face, she deposited the empty 
cup on the kitchen counter and stepped out the back door. 

Elizabeth walked down to the next block and approached the Soames' house 
from the back, from the alley. Outside, the sun was bright and the air muggy 
and, walking springily across the Soames' back yard, the lonely widow tossed 
her blonde hair back from her shoulders, anxious to get to Karen's cool, air 
conditioned kitchen. Loud music came from the portable radio on the Soames' 
jalousied sun porch. Strangely, the back door was open. Stepping up to the 
screen door and ringing the buzzer, she could feel the coolness of the air 
conditioned kitchen and wondered why Karen had been so careless as to leave 
the door open. 

After ringing several more times with no answer, Liz felt vaguely worried. 
She pushed tentatively at the kitchen door. It was unlocked. Liz called out 
Karen's name over the loud music from the radio, waited a few more minutes, 
but still received no answer. 

Undoubtedly, Karen was in the den off the living room, she thought, 
hopelessly engrossed in a late morning talk show. 

The frustrated visitor stood there in the sun a long moment, trying to 
decide what to do, then opened the door and stepped inside the kitchen ... 
if only because it was so hot outside! She strode halfway across the 
kitchen, then suddenly stopped. 

A sound had come from behind the den door at one end of the living room. 
Voices, she thought. Maybe Karen was busy with some company, maybe she'd 
better leave immediately! 

Feeling embarrassed, Liz tried to tiptoe back out. Picking her way across 
the kitchen and opening the door carefully, Elizabeth was just about to step 
outside when she heard Karen's voice singing all through the house: 

"Come over here, baby. Karen wants to suck your cock." 

Liz stopped her her tracks, letting the words run through her head again. 
"Come over here ... baby ... Karen wants to suck your cock," her girl friend 
had said. It came out that way the second time she considered it at first 
the astonished blonde had thought she'd heard incorrectly. Involuntarily, 
she found herself wondering whom her girl friend was talking to, for Karen 
had made it more than clear that her husband worked every day but Sunday. 

For an answer, there was only a dog's growl. 

Elizabeth's breath caught in her throat as she tiptoed back across the 
kitchen floor and peered into the living room. Then her eyes caught at the 
den door just beside the living room fireplace. 

Through the open den door, she distinguished two forms locked in a lewdly 
sensual embrace of love-making that caused her to freeze in shock. Blacky, 
Karen's German shepherd, was lying on his back on the floor, and Karen 
dressed only in black bikini panties was sliding down between his upraised 
legs until her head was poised over his distended, redly glistening penis. 
Then she heard Karen murmuring words, words broken and swallowed and spat 
back out with her passion, and found herself listening, sheer curiosity 
compelling her to determine exactly what was going on. 

Elizabeth's heart pounded wildly. She'd never seen two people making love 
before, nor really ever noticed any two animals mating, much less watched an 
animal and a human! And it seemed so strange the way Karen's lewd words were 
answered by Blacky's growls. 

"Oh yes, darling. I'm going to lick it ... lick it! Lick your cock. 
Ohhhhhhh, it's beautiful...! 

Elizabeth could not believe her eyes and ears. A tightening sensation had 
caught at the pit of her suddenly excited belly and she blinked her eyes as 
they grew hazy with vicarious lust, trying to bring them into proper focus 
to assure herself she was actually seeing correctly. Karen had clutched at 
the dog's hairy body with both hands and was lifting his loins up against 
her face. Momentarily, Elizabeth thought she saw the brunette's hand reach 
out and tenderly wrap around his moist red cock, provoking little mewling 
sounds from the German shepherd's mouth. 

Liz took a step backward as if she had been struck by a blow. She tried to 
clear her head, to think straight. Karen had shown an unusual fondness for 
her pet, but never in a million years would Liz have suspected they were 
lovers ... or whatever it was called! My God, she'd never witnessed such a 
spectacle of sheer unadulterated lust... 

"That's it," Karen was cooing in a throaty voice. "Let it get good and hard, 
Blacky! Karen wants to suck it!" 

God, the wanton young wife's naked white breasts were beautiful, the 
watching blonde thought. The kneeling brunette was obviously as passionately 
aroused as she looked, the thrusting sensuality of her lush full hips, clad 
in skimpy black bikini panties, swaying with an untamed excitement! While 
she ran her hands over the dog's impassioned loins, she seemed to be 
pressing her own sleekly molded young thighs convulsively together. 

Liz thought her eyes were going to bug from her head as she watched the 
German shepherd's thick scarlet cock protruding from its long, hair-covered 
sheath. It was wet and hard and growing steadily longer, the tapered end 
slipping and dancing salaciously as it continued to emerge from its furry 
concealment. 

Unconsciously, the innocent voyeur strained forward, gaping at its red 
stiffness. 

An impulse of unwanted sensuality raced through her already lust-charged 
body as she felt her nipples harden into hot, passionately throbbing embers. 
She tried to shut away the strange sight, but she couldn't. The awe-struck 
widow had never seen a dog's cock in erection before and it seemed longer 
and thicker than she had ever dreamed possible. It was almost as huge as her 
husband Bob's or as Kevin's, but different in shape with its lewd beveled 
tip. The cone-shaped red penis was thickening, growing ever larger under 
Karen's fond experienced stroking. 

"Yes, Blacky, dear," she heard the brunette soothe the black beast. "You've 
got a lovely cock such a nice long cock!" 

For a sensation-sparked moment, Liz stared at the German shepherd's wetly 
gleaming rod of raw masculine hardness stiffening between his powerful 
animal loins, sensing her mouth and throat at first going dry, then 
erotically salivating at the very sight of its lust-inspiring rigidity. She 
wanted to rush into the room and stop Karen from what she was doing. She 
tried to blot out the horrible scene from her eyes, but again it was 
impossible. The young blonde felt a scream building in her throat, but it 
was choked back by what her girl friend did next. . . 

"Come on now, let me suck that sweet prick of yours," Karen gave a low lusty 
moan. 

She parted her lips to let the slenderly tapered forepart of Blacky's red 
wet hardness slide up between them. Slowly, it eased farther and farther 
into Karen's eagerly accepting mouth until it seemed to the watching blonde 
woman that it brushed all the way back to the very depths of her girl 
friend's throat. Liz shuddered uncontrollably as she saw the brunette 
bringing her tongue into titillating play with unmistakable excitement, 
greeting and welcoming the unnatural presence with an obscene, almost 
animal-like anticipation. 

Elizabeth's brain swam at the lewd unspeakable act she was watching her 
darkly sensuous young neighbor performing on her dog. It almost seemed that 
the more innocent woman could taste the weight and thickness of the rigidly 
pulsating cock as an inciting sensation of total perverse wantonness raced 
through her agitated loins at its imagined warm hardness. 

A high-pitched animal whimper escaped from the dog's throat as Karen lifted 
her head and began to suck and twirl her wildly caressing tongue around the 
tip of his long thick cock. The German shepherd's powerful body was 
responding savagely to her untamed oral sucking, his canine loins jerking 
and lifting eagerly upward. She brushed one exploring hand along his hairy 
belly to his huge, sperm-filled balls, cupping them at first, then lightly 
teasing them with her fingertips. Again he whimpered, the obscene fondling 
causing him to begin pumping his ramrod cock deep up between the tight pink 
oval of his mistress' abandonedly sucking lips. 

God, the exotic sight was arousing her too, Liz realized. She wanted to turn 
away and leave the house, but her feet seemed to be frozen to the floor. It 
was more than curiosity that held her back it was raw lustful excitement! 
The blushing widow was suddenly hot and flustered, trembling all over like a 
willow in a windstorm! 

Her mouth hung open as the smooth coned length of the growing animal cock 
fucked up into Karen's ovaling mouth in more rapid cadence while at the same 
time the brunette's tongue could be seen laving and swirling around the 
turgidly stiffened flesh with ever-increasing eagerness. The panty-clad 
housewife nipped and scraped with her teeth, wiping her tongue in tiny 
provoking little flicks over her dog's thrusting penile hardness, her mind 
seemingly lost in the licentious thrill of her bizarre sucking action. 

Liz watched the long erect length of the dog's moist red penis intruding so 
obscenely up into her girl friend's willingly clasped mouth until the steady 
up-thrusting of Blacky's loins squashing Karen's soft full breasts back up 
against her chest caused the brunette to part her lips and gasp for breath. 
As Karen's mouth opened to suck in the cool air, the thick dog-cock rammed 
even deeper up into the warm saliva of her obscenely ministering mouth. 

The lust-driven dog began to undulate his pelvis as he lay under his 
mistress' nakedly kneeling form, sliding his long canine cock in and out of 
her avidly receiving mouth. He never quite withdrew but always left his hot 
swollen penis at least a half-inch up inside the warm wet cavern formed by 
her voraciously clasping lips. The thick base of his big red penis rammed 
mercilessly up into Karen's face and Liz could hear wet sluicing sounds as 
moisture filled the girl's mouth, puffing her cheeks obscenely wide as 
Blacky shoved forward to bury his thickly pulsating cock deep in her throat. 
Beneath the lust-racked housewife, the thick rug made a slight soft 
"swooshing" sound as she unconsciously revolved her full, panty-clad hips in 
lewd rhythm with his impassioned canine thrust. 

The wantonly aroused young brunette coughed and sputtered as the animal's 
body began to twist and writhe while he plunged up into her receptive mouth 
harder and more ruthlessly than ever. She choked for breath, but didn't pull 
away, her tender straining lips continuing to open and close around her 
pet's saliva-coated red cock as she greedily accepted the unnatural fleshy 
intrusion. 

Blacky's flanks had tightened and he gave a guttural snarl as he began to 
furiously hump his thickly driving cock up into Karen's throat. He whimpered 
savagely as he buried his long hardened penile shaft deep up inside the 
beloved woman's passionately working mouth. Then Karen moaned out around 
Blacky's throat-plunging cock, sucking furiously as the dog's livid member 
began to spasm and jerk crazily up inside her mouth. Then ... then, it 
spewed out its wetly scalding liquid cum from deep down in the well of the 
animal's fur-sacked balls. 

From the kitchen, Liz could hardly believe her eyes. The canine cock-shaft 
obviously squirting its viscidly burning semen looked like a hose, filling 
Karen's desperate sucking mouth before she had time to swallow all the 
teeming seething liquid. Time and time again, the wildly climaxing German 
shepherd continued to jerk out his mindless lust, his canine sperm 
overflowing the brunette's dementedly circling lips. And finally, his 
sperm-drained cock was slipping wetly out of her cum-filled mouth and the 
satiated beast was moving away. 

The young widow backed out of the living room doorway at the same time, 
turning at last to stumble blindly out of the kitchen. She was totally 
stunned ... and aroused! ... and didn't even bother to close the back door 
behind her as she left the house. Once outside, she practically ran across 
the back lawn and down the alley, partially because she didn't want her girl 
friend to catch her spying. But another forbidden idea was at the forefront 
of her thoughts ... She knew she couldn't do what Karen did not to a dog! 
But maybe her own dog Pepper would lick her vagina, just like Kevin 
Burroughs had done last night! Maybe he would make her cum, put out this 
heat that was raging like a forest fire through her pulsing, love-starved 
vagina. If he didn't, she didn't know what she'd do her arousal had reached 
a level that was almost unbearable torture! 

"Pepper?" she called out, as she rushed panting through her own kitchen 
door. 

The sleek German shepherd looked up at her lazily from a corner of the 
kitchen where he was accustomed to stretch out his long sinewy body on the 
cool of the tile flooring. Liz's head spun in a moment of guilt Pepper was a 
new acquisition and, though she'd been affectionate to the animal, she'd 
thought of him primarily as protection, a guard for herself now that she was 
living alone. If the truth be known, she hadn't given him much real thought 
... least of all as a sex partner! 

"Pepper?" the normally cool blonde repeated, opening the fridge and standing 
back with a big bone. 

The massive German shepherd rose to his feet and whimpered, but the 
sensually inflamed young girl wasn't sure why ... was it for the bone she 
held, or did he animalistically sense the fanning erotic heat up between her 
convulsively trembling thighs? She shivered lustfully as she moved out into 
the hallway and took the first step up the staircase to the second floor, 
feeling as though she were being driven by the devil himself. At the top of 
the stairs, she paused, then entered the bedroom. Just inside the bedroom 
door, she held the bone high in a teasing gesture so that the big dog would 
see and follow, as obscene ideas she'd never even thought of before whirled 
incitingly through her brain! 

"Pepper, come in here, darling. Come in here with Elizabeth," she pleaded, a 
note of desperation quavering in her voice. She began cooing: "Come on, baby 
... that's it, Pepper. Come see what Liz has for you and afterward you can 
have the bone!" 

It was too late to stop now, the wildly excited girl reasoned, fully 
realizing that what she was about to do was totally depraved, but knowing 
she was going to do it anyway ... she just couldn't stop herself! After last 
night, with Kevin leaving her high and dry, the lonely widow would do just 
about anything to feed that burning sex-hunger that flamed up between her 
legs. 

The handsome animal looked at his mistress quizzically as he came upon her 
standing just inside the door. Liz had lifted her short mini-skirt and her 
legs were parted slightly, the fingers of one hand pulling aside the thin 
narrow crotch band of her white nylon panties. She was exposing her 
blonde-fringed moistly wetness cunt to her dog! 

"Come on, Pepper! Do it for Elizabeth! Lick it, baby ... lick Elizabeth's 
hot little pussy for her," she whispered, although she was alone in the 
house. The obscene knowledge of what she was doing inspired frantic jolts of 
wildly raging excitement to charge through her titillated belly. 

She watched eagerly as the dog moved closer, the sight of his panting tongue 
alone enough to cause a trembling weakness in her knees. Then, unimaginable 
sensations of frenetic lust stabbed through her release-denied womb when she 
realized he was really going to lick up there between her soft quivering 
thighs! Ooooooh ... this was beyond anything she'd ever imagined before it 
was beyond obscenity, she trembled thrillingly, pulling the tight elastic 
leg band even farther to one side, drawing out even more the sheer strip of 
her wet panties to better expose her moist, fire-filled cunt to the waiting 
animal! He was going to lick her, wasn't he? God! He had to! 

Overcoming an apparent momentary confusion as to what his mistress wanted 
him to do, Pepper moved forward through the door so that his head was level 
with her long shapely thighs. 

Liz tousled the powerful dog's thick cropped hair, fondling him softly. His 
onyx eyes glimmered in the light slanting through the bedroom curtains as 
suddenly he looked up at her, his eyes glaring with fierce animality. Then, 
lowering his head and perking up his ears, he bent closer until his cool wet 
nose touched the delicate strands of her blonde pubic hair. 

"Oh God ... oh ... yes, like that, darling ... like that!" Liz encouraged 
him as the mighty animal's tongue began licking with avid enthusiasm over 
the woman's hot, wet young pussy-lips up between her sensuously spread 
thighs. 

Suddenly the abandoned blonde knew she was going to cum like this, having 
Pepper lick her passion-slick pussy while she clamped her long slender legs 
around his stately neck ... Yes, it was wonderful, it was way beyond 
anything she'd expected! Now she understood what had driven her friend Karen 
to kiss and suck on her own Blacky's cock a few minutes before. 

The young widow was still holding the bone high in one hand while her sheer 
white panties were held away from her nakedly exposed cuntal lips with the 
other. "Oh lover ... you sweet . . .sweet beauty! Lick! Oh, lick! Elizabeth 
will cum in a second! Keep it up, darling, then you can have your bone. 

Lick ... that's it ... oh lick, lick!" 

Then an unwelcome sound penetrated ... a knocking downstairs at the back 
door, persistent but not demanding ... yet! Elizabeth totally ignored it, 
couldn't do anything else she was so near to orgasm. But the knocking 
continued until the huge dog finally stopped his obscene caresses, turning 
his head away from Elizabeth's lewdly moistening pussy in reflexive 
curiosity. Oh God, just a minute more and she would have cum! 

The frantically aroused young blonde almost screamed, thrusting her 
desire-heated cunt obscenely forward, trying to tempt the big animal back to 
finish his depraved caressive tonguing. But instead he nosed his way through 
the opening of the door she had not quite closed to move back down the 
staircase toward the kitchen entrance. 

"Oh damn, no, no!" the wildly excited girl cursed under her breath, quickly 
pulling her panty crotch band back over her saliva-moistened vagina and 
letting her skirt drop back over her still trembling thighs. She was still 
shuddering from the impassioned sensations that charged through her 
near-orgasming cunt! 

Who the heck could it be? she inwardly raged, then heard Kevin Burroughs' 
voice speaking to Pepper through the screened kitchen door. The nerve of 
him, she thought: to humiliate her like he'd done last night and then show 
up this morning as though nothing had happened! 

"Hello there, fellow. Where's your pretty mistress?" he was saying. " ... 
Oh, there you are, Liz," the young bachelor greeted Elizabeth as she came 
into the kitchen. 

"Well?" she said coolly, stepping up to the screen door without opening it. 

"You have company, Liz? Looks like I interrupted something." 

Suddenly, Elizabeth's anger was submerged in a wave of embarrassment. She 
felt herself blush ... and blush again, whether from the memory of what the 
handsome young man had done to her last night or from Pepper's licking her 
pussy in the bedroom, she didn't know. Both were equally shameless, wicked 
acts ... How could she have done those things? 

She stopped that line of thought to prevent herself from blushing again! 

"No, I was ... just washing out some things in the bathroom." Liz 
tremblingly unlatched the kitchen door. She took a deep breath, trying to 
regain her poise. "Would you ... like a cup of coffee?" 

God, now she was offering him coffee! Never in her life had she felt so 
distracted! 

"Thanks, but no thanks," the young bachelor stepped in. He stood there, 
looking as though he'd just woken up, then comfortably eased his muscular 
body into a chair by the kitchen table. 

"Aren't you working today?" she asked, trying to relax her own feeling of 
tension. 

"No ... well the truth is, I went over to visit a friend of mine after I let 
you off ... a guy I work with. Well, I'm damn hungover." 

In her confusion, Liz began making coffee anyway. "Well, aren't you at least 
going to go ... in late?" she fumbled with the cord on the percolator. 

"No, I'll make it up Saturday," he said with a slight groan. "Say, my boss 
and his wife are vacationing at a beach house about twenty miles from here, 
so I thought I'd drive down there for the day. Well, would you like to go 
with me?" 

"No, I really don't...." 

At that moment, Pepper who had been sitting in the corner rose up and 
pattered over to where Liz was standing by the sink. Liz watched his 
approach with large frightened eyes. Just as she feared, he began lifting 
his head, sniffing animalistically up between her thighs. She backed away " 
... That goddamned dog!" 

"My-o-my!" Kevin Burroughs chuckled in the background. "I didn't think you 
used such powerful language!" 

"As I was saying..." Liz began again and stopped. 

Although she stepped to the side, Pepper was following her with unrelenting 
determination. 

Once again, the German shepherd raised his head and placed his nose on the 
soft inner side of her left thigh. And then ... then the length of his 
tongue leaped out, searching for the still moistened cuntal "vee" up between 
her partially spread thighs. 

Liz jerked away in what she hoped looked like a posture of decorum. "If you 
wait a minute, I'll get my purse," she said, seizing upon her only means of 
escape. "There was something else ... but I can do it tomorrow!" 

Five minutes later, Liz was walking beside Kevin Burroughs to his small red 
sports car parked three doors down on the circular drive of his apartment. 
It seemed odd that, after resolving last night never to see the young 
executive again, she was going out with him this very next morning. But most 
of all she was relieved to get away from Pepper, although she didn't believe 
for a moment that what had happened was the animal's fault. It was her darn 
problem, she thought guiltily, remembering the way the huge dog had 
whimpered as he slunk back into his corner. 

 CHAPTER SIX 

To Liz's surprise, Kevin Burroughs was making apologies to her before they 
had even pulled out of the Colonial Groves driveway. 

"I'm really glad you decided to come along, Liz," he said, rolling down the 
windows and heading toward the highway. "You seemed damned upset last night. 
Well, truth is, I came over this morning to say I'm sorry..." 

The lovely blonde waved it away casually, but deep down inside she was 
pleased. They rolled past the few farmhouses along Highway 59 until they 
reached Frog Hill Junction, that marked the turn left toward the beach ... 
or right into Pepperston. "Damn," he pulled over to the shoulder, "I got 
some trunks in the back, but I forgot to remind you to bring a swimsuit!" 

"I've got an old one back at the house," the pretty widow replied 
hesitantly, "but there's another in town at a friend's. I guess that's 
closer." 

Pulling back onto the highway, Kevin turned right and they were heading into 
Pepperston on the two-lane road that later became Main. With Liz giving 
directions, Kevin brought the car to a halt in the young widow's usual 
parking spot around the corner from the hardware store. 

"Be back in a sec', " the blonde advised him, jumping out of the car and 
picking her way toward Bobby and Simon's apartment through the heavy 
lunchtime traffic charging up and down Main. 

As she had expected, they were still in bed. "Came to get the swimsuit." She 
charged past a sleepy-looking Simon to pick up the skimpy bikini she 
remembered seeing him drop on a pile of books on the fridge. 

When she came out of the kitchen, he was peeking out the window at the 
blonde-haired bachelor parked across the street in the little MG. "Don't 
waste your time," she laughed and swatted him with the suit as she popped 
out the door. "He very definitely ... isn't. " 

Through the screen door, she saw Simon shrug disappointedly, rub his face, 
and trudge comalike to the rear of the apartment, seemingly returning to 
bed. 

Then, his pretty date back in the car, Kevin was driving past Liz's family 
home, though he didn't know it. The old two-story colonial house set back at 
the end of a long driveway and surrounded by estate-like grounds, was quite 
impressive, Liz realized consciously for the first time in her life. 
Somehow, probably because of her parent's modest style of life, she'd never 
thought of her family as rich, but just ... well, comfortable. 

Liz's father was a doctor, a general practitioner. Still, the mansion-like 
home wasn't the result of his income as substantial as that was. It had been 
her father's childhood home also, been the Steele place for three 
generations. 

As the old house, then the neighborhood with its wide-spaced large 
residences, disappeared from sight behind them, Liz imagined her mother out 
in the back yard working at her flowers and her father, now retired, sipping 
beer in the cool of the sunporch in front of the television. 

By mutual agreement with her two parents, Liz hadn't been home in two weeks, 
or even called. "Shock treatment," her father had called it. There was no 
ill feeling between the girl and her parents. Oh, at first, they hadn't 
wanted their beautiful only daughter to move out, but once Liz had presented 
her case and shown her decision was a firm one, they had supported her fully 
in it. Liz's childhood had been a happy one. That was the whole trouble, she 
thought. Elizabeth was so close to her family that she'd had to force 
herself to leave home after twenty-three years. Even her marriage to Bob had 
seemed like a short, rather unpleasant vacation. Desperately homesick, she'd 
moped through the first three weeks of married life until Bob had angrily 
asked her if she wanted to move back with her parents. After that she pulled 
herself together and tried to shake th? unhappiness, but the out-of-place 
feeling had still been there. She'd actually been relieved, she thought 
guiltily, when Bob had enlisted into the service and she could return home 
... for the meantime.... 

"We just passed my parents' place," she said when the elegant neighborhood 
was safely out of sight. 

"Oh, yeah?" The young bachelor snapped out of his quiet mood. "Should have 
said something," he mumbled. "I'd like to have seen it. Maybe you would have 
wanted to drop by..." 

"No, no," Liz laughed. Kevin was obviously trying hard to be polite ... and 
was just as obviously very hungover. 

Understandingly, she didn't push any conversation, just let him drive. God 
knows she knew how he felt! Everyone had been calling her a prude a lot 
lately, she thought. But one thing she wasn't a prude about was liquor she 
just naturally seemed to like to drink it was really her only vice. Her 
father, Dr. Steele, was a heavy drinker and the massive maple tree just at 
the bend of the Steele's imposingly long driveway showed it. "Jesus, Mary, 
and Joseph, just don't let him hit the maple tree!" Liz's mother used to say 
at least once a week throughout Liz's childhood just before her father's 
careening blue Plymouth scraped the tree, invariably sideswiping it. Till 
this very day there was no bark on the driveway side of the big maple. But 
for some reason, these memories were amusing, fond ones, and Liz didn't feel 
she'd suffered any special traumas that were supposed to go with having a 
hard-drinking parent. 

"It's time to get out the map now," Kevin was suddenly pulling over to the 
shoulder of the road. "This couple ... well, what they've done is bought an 
old farmhouse. It's not really on the water," he struggled to explain. "You 
have to drive down to the beach ... you know?" 

"I know," Liz smiled. "Let me look at the map," she waited for his okay nod 
and then opened the glove compartment. "It'd probably be easier for me to 
figure out. I did some horseback riding out around here in high school." 

Kevin gave the young blonde the directions as best he could, then leaned 
back with a sense of relief while she poured over the map. Jesus, he thought 
guiltily, he'd really underestimated this Calloway girl. She was acting like 
a true lady, accepting his apology and forgetting his drunken behavior last 
night he liked that. Feeling abashed, he recalled his intoxicated bragging 
about the previous evening to a married friend after he'd taken Liz home. 
Well, there was no doubt about it he'd acted like a complete ass. What the 
hell, she was the kind of girl he wanted to fuck ... any man would ... but 
he could also sense a more companionable respect and liking for her growing 
in him that he didn't typically feel for girls he dated. 

"I think if you keep on going about a mile and then turn down the next dirt 
road, it should come out right," Liz said, giving him a hopeful look before 
she neatly folded up the map and put it back in the glove compartment. 

They cruised farther down the highway past seemingly empty woods and fields 
until they reached the dirt road Liz had predicted. The farm was less than a 
mile up the road. There were no signs of life about in fact, the place 
looked deserted when they coasted silently to a stop in the front yard. 

"I don't know. I don't honestly know." Burroughs raised his hands in a 
gesture of helplessness and got out. Shit! This was one hell of a note now 
she'd think he'd lured her out to a deserted farmhouse! He came back and 
leaned in Elizabeth's window. "They said they'd be here this afternoon. 
Maybe they got called out unexpectedly. Why don't you wait here while I take 
a look around?" 

"All right," Liz looked hesitant. 

He could almost feel her eyeing him suspiciously as he climbed up the front 
steps of the white two-story frame farmhouse. The front door was locked. 
Christ, he thought, this was a real pisser. Lee Deighton and his wife had 
invited him out to the summer place by telephone that very morning. Deighton 
was his boss and he'd felt slightly elated by the invitation. But goddamn, 
even if Deighton was his boss, he had no right to invite him and then split 
out. It was a real downer, and he felt his ego crumbling with his hopes for 
the afternoon. 

The strange part of it was, he thought as he sprinted back down the steps, 
the place looked really closed up even the window shades were drawn. It 
obviously wasn't a case of Lee and Sally skipping out to the grocer's. 

Burroughs walked around the side of the house, took a look at the empty 
barn, the empty chicken houses, hoping he just might see Deighton's car. 
like most of the old farms bought up by city people, there was no real 
farming going on here. But the Deightons had just bought the old place not 
really reconverted it yet and there wasn't even a dog or a stray cat 
scurrying around, the usual first acquisitions of the "gentleman farmer". 

Then, climbing up the back porch step, he saw a folded note taped onto the 
doorframe. 

Not sure whether to feel angry or relieved, he pulled it out and sat down on 
the steps to read it. 

Dear Kevin, We waited until one, and when the McLaughlins called about a 
party, we just couldn't resist. Go in, make yourself comfortable, and be 
expecting us back for dinner. We've been drinking Tom Collins you'll find 
the mixings in the living room. Hope you do finally show up because if 
there's any break-ins we're holding you responsible! 

Till about seven, The Deightons 

Kevin folded the note back up, stood up and tried the back door. It was 
unlocked. Hell, it wasn't so bad after all, he thought, going back down the 
steps two at a time. He still seemed to be in the Deightons' good graces. 
Also he had Liz alone for the afternoon with no conniving on his part and he 
had the note to prove it. 

Elizabeth looked up at him expectantly as the elated Kevin walked down the 
gravel drive to the car. He'd just show her the note, he decided, not push 
her into anything. Eventually she'd reach the only possible conclusion they 
had to stick around. After all, they'd been invited to dinner. 

"Well, it seems like they left for the afternoon." He leaned in through the 
window and handed her the note. 

"But they're expecting us for dinner." 

"For dinner?" she repeated dubiously. "But that's about five hours away." 

"Right," he agreed with mock-concern, then added uncertainly. "I suppose we 
could go swimming." 

"You mean go down to the beach, then come back here later for dinner?" 

"Why not?" he said, feeling his excitement rising despite himself. Right now 
all he wanted to do was get her out of the car! "Have lunch, a few drinks, 
then drive down to the water." 

That sounded reasonable to Liz. "Okay," she said, unlatching the car door. 

The lovely young widow smiled at her companion as she stepped out onto the 
gravel into the hot sun, then the handsome couple began walking up to the 
empty farmhouse. Once again, Kevin found himself admiring her this time for 
her good nature. Too many of the girls he'd taken out seemed interested in 
about two things being taken out for an expensive meal, followed by a trip 
to a snazzy club where everyone could see what they were wearing. And if he 
didn't come through with that, they turned into real ice-cubes. 

He was glad about something else, too. The Deightons were swingers swapping 
parties with stag movies and lots of sex-inciting booze and drugs and now 
that he really gave thought to the idea of Liz and he spending a whole 
afternoon with the sophisticated couple, he couldn't quite see Liz fitting 
into the picture. No, he could see Liz fitting into the picture, he decided 
on second thought. That was exactly the problem. One look at that juicy body 
and Deighton would be set on fucking the attractive blonde and Kevin knew, 
with his goddamned new job more or less on the line, he wouldn't have the 
balls to say "no" to his own boss. But now he had Elizabeth alone to 
himself! 

Kevin pushed open the unlocked door and they stepped into a typical old 
farmhouse kitchen large as most people built their living rooms nowadays. In 
fact, the kitchen had a living room effect. It was cluttered with plants, 
hanging pots and pans, a television and, at one far end, looking out over 
the rolling green back lawn, was a huge family-size table. 

"How cozy," Liz commented as they moved into the front room. 

There was a living room, a den off it, and the big unscreened porch across 
the front. "Guess that's it," Kevin shrugged casually. "Unless you want to 
see the bedrooms and bathroom upstairs?" 

"No, why don't we have something to drink?" Liz moved back into the kitchen. 

Kevin found another friendly note on the refrigerator and they proceeded to 
raid the Deighton's icebox. Lunch was a simple affair-just some hamburgers 
and warmed-up pork and beans, accompanied by plenty of cold beer. Then, 
afterward, Kevin located the liquor cabinet in the living room and they had 
three Tom Collins on the front porch. Probably because of the alcohol, their 
conversation became light-hearted, until they reached a point where there 
was nothing more to say, though the silence between them was comfortable. 

Instead of talking they looked out over the front lawn and virtually unused 
dirt road. Only one car had passed in the hour and a half they had been 
sitting there. Kevin found that amusing. 

Elizabeth laughed too. "Let's change into our suits." She stretched out her 
long legs as though they ached when she stood up. "Or we'll never make it 
back from the beach by seven." 

"You want me to get it out of the car?" In his slightly intoxicated 
condition, Kevin struggled to remember where she had put her swimsuit. 

"No, silly," she giggled. "It's in my purse. It's rather ... small." 

"Okay, I left mine in the kitchen. You get an upstairs bedroom." 

The young couple moved from the porch back into the house, then, passing 
through the living room, Elizabeth took a peek through the half-closed den 
door. 

"Nice," she commented, stopping for a moment in the door. 

"Yeah," Burroughs said uncertainly. 

Liz was seeing one thing, but he saw another signs of a wild weekend that 
didn't look like it was over. Pillows and cushions were still strung out all 
over the floor in front of the den fireplace. A white movie screen covered a 
window at one end of the room. He knew the Deightons had bought the old 
place outside town for privacy at parties. They ran around with a wild young 
sex group that he was acquainted with ... well, sort of ... he had been to 
one party. In any case, the Deightons had obviously been having an orgy... 

"What's this?" Liz's eyes locked on a black and white photograph left lying 
on the lowboy. Her eyes narrowed and her hands shook slightly as she picked 
it up. 

Kevin looked over her shoulder at the Polaroid photograph of a woman's face, 
her mouth strained in a tight circle around a man's fully hardened penis, 
stretched so wide it looked like she would choke on the enormous cock. It 
was huge, yet her lips were locked snugly around it as though they never 
wanted to let go. The man Kevin didn't recognize, but the woman was Sally 
Deighton! though he didn't tell that to Elizabeth. 

"The Deightons are strange people," he pulled the photograph from her hand 
and shoved it in the lowboy's top drawer. "But they're also very nice people 
... so we don't need to let that bother us, do we?" 

"I guess not," Liz rationalized. "After all, this is their own home. I 
suppose they have a right to have what pictures they want in it." 

There was a secret smile on Liz's face as the intoxicated blonde turned away 
from Kevin and climbed up the narrow enclosed staircase to the farmhouse's 
second floor. Oh, no, she wasn't quite as naive as Kevin thought, she 
half-laughed to herself, the alcohol making her feel frivolous. Anybody with 
half a mind could see that the Deightons were swingers ... or whatever term 
it was that the newspapers called it. But she didn't care. In a way that 
made it even better. Sometime during the conversation on the porch, the 
young widow had decided the time had come to break her long sexual 
abstinence. She wanted Kevin to make love to her, she wanted to experience 
everything! And knowing that the Deightons wouldn't be shocked to find two 
lovers in their house if they happened to come home early just made her feel 
less afraid, more secure about what was finally going to happen... 

Liz ducked into a pretty sunlit bedroom and began undoing her clothes, 
pulling her sweater over her head and tossing it on the double bed with a 
nonchalance that surprised even herself. Somehow she sensed it was going to 
be easier than she would have imagined it to be. Bob had been dead for over 
three years now, and anyway she had known all along he would never in a 
million years have wanted her to save herself for some sort of silly memory 
of him. 

She slipped out of her skirt and folded it neatly over the sweater on the 
bed. It was not for Bob's memory, though, that Elizabeth had waited all this 
time before giving herself to another man. It was partly public opinion, a 
fear of what the townspeople would think, since her husband had been killed 
in Vietnam, But most of all it was a prudishness, just like her more 
intimate friends had said. They didn't know how deep it went! That same 
prudishness, she realized guiltily, had kept her from ever really giving 
herself to Bob even to her own husband when she had him! 

Undressing more quickly now, Liz peeled her white nylon panties down her 
long legs and reached behind to undo her matching white nylon brassiere. 
Still, until now, no men had really interested her. Because she wouldn't let 
them! Her friends had pointed out prospect after prospect, but she had 
steadily refused to see anything nice in any of them ... using the excuse 
that no man interested her now that Bob had gone out of her life. But, now 
that she had finally relaxed, it had happened, just like everyone told her. 
She liked Kevin Burroughs! It was entirely something she hadn't planned, 
something she'd never expected to happen. 

The young widow stood there naked a moment, running her hands over her full 
swelling hips and up to the sensuous weight of her breasts, the alcohol 
coursing through her bloodstream sending wild erotic flashes to each and 
every nerve-end on her generously contoured body. Then she slipped into the 
skimpy white bikini and moved purposefully out the door. After the response 
she'd got from Simon, a confirmed homosexual, she didn't need to look in the 
mirror to know what kind of reaction she'd get from Kevin Burroughs. 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

Liz walked down several steps, then stopped at the turn of the landing. It 
hardly seemed worthwhile to go downstairs not when she was so conveniently 
close to the pleasant sunny bedroom with its big double bed! 

"Kevin?" she called out. "Do you think I should leave my clothes in the 
bedroom or bring them with me?" 

"I don't suppose it matters one way or the other." She heard the handsome 
young executive moving from the kitchen through the living room toward her 
voice. Then Burroughs appeared, slenderly muscular in swim trunks. 

"Very nice upstairs," she commented down to him from the landing. "Sunny, 
lots of windows. Really, you ought to see it." 

Burroughs' heart jumped to his throat as he looked up at the curvaceous 
young blonde on the landing, wearing only a skimpy white bikini. Jesus, he 
thought, she's got a beautiful body! 

"Oh yeah? Guess I'll take a look," he gulped deeply and held his breath. 
Already he was moving up the staircase behind her. Christ! Christ! his eyes 
fastened on her tautly undulating buttocks as they climbed higher. Her firm, 
half-exposed ass-cheeks joggled seductively as she shifted from one foot to 
the other. 

Feeling almost stunned by his date's movie-star voluptuousness, the young 
executive accompanied the seductively clad blonde on a brief tour of the 
upstairs. There seemed to be three bedrooms, a bath ... he hardly noticed 
for the crawling, drawing-up sensation in his scrotum that signaled the 
beginning of an erection. He could feel his cock throbbing painfully with 
his hotly racing blood as she stopped in a bedroom doorway. 

Burroughs took a deep breath as the determined widow moved slowly into the 
room, seemingly unaware of his eyes that followed every swaying movement of 
her softly molded half-naked body. Jesus, what's she doing? Does she think 
I'm blind?! He looked around and then sat down on the bed in an attempt to 
hide the visible bulge in his swim trunks. 

"This is the room where I left my clothes," she pointed to the neat stack of 
her clothing on the bed. There were her tight sweater and short mini-skirt, 
and on top of it all a white lacy brassiere and her sheer white bikini 
panties. "Guess I should hang up the skirt or it'll get all wrinkled." 

"Yeah, why not? Just hang it in their closet," he barely managed to mutter. 
"I'm sure they won't mind." 

Liz picked up the bundle of clothing and laid it on the bureau, turning her 
back to him. He could feel the blood continuing to pulse warmly into his 
lust-stiffened cock, straining his hard thick penis against the restricting 
tightness of his swim trunks. 

She lifted the skirt from under the stack of clothing and then slowly hung 
it up. Just watching the movement of her arms and the tanned naked expanse 
of her tapering back sent his imagination racing wildly. His eyes glowed 
with anticipation as the skirt fell from the hanger and she bent to pick it 
up. The miniscule bathing suit panties slipped into the narrow crevice 
between her roundly curved ass-cheeks as she straightened up and replaced it 
on the hanger Finally, she turned and walked gracefully toward the bed, her 
lush young body entirely naked except for the two wisps of cloth that 
covered her gently quivering breasts and full womanly buttocks. 

As she neared the bed, Kevin couldn't help staring, in spite of himself. 
Christ, is she built! Her large, gently uplifted breasts were wide-spaced 
and placed high on her chest. They swayed and jiggled with a youthful 
firmness that made the hair on the back of his neck stand on end. For a 
moment, he ceased breathing at all and felt an involuntary jerking of his 
turgid, fully erect cock. His penis felt like it would tear through his swim 
trunks as his eyes fell on the soft-looking "vee" of her pubic mound, snugly 
encased in the white bikini panties. 

"I think you like me," the watching blonde said bluntly, with a twinkle in 
her eyes. 

"How can you tell?" he laughed nervously. 

"It's just something a woman can sense," the somewhat intoxicated woman 
shrugged and casually sat down on the bed beside him. 

Jesus, what is she ... trying to do to me! I've been playing the gentleman 
... but if she keeps this up ... I'll rape her! 

As Liz sat down and leaned back luxuriantly, half-naked on her elbows beside 
him, it was all he could do to keep from throwing his hotly churning body on 
top of her tempting lushness. She sighed and tilted her head, her long 
blonde hair spilling and cascading softly around her shoulders. He moved 
closer and turned toward her, feeling his stiff rampant hardness pressing 
hotly against her splayed-out thigh. 

"Do you want ... to see me naked, Kevin?" she smiled. 

"God, you know I do," he gasped, hardly able to believe what the usually 
prim widow had said. 

The young executive turned the quivering blonde toward him and slipped his 
right hand inside the front of her low-cut bikini top, squeezing the warm 
swelling flesh excitedly between his fingers. With his other hand he undid 
the white straps holding the flimsy top up, letting her youthfully ripened 
breasts burst free in the warm afternoon air. They were like two succulent 
melons, the alabaster whiteness of her proudly thrusting mounds shining in 
sharp contrast to the rich deep tan on the rest of her nakedness. 

Then Burroughs wound his fingers in the tight waistband of her brief white 
panties and worked them down over her white, firmly rounded buttocks to her 
knees. He gazed down excitedly at her naked, hair-lined pussy and its pink 
flushing moistness nestled within. 

Almost frantically, he pulled the panties down her long smooth legs and 
tossed them quickly alongside the bed. 

"Oh God, now I'm completely naked!" Liz gasped in wanton excitement. 

"Yeah." 

As he gaped at her, she stared back at him, her eyes a little glazed from 
the alcohol. The richly full mounds of her proud young breasts and their 
ruby-like, hardened nipples thrust up at him in all their naked glory. Liz 
lowered her eyes for a moment to take in the promising bulge at his loins, 
then she lifted herself up on her elbows. Unknowingly, she had splayed her 
legs open wide and he could plainly see the wet pink flesh of her desirously 
pulsating cunt, framed by the tantalizing golden wisps of soft pussy hair. 

"Christ, you're ... beautiful, Liz," he muttered, staring down at her lush 
nakedness while the passion-heat in his muscular body rose rapidly. He could 
see that her cool blue eyes had dilated a little from the excitement also 
and it was all he could do to keep from falling on top of her and ramming 
his achingly distended cock up into the dampening warmth of her tight little 
cunt this very moment, but he held himself back. He wanted to take enough 
time to be sure she would cum. Last time he had deprived her of her orgasm 
this time he wanted to make her respond fully, to cum with him. 

"I'm glad you like me ... naked," Liz blushed, unconsciously raising her 
full blossoming hips and undulating them wantonly in silent pleading. 

"Have you made love to a lot of other men?" he asked. 

"No," she admitted. "Just my husband ... and we were only married six 
months." 

"I'm going to teach you all you ever wanted to know about making love," the 
blonde man promised, pushing her down to the mattress and leaning over her 
expectantly splayed nakedness. 

Kevin suddenly realized that the naked widow was quivering passionately 
beneath him. "You want me to fuck you, don't you?" he breathed deeper this 
time. 

"Oh, yes, you know I want you to," she answered, even more excited by the 
obscene word he had chosen. 

"Then tell me!" 

"I want you to fuck me!" she moaned heavily at the very wantonness of her 
own response. 

The excited young businessman rose from the bed and began taking off his 
swim trunks. He shoved them down his muscled legs and stood in front of her 
with his rigidly throbbing cock standing out like a flag pole in front of 
his flat firm loins. Elizabeth's lust-glazed eyes raced over his towering 
masculine form then riveted on his lewdly pulsing hardness, staring at his 
rock-hard member for a moment, before looking up at him hesitantly. 

"Kevin?" she abruptly gasped. 

"What?" Kevin stopped at the edge of the bed, noticeably irritated by the 
interruption. Jesus, was she going to back out on him now! Shit, he was 
ready to fuck her and nothing was going to stop him! 

Liz struggled for the right words, the thought of what Karen had done to 
Blacky whirling excitedly through her mind. She couldn't do that to a dog 
but she wanted to do it to 

Kevin! 

"Kevin, your cock is wonderful. I want to repay you, darling ... for what 
you did to me last night. Do you want me to put my lips around your cock? 
... I've never done that before to anyone. I want to suck on you, too!" 

Burroughs looked back at her in lusty amazement, finally managing to pant 
hoarsely, "Oh, God, yes! Suck my cock!" 

As he pulled himself from between her wide-splayed legs and rolled onto his 
back beside her, she waited expectantly, then the nakedly aroused blonde 
crawled up on her knees between his hair-covered legs. Burroughs had the 
feeling that Liz Calloway was going to be just the limit! She's never sucked 
anyone else even her husband but she was learning fast! He lay tensed with 
his stiffly pulsating cock pointed up at a forty-five degree angle toward 
the ceiling. Turning his head he could see both himself and the sexy young 
blonde reflected in the mirror on top of the dressing table and he followed 
her preliminary movements without even having to raise his head to look down 
at her. 

"Jeezus!" he groaned as she positioned her body over his in the mirror, her 
full cream-white breasts dangling erotically and her lushly molded buttocks 
waving salaciously in the air. 

Liz crawled up between his legs and, reaching out with her hand, began 
stroking his impatiently throbbing hardness, sliding the smooth flesh of his 
foreskin up and down in a slow tantalizing rhythm that thrilled her with its 
new found lewdness. She was stroking his penis just like he had made her do 
last night, but this time, the drink-relaxed widow was doing it willingly! 
Then she moved up even farther on all fours until her head was a scant few 
inches from the warm pulsing head of his bulbously rounded cock. She held 
the hard thick rod of burgeoning male flesh tightly in both hands, stroking 
the eagerly jerking shaft between the flat of her palms in a teasing up and 
down motion that caused the bachelor's muscular buttocks to undulate in time 
to her obscene maddening rhythm. 

"Damn, keep that up!" Burroughs commanded the sensuous-naked figure kneeling 
so provocatively over him. 

Elizabeth's head lowered toward the bloated hardness of his lewdly pulsing 
cock-head and her tongue flicked out, the tip boring teasingly into the 
slight moistness of the small opening at the end. "Christ," Kevin sucked in 
his breath from the excruciatingly pleasurable contact of her virginal 
tongue on his unbelievably stiffened penis. 

Chills rippled along the back of his spine, forcing a groan from his lips. 
He'd never expected the reserved blonde to respond like this it was almost 
too good to be true. He watched as she brought her lasciviously ovaled wet 
mouth down all the way and enclosed the whole of his hard thick cock in a 
soft warm pressure that was so incredibly exciting he almost came right 
then. She was inexperienced in this type of thing, but the burning heat of 
her mouth and the naively proficient way she used her lips was absolutely 
fantastic. Her lips slid back up his shaft-length and tightened like a pink 
elastic band just below his savagely pulsating cock-head, trapping his 
lust-thickened hardness up inside the warm wet cavern of her impaled mouth. 

"Oooooh," he groaned, lifting his head from the pillow to stare down at the 
young blonde's lust-contorted face. 

The sight of his sensitive cock-shaft sunk halfway up between her greedily 
sucking lips increased the erotic sensation ten-fold. His stiffened penis 
glistened like the wet limb of a sapling as it began to move erotically in 
and out between the grasping fullness of her lewdly encompassing lips. 
Tentatively at first, then with more assurance, she massaged the velvety 
resilient skin of his testicles with her fingers, stroking the base of his 
wetly immersed cock between the thumb and forefinger of the other hand as 
she began to suck rhythmically up and down on his saliva-coated rod of 
burgeoning cock-flesh. 

The young accounts executive could feel the softness of her hotly working 
tongue twirling with an obscene moist pressure around his cock-head at the 
apex of withdrawal, the tongue-tip dancing across the tiny cum-seeping 
opening at the end. He flexed his buttocks, his head still raised, watching 
the top of her blonde head bobbing salaciously up and down below, the 
inciting vision of her mouth encasing the length of his wildly hammering 
penis almost painful in its unspiring lewdness. 

Liz could feel the throbbing reaction in his hotly responding loins and she 
began to suck a little harder, the tips of her teeth digging gently into his 
hard resisting member, leaving small white trails where they had scraped the 
blood along beneath the surface of his skin. The image of what her friend 
Karen had done with the dog was etched in the impressionable blonde's mind 
and she tried to do it like she'd seen the abandoned brunette sucking on 
Blacky's red glistening penis. 

Then Kevin's hands dropped to Elizabeth's hair and pulled her even closer to 
his achingly responding loins. She liked this position it gave her a 
masochistic pleasure to know she was almost incapable of moving her head in 
any direction now except up and down on that wonderful fully rigid penis. 

Reaching under his tightly flexed buttocks, she cupped the rock-hard mounds 
to pull his orgiastically jerking pelvis up tighter to her face. Her 
cleverly manipulating tongue swiped around the silky bulbous head furiously 
until Kevin thought he would scream with the building pleasure, feeling near 
the bursting point as she took almost all his thick rigid shaft deep up in 
her throat. As she licked on the glistening wet pole-flesh like a cat 
lapping at cream, he could feel all of himself, every nerve he possessed 
concentrated down there in the hardened core of his eagerly thrusting penis. 
He had to get his hot throbbing member up into that tight little cunt of 
hers and fuck her! He couldn't go on like this much longer or he would cum 
right in her mouth! 

"Jesus, Liz, that's good!" he moaned. "But you got to stop before I cum. I 
want to put it ... in your cunt ... and fuck you!" 

"Go ahead, cum in my mouth," she gurgled around the obscenely impaling penis 
between her lips. "You can fuck me later ... isn't that possible?" 

"Oh God, right on, baby. You sure learn quickly. We'll do it both ways!" 

Burroughs thought the avid young blonde would choke, but she continued the 
maddening titillating sucking on and on, her mouth pulling up the full 
length of the impatiently beating penis, drawing on him like an erotic 
velvety vacuum cleaner. The pressure building in his sperm-bloated balls was 
excruciatingly unbearable, and his stone-hard cock seemed to inflate and 
lengthen beyond anything it had ever done before. He was going to cum in her 
mouth! In her mouth! He couldn't hold back an instant longer! 

Great swirls of heat were building deep, deep up in his lustfully churning 
balls as he watched her lust and drink twisted face working above his hairy 
body like that of a hungry calf sucking on its mother's teat. He could see 
tiny rivulets of sweat rolling from her naked, voluptuously molded body as 
she bucked over him, trying to make him spurt his white hot cum down her 
sucking gluttonous throat. 

"Oh, Christ ... Christ, JESUS!" he groaned into the brightness of the sunny 
upstairs bedroom. 

The muscles on the young man's stomach tightened until he thought they would 
snap from the pressure as he arched his back up off the bed, pushing even 
farther up between the hotly clasping moistness of the blonde widow's 
working lips. He groaned over and over again, his mouth spitting out 
incoherent mutterings from between tightly clenched teeth. Suddenly, he 
gasped. The moment was here and a low guttural sound started from somewhere 
deep in his chest as he felt the building gush of impatiently surging sperm 
begin its mad dash from the reservoir of his exploding balls to spew in hot 
thin streams up into her hungrily sucking mouth. 

"Succckkk, suck meeee!" he shouted, the tendons on his thighs stretching 
like a prisoner's drawn tight on a rack. 

The beautiful blonde's cheeks expanded and hollowed fish-like as she 
greedily swallowed the warm flooding torrents to keep from choking. The 
slavishly kneeling widow went on sucking wildly as he emptied his fresh warm 
sperm up into the wetness of her suctioning mouth. His feverish hands 
tangled in her long hair, holding her head to the hot eruption of his 
release-possessed loins as he rammed his madly jerking penis all the way up 
to her tonsils. 

"Aaaargh," the young widow coughed, swallowing to regain her breath. 

Kevin Burroughs moaned his last and then fell back, grunting in complete 
fulfillment. Gradually, his still half-erect cock deflated in her mouth, but 
Elizabeth continued her gentle sucking, drawing every last drop of the warm 
tasting semen from the depleted young man's emptied sacs. 

Finally, she pulled her mouth away. "Did you like that, darling?" She laid 
her head on his heaving stomach. 

"Jesus, I'll say." 

"It was exciting for me too, Kevin. I can hardly wait until you get hard 
again, so you can fuck me!" 

Looking up at him, she smiled softly and began to pull herself up. Then, 
rolling over onto her buttocks, her face froze in a horrified expression. 
There was a man standing in the doorway! How long he had been watching them, 
she had no idea. His eyes were glinting with lewd excitement! He was undoing 
his belt buckle! 

"Lie down and relax. I got to wait a few minutes," Kevin gasped from beneath 
her. Suddenly, he saw her hunching and crossing her arms as if to hide her 
own nakedness from some threat. "What's the matter, Liz?" 

"It's just me, old boy," Lee Deighton stepped into the room, already 
unzipping his pants. "I came back to take you two over to a party. But I 
think I prefer to join this one." 

"Now, wait a minute," Burroughs sat up. "Liz isn't used to..." 

"Won't take no for an answer old boy," Deighton stepped out of his slacks. 
"Besides, you didn't bring a girl to the orgy. I let you fuck Sally, right? 
So here's your opportunity to repay me!" 

In her stunned condition, Liz thought at first she must be going crazy! 
Kevin at an orgy! What kind of relationship did Kevin have with his boss and 
his boss' wife? Deighton was completely naked now, his fully erect cock 
waving at her menacingly as he approached the bed. His eyes took in her lush 
defenseless nakedness with a look of lewd anticipation that could only mean 
one thing ... he meant to fuck her. It couldn't be true ... no, it was too 
awful ... but it was going to happen. Kevin was sheepishly getting up from 
the bed, leaving her there alone and naked. WHY WASN'T HE HELPING HER? Not 
even bothering to dress, her lover dropped into a chair as though he were 
going to watch his boss make love to his vulnerable young girl friend. 

"Spread your legs wide, honey, I'm coming in now," the dark-haired man 
grinned in triumph above her. "From the way that wet little pussy looks, I 
can see you're as ready as I am." 

Quivering like a leaf, Liz thought she was going to faint from the terror as 
Deighton leaned over her and jerked her thighs wider apart. He levered up 
over her, his arms stiff, his hands pushing her shoulders to the mattress, 
then he dropped one hand down between their bodies, taking his throbbing 
cock between his fingers and guiding it forward, using the thick rubbery 
head to part the fleshy lips of her fearfully cringing cunt. She turned her 
head to the side on the mattress, closing her eyes with a shudder as she 
felt his turgid penis' soft electrical contact against the sensitive edges 
of her moistly prepared pussy. 

"Kevin, help me ... please!" There was no answer. 

"Nooo," the humiliated blonde pleaded as she felt the first harsh pressure 
against the tight elastic opening of her panic-seized vagina. 

He pushed. 

"Aaagh," she coughed as the bloated tip slipped through, cruelly stretching 
the narrow rubbery opening until Elizabeth felt as though her thighs were 
splitting apart from the relentless outward pressure. 

"Ohhhhh, God no, please, you're hurting me, you're hurting me!" She was 
suddenly moaning uncontrollably as she jerked her eyes open in fear and saw 
the stranger's obscenely aroused grin above her impaled nakedness. 

The older man fell forward, his weight smashing her full firm breasts 
tightly back against her chest as he thrust his hips forward to slide up his 
long thick cock up into her spasmodically clenching cunt like a raging 
freight train, pushing the soft moist flesh of her vaginal walls in rippling 
waves before it. There was no stopping his relentless driving member until 
with a loud groan his swaying balls smacked heavily into the upturned cheeks 
of her tightly clenched buttocks. 

Wasting no time on preliminaries, he immediately began to fuck up into her 
in long, deep strokes. He thrust hard from the tips of his toes and rammed 
the last inch of his lustfully thickening cock up into her tight little 
hole, bringing a moan from her lips that resounded through the room like the 
cry of a wounded and dying animal. Liz's eyes opened wide to gaze glassy and 
unseeing at the ceiling. She couldn't believe this was happening to her! 

"Okay, baby, let's cum," his voice came to her as though from a great 
distance. "I'm ready to shoot it into you." 

Then, above her, Deighton groaned and she could feel the hot waves of his 
sperm shooting deep up into her defenselessly violated womb. Her head 
whirled in humiliation as the powerful ricocheting squirts surged wildly 
into her so-long-denied belly, filling her with its quenching liquid heat. 
She could feel it flooding hotly into her, drenching the depths of her 
heedlessly impaled womb until she thought she would burst inside. There were 
several convulsive jerks of his passion-racked pelvis against the softness 
of her abdomen, a desperate digging of fingers into the firm flesh of her 
hips, and then he fell forward. 

Liz closed her eyes as Deighton exhaustedly lifted himself from her still 
shocked body and rolled over onto his back. When she opened them, Kevin 
Burroughs was still sitting in the chair, looking regretful ... but also 
excited! 

Without a word to him, she lifted herself from the bed, gathered her 
clothing, and moved to the bathroom. 

Minutes later, the fully clothed young widow eased out of the bathroom and 
stealthfully picked her way down the stairs. Feeling totally and 
oppressively sober now, she stood at the threshold to the living room, 
listening to the sounds of Kevin's and Lee's voices coming from above. 

"I don't give a shit what you've said," Kevin was saying, "that's no goddamn 
way to treat a girl." 

"Look," Lee answered. "You do want that new promotion, don't you? I've got 
several other guys in mind who'd love the job." 

Kevin's voice was trembling with anger. "I don't believe my job security has 
anything to do with it." 

Lee cleared his throat. "I'm telling you. Things aren't gonna get easier 
around the office unless you contribute your fair share. Lots of the other 
guys in the club are married. Jesus Christ, they absolutely insist their 
wives play around, and you're sweet on this broad you've only known for a 
coupla days!" 

The listening Liz heard Kevin come to her defense again, but she didn't want 
to listen to him, although he did sound angry, and even if he was trying to 
stand up for her. 

It wasn't till Elizabeth stepped out onto the porch that she realized from 
the angling shadows that it was late afternoon. She ran quickly from the 
farm house without slowing her pace until she had left the clearing and 
outbuildings far behind. By the time she reached the main road she was 
deeply out of breath. A stiff breeze disturbed the tops of tall New England 
pine and maple, a cricket sounded softly from the lush green forest, and 
suddenly the confused blonde felt frightened and terribly alone... 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

Sometimes the strangest things happen: coincidences, chance events, 
remarkable and totally accidental occurrences that come when a person least 
expects them. 

So it was that Jimmy Lyons wasn't looking for anything out of the ordinary 
to happen to him when he decided to take a different route home from work. 
He was tired and anxious to get home. He'd taken the two-lane highway that 
afternoon even though the route was almost twice as long as the thru-way 
that went through Pepperston into New Hampshire and Maine .aid he was 
already beginning to regret it. He found himself driving faster and faster, 
steadily picking up speed in an effort to make time. At least there wasn't 
much traffic. Not many motorists drove along the winding tarmac, especially 
on weekdays when the beach crowd usually slacked off. 

The wiry-built, gray-haired man was still hungover from the goings-on last 
night. 

If it hadn't been for Burroughs coming over, he thought, giving himself a 
bleary-eyed look in the rear-view mirror, he would have felt a helluva lot 
better. It's been sometime after twelve when his friend had arrived and his 
wife had already gone to bed. Before Kevin had come, he'd already polished 
off the better part of a six-pack, and, when the younger, blonde-haired man 
had suggested he get out the Jack Daniels, he'd known he was finished as far 
as today was concerned. 

Then there'd been that story about the girl. That had lasted into the A.M., 
and dawn was coming up by the time Kevin was through with his elaborate 
account of how he'd pussy-tongued the sexy young blonde down on Loames' 
Beach. Christ, Lyons laughed aloud to himself, Burroughs had told the same 
story ass-backwards and forwards then sideways-at least a dozen times! 

But he couldn't say he blamed Kevin for it. He'd seen young Elizabeth 
Calloway from time to time since she'd graduated from Pepperston High School 
and had known Bob Calloway's family well, though he was sure Liz didn't know 
who the hell he was. Pepperston was small enough so that girls with the luck 
of youth and beauty like Liz Calloway turned automatically into community 
status symbols. He still found it hard to believe that Kevin had 
accomplished all he said he had last night. In Lyons' mind, Liz represented 
something remote and inaccessible. And, even though Kevin hadn't fucked her, 
in some ways getting a genuine taste of that young sweet pussy was just as 
good! But here he was, carrying on to himself like a high school kid! That 
was more the style of Burroughs, who was always trying to impress the guys 
at the office with tales of sexual conquest. Kevin played the young 
executive game to the hilt, with his flashy MG sports car and chic townhouse 
apartment. He was almost as bad as their boss, Lee Deighton. But Lyons and 
Burroughs both worked for the same accounting department in the paper 
marketing company where they were making about the same money, and Lyons 
wagered his friend was up to his ears in debt to maintain the expensive 
front. 

Jimmy wasn't doing too bad, himself, but he'd been raised in the old New 
England tradition of thrift and common sense that demanded you take out a 
six-figure life insurance policy, even when you had no kids. His wife, 
Kitty, a terribly sensible girl, was security-conscious sometimes beyond the 
point of being reasonable. Uptight, Kevin would have called her, though 
Jimmy was no wild adventurer himself. 

Still ... there were times, the man in his early forties sighed to himself, 
when he could use a little excitement in his life. His wife, although a 
good-looking woman, had never been much in bed. As far as pussy-licking and 
cock-sucking were concerned, she was an outright prude, and he'd been forced 
to seek out that sort of sex on occasional binges when he'd been down in 
Boston by himself. 

The highway bent inland from the coast toward the juncture of a country road 
that ran some distance from the beach. 

The high green grass along the tarmac whooshed in the wake of the speeding 
station-wagon. Behind a clump of scraggly pine and maple were a few summer 
cottages, bleached white in the sun. Lyons slowed down, anticipating the 
bumps and pot-holes in the old road he knew by heart, suddenly noticing 
there was a girl standing at the crossroads, her long blonde hair fanning 
out like silver sparks in the breeze. She was waving him down showing a bit 
of leg at the same time, Lyons noted and moving now from the shell-dust of 
the country track onto the highway. 

He shifted down into low gear and softly applied the brakes. Crazy things 
have happened to me in my goddamned life, Jimmy Lyons thought, but seeing 
Liz Calloway at this moment is one of the ever-loving strangest! 

"You need a lift?" he said hoarsely, after rolling down the window on her 
side of the car. 

"Please ... if you don't mind." She moved rapidly to the door which Lyons 
opened automatically for her. She jumped into the front seat and slammed the 
door behind her. 

"What's the matter? Car trouble?" he was almost at a loss for words. 

"Yes ... no," she said confusedly. "It's rather complicated. Are you going 
to Pepperston?" 

"Ma'am, I live in Pepperston." 

"Oh," she was trembling visibly, "I thought I'd seen you somewhere." 

He started up the car and headed on down the highway. Within moments, 
thickening broken shrub growth appeared on either side of the winding road. 
"I'm Jimmy Lyons. I knew your husband Bob's family real well," he said. 

The curvaceous blonde nodded as though she'd only half heard him and 
continued to stare vacantly out the window. 

Lyons took his eyes off the road to glance at her for a flickering second, 
and immediately he could tell she'd been crying. He didn't feel so very 
sympathetic, even though he knew he should. Maybe her upset mood had 
something to do with last night and Kevin Burroughs, he speculated, though 
Jimmy was still at a loss to explain how the young widow had ended up out 
here in the woods. Her hair streamed wildly in a soft blonde tangle on 
either side of her gracefully sloping shoulders, and the front of her blouse 
was undone down to the second button. 

He stole another look, catching an eyeful of those high-set, full breasts 
that heaved up and down as she tried to keep from sobbing. 

Lyons cleared his throat. "What happened?" he asked bluntly. 

"Nothing," she was still evasive. "You couldn't possibly understand. 

She was probably right, Jimmy thought. He'd never been any good at figuring 
out what made women act the way they did. One moment they were dreamy-eyed 
and romantic, and the next, they were petulant and breaking down in tears, 
but never was any real explanation for any of it. "You live in Colonial 
Grove, isn't that right?" 

The distraught widow looked at him with an alarmed expression and began 
nervously running her fingers through her blonde hair. "Yes ... how did you 
know?" 

"Kevin Burroughs is a good friend of mine," the older businessman said. 

She didn't answer, but he saw her stiffen on the seat beside him. 

"Boy, that Kevin really gets around," he went on. "You got to hand that to 
him. He's been in Pepperston only a few months, and already he's made a name 
for himself." 

"Yes, I suppose so," she answered wearily. 

Knowing Kevin, Jimmy thought, he'd wrangled a date with Liz this morning, 
despite his hangover and his job ... and in spite of the fact she'd probably 
told him she never wanted to see him again in her life. Lyons chuckled to 
himself. He reflected on the possibility that Kevin had screwed Liz Calloway 
this afternoon ... then his thoughts dwelled for a moment on the fortuitous 
events that had led up to his seeing her on the road a few minutes before. 

"I saw Burroughs last night, sometime after he dropped you off at Colonial 
Grove," he said, glancing sharply at her. 

"Y-you ... did?" A flood of tears came to her eyes, and she blinked them 
back, obviously trying hard not to show how much this comment had astonished 
and unsettled her. 

Suddenly, the twenty-four hours' series of events became too much for the 
confused young blonde. Liz bit her lip but suddenly lost control, and the 
tears came pouring out as her shoulders began fitfully heaving. 

"Jesus Christ," he pulled the station wagon over to the side of the road. 
"Are you all right." 

"Yes, yes, it's okay," she sobbed. "Please . . .just take me home. Honestly, 
I'll pay you for it..." 

"Damn," Lyons felt his cock stiffening into a rapidly pulsing hardness 
beneath his pants, "I'm no frigging taxi, lady!" 

The gray-haired man thought of what Burroughs had told him about how the 
curvaceous blonde had tightened her long slender legs around his neck and 
the way she had moaned for more of his expertly probing tongue licking up 
between her trembling thighs, then he imagined himself getting his share of 
that delectable young pussy! 

"I'd be glad to take you home," he said, "but I think we ought to just sit 
here a minute ... and relax." 

"I'll get out and walk," she said abruptly and began to move out of the 
station wagon which was parked on the side of the road. 

Suddenly, Jimmy Lyons seized the girl and threw her violently back against 
the car seat. The feel of her smooth shoulders against his perspiring palms 
excited him, and he began breathing harder, feeling his penis growing 
another pounding inch at the first contact he made with her. He glanced 
quickly up and down the road to make sure no other houses or automobiles 
were in sight, but all he saw was woods, going back a quarter of a mile down 
the highway, leaving him and the girl totally alone. 

"By now, you must have figured Kevin told me all about what happened last 
night," he wet his lips, "right down to how he licked your pretty little 
cunt!" 

Elizabeth moved to get out of the car at once, but he pulled her back again 
and held her rigidly next to him. She could sense the threat of violence in 
his voice and the crude hungry look he turned on her sent a chill of 
foreboding crackling down the length of her spine. 

"Damn you!" she shuddered. "Let me go ... I'll scream!" 

"There isn't anyone around to hear you," he laughed. "Just you and me ... 
and I think that's the way I like it." 

"Wh-why ... why are you acting like this?" 

She bent backward on the car seat, trying to avoid the lewdly obscene 
undressing with his eyes of her trembling young body. 

"I think I'd like to get acquainted with you, Liz," he breathed hard. "To 
put it bluntly, how about giving me some of what you gave Kevin last night?" 

Her eyes widened. "You can forget that!" She tried to wrench free from his 
hand clenching vise-like on her wrist. 

"See, I'm stronger than you, Liz. I got you trapped, right? You're stuck in 
this car with me and there isn't a damn thing you can do about it." 

The older man obviously enjoyed the helpless look creeping over the girl's 
face. 

"Another thing," he went on. "What the hell were you doing on the road by 
yourself this afternoon?" 

"I was with Kevin," she blurted out, still trying to avoid his eyes. 

"I figured that," he said. 

She'd fucked Kevin this afternoon, he just sensed it! And the lewd knowledge 
clinched his determination to get in on the action. 

He started up the car again, and this time she made no attempt to escape. 
Jimmy knew damn well the luscious blonde would do whatever he requested, 
since he'd made it known he wasn't a man to be taken lightly. He meant to 
fuck her, and there wasn't a damn thing she could do about it. There was a 
dirt road somewhere down the highway which headed up into the woods. No one 
used it out of hunting season, and he'd drive this gorgeous blonde ass out 
there and screw her! 

The lustfully excited businessman had trouble finding the turnoff as it was 
overgrown with ferns, and he had to circle back a couple of times before he 
saw it. He drove about a half-mile into the woods until the thick growth 
made it impossible to go any farther. 

"Here we are, just the two of us," he smiled, turning to her with a lewd 
suggestive grin on his face. 

She sat on the edge of the car seat, her full firm thighs quivering beneath 
her revealing micro-skirt. Considering his willingness to use force, Liz 
didn't see much she could do to avoid Kevin's strange friend. Perhaps, she 
thought, if she could just persuade him. 

"Now, you going to give me some of that young pussy or do we have to use 
strong-arm tactics?" His small beady eyes roamed lecherously up and down her 
long slender legs. 

In a flash, the last two days spun before Elizabeth's eyes it seemed 
impossible to the trapped widow that one moment of weakness last night on 
the beach had come to this. She felt the man's hand touch the top of her 
knees and she shuddered as it moved across the hem of her skirt and then 
slid up between her tightly clenched legs. "This is ... rape," her mouth 
went dry with fear, "I hope you're aware of that." 

"And, how're you going to prove it?" he spat at her. "I know your type ... 
you'd do anything to avoid the scandal. 

Her hands clutched at his fingers, trying to pry them loose from the grasp 
he now had on the vulnerable softness of her quaking inner thighs. "Oh no, 
stop, please stop!" Liz moaned, but he ignored her pleas, continuing his 
obscene exploration until his outstretched middle finger was pressing her 
white nylon panties up into the cum-smeared warmth of her fearfully 
trembling pussy-furrow. 

"This isn't going to be so hard," he whispered lewdly, rubbing all the while 
against her moistly cringing cunt through the thin protection of her bikini 
panties. "To tell you the truth," he kept on touching her there as he 
talked, "I think you're gonna enjoy it." 

"Aaaarrgh!" Elizabeth cried out, pulling against the door when she felt 
Lyons' fingers pinching cruelly into the soft naked smoothness just below 
the tight elastic leg band of her brief panties. He squeezed again, sending 
a razor-sharp slice of pain through her skin that compelled her to open her 
legs so that he would loosen his grip. 

"More!" Lyons shouted. "Wider!" 

She lurched against the seat, then scrambled into the back of the station 
wagon, like a cornered feline animal frightened into any means of escape. 
The wiry gray-haired man leaped over the seat behind her, seizing her with 
one hand and adjusting the rear seats with the other so that they slipped 
down beneath the two of them, flattening out to form a soft cushiony surface 
as large as a double bed. 

"Just perfect. A love-couch in the wild," he remarked sarcastically. 

Sunlight falling through the trees fdtered through the car windows making 
little circles of light on Liz's lush young body. Lyons looked at her lying 
on the flattened car cushions, taking in with one glance the curving mounds 
of her tautly heaving breasts and her exposed thighs' tanned smoothness. Now 
he shifted his weight downward, planting his hand that had been clenching 
her arm over the smooth white nylon covering her defenselessly cringing 
pussy. 

The helpless young widow jerked up from the impact of his touch, but his 
hand now circling her neck in an iron grip hurt her terribly. "Oooooh, let 
me go. Can't you see I don't want this! You don't mean a damn thing to me." 

"It means the whole damn world to me, Lizzie," he smiled lewdly. "I've been 
a distant admirer of yours for years. Now I got the chance of a lifetime, 
and I sure as hell won't let it slip by!" 

Struck by the helplessness of her situation, the pinioned widow fell back, 
jerking slightly once more when she felt his obscenely prodding fingers 
squeeze at the sensitive flesh of her firm full buttocks. Without warning, 
he grinned in triumph and yanked at her flimsy bikini panties so that the 
tight elastic waistband snapped and the panties were pulled off her in one 
vicious tug and left dangling at her ankles. 

"Oh God, no," she gaped down in horror at her own defenseless nakedness, 
trying to cover her softly curling blonde pussy hair with her hands. But it 
was useless. She felt her panties fall from her feet to the floor below the 
cushions, and she reached over trying to retrieve them, but Lyons used her 
movement to slide his other hand under her nakedly rounded buttocks and 
begin squeezing the full fleshy moons together. 

"Tell me, Liz," he gloated, "what did Kevin do to you this afternoon? Did he 
eat you down there ... or did you do a little cock-sucking?" 

Liz would not, could not answer. Instead, she rolled her head away so that 
she wouldn't have to look at his snickering face and whimpered in 
resignation, knowing that he had her completely. As awful as it seemed, 
there was nothing she could do but submit to this brutish stranger, and 
something inside her told her that she might not be able to resist becoming 
excited ... For God's sakes, she thought, she'd already been aroused to the 
point of orgasm three times in the past two days, and holding out much 
longer just didn't seem possible! 

His hands coursed up her widespread thighs and rested just below her 
fearfully quivering cunt for an instant before he began stroking the moist 
trembling vaginal flesh. The terror-stricken young blonde shuddered at his 
touch and tensed, but he continued circling his fingers over the pinkly 
glistening folds of her pussy. After a moment, he used his thumbs and 
extended middle finger to spread her hotly pulsating cunt lips and expose 
the turgid little bud of her clitoris, awakening the tiny pleasure center to 
immediate thrusting erection. 

Liz forced herself to remain motionless and silent, knowing she had to 
accept his perverse ministrations. If she wanted to get it over with as soon 
as possible, it would be foolish for her to struggle any more. Yet, he 
seemed to enjoy prolonging the painful process as long as he could! 

"Look," he rasped hoarsely, "You don't have anything to gain by not 
cooperating. I'm not really so bad as you might think!" 

His fingers continued their maddening assault, probing her warmly opening 
cuntal flanges while he slid his other hand down between her soft resilient 
ass-cheeks to nudge her puckering little anus. She tried to stifle a throaty 
mewl as her tingling pussy-mound involuntarily rose up toward his 
lasciviously caressing fingers, tried to stifle the lewd sensations that 
spread out from her moist trembling vaginal area ... but she couldn't! 

Already her body was betraying her in a way that it never had with Bob 
during their six months of marriage or with Kevin and the other man this 
afternoon! "No ... pleeease, just leave me alone!" she cried out in her 
humiliated desperation. 

"Yessss, yesss, Lizzie," he moved closer on the flattened car seats, 
straddling her legs as his hands worked over the warm pink wetness of her 
slowly undulating pussy: "Now reach in and take out my cock!" 

A low shudder of unexpected masochistic excitement passed through the 
hitherto prudish widow's struggling belly at his demand. Oh God! 

What was happening to her? 

She used all of her will power to fight the unwanted and unexpected 
sensuality, yet the walls of her resistance seemed to crumble as he coursed 
his hands over her warmly throbbing cuntal flesh. She could feel soft 
ripples of ecstatic pleasure spreading throughout her body, a pleasure so 
beguiling that she relaxed the straining of her wide-split thighs, and like 
some mindless love-slave, rose toward the grinning businessman, stretched 
out one trembling hand and obediently began stroking the thick swelling 
bulge beneath his pants. 

"Dammmmnnn!" he groaned as he pivoted his hardness closer to her fingers so 
that they could pull timidly at his belt as he had instructed. The older man 
scooted forward toward the lovely blonde girl, his stomach pressing against 
her taut smooth belly so that the zipper of his slacks was within her easy 
grasp. She gripped the metal clasp of his pants and then closing her eyes 
slid it slowly down. His underpants sprang out instantly, bulging with the 
obscene thrust of his achingly throbbing cock. 

Despite her overwhelming sense of humiliation, Elizabeth Calloway moved her 
hands inside the sinewy man's white jockey shorts until her fingers 
encountered his heatedly pulsating penis which seemed to leap up into the 
glove-fitting warmth of her hand. She squeezed tentatively at first while 
she used her other hand to pull at the waistband of his underwear, tugging 
the shorts and slacks down until they were clinging at his knees. The entire 
swelling length of his thick, blue-veined penis stood out only a few inches 
from her eyes, the cock-head jerking menacingly, its skin stretched so tight 
it seemed to shine. 

"Get naked," Jimmy hissed, his eyes focused on her fingers that clasped 
excitingly around his hard throbbing member. 

Without waiting for her to respond and with his cock still thrust into the 
cup of her hand, he pulled off her sweater, then tugged her skirt completely 
down. Unclasping her skimpy white brassiere, he exposed the lush, 
pink-tipped mounds of her proud young breasts to his leering gaze. "Damn," 
he muttered as he let the brassiere fall carelessly to the floor of the 
station wagon, still fastening his gaze on her stiff, goose-bumped little 
nipples. 

Lyons, after taking off his shirt and kicking his pants to the side, began a 
slow grinding motion with his pelvis against the younger woman's 
defenselessly upturned loins, rubbing his lust-swollen cock-tip against the 
warm moistened lips of her automatically responding cunt. The turgidly 
throbbing head traced a tantalizing path of sensation up and down her wet, 
hair-lined pussy-slit, probing at it until the moist layers of velvety 
cuntal flesh parted and the long sensitive under-ridge of his fleshy rod fit 
snugly within the receptively heated furrow. 

"Damn, you sure feel good." He ground his stiffly excited member slowly and 
steadily against her, sliding his rock-hard penis up and down her seething 
vaginal crevice, provoking a warm glowing sensation that tingled salaciously 
from the tip of her quivering little clitoris down through her swollen 
cuntal lips and up into her dilating inner passage. 

As the strangely inciting pleasure continued to mount from Kevin's friend's 
erotic probing at her heatedly moist vaginal slit, Liz began to rationalize 
away the need to struggle against him. Yessss, she thought dimly, it felt 
too good, too delicious to even think of resisting... 

The abandoned widow could feel the ecstatic sensations destroying the 
fortress-like structure of her prudishness, thrusting her into a deep dark 
sensuality that now embraced every quivering inch of her nakedly undulating 
young body. NO ... she didn't understand right now why it should happen to 
her perhaps a combination of those long frustrated years of waiting and the 
debasing experience of being used insensitively by the other two men but she 
was too grateful to resist! 

Still, the shamelessly aroused young woman fought feebly against the torment 
of his blood-engorged cock rubbing against her fiery hot cunt, fought 
against surrender to its titillating electric hardness. But she knew that he 
was only moments away from total victory only moments away from thrusting 
his thick burgeoning shaft of steel-like male flesh up into her belly. 

"Nooo, for God's sakes ... pleeeease," she groaned distractedly beneath the 
desire-altered face that pressed against her tear-stained cheeks. Near total 
despair now, she suddenly realized that her hips were betraying her real 
desire, moving in eager little circles, rotating whorishly around his 
pussy-ensconced cock that rubbed so deliciously against her voraciously 
aroused cunt. Slowly, of their own volition, her knees raised until they 
were locked in place on either side of his clenching naked buttocks, the 
hair on his legs teasing against the tender backs of her thighs, expanding 
the lewd sensations in her erotically responding pussy down the tingling 
nerve endings of her legs. 

Groaning at her own defeat, the defeated young widow hooked her heels behind 
the man's knees, and with a low bestial sound of primitive hunger, her arms 
snaked around his neck and pulled his lips wetly down against her. "Mmmmmm," 
she mewled into his passion-contorted face. Delighted by her surrender, 
Jimmy jammed his tongue up into her mouth and she sucked greedily on it, 
soft erupting sounds of contentment escaping through the warmly sucking 
juncture of their lips. 

Liz gyrated her hungry young cunt in a few impatient grinding thrusts up 
against his lengthening hardness, trying to draw it up into her wildly 
quivering vagina at once. "Ooooh," she mewled below him, sucking again on 
his lips as his tongue took complete mastery of her mouth. 

Suddenly, Lyons was looking down at her firmly swelling breasts swaying out 
gently toward her ribs and bobbing lustfully with each gasp that came from 
her mewling throat. 

"Okay, sister," he said, "you ready for it?" 

"Oh ... yeessssss, do it, do it to meeeee!" she whispered, totally out of 
control now. He reached down between their sweat-streaked bodies to grasp 
his wetly slippery penis, positioning it right above the seething little 
opening to her heated cuntal flesh. 

"What you want me to do? Go on, say it, Lizzie!" 

"I want ... God ... PLEASE FUCK MEEEE!" The town beauty was more than ready 
and there was no need to wait an instant longer. 

As though he were moving a guided missile into firing position, he placed 
the rubbery bloated head of his pulsing male hardness right up against the 
hotly searing entrance to her wet vaginal depths. Pausing for a moment, he 
nuzzled his throbbing cock-tip around in an impatient semi-circle until the 
tight elastic cuntal mouth suddenly gave way! With one smooth movement of 
his hips, he thrust forward and his long burgeoning member sluiced warmly up 
into her hungrily clenching pussy. Liz groaned, her lips contorting 
spasmodically and her tongue feverishly running over her open panting lips. 

"Ooooh, yesss," she cried, her eyes rolling in ecstasy as his sperm-bloated 
balls slapped flat against her salaciously upturned buttocks. Her jerking 
cunt opened wetly for him as the impact of his heedless thrust drove her 
fervently trembling young thighs even wider apart. 

The length and thickness of Jimmy Lyons' cock was even greater than the 
helpless blonde had imagined when she had first pulled his distended member 
from his fly. It seemed now to fill her completely, brimming out at its base 
from her spasmodically clinging vaginal lips and forcing her tightly fitting 
passage wider than she had ever thought possible. 

Flat on her back in the rear of the car, she gurgled up at her conqueror, 
suddenly wanting to be fucked to the point of being hurt she wanted to feel 
every ounce of her own whorishness thrown back into her face and greedy cunt 
she wanted to wallow in her abject shame and humiliation. She was a whore, 
and the strange wiry businessman who was fucking so wonderfully up into her 
tight little cunt had succeeded as no one else ever had in making her know 
it with an iron certainty. 

With each wheezing grunt and smarting slam of his lean body on the smooth 
flat plane of her wantonly undulating belly, she came to realize her own 
slutishness and the abysmal depths of human degradation to which she had 
fallen. Yes, that was one part of herself that neither her husband nor Kevin 
and his friend this afternoon had been able to bring forth but now this 
lecherous older man had unleashed a lewd passion that she had never dreamed 
she possessed. 

"Oh yes, fuck me, fucccckk, screwwww meee," she groaned depravedly, digging 
her talon-like fingers into the taut flesh of his smoothly fucking buttocks. 

Lyons gloated lasciviously above, knowing that he had ignited her fire ... 
and that he was the only one who could put it out. 

He pivoted up on his knees and elbows above her crazily thrashing body, 
permitting her intensely nibbling wet cunt to suck up and down the pulsating 
length of his immobile cock at will. 

Yessss. Her voice was strained with erotic tension. "Oh . . .Jimmy, fuck me 
like that ... Oh, Jesus, yes, do it!" 

The gray-haired man slipped his hands under her frantically churning 
ass-cheeks, grasping them painfully, one in each hand. The little bitch had 
got down to it quicker than he had expected, and he could only guess that 
Kevin had shown her a thing or two last night and this afternoon! But Lyons 
smiled openly at each low moan of passionate servile acceptance: He knew 
that the younger man couldn't have brought her to this level of lewdly 
wanton excitement that his begging victim had risen to now! 

The shamelessly aroused young girl flexed and relaxed her taut naked 
buttocks beneath his fingers and jerked her ruthlessly impaled little pussy 
up harder on his lust-engorged penis. 

As he squeezed and fondled her smooth cream-white ass-cheeks, letting the 
resilient flesh ooze like bread dough around his prodding hands, he slowly 
and methodically slid one hand toward the tight little aperture of her anus, 
resting his outstretched middle finger in the damp crevice just above the 
spasmodically puckered opening. He felt her gyrating buttocks tense up 
beneath his hands when his fingertip nudged at her forbidden anal ring and 
then felt her unexpectedly push back with her lasciviously churning 
ass-cheeks, impaling herself on his finger. 

With a sudden thrusting stab, he pushed his middle finger up into her tight 
rectal opening, feeling the soft rubbery flesh yielding before his attack. 
"AAAAaaarrghhh," she moaned up at him, thrashing her convulsively pumping 
ass-cheeks around in his cupping hands until, with a groan, she stiffened 
... waiting. 

"Fuck, goddammit-to-hell!" Lyons pushed again, grunting in satisfaction as 
she came down hard with her swiveling ass-cheeks, assisting in the 
outrageous attack against her defenselessly impaled rectum. The thin man had 
lodged his finger all the way up to the second knuckle within Elizabeth's 
tight rubbery little nether hole! 

Scarcely able to believe the lengths he was going to with this so-called 
"prudish" beauty, Lyons wormed his finger around in the warm buttery flesh, 
curling his fingertip so that he could feel the ridge of his own smoothly 
pistoning penis through the thin membrane that separated the two defiled 
passages. The young widow rotated her full firm buttocks masochistically 
back onto his finger while gasps of pain-pleasure bubbled from her 
lust-contorted lips as she jerked her hotly palpitating cunt up and down on 
his thick pummeling cock. The obscene coinciding rhythms of the dual 
invasion pinioned her tightly so that each thrust and withdrawal sent her 
naked torso into new spasms of heated lust-incited fury. 

"Ooooooh God, so good, soo gooood," she groaned, as though in anguish, as 
her captor thrust another finger up into her seared back passage. Her fiery 
vaginal channel was hot and moistening rapidly in her depraved pleasure, 
while the rubbery depths of her rectum gripped lovingly at his two fingers 
that fucked in and out in lewd synchronized accompaniment. 

Lyons pulled back his head so that he could watch the beautiful blonde 
woman's face. It was something he couldn't miss, the sudden and humiliating 
surrender of her whole lustful being to his command. And now she was 
writhing and twisting like a painted whore beneath him, unable to control at 
all her wild desire to be fucked by his hotly plunging cock and sodomized by 
his fingers ... yes; it was lewd, it was depraved, he thought, and he 
couldn't help feeling an exhilarating sense of power sweep over him. Her 
face was contorted almost beyond recognition, certainly with more passion 
than she'd ever shown to Kevin! 

"Oooooh, oh, deeper, deeper, harder, fuck me, fuck me," she begged, gasping 
as though she were close to death. 

Wet smacking sounds reverberated through the station wagon, echoing back 
into Liz's consciousness as though she were confronting the horrified vision 
of her second self. In a hazy part of her mind, she was aware of the 
complete depravity of what she was doing, but the knowledge aroused depths 
of lust and debauchery in her that she had never imagined herself capable 
of. 

Her sensual young body was slick with perspiration and even the area above 
her nakedly straining breasts was wet. The smooth plane of her rippling 
belly and the sloping area above her greedily clenching pussy-mound were hot 
with the liquid passion that seemed to spill out in an unending flow from 
her dilating cunt. With each slap of his sperm-filled balls on the wet 
crevice between her salaciously rotating ass-cheeks, Elizabeth could feel 
more of her excited secretions pulsing out. In her mind she could visualize 
every lewd detail of his obscene pummeling of her naked body his two 
outstretched fingers fucking far up into her tightly stretched rectum merged 
with the smooth pistoning on his long hard cock until the two skewering 
shafts became one impaling sword upon which she writhed like a squealing 
stuck pig! 

"Oh, do it, do it! Fuck, fuck, fuck," she chanted dementedly into his 
graying hair. She was nearing orgasm and swung her gripping thighs up around 
his back, waving her hollowing buttocks in uncontrolled abandon from side to 
side as she spiraled her suddenly convulsing cunt up and down on his ramming 
cock. 

She gasped, then stiffened, her eyes growing wide in their sensual 
confrontation. Then she moaned like an untamed beast. 

"I'm cuummmiinnng! I'm cummmiiiiinnnggg!" she burst out as she locked her 
ankles in a death grip high up behind the stranger's laboring back. Her 
nakedly thrashing body shook and arched high, and she wrapped her arms 
around his neck, pulling his face close to her own. She felt the muscles of 
her wetly exploding cunt expand and contract in fury, the pulsating lips of 
her at-last-requited pussy grasping around his hard-driving cock. Her hot 
orgasmic fluid spewed down the wide-split crevice of her climactically 
squirming buttocks and flowed over his sperm-bloated balls as they slapped 
hard against his fingers thrust into her wildly quivering anus. 

The complete abandonment of the girl's orgasm started a hot aching pressure 
in Jimmy's loins, and suddenly he felt a familiar tingling in his violently 
expanding balls. He gripped the thrashing young widow's convulsively 
straining buttocks and squeezed them with a cruel strength, drawing her up 
in mid-air and feeling her cringe as great gasps of passion began spewing 
from his own throat. 

"Oh ... Christ, OH!" he snorted, his lips contorting and his face flushing 
over as his climax ripped through him. His strokes increased to their peak 
of fury, his pelvis smacking like a flat board against her fluttering pink 
pussy-lips as the rush of his geysering cum shot out from the spurting head 
of his finally draining cock, exploding deep up into the liquid depths of 
her vanquished cunt. 

The two satiated strangers lay momentarily entwined in the back of the 
station wagon, and then Elizabeth pulled away as full consciousness returned 
to her. Swaying in the weariness of total orgasmic release, she reached 
across the lowered back seat and began gathering up her clothes. 

"Not bad, not bad at all," Lyons propped himself up on one elbow to beam 
triumphantly at the Calloway woman. 

She refused to look at the lewdly grinning businessman as she pulled her 
mini-skirt up her full firm thighs. Instinctively, she sensed she had given 
Jimmy Lyons more than he'd expected to receive from her, but, after last 
night with Kevin, and a continuation of that lovemaking this afternoon, 
which had failed to bring her to climax, her unbridled sexual performance 
didn't seem very odd to her at all. 

Lyons drove her home in silence. It was funny how he'd now taken on an 
almost meek appearance, Elizabeth thought. She still felt a special kind of 
warmth in her ravished little belly, and, in spite of herself, she 
experienced a gentle feeling of affection for the older gray-haired man who 
had made love to her so well! 

They continued down the highway, and, in a few minutes, Lyons was pulling up 
the Colonial Groves driveway. 

"You were real nice, Liz," he said with an almost fatherly twinkle in his 
eye as he came around to her side of the station wagon and helped her out of 
the car. 

The curvaceous young blonde smiled weakly at him and darted up the 
tree-lined walk to her apartment. Suddenly, she realized she'd left her 
panties and brassiere in the car, and she turned just as she was about to 
unlock the front door, but the long white station wagon had already 
disappeared out the driveway. 

The young widow hurried into the apartment and, within a few moments, was 
standing in the shower, letting the warm water gush soothingly over her 
shamefully sated body. 

 CHAPTER NINE 

The rain beat hard against the windshield that next Thursday evening as 
Elizabeth skidded down Highway 59 toward the Deightons' vacation farmhouse. 
The little Volkswagen was muggy and packed so tight she could hardly 
breathe. Karen Soames smoked a cigarette beside her in the front seat and 
Karen's German shepherd Blacky took up all the space in the small back seat. 
As best he could, he twisted around and around, trying to find a more 
comfortable position. Finally, he settled directly behind her, and Liz could 
feel the huge animal looming over, his hot breath grazing the back of her 
neck. 

Jesus, this is miserable, she thought. 

"When are we going to get there?" Karen asked, mirroring Liz's own thoughts 
exactly. 

"Just a mile down this dirt road," Liz said as she skidded from the highway 
around the turn to the narrow road that led down past the Deighton's 
farmhouse. 

"I know you're upset," Karen's voice came out in a high register, "but, Liz, 
really, you ought to drive more carefully." 

"Sorry," Liz muttered. 

When Karen opened the window to throw out her cigarette, letting in a gust 
of cold wet air, Liz breathed a sigh of relief. The air perked Liz up 
somewhat ... as much as anything could, considering the situation she'd got 
herself into! She'd already had four martinis back at her apartment, just so 
as to be able to confront it. 

Two days ago, Liz had received a strange letter in the mail a note demanding 
that she appear at the Deightons to retrieve the white monogrammed panties 
and nylon brassiere she had lost in Jimmy Lyons' automobile. The short 
letter was signed by three men: Jimmy Lyons, Kevin Burroughs and their boss, 
Lee Deighton. In a state of terror, Liz had told Karen the whole awful 
story, and her friend had immediately agreed to accompany her. 

Blackmail! that's what it was, the slightly tipsy young blonde dropped the 
car into second gear and rumbled to a stop in front of the barely 
illuminated farmhouse. Holding the car door back with her foot, she opened 
an umbrella while Karen struggled with Blacky on the other side. Apparently, 
the three paper company accountants had pooled their lewd information about 
the young widow and hit on the idea of using the discarded panties and 
brassiere to blackmail her into something! 

Dashing around the hood of the car, Liz stood shivering in her short skirt 
and sweater and held up the umbrella while Karen stepped out on the other 
side. With the huge German shepherd trailing behind, the two young girls 
pushed through the whip-like wind and biting rain up toward the front porch 
of the house. Liz hesitated a moment, then rang the bell. 

"Well, well, thought you'd never get here." The door was opened by Jimmy 
Lyons. 

Apart from the screaming voice of a radio DJ, the small farmhouse seemed to 
be quiet. 

Lyons stepped aside and waved them in. There was not the slightest trace of 
hesitation in the way he spoke and moved. "I see you've brought along a 
lovely friend." He immediately wrapped his arm around Karen Soames' back, 
pulling her tight against his thin body, his fingers coming to rest 
intimately at the side of her lushly up-thrust breast. "And a German 
shepherd ... Holy Christ. You know, I've heard some strange stories about 
women and dogs." He winked lewdly. 

Elizabeth ignored him. 

"I'm Karen Soames," the curvaceous brunette introduced herself, looking 
steadily at Lyons. "And this is my dog, Blacky." 

"Karen, huh?" He gave her another tight squeeze. "You know, there's a 
Clayton Soames in management at the paper company. Happen to know of him?" 

"That's my husband," Karen said sourly. "We don't go out much. He doesn't 
like to." 

"Well, Karen, I'm glad to meet any friend of Liz's. I'm Jimmy Lyons." 

Finally Lyons, with his arm still wrapped around Karen, proceeded into the 
living room. Elizabeth followed close behind, as though her brunette girl 
friend's nearness would somehow protect her from any physical threat. The 
end tables beside the couch, cluttered with half-emptied whiskey glasses, a 
few scattered beer cans and brimful ashtrays, were mute witnesses to a stag 
party that obviously had been going on for a long time. Kevin and Deighton 
were sitting at opposite ends of the long sofa, smoking cigarettes and 
drinking beer, their eyes shining excitedly as they watched Liz approach. 
The young blonde glanced frantically around the room. She'd heard Deighton 
was married, but there was no evidence of another woman in sight. 

On trembling legs, the mini-skirted young widow headed for the nearest chair 
and sat down in it. 

"I've been trying unsuccessfully to get in touch with you and Kevin and Mr. 
Lyons all week," Liz said sharply, without once looking at Kevin Burroughs. 

"That's understandable," Deighton's glance flickered approvingly up and down 
her long shapely legs. "We all took a vacation up to the White Mountains for 
two days. Just got back. My wife and Jimmy are still up there." 

Liz gulped at this last piece of information, realizing she'd misjudged 
things terribly by assuming the man's wife would be around. Yes ... that 
would have made her feel more assured ... safer. Now, except for Karen's 
presence, she was alone with the three men. "In any case," she went on, with 
only a small trace of fear in her voice, "I'm not here for anything but my 
panties and brassiere!" 

Her face crimsoned never in her life had she imagined herself in such a 
position. She was begging for her undergarments, and, in so doing, was 
making a fool of herself. Now, lightning was flickering outside the 
curtained windows as rain fell in long relentless streaks across the lawn. 
Lee's expression seemed frozen into a permanent lewd smile. For God's sakes, 
that smile! Elizabeth thought there was something uncanny ... devilish about 
it! 

Deighton. laughed. "What are you afraid of, Liz? You don't look too good ... 
maybe you oughta have a drink." 

"My panties ... the brassiere," she said. 

"I wager you're afraid just what we might have done with them if you hadn't 
shown up," his voice rose above the storm. 

Liz flinched. Of course she was afraid ... she was dealing with a group of 
raving maniacs! 

Finally she looked at Kevin Burroughs. He stared unemotionally back at her, 
not the slightest trace of human warmth or sympathy on his face. He'd 
probably heard the worst from Jimmy Lyons, she thought as she blushed all 
over again. 

When Deighton didn't speak and it didn't seem like he was every going to, 
she finally asked weakly, "What are you going to do with my ... m-my 
things?" 

"Let's put it this way," the lanky, dark-haired man's eyes raced avidly over 
her ripe young body. "Maybe we can come to some kind of agreement. You let 
us in on some of the goodies you been passing around during the past week 
and our lips are sealed. But, if you don't play ball with us, your life is 
an open book to all of Pepperston." 

"You ... each of you forced yourself on me. Why, you'd ruin your own 
reputations in the process! Your jobs, your wives..." she tried to do a 
little threatening herself. 

"And who are they going to believe? The three of us, or you? As far as we're 
concerned, you seduced us," he gloated obscenely at her. "Besides, it's 
different for a woman." 

The vulnerable blonde widow felt the blood draining from her head. He was 
right! It was her word against the three of them. She was hopelessly 
outnumbered. In staid, provincial Pepperston, such goings-on as she'd been 
through lately might be overlooked in a man, but never in a woman. 

A strong wind-gust tossed the tops of shrubbery on the front lawn from side 
to side as she looked from the window to Lee and then to Kevin. They were 
both openly undressing her with their drunken burning eyes. 

"You can do what you want with my panties and brassiere," the humiliated 
young widow jerked up from the chair. "Tell everybody anything you like. It 
doesn't mean a damn thing to me! I'm leaving now with my friend Karen ... 
Karen?" Her eyes . raced frantically around the room, but there was no trace 
of either Karen Soames or Jimmy Lyons. 

She moved out into the front hall. "Karen? Blacky?" 

The gathering force of the storm answered like a stranger knocking hollowly 
on the front door, then the huge German shepherd appeared at at the landing 
of the staircase leading up to the second floor. 

"Blacky, where's Karen? Come on, pooch," the fear had made her dizzy. 
"Where's Karen gone to? Karen!" she repeated pleadingly, helpless tears 
beginning to well in her eyes. 

Blacky looked at her with sorrowful brown eyes and turned his thick furry 
neck in the direction of the second floor. Then his long sinewy body shifted 
and he disappeared back up the stairs. Expecting the worst, Liz followed the 
unhappy-looking pet, knowing there was nothing else she could do. 

The stairway was obscurely lit, due to the unnatural darkness of the early 
evening storm, and she had trouble seeing her way up to the landing. The 
young woman's mind raced over the confrontation with Deighton, her fleeting 
thoughts finally leading her to speculate on Karen's sudden disappearance. 
She must be with Jimmy, Liz thought, as she looked down the second floor 
hallway. She heard no struggling sounds, but then, why should she? Yet she 
could hardly leave her friend alone with the middle-aged executive without 
at least making an attempt to find out if there was anything wrong. 

Damn Karen! Damn all these selfish people whose lives seemed so petty ... so 
sordid! she thought to herself, as she steeled up the courage to fetch her 
girl friend. Behind her, she heard Lee Deighton and Kevin Burroughs coming 
up the stairs, their lewd low chuckles sending tremors of increasing fear 
and trepidation soaring through her entire fearful body. 

Liz stepped past the empty bedroom where she'd been with Kevin only last 
Monday to the larger master bedroom. Then she was peering through the 
wide-open doorway at a wild scene that confirmed her worst expectations. 

The gauzy curtains billowed out from a draft coming from the top of the 
windows, making the obscene sight of the two nakedly entwined bodies even 
more ghostly and unreal. But what she saw was no hallucination Lyons had 
raised himself up over her alluring girl friend to kneel in front of the 
brunette's face with his knees straddling her nakedly quivering body on 
either side. His swollen rigid penis stood out in the air like a massively 
throbbing flesh-pole, his hand around it and rubbing the glistening 
cock-head softly against Karen's wetly parting lips. Liz saw the girl's head 
come eagerly forward as the man thrust his hips at her face, sliding the 
bulbous rubbery head deep within the confines of her anxiously receiving 
mouth. He tangled his fingers cruelly in Karen's long black hair as she 
began a gentle sucking motion on his obscenely embedded member. 

Elizabeth could see the tiny ridges of soft pink flesh pulling from the 
young housewife's lips as he drew back and then shoved forward once again, 
sliding his rock-hard weapon far up into her greedily sucking mouth. She 
watched transfixed as he began a rhythmic sawing back and forth, never 
withdrawing his growing penis all the way, but leaving its huge bulbous tip 
just inside the warm moistness of her hotly clasping mouth. Then the 
abandoned brunette housewife was reaching up to cradle the softness of his 
lewdly dangling testicles in her palms, stroking them gently as she sucked 
voraciously at his hard ramming cock. In the soft bedroom lamplight, it 
looked to Elizabeth like a shining piston of white shimmery flesh, moving 
methodically in and out between her friend's nibbling lips to the tune of 
little mewls and groans of shameless pleasure erupting from Karen's mouth 
around the man's frenziedly thrusting penis. 

Abruptly, an electric-like jolt shot through Elizabeth, and she nearly cried 
out in shock as she felt a pair of large masculine hands slipping around her 
from behind and curling over her firmly jutting breasts. 

Her head jerked back in astonishment it was Deighton! 

"Let's move her over to the other side of the bed ... there's plenty of 
room." His hot breath grazed past her ear as he spoke to Kevin Burroughs. 

"Noooooo. Leave me..." Liz's protests were choked back as the two men forced 
her across the bedroom. 

"Let go," she managed to cry out as she was tossed heedlessly down onto the 
mattress on her back. 

"Don't fret," Deighton's voice was low and threatening. "It'll only make it 
harder for all of us." 

She kicked out her slender legs, bumping her calves against Karen's legs 
beside her, but the aroused brunette was in her own dream world now, and 
nothing could bother her. Immediately, Deighton reached behind to the back 
of her waist and opened the short mini-skirt bunched beneath her on the 
mattress. A thunder clap outside rolled across the darkening distances of 
evening, but the roar of the electrical storm didn't blot out the sounds of 
Kevin and Lee's heavy breathing. 

Deighton gripped his fingers under the tight elastic waistband of 
Elizabeth's small white panties. Again she tried to protest, but, this time, 
no words came, as, with one fell swoop, he pulled both skirt and panties 
down over her firm full thighs to reveal the naked softness of her golden, 
curl-fringed vagina. 

"Pull her sweater on up over her head," he muttered. 

From above, Kevin grunted as he jerked at her tight sweater, and she 
shivered as his fingers worked clumsily at the clasp of her lacy white 
brassiere. "No ... don't," she protested, but, suddenly, without warning, it 
snapped apart, and her cream-white young breasts, full and resilient, leaped 
free into the sex-charged air of the bedroom. Her nipples sprang into 
defensive hardness, their tiny bud-like tips throbbing erectly from their 
abrupt exposure. Her awareness that Kevin and Lee were gaping excitedly down 
at her nakedly vulnerable young body sent another involuntary shudder of 
fear through Elizabeth's panic-stricken brain. 

Leaving her barely for a minute, both men undressed completely, dropping 
their clothing in disordered heaps on the bare oak floor. 

Their blonde-haired victim stared dismally up at Kevin Burroughs. Her former 
boy friend's face was twisted lewdly in his perverse eagerness to join in 
this obscene pillaging of her helplessly exposed body. "Kevin, why ... why?" 
she sobbed up at him. 

He looked down at Elizabeth, but didn't seem to see her, his pale blue eyes 
registering only an animal lust that was made all the more obscene by the 
eerie lamp glow shining in his face. She heard Karen moan beside her, but 
didn't remove her eyes from Kevin to see what her girl friend was doing. 
Now, more than anything else, she wanted to get even with the blonde-haired 
young bachelor, and, at this point, there was only one way to do it! 

"Okay," the naked young blonde lifted up on one elbow and cooed softly. She 
looked beside her, glimpsing the brunette's mouth ovaling lewdly around 
Jimmy's rock-hard penis before she glanced back at Kevin. "I'm willing to go 
along with you boys ... as long as I get to suck Lee's cock like Karen is 
doing to Jimmy!" 

Deighton, just stepping out of his pants, looked up with a start, his face 
breaking out in a lecherous Cheshire-grin. "Glad to oblige, honey." At once 
he fell greedily over her naked outstretched form to the inside of the huge 
king-size bed, leaving room for the younger man on the outside. 

"You can fuck her while she sucks me off," he said to Burroughs, "Goddamn! 
How does that grab you?" 

"Well, okay," Kevin agreed, not quite sure of himself. 

He looked uneasily at Liz and wondered for a moment if he hadn't misjudged 
her. The beautiful young blonde had only done that once before with him and 
then it had been more an act of tenderness and love. Yet, he couldn't say he 
blamed her. This was the final rupture of their relationship, her way of 
saying, I'm ready for all comers, and you might as well go fuck yourself! He 
might have left if he wasn't so frigging excited ... There were four naked 
bodies on the bed, and Liz was placed directly between Burroughs' and 
Deighton's bodies as the younger blonde man sank down on the outside of the 
mattress. 

"Come on now," she said to all of them. "I've made my decision ... and I 
have a feeling I'm going to enjoy this." 

She whimpered in unconcealed delight as four lust-inspired hands began to 
course uninhibitedly over her rapidly responding flesh. Two men at one time 
there was no denying this was the ultimate in pleasure any woman could 
experience. Besides, there was no way to stop them even if she wanted to! 

Still the voluptuous blonde girl lay quietly between them, her arms loose at 
her sides, trembling from the wicked sensations running through her nakedly 
unprotected body. Kevin's thick, blood-engorged cock rubbed warmly against 
the outside of her thigh, trailing lewd drops of premature cum in his 
excitement and increasing a thousandfold her sudden feeling of deliciously 
heightening wantonness. 

Then Lee Deighton's mouth clamped down hard on her lips, his tongue 
splurging wetly into her mouth, and Elizabeth began swaying with the hard 
pressure of the older man and the young bachelor rocking forcefully against 
her. "Mmmmmmm," she crooned, hearing Karen's voice from farther up the bed 
echoing deliriously with her own as her girl friend tenderly sucked Jimmy 
Lyons' penis. 

"Yessssss," Liz cried out, "I am going to enjoy this." 

Look at that, why don't you, Kevin," Deighton grunted across to his younger 
employee. "She came across like a champ! I'll go on and put my prick in her 
mouth. Then when I get started, you can begin screwing her!" 

The young widow's attention got caught up by Deighton's changing position 
beside her. She wet her lips as her ex-boy friend's boss sank down on the 
edge of the large fluffy pillow and rolled over on one hip so that his loins 
hovered menacingly over her upturned face. He reached toward her immediately 
and clamped his two hands firmly on the sides of her head, his fingers 
twisting in her long blonde hair at the same time. She sensed his 
overwhelming lust and it made her rock her sensuously undulating hips that 
much harder on the big mattress. 

He pulled her face downward until her lips brushed over the blunt bulbous 
head of his rigidly dilated cock standing out in full blood-hardened 
erection between his legs. It felt smooth and hot and was already slippery 
from the excited secretions of his lewdly agitated loins. His hands pressed 
against her cheeks, pulling her lips apart to allow his thickly burgeoning 
cock to sink inward. 

"Mmmmmm," she mewled, as she immediately began working her lips in a tightly 
gripping circle just under his lust-swollen cock. She shuddered deep down 
inside, as his rampantly excited member plunged steadily up toward her 
throat, tasting deliciously tangy and pungent, just like Kevin's had when 
she'd sucked him before. 

To the younger man's lust-glazed eyes, his boss's thickly pummeling cock 
seemed to disappear into a strange lengthened fusion of his ex-girl friend's 
face, as the older male drove his hollowing buttocks forward like an 
excitement-demented pile-driver. The impaling penis sank far into the back 
of her wetly sucking mouth until the coarse dark hair of Deighton's loins 
brushed the tip of her nose while his balls danced beneath, slapping lewdly 
against the naked young blonde's chin in unison with his hard upward 
thrusts. 

Jesus, it made him mad ... but, at the same time, he was so goddamn excited! 

At once, the younger executive drew up eagerly over the widow's helpless 
body, positioning himself between her obscenely parting legs and shoving 
them even farther apart in the process. In the next second, he had his 
pulsatingly impatient penis in his hand, and, skinning back the foreskin, he 
guided it directly into the clasping opening of her moistly welcoming cunt. 

"Oooooooooooh, so-o gooooooooood!" Elizabeth moaned around Deighton's cock 
in her mouth. 

"Uuuuuuuuuuh," she gave a surprised gurgle of masochistic delight as the 
aroused bachelor rammed forward with one mighty thrust that buried his 
blood-swollen hardness deep up inside her belly. She could feel the hotness 
of its relentlessly impaling length slithering up inside her tight vaginal 
walls to fill her loins completely with a sense of total pruriently arousing 
lewdness. 

Immediately the two big men began fucking into her, thrusting up into her 
mouth and cunt with long hard lunges that sent obscene chills racing over 
her nakedly pinioned flesh. An unexpected piercing stab of Kevin's 
mushroom-headed hardness expanded the tight, elastic-like mouth of her 
moistly ready pussy with a furious thrust that whipped her breath away, 
while at the same time Deighton lunged his hips upward, grasping her cheeks 
and forcing her face farther down onto his heavily impaling cock with 
sadistic delight. 

Oh God, this was so obscene, so wicked! Never in the world had she imagined 
herself satisfying two men at the same time! She heard her girl friend 
mewling wantonly on the other side of the bed and Liz felt like she was 
going out of her mind! She might have cried out from the forceful 
pain-pleasure, but the already excited girl was too intensely aroused by a 
sudden hot licking at her pumping uplifted buttocks. 

Turning her head, she saw Karen's German shepherd Blacky! 

"What was that?" Kevin choked, feeling a strange wet grazing over what was 
exposed of his sensitively aching cock. 

"Jesus Christ!" Deighton's eyes widened as he peered down alongside the bed. 
He could hardly hold back the roaring sensations of lust that suddenly 
sky-rocketed through his frenetically heated loins. 

He visualized it all in his mind in about two split seconds! "Holy Jesus! 
It's that German shepherd ... apparently, he wants in on the action. Roll 
her and yourself over, Kevin, so that he can get at her ass! Go on, do it!" 
he commanded excitedly. Suddenly he reached down himself, spilling both Liz 
and Kevin over into reverse position with the force of his manipulating 
hands as he urged, "Come on, Blacky, old boy. Crawl up beside her ass. We'll 
all triple-fuck her together!" 

At first Liz's brow merely wrinkled in wonder, then when she felt Blacky's 
strong forepaws on her hips and the soft fur of his belly against her 
nakedly proffered ass-cheeks, she knew that he was mounting her! She could 
only imagine what happened next with the beautiful animal ... his massive 
scarlet cock slipping from its furry sheath, dangling and dancing somewhere 
close to her already skewered vagina! But she was filled there ... there 
wasn't any place ... except. . . ! 

"No, NO! What are you guys going to let him do to me?" she sputtered around 
Lee's cock, once again tightly embedded in her mouth. At the same time, 
Kevin caught at the swaying fullness of her swollen breasts and drew her 
frantically struggling body more forcefully against him. 

Then Lee Deighton was exclaiming in a lurid voice from above. "Keep your ass 
in front of the dog, girl! We're going to have a real party. If you don't 
mind sucking and fucking two guys at the same time, a little ass-fuck 
shouldn't bother you, baby!" 

It was seconds before his shocking words registered, and Elizabeth made a 
furiously resentful struggle to pull away from the two men, but got no 
place. Their powerfully clenching arms were too much. She just managed to 
remove her mouth from Deighton's eagerly lust-swollen penis. 

"Kevin ... Kevin, my God! No, please ... he has a huge penis. It'll tear me 
apart back there...! " 

Deighton gripped her cheeks, forced her sputtering mouth back down on his 
orgiastically tingling rod of flesh. 

"Baby, how do you know he has a huge penis?" Deighton gave a malicious 
chuckle. "Anyway, this may be the highlight of your sex life. But I assure 
you, he won't tear that tight little ass-hole anymore than Kevin's cock is 
splitting your tight little cunt! It's all in your mind! Besides, looking at 
this animal-guy, I don't believe anyone could change his mind. So, why don't 
you just get with it ... and think what a wild cum you're going to have with 
all three of us fucking you at the same time." 

"Let's move up so we can watch," Jimmy Lyons' voice came from the other side 
of the bed. 

Liz heard a rustling and then there was a sag of the bed as her girl friend 
and the gray-haired executive rearranged themselves for a better view of her 
obscene degradation. Lyons sat up against the headboard while Karen kneeled 
over him. 

"Go on, do it, Liz!" her girl friend encouraged, just before her mouth 
splurged voraciously back down over Lyons' rigidly up-thrusting penis. 

Kevin Burroughs had raised himself up on an elbow and gaped breathlessly 
over Liz's trembling shoulder at the dog's red glistening penis emerging 
from its long sheath. It was wet and thick, the long tapered end dangling 
and swaying as it slipped from its protective sleeve in an expanding length 
of lust-moistened hardness. 

God, it was as large as a human male's! His brain tried to take it all in, 
but couldn't believe things had got this wild. 

"Oh, Kevin ... Lee . . .Blacky!" Elizabeth sputtered out at last, the very 
degradation of her position sending responsive chords of titillating 
pleasure soaring through her slavishly crouching body. She felt the animal's 
searing hardness trailing through the narrow crevice of her fearfully 
cringing buttocks as her boy friend's boss, Lee, thrust chokingly into her 
mouth from ahead of her. "Please ... don't hurt me ... don't ... don't," she 
struggled to make her protests intelligible despite the heedlessly stroking 
penis buried deep up in her mouth. 

"Who's hurting you, Doll?" Lee whispered lustfully, increasing the speed of 
his hardness thrusting up into her subserviently sucking mouth, almost 
choking her with its sensual pleasure. "Just hold tight ... right there ... 
he'll find it ... or my name ain't...." 

And Blacky did! 

The dog's slender swollen cock pulsed between Elizabeth's tightly clenched 
ass-cheeks, seeming to the helpless girl to get even bigger as it pressed 
its way toward the warmly throbbing entrance of her vulnerable anus. 
Elizabeth squirmed her up-thrust buttocks wildly in an effort to escape, but 
it was useless. Instinctively, as the tiny pink hole nibbled at his 
blood-engorged penis, the dog did nothing less than what nature demanded of 
him. The powerful German shepherd began to force his long heated thickness 
up into the blonde girl's tantalizingly exposed anal mouth. Slowly, despite 
the frantic bobbing of her pinned buttocks, he forced himself relentlessly 
up inside, flexing the strong muscles of his flanks to do it well, to bury 
it deep up in her fearfully tightening rectum. His sperm-bloated balls 
brushed, then slapped hard up into the wide-split crevice between her 
wavering buttocks as he immediately established a rapid-fire pace. 

"Aaaaaaaaaagh ... Noooooooooooo!" Elizabeth gasped out at the cruel 
penetration of his massively hardened penis into her taut untried anal 
aperture. 

The triply violated widow tried to understand why this was happening to her, 
but there was no time for even a moment's reflection as Blacky's searing 
canine cock fucked deep up into the far recesses of her shamelessly 
accepting rectum while she gasped and cringed beneath him, waves of shame 
and humiliation flooding over her entire helplessly skewered body. 

Lurching convulsively, she tried to shake the piercing lance of hardened 
dog-cock from her obscenely expanded nether hole, but Kevin's hands gripping 
at her waist, along with the dog's own clutching forepaws, made that 
impossible! 

Again, Blacky's penis wormed in deeper, until at last it dawned on Elizabeth 
that there was nothing to do but endure it ... all of them, the two men and 
the dog, fucking into her every fuckable orifice at the same time! 

Again the huge animal thrust deeper into her submissively upturned rectum, 
and the frenetic young woman could do no more than squirm helplessly beneath 
her uninvited animal lover. She groaned as the wet, hotly stiffened penis 
slithered in and out of her clasping anus with moistly lengthening strokes, 
fucking its way to the very hilt in her wide-stretched rectum. And then the 
pain began to lessen to a hurtful blend of weird masochistic stimulation as 
she felt the cone-shaped hardness pistoning into her greedily receiving 
rectal depths, pushing her legs toward the bed as his hairy body pressed 
against her naked back. It was uncanny ... strange ... perhaps it was 
Kevin's cock now thrusting simultaneously up into the welcoming cavern of 
her hotly raging belly that made it all bearable, but yes! ... it was good! 
... ecstatically good! 

Furiously, Blacky's hairy animal belly and loins began to batter and thud 
downward against her wide-parted ass-cheeks, his huge, pleasure-bringing 
cock sinking its full hardened length into the warm inferno of her obscenely 
clasping rectum. The young blonde widow rotated her hungrily working hips 
and buttocks up at him, grinding her rubbery anus around his fierce 
unrelenting penile pole while a new blissful sensation surged through her 
titillated young belly. 

Kevin Burroughs watched as his girl friend responded lustfully to this 
incredibly obscene triple impalement, her quivering buttocks moving back on 
the animal's plunging cock in frantic encouraging undulation. The young 
executive's shock was increased by the lust-inciting knowledge that the 
formerly prim widow was excitedly accepting what was being done to her. 

Other eyes watched with equal fascination. Burroughs was vaguely aware of 
Deighton, kneeling at the top of the bed with his penis embedded in Liz's 
mouth, gazing down with depraved delight as the animal's cum-filled balls 
smacked down solidly against the young blonde's blissfully rotating 
buttocks. And there were Jimmy Lyons and Karen Soames, having completed 
their own lewd oral coupling, now gaping over from the head of the bed. 
Their gasps and grunts of unconcealed erotic excitement completed the 
circle, making them all eager witnesses to the primitive carnal spectacle. 

"Fuck her ... fuck her, Blacky!" Deighton gasped, pulling her face down hard 
so he could bury his aching bloated hardness even deeper into her hotly 
sucking mouth. 

"Jesus, Jesus," from a wild-eyed Lyons. 

"Do it, Liz, do it!" Karen groaned in vicarious arousal. 

While Blacky fucked up into her never-before-penetrated rectum, Elizabeth 
entwined her legs tightly against Kevin's hips as her arms passionately 
clasped around his neck. She pressed her full heaving breasts against his 
chest while he fucked into her receptively clutching vagina from beneath, at 
the same time rotating her eagerly clasping cuntal hole around his aching, 
throbbing penis. Her dilating vaginal walls clung greedily to his pounding 
maleness, urging him incessantly toward that point of wild orgasmic release. 

Her own glazed blue eyes grew large, unseeing as the lust-blinded young 
widow drew her lips tight around Deighton's hard thick cock thrusting up 
into her hot oral shelter, brushing against her dutifully laving tongue as 
it went almost to her very throat. She sucked even harder on his surging 
member, blissfully aware that she was being fucked in the mouth by his cock 
as well as skewered to the depths of her wantonly grinding belly by Kevin's 
pulsating penis in her hot wet vagina and Blacky's long canine rod in her 
tight ovaled rectum! She was filled to overflowing in every clasping opening 
by presences that throbbed and pushed her to the precipice of fiery 
impending orgasm. 

She started to wail out, but her cry was strangled back by the huge 
burgeoning penis in her mouth. Then the first spasms struck her and she 
shuddered, thrusting her wildly convulsing young loins back hard onto 
Blacky's consummating dog-cock in a lust-racked, desperate lunge. The German 
shepherd responded with a harsh forward stab, his slippery expanding cock 
jerking fitfully inside her. The climaxing blonde felt his back tense and 
writhe for a moment, then he rutted deep, his flat hairy belly wriggling 
against her nakedly sacrificed ass-cheeks. 

And then it came! 

The scalding animal cum geysered deep up into her soft constricting belly 
with long liquid spurts, flooding her obscenely initiated rectum and 
caressing its clinging depths almost to the bursting point. 

"Uh hh hhhhhhhh! UUUUUUUUUUUUH!" the deep groans from her chest harmonized 
with the dog's guttural yips that accompanied his cock's soaring, erupting 
release. 

She rocked her full circling hips from side to side in erotic bliss, 
suddenly feeling the lewd combination of their human-animal cum trickling 
warmly out from her tight-clasping anus, dribbling down the inside of her 
open thighs as her heatedly defiled rectum milked her animal-lover's 
deflating cock of its last sperm-droplets. 

Kevin felt the slippery wetness, too, and he gasped, swearing obscenely as 
she plunged her orgiastically flaming cunt down onto his jerking hardness, 
her labored breaths heaving fitfully through her chest. She held his cock 
completely absorbed inside her clutching cunt-channel, undulating her naked 
hips in furious little circles while his rapidly pumping member began 
spitting out its own thick jets of fiery semen far up into the hidden 
recesses of her greedy absorbing vagina! 

And still it wasn't over! 

From above, Elizabeth sensed the older boss' oncoming climax and began to 
suck with increased fervor on his mouth-filling thickness as it abruptly 
swelled and pulsated in the wet fervent cavern of her throat. She clutched 
at his ass-cheeks, forcing his spewing cock deep into her throat, feeling it 
spurting in unending streams of thick creamy liquid, flooding her mouth so 
that she was unable to swallow its fertile heat all away. Her cheeks bloated 
and contracted automatically as she continued to swallow in thick gulps to 
keep from choking on the incessant gushes jetting from his convulsively 
thrusting loins. 

And then ... the two businessmen, their orgasmic cum lewdly stowed in her 
nakedly voluptuous young body ... were drawing away. Karen Soames and Jimmy 
Lyons laughed lewdly in the background while at the same time, the triply 
used blonde could hear the soft patter of Blacky's footsteps as he withdrew 
across the carpet of the upstairs bedroom. 

"Ooooooooooh," the young blonde widow moaned and fell onto her back, her 
passion-depleted body finally rid of a hunger that had been with her, it 
seemed, for years. 

 CHAPTER TEN 

Sunday had dawned bright and beautiful. It was a perfect Massachusetts 
autumn day, and the leaves were beginning to change colors around the edges. 
Winter wouldn't be too far away, Elizabeth knew as she hurried down the 
sidewalk that cut diagonally across the Pepperston village square. She was 
heading home home being the narrow, old two-story townhouse that she and 
Kevin had bought soon after their marriage in August. This was the real 
thing, very different from their former places in the suburbs, and they were 
having a ball restoring it. Turning the corner, she thought of how lovely 
this street would be in the winter when it snowed the old iron gates covered 
with white and a snowman in every front yard. 

Right now, Pepper was stretched out on her own front stoop and she gave her 
handsome pet a friendly pat just before she walked into the house. 

The new bride closed the front door carefully. After a late night last night 
at the Deightons 

Kevin was still asleep, though it was after eleven. With some amusement, his 
young wife peeked in through the open bedroom doorway at his sprawled-out 
form on the bed. Earlier that morning, he had yanked the Venetian blinds 
shut to keep out the bright morning rays that were trying to awaken them. 

She closed the bedroom door and went into the kitchen. With a big knife she 
cut the string and undid the brown paper-wrapped package that Simon had 
given her that morning in the antique shop. The book within was A Social 
History of Langford and Pepperston, Massachusetts, 1633-1800, by D. S. 
Pritchett. It was a leather book, very old, its gold lettering practically 
worn away. Turning the flyleaf, she saw it was printed in 1890 by B. Gregory 
& Sons, Booksellers. 

Elizabeth made herself a cup of coffee, then sat down at the small kitchen 
table to read the page Simon had sectioned off with an ornate bookmark. 
Opening to the page, she read: 

The final recorded incident of a witchcraft trial took place in 1693. In 
Langford, a young widow, Eliza Calloway, was accused of fornication with a 
certain Nathan Putnam during her period of mourning. As hysteria mounted, it 
was claimed she was trying to beguile the village husbands. Thus the panic 
spread and two other young widows, Sarah Good and Abigail Osburn, were 
suspected. All three were arrested and accused of witchcraft. The three 
women were taken to prison to await execution. Eliza Calloway died while in 
custody, Sarah Good and Abigail Osburn were hanged. 

"Oh, brother," Elizabeth muttered out loud to herself and shuddered. Her 
eyes raced down the page. She flipped through the rest of the chapter, but 
there were no more references to the incident or the unfortunate Eliza 
Calloway. Why had Simon given her the book? She knew it wasn't out of 
malice. Undoubtedly, he wanted to show her how someone in the past had 
suffered from New England Puritanism, even more than she had, and that 
things were getting better. She took one last look at the final sentence, 
and lay down the book again as Kevin lumbered into the kitchen. 

"You want to see my wedding present from Bobby and Simon?" She stood up to 
make coffee. "It's on the kitchen table." She nodded toward the book. 

Kevin scratched his head sleepily and fitted his large, long-legged frame 
into the too-small dinette section that they hadn't yet replaced. She 
watched from the counter as he read. 

"Some gift." He finally lifted his head. Shoving the book across the kitchen 
table when she appeared with his coffee, he looked up at her. "Thank God, 
things have sure changed. Now how about my good morning greeting?" 

Kevin pulled his young blonde wife down to perch on his extended knee for a 
long good morning kiss. "What's say we spend the day in bed?" he suggested 
hoarsely when they broke apart. 

"After last night at the Deightons?" Elizabeth asked with a little teasing 
smile of elation, even as soft prurient sensations rippled lightly through 
her belly. "Besides, you just got out of bed." 

"I don't know if I ever told you this or not, but I have a wife who 
possesses more hidden talent in bed than any other woman I've ever met. The 
wonder is I ever get out at all." 

At that moment, the phone rang, and Liz jumped up. 

"Make it quick," Kevin gulped down his coffee. "I'll be waiting for you in 
the bedroom." 

As Liz moved toward the living room phone, she knew it would be Karen Soames 
calling from some crazy place with Jimmy Lyons. Since that night at the 
farmhouse, the two unhappy with their own spouses had become a constant 

Sunday duo. Elizabeth didn't quite understand it, but she didn't criticize. 

Suddenly, for the first time since she had remarried, Liz felt secure ... 
not just secure, but deep down at peace and confident about the new kind of 
life she was living with Kevin in her old hometown. She did fit in. 
Pepperston had started changing a long time ago. She'd just had to make some 
changes in herself to realize it. 


THE END
