Hubby's Best Friends
by Mark Townsend
(LLP-633)


CHAPTER ONE 

I'll tell you what it was most like. It was like getting a divorce. I mean, 
the divorce itself ain't that bad. You figure you're gonna be legally free 
now to look for another broad and have a little fun before you fall into the 
trap again. I speak, of course, from my vast experience with one divorce. 
Anyway, it ain't the divorce that's frightening. It's entering that marble 
building, huge and awe-inspiring as God Almighty and finding yourself in 
those dark paneled corridors with the thousand closed doors where behind 
each door they are chopping off someone's head. I mean that's the feeling 
you get. That's the courthouse. No one who's been through that chamber of 
horrors bothers with the one in an amusement park. It would be 
anti-climactic. 

But if you think that queasy feeling can't be beat, try walking into a small 
octagonal foyer that's walnut from floor to ceiling except for the four 
little mirrors, long and horizontally skinny, that are strategically placed 
around the room so that you keep bumping into your own guilty expression 
however hard you're trying to avoid it. There was a little walnut shelf that 
ran around the room, too, something like over a fireplace. Then every once 
in awhile there was one of these little imagine posts from the shelf down to 
the floor. Naaawwwww, this room ain't in the courthouse. This room was, and 
still is, I guess, in a guy's house. It isn't a big, important house or 
anything like that. It's a two flat dump over on Asparagus Street, and the 
little room is on the third floor, where I had never been. 

Well, you could call it a courthouse in a way. It seemed worse than that, 
the night I went. This was the house of a broad I'd laid, and her old man 
was calling me on the carpet. Al least, that's what I thought he was doing 
at the time. He wasn't there when I got to the little room. Instructions had 
been to go in the downstairs door and go straight up two flights. The stairs 
ended just in front of the little foyer. There was no door. I went straight 
in and sat down. Christ, I needed to. All the way up the stairs, my knees 
had been .shaking so that I didn't expect to make it. I was thinking, What 
would I do to a guy that's been fucking my wife while I was away? I should 
say right here that I only did it once, but he didn't know that. He didn't 
know anything, really, and I was prepared to deny everything. Otherwise, do 
you think I'd have been fool enough to show up? 

I was so scared, and trying not to show it, when I went in and I sat right 
clown in the nearest chair, an overstuffed thing that threatened to swallow 
me up when I sank into it, and didn't notice Carl Gustall, a big blond Swede 
or Dane or German, I can't tell things, on a chair across from me, a chair 
so small under his big frame that it looked like he might suck it into his 
ass-hole if he breathed the wrong way. It took me a minute to place him. I 
don't see customers like him very often because I throw the newspaper before 
they get to work in the morning and they pay by check. But then I remembered 
he was the grocer down the street, and I delivered to his store. 

You see, I usually hire a kid to deliver the papers on a route, but I do 
this route myself from the car because so many of the buildings here are 
boarded up and unused that a kid's got to do a lot of traveling to make a 
dime, and kids now days don't want to work that hard. You know what I mean. 

But Carl's got it made because he's the only store in a mile radius now, I 
swear. What the hell was he doing here? And say, it wasn't just Carl that 
was there, either. Suddenly, like out from the dark wood paneling of the 
room, Jackie Hull pops. I used him on a route once, but when these guys get 
older, they go for bigger things. Jackie was Carl's delivery boy now. I 
hadn't seen him in a few years. He was still black as the ace of spades. You 
can't change a thing like that. But he was no scrawny kid anymore. He had a 
damn good build on him, and I'll bet he got those muscles started by 
throwing newspapers. That'll do it, you know. 

"Evening, Mr. Ellis," he said, a foolish grin on his face. I attached no 
significance to it just then. I was busy recalling that he was always a 
polite kid. My boys usually call me 'Flip.' I nodded at him, my vocal chords 
gone dead almost from the time Tom Fullcimer called me. 

That was the guy whose house I was in, whose wife I'd laid while he was away 
at sea. He was a Merchant Marine and a damn fool, I thought grimly, running 
off to sea all the time, leaving a hot chick of a wife like Sonia alone so 
much. If she had been fucked once by her newspaper carrier, whose fault was 
that? 

I should have spoken to Carl, I thought at the beginning. After all, he was 
a customer of mine, even if I didn't return the favor by trading in his 
store. Why should I? I lived on the other side of town now, next to a 
supermarket, or almost next to one. Anyway, Carl didn't speak either. He 
barely looked at me, in fact, and when he did, I could swear he didn't see 
me but looked right through as if I was window glass or something. One time 
he looked at me like that and it made me so nervous I got up to walk around. 
But I sat right down again because that was one of the times I caught a 
glimpse of my face in one of those skinny horizontal mirrors. Immediately I 
decided I better sit back down and try to do something about the expression 
on my face. It was a dead give-away. So I sat there trying to work a jovial 
smile, or if not jovial, just a smile, across my teeth. Ever feel as though 
the muscles in your face were made of cement? Christ, if I'd have taken a 
glass of water and tried to drink it, I would have drowned! 

Anyway, me and Carl just sat there like two strangers in a railroad station 
while Jackie Hull meandered aimlessly around the room, feeling the walnut 
wood, running his nail in the decorative grooves and around the curly-cues, 
knocking here and there as though he expected a secret door to open up or 
something. I was just getting up nerve to ask him if he couldn't go sit 
somewhere when another big black guy came into the room from the stairs. He 
had been real quiet coming up, kept on the narrow carpet runner that went 
down the middle of the stairs probably. 

I recognized him because him and his family used to be customers a while 
back, about the time Jackie was working for me. I'd guess. His name was Roy 
Caroll, and I remembered the days when his ma used to take in rugs to clean. 
She cleaned them by hanging them over her clothesline and beating the hell 
out of them. Then when Roy was grown up, there was enough money saved, 
apparently, and they bought out a rug cleaning place, probably for a song 
since all the businesses in this part of town were closing down then. But 
Roy was a smart kid. He got himself a truck and went around banging down 
doors and talking people into getting their rugs cleaned who probably never 
would have thought of it, or at least of sending them out like that. Now the 
Carolls still had their business here, but they sure didn't live here. What 
with integration and all, they lived right up there in the hills with the 
rest of the rich folks. Now what was Roy doing in Fullcimer's house? There 
was no carpet up here, and it was after nine at night, kind of late to be 
working, anyway. 

By the time Harold Benson arrived . . Christ! Harold Benson, a dentist from 
down town, wispy little guy with round glasses. I was beginning to get real 
curious. Maybe we was going to have a poker game or something! It wasn't 
very-likely, was it, that Tom Fullcimer would expose his wife and me in 
front of a whole lot of people, especially people like the grocer and the 
dentist, anyone who talked all the time, but did that mean he wanted to wear 
horns in front of his neighbors when he was long enough to walk down the 
street? 

So seeing all these guys come in like that, even though no one was doing 
much talking, did begin to relax me. I think I could even have laughed at 
someone's joke if someone told one, but no one did, and I wasn't up to that 
yet Telling jokes, I mean. When Tom Fullcimer himself finally came up, 
bearing a bottle and some plastic glasses and with a bag of store ice cubes 
under his arm, I was pretty well convinced I'd been scared shitless for 
nothing. Tom was a muscular no-nonsense kid, but he was still just a kid, 
for all that. He couldn't have been more than in his very early thirties. 
Even Roy Caroll was older than that, pushing forty, and he was the youngest 
of the rest of us. I was the oldest, by the way, at fifty two. Carl must 
have been somewhere between Roy and me, forty five maybe. I can't tell about 
dentists very much, but I'd say that Harold's about the same age as Carl. 
Oh, I forgot Jackie. Well I know he's only nineteen, but he don't count. 
He's still just a kid almost. 

Anyway, Tom came up and smiled pleasantly all around. He apologized for 
being late, explained he wasn't in port very long this trip and had a lot to 
do. He handed everyone a plastic glass, then gave the ice cubes to Harold 
Benson to dole out while Roy got the booze. Jackie, he took out of the room 
somewhere, and they came back carrying a huge square table with short legs, 
which they set down in the center of the room. 

"Pull your chairs up to this," he invited, still smiling as though I were as 
innocent as an angel. Look how all I'm thinking of is me? Well, that's a 
guilty conscience, for you. Truth is, he probably didn't even know I was 
there, I told myself. He hadn't greeted a soul. When he looked around the 
room, he did so vacantly, in spite of the smile, something the way the 
principal of my high school used to look at the kids when he was going to 
speak in the auditorium. All he saw was a bunch of heads and silly staring 
eyes, a chaotic restless sea of creatures he was about to challenge for 
mastery. 

Tom Fullcimer pulled a stack of coasters out of a pocket. These he gave to 
Carl. Carl took one and handed the pack on. There were a couple of little 
dishes already up on the mantelpiece-looking shelf under one of the mirrors. 
Tom took these and we discovered he had peanuts in his pocket, too. Christ, 
he was a walking bar! Ha! Ha! I managed a faint smile as I thought this to 
myself. The cement was beginning to soften. 

Then finally, everything seemed settled, at least, Tom was satisfied. He 
pulled up a chair for himself like everyone else had done. He sat on one 
edge of a very square table in an octagonal room. There was no physical 
reason for us to feel that he was sitting at the "head" of the table, but 
come to find out, I wasn't the only one who felt that he was. There's 
another characteristic of a guilty conscience, I suspect. We all looked 
toward him, trying to hide our sheepisliness as best we could, like a batch 
of criminals waiting for the judge's sentence. We had already delivered our 
own verdicts, of course. We were all guilty, though we didn't know about 
each other, at least right away. Tom soon fixed that. 

"Well, this should be an interesting evening!" he finally said 
enthusiastically and unnecessarily. 

In response, we all clinked the ice in our plastic glasses and smiled 
weakly. It must have looked funny from where he sat. I'm onto that now. I 
realized that he was enjoying every goddamn minute of our torture. Well, why 
shouldn't he, I suppose. We had all enjoyed his wife. 

'Tell you what I thought would be fun," he said then, leaning forward with 
his elbows on his thighs and his hands hanging with an appearance of 
looseness between his knees but rubbing his drink back and forth between the 
palms of them. 

He really did seem to be in a great mood, I thought as he paused. I also 
thought what a handsome son of a bitch he was, young, virile, hair short 
because of the service, but cheekbones high and smooth and rosy, blue eyes 
sparkling. Christ, if he was ever home, an old fifty two year old paunchy 
goat like myself wouldn't stand a chance with Sonia, his wife. Maybe that's 
why he didn't look particularly worried, even when he looked straight at me. 
My pride was piqued. Suddenly I was angry that he had the gall to rub salt 
into the wound of a man old enough to be his father.. . me! So when he 
started to talk again, I was ready to pick up any challenge. Who the hell 
did this young prick think he was? 

"I thought we'd have a contest, kind of, swap stories with each other. We do 
this a lot at sea. 

Sometimes there ain't much else to do. We all kick in for the prize there, 
but I wouldn't expect you guys to do that." At this point he put a hand into 
the pocket of his pants, over the right side of his groin. Now that I look 
back, I see there was something appropriate about where he had kept the 
prize, but I didn't think nothing about it then. Anyway, he took a five 
hundred dollar bill out. Christ, I'd never even seen one before! As he threw 
it onto the table in front of him, I bent forward to be sure of what I saw 
as well as to see what picture was on it. Everyone else did the same thing. 
Christ, we must have looked to him like vultures around a dead deer. Of 
course, we didn't swoop in or nothing. Nobody touched it. I don't think 
anybody dared. Incidentally, McKinley's puss graces that one, in case you're 
interested. Don't ask me why! 

Well, the five hundred dollar bill lay on the table like a king among 
courtiers...McKinley, yet!...until we all got tired of hovering over it. It 
was undoubtedly there the whole time after, too, but we all forgot about it 
shortly, believe it or not, every last man of us! 

"Now you've all had your little fun and games," Tom began again. "We have, I 
mean," he corrected himself. "After all, I've had her, too." 

This was the first time he had said anything that even remotely touched upon 
our individual guilts, and even the black faces in that room must have gone 
red. I don't know because no one dared look at anyone else. 

"I shouldn't say, 'all," he corrected himself again. "Benson hasn't had his 
turn yet." 

Now all the red faces had dropped jaws, like broken trap doors. No matter 
which way our faces pointed, all eyes were surreptitiously on the dentist. 
It was now his turn to blush. His brow puckered as well, and he looked as 
though he was going to object, but Tom paid no mind to that. 

To tell you the truth, I was beginning to get a little pissed off by this 
Tom Fullcimer. I didn't give a damn what anybody had done to his whore of a 
wife, and that's what she obviously was if almost everyone in the room had 
fucked her. I wasn't any Merchant seaman or anything as important as that. 
All I did was distribute the town newspaper, not even head of circulation 
yet, but I was fifty two years old and even I would know better than to call 
the dentist by his last name like that. He was Dr. Benson in my book and he 
should have been the same to a young crap artist like Tom Fellcimer. Again I 
was wondering angrily who he thought he was. 

"So anyway, who wants to be first?" I asked a trifle belligerently. "First 
with what?" 

He leaned across the table at me. "First telling how it was with the redhead 
downstairs," he said evenly, his blue eyes sincere with salacious interest, 
not a trace of bitterness or a hint of revenge marring their lewd sparkle. 
He picked at the five hundred dollar bill. "This goes to the best story," he 
said. "Just like we do it at sea." And then with warmth, as though we were 
all his life-long buddies, he added, "Man, you should hear the tales I hear 
out there. I wish I could tape them and bring them home for you to hear. I 
really do!" 

Expansively, he leaned back in place again, picking the bottle up from the 
floor beside his chair and letting it go the rounds on its own. "Who's going 
to start?" he wanted to know. "I think I ought to be last since I ain't 
really competing." 

Christ, this jerk was serious! And just about the time I realized that, I 
got an idea. It might be a good idea to set him straight, right off the bat! 
It was just as well to let him know that his wife was the one with the hot 
pants and that she put a good deal of effort into wearing a guy down before 
he capitulated. I mean, I didn't really know then what it had been like for 
the others, but I knew I had been raped as much as a guy can be raped. 
Seduced is maybe a better word. I mean, Christ, she was a good-looking broad 
and all that, but I had wife enough at home. I didn't need anybody else's! 
But what does a man do when a broad keeps throwing herself at him morning 
after morning, and when I say morning, I mean three in the morning. 
Yeah...but let me not jump the gun here. What happened was, I volunteered to 
start. 

Hell, I was the oldest of the group, which I'm sure had some significance 
that I haven't figured out, paternal responsibility maybe. Now that I look 
back, I wonder why I just didn't get up and walk out. Why didn't we all get 
up and walk out? Of course, there was that five hundred sitting there, five 
c-notes! Hell, we probably would have gone through with it for only one, but 
who was going to tell him that? 

Anyway, I cleared my throat, which took some clearing. I then sighed, 
followed by a deep breath. There was something wrong with the air in the 
room, I decided. It didn't seem to be going into my lungs at all, just 
coming out. 

"Okay, Flip, we're ready," he hinted, Tom did. 

"Well, I wasn't!" it occurred to me to blurt out. It was as good a way to 
begin as any. "I wasn't ready for no broad, however beautiful, at three in 
the morning. You boys may not realize it," I said, taking the opportunity to 
advertise a bit, "but I throw the papers in this area myself. I do this 
territory about three in the morning by car, rolling the papers while I 
drive so stay off the streets then," I laughed weakly. No one else laughed. 
"I felt explanations of something were due." I have to do it early because I 
got to tend to the kids that do the other routes later. The kids who do get 
up early as me, I leave their papers on my way." No one even blinked. 

Then finally the picture was in my mind. The experience was there to tell. 
As soon as I thought of delivering this street, throwing the paper at this 
house, driving over on the wrong side of the street, the way I can at that 
hour of the morning, leaning out of the car window, looking up ....Every 
morning when I looked up her lights were on, and she would raise the-shade 
just when I leaned out with the paper. She'd be standing there in the lit 
second story window damn near naked, waving, smiling! Hell, I knew what she 
wanted! What kind of idiot wouldn't know, and how many mornings would it 
take? I told my story like it was! 

Let's face it. When people don't send me a check for their papers, I got to 
follow it up". I got to go after my money. After all, I paid for their 
papers. It's time for me to get paid. Naturally she didn't send me my check. 
That was the next step in her plot. I shoulda seen it coming. Now let me 
tell you right here. That dame had a pair of boobs, you can't fit two hands 
around each one! She looks like a real chorus girl! You can't get your hands 
around her boobs, but you sure can get them around her waist, and under 
that, her hips flare out like a welcome mat! She's got legs woulda put Betty 
Grable to shame and her long red hair sets your nerves on fire just looking 
at it! 

I was kind of disgusted with her though. After all, I knew she was married. 
And I didn't care where her old man was, a woman worth anything doesn't go 
whoring around after she's married. I'd kill my wife ....not that I'd ever 
have to. At this point in my remarks, I glanced at Tom Fellcimer, but he 
wasn't getting an eyelash. You'd have thought I was talking about a woman 
who was a total stranger to him! 

You might know that going upstairs for my rightful pay, the way I had to, 
she'd try something a little stronger than she had tried at the window. 
Actually, though, she looked quite presentable when she opened the door, and 
gullible me, I figured everything was cool, as they say now days, and do 
when she invited me in while she got her purse, I thought nothing at all of 
stepping inside the door a minute or two. When she come out of the bedroom 
though, she was completely naked, carrying, instead of her purse, a kind of 
silky nightgown affair, which she raised over her head and slid into as if 
she were completely alone, her roundly curving body shivering as though all 
atingle from the sensuous material falling down over her skin! 

Christ Almighty! What's a guy supposed to do when he's rooted to the floor 
in a state of shock? But she paid no attention to Flip anyway 

I told the men at the table, now finding it less embarrassing to refer to 
myself as "Flip" rather than "me." So I thought. But that experiment failed. 
I just couldn't divorce myself from my memories enough to pretend that it 
was someone else there watching her waltzing around the room, securing the 
garment and then glancing at herself in the mirror over the fireplace. She 
was obviously pleased by how sensual she looked, in spite of the 
circumstances of me being there and all. 

She had such beautiful red hair and green eyes and they just glowed in that 
pink nightgown! The folds of the supple cloth clung to her ripe young body, 
accentuating every line and curve like an erotic illustration from Playboy. 
She had it in mind that there was ways to pay for the papers I hadn't 
dreamed of, I guess. By that time, I gotta admit, my prick was so goddamned 
hard I could have batted a home run with it! So when she extended her hand, 
I took it. She led me to the edge of the couch and lay back on a huge pile 
of pillows she had all arranged. 

Sonia Fellcimer relaxed as her body eased into the comfortable softness of 
the pillows. He was hardly the most gorgeous of men, but she didn't care. 
She enjoyed finding out what different men were like, and nothing really 
mattered except the tantalizing sensations racing through her body. Any man 
could produce those! She had put out the light and only the soft firelight 
filled the living room. She closed her eyes and let herself drift into the 
sensuous mood that enveloped her. 

Flip Ellis slowly lifted his hand and placed it on the young woman's thigh, 
the first and only overt movement he dared make right away. Sonia didn't 
resist his gesture, but then, why should she? She had done the asking! 

But Sonia was surprised at the tenderness of his move. It made her feel 
oddly comfortable and protected. She put her hand on top of his and moved 
with him as he slid it softly up and down her leg. It was strange how his 
touch soothed her, and even more, how disturbingly exciting it was. The 
combination of his gentle caress and the silken nightgown sent low waves of 
desire coursing through her firm young body. She began to wish that he would 
hold her more firmly, or at least move the gown out of the way, get 
undressed himself! Finally, Tom Fellcimer's wife reached down and parted the 
front of her nightgown so that her left leg was uncovered, then lowered 
Flip's hand so that he could move it across the ivory smoothness of her 
skin. 

The surprised newspaper carrier shifted his weight, moving closer to the 
curvaceous woman, and slid his hand into the sensitive inner side of her 
thighs. Sonia's skin prickled with warm jolts of pleasure at his touch, and 
cool chills raced up and down her back. He touched her so lightly, so 
tentatively, that it almost seemed as if he was afraid of her. He was. 
Dreaming of her, he had acted most lewdly, pinching her ass every chance he 
got. Now, when it was happening, he felt like a shy schoolboy. 

The beautiful flame-haired Sonia, smiling inwardly, decided she should hurry 
things along a little before he suddenly decided he had to deliver the rest 
of his papers and whatever else he did. She turned onto her side on the 
couch, letting her nightgown fall open even more. Suddenly, Flip put one arm 
around her while he shoved the other roughly between her thighs again. Hell, 
what was he doing, pussyfooting around like this? This broad was nothing but 
a whore! The tentative quality of his lovemaking seemed to vanish as he held 
her tightly with the tremendous strength in his arms, built up by years of 
throwing newspapers every morning. 

"Wait, Flip...Flip, please! Don't hold me so tightly! You're hurting me," 
she protested softly. But he did not respond. Instead, he held her closer, 
almost crushing her shoulders. "Please!" 

"Shut up, cunt!" he snarled suddenly. What did a whore like her deserve? 
Cheating on her husband like this! Forcing him to fiddle with her ....him, 
Flip Ellis, who certainly knew how to respect another man's wife ....when he 
could! 

"I...what ....what's happening? Why are you acting like this?" Sonia 
couldn't believe the sudden change in her companion. His gray eyes seemed to 
grow smaller, glittering oddly, as he held her in a vise-like grip. 

"You keep your mouth shut, you little bitch, and do exactly what I tell 
you!" He brutally pinched the soft flesh of her thighs, far more brutally 
than he had dreamed of doing. "We've played around long enough. Now we get 
down to the serious business, huh?" 

Suddenly he moved away from her and threw off his clothes in only a few 
gestures, revealing his paunchy flesh that sagged on a once muscular frame. 
The now sex-hungry newspaper carrier leered down at the confused, anxious 
redhead and obscenely stroked the hugely endowed flesh of his blood-engorged 
cock and balls swinging between his narrow thighs. 

"Now take off that nightgown, bitch, so I can see that flesh you've been 
teasing me with up in your window morning after morning!" 

Tom Fellcimer's wife was too startled by his abrupt change in personality to 
do anything but obey him, and she undid the front of her nightgown 
completely so that her body was revealed nakedly exposed to his lusty gaze. 
Slowly, Flip circled the couch until he stood by her again, never once 
taking his eyes from her excitingly curved body. His enormous blood-swollen 
prick, hard as a rock and stiffly extended, jutted toward her like some 
obscene snake. 

"Now get off the couch, kneel on the rug here, and suck my cock!" 

The young beautiful housewife quivered in humiliation at his shocking 
demand, but she knew she had to do as she was told. There was something in 
his cruel tone of voice that told her instinctively that if she didn't obey 
him this morning he would become quite vicious. The humiliated redhead knew 
now that the gentleness and reticence he had always exhibited was only a 
pose, a moral restraint! Miserably, she got up from the couch and sank to 
her knees before the naked man. Immediately he placed both his hands on her 
head, holding her face only inches from the hotly swollen shaft of his lusty 
protruding cock. 

"Kiss it, my sweet! Kiss it as though it were everything you loved most in 
the world, you sweet bitch of a cunt!" As she leaned forward, brushing her 
wetly parted lips against the velvet flesh of the cock-head, Flip Ellis 
suddenly began to push it into her mouth, shoving it in. Sonia almost choked 
as he forced it deep into her throat. "Now suck it, bitch! Suck it real 
good!" 

While her mind screamed in torment from what was happening to her, the 
forceful newspaper carrier pressed his hugely erect veined rod of male flesh 
farther and farther into her tortured mouth. The now horrified young wife 
tried to pull back from him, but each time she did, he moved forward, 
thrusting his thickened rod farther into her futilely resisting mouth. 

Roughly he began to buck his hips back and forth, holding her head tightly 
with his hands, and to groan wildly. 

Oh good God, Sonia realized in terror. He is going to cum already! He's 
going to cum in my mouth! The only other time she had ever done this for 
anyone, the guy had ended up fucking her. 

"Suck it," he cried in ecstasy, bringing himself roughly toward climax. 
"Suck it harder and harder, harrrrrddddeeeeerrrrr!" 

Tom Fellcimer's tortured wife found herself sucking desperately at the 
newspaper carrier's swollen, viciously fucking organ, confused and horrified 
by the strangeness of his behavior now that she had finally gotten him into 
her flat. He began to force his straining prick faster and faster into her 
sucking mouth, his fingers tightly to her hair as he moaned in rampant 
pleasure. 

"I'm cumming! Fuck! Fuck! I'm cuuuuummmmmmmmmiiiiinnnnngggg!" 

Nevertheless, his words were lost to the wildly sucking young housewife as 
he suddenly erupted hot, rushing spurts of fluid into her mouth. Sonia 
struggled desperately to swallow as quickly as she could to avoid choking as 
the paunchy fifty two year old newspaper carrier shot an endless creamy 
stream of scalding semen deep into her throat. Then, finally, the flooding 
liquid slowed, although his prick remained stiff and throbbing for several 
moments more. Tom Fellcimer's wife felt weak and dazed as he finally 
withdrew his dwindling cock from her mouth and the whitish liquid dribbled 
lewdly from her lips and down across her chin. She collapsed to the floor, 
crying and sobbing miserably. That would teach her something, maybe, Flip 
thought. 

Flip Ellis picked the sobbing woman up from the floor and threw her 
contemptuously onto the couch as if she was a sack of flour, rolling her 
onto her stomach so that her naked titties pressed down into the soft couch 
cushions. Then he ambled around, thinking about how best to do it, and 
licked his lips obscenely, reveling in the sounds of the miserable 
housewife's gasping sobs of humiliation. 

As Sonia felt the sadistic-behaving newspaper carrier crawl onto the couch 
beside her, tremors of shame and revulsion again ran through her savagely 
abused young body. There was little doubt in Flip's mind but that she would 
think twice before cheating on her absent husband again! 

"Oh, please, Flip, no!" she begged. "I can't take any more!" 

He paid no attention but began to run his hands up and down her back 
roughly, and the beautiful red-haired housewife shuddered in tortured fear, 
cursing herself for being so naive as to think that she could cheat on her 
husband and enjoy it! 

Flip hoped he wasn't embellishing this story too much. He saw disbelief in 
the eyes that faced him around the square table in the dark paneled foyer, 
but, Christ! He wanted Tom to think he was trying to do an absent friend a 
good turn, of course! He didn't want Tom to suddenly pull out a gun and 
blast off his head or some stupid thing like that. . . his own head, he 
meant. Tom didn't look like the suicidal type. 

Anyway, he had the gorgeous housewife trapped. She was at the mercy of the 
one man who would take every opportunity to punish her for her misdoings. He 
slid farther down on the couch and then positioned himself so that he 
straddled the back of her shapely thighs, sitting above her, then bending 
his paunchy frame forward to run his grasping hands up her legs until he 
grabbed the tensely quivering softness of her nakedly exposed ass-cheeks. 
Lewdly he began to massage them with his fingers, molding them like putty, 
working them, relaxing them. He continued this for almost five minutes 
without saying a word, hearing nothing but the confused, unhappy moans from 
the trapped young housewife. Finally, he could feel her tightened thigh and 
ass muscles begin to relax, and he smiled darkly to himself. 

Sonia lay beneath his kneading hands trying to resist any movement he made 
toward her, but finally she found herself succumbing to the warm pleasure 
his probing hands induced in her abused flesh. She couldn't understand why 
he was doing this, massaging her ass with the same gentleness he had shown 
her at the beginning. Yet even though she was petrified of him now and 
completely distrusted every move, his touch was so tender and pleasant that 
her flesh rippled with warmly erotic sensations. The disgrace that she had 
experienced only moments ago seemed to be disappearing, and the bewildered 
young wife found herself relaxing as her newspaper carrier continued to run 
his hands and fingers across her resiliently upraised ass-cheeks, circling 
each in his wide palms and running his thumbs side by side down in between 
the shadowed crack separating them. Occasionally his fingers would brush 
teasingly across the small tight circle of her ass-hole and then farther 
down to touch the moistening lips of her cunt, each move sending tremors of 
warm excitement sizzling through the young woman's flesh. 

Flip Ellis had to admit that he relished the control he had over the 
seaman's desirable young wife. He had always been a rather unattractive 
person, not too bright and too plain to have any real success with women. In 
fact, when he was a kid, he had been such a goody-goody that he had been 
almost twenty before he had really touched a girl. In his day, people just 
didn't parade their promiscuity, and he had not had even male friends to let 
him know what was what in the world! So he knew he had an inferiority 
complex in some ways, and having an extraordinary woman like this in his 
power was something that had never happened before! He was determined to 
make the most of it, and his eyes narrowed into knife-like slits as he gazed 
down at the beautiful housewife's ass, arching and falling beneath his 
touch. Desire, rough and insistent, began to surge once again in his loins. 

Also, beneath his expert hands, Sonia was losing control of her senses. The 
young housewife began to squirm excitedly at his almost magical touch, and a 
hot rush of pleasure churned in her belly, growing more intense with every 
moment. She tried desperately to keep hold of herself, to resist the 
feelings that crept relentlessly into her ravaged flesh, trying to stifle 
back the lewd guttural moans of rising desire that escaped her lips. She had 
changed her mind about going too far with this man she had enticed into her 
flat, but he was too much for her, and she couldn't change the buzzing need 
of her flesh! He should have left, and he knew it! But there is that point a 
t which no man can stop! 

Meanwhile, the tortured redhead could not resist the delicious throbs of 
pleasure that enveloped her naked young body, no matter how much she tried. 

"Aaaaaahhhhhhhhhh," she sighed, responding like a common street whore. Why 
was her body betraying her like this? Was her passion, her lewdness, her 
shameful lust so strong that anyone, even someone as old and paunchy as this 
newspaper carrier could tap the currents of her desire by a few gentle 
strokes? Was she so weak that she was the prey of any man who came along? 
But despite her struggle to resist the flames of steadily rising passion, it 
was no use. She was what she was and that was that! Flip Ellis's expert 
caresses were driving her wild with lust and suddenly she found herself 
calling out to him. 

"Oh! Oooohhhhh! fuck me! Fuck me! You have to!" 

"What should I do?" Flip asked, gloating, knowing full well he was in full 
possession of her now. 

"Fuck me! I want you to fuck me!" she cried. She couldn't stand it a minute 
longer, her cuntal hole was palpitating with unsatisfied lust. She had to 
have a hotly throbbing cock to satisfy her, and it didn't matter that it was 
his! In fact, he was so good . . . . "Please!" she screamed. 

Now, what man could resist a plea like that? A surge of triumph tore through 
the carrier's fleshy body. "Okay, cunt, put your ass up in the air!" 

Half delirious with insistent sensuality, Sonia obediently arched her hips, 
raising her naked ass high into the air. Flip reached down with his hands, 
pulling her to her knees until finally she knelt before him on the wide, 
comfortable couch on all fours, her wildly aroused body trembling in 
anticipation, desperate for him to cum inside of her and make her cum. 

Tentatively, Flip Ellis probed at her with his lust-swollen prick, searching 
for the hotly throbbing moistness of her cuntal lips. Her warmly pulsing ass 
seemed to clasp at his jerking rod of lewd male flesh as he guided it with 
his hand down the smooth white crack, past her tiny puckering ass-hole, to 
the eagerly twitching hole that awaited him. His blood-stiffened shaft 
brushed across the fleecy red softness of her pubic hair and finally came to 
rest at the moist flesh of her love-hungry pussy. His caresses had aroused 
her to the point that now her cuntal juices had already lubricated her with 
steaming wetness that made it easy for him to glide his hotly swollen cock 
into the warmly clasping hole between her legs. 

The beautiful wife of Tom Fellcimer cried out in delight as Flip finally 
fucked his pulsating hardness up into her cock-starved cuntal hole. It was 
as if a huge log was being fucked into her belly, he knew, but her greedily 
receptive pussy quivered and rippled with lusty pleasure. 

"Uuuuuuuuuugggggggggghhhhhhh! Yessssssss! Put it into me! Put it all in! I 
want to feel every inch of you inside of me! Hurrrrrrrrrrrryyyyyyyy!" 

The incredulous newspaper carrier grinned obscenely, his lips curling back 
over his teeth, as he began to fuck into her with long, powerful strokes, 
relishing the sight of his wetly glistening prick moving in and out of the 
kneeling young housewife's tight little cunt. He could feel the muscles deep 
inside of her cunt flexing and constricting against his swollen rod of lewd 
male flesh as he fucked deeper and deeper into the hot buttery depths of her 
pussy. Then, teasingly, he began to withdraw from her, chuckling with 
sadistic pleasure as she squirmed backwards trying to pull him inside of her 
once more. 

"Please, Flip," she groaned, helplessly dominated by an overwhelming sexual 
desire. "Please come back into me! You've got to fuck me! Please!" 

But her hotly aroused fifty two year old lover paid no attention to her 
pleading groans, and instead, he withdrew completely and began to rub his 
wildly shuddering prick up and down against the white slippery moistness 
that coated her pussy lips, until finally his rigidly erect cock was covered 
completely with a thin film of her liquid passion. 

"Flip, oh, Flip! I beg you to fuck me!" she groaned in animal abandon, 
oblivious to everything but the deeply demanding, unsatisfied need that 
enslaved her. "Oh, God, please!" 

Then the revengeful tormentor, on behalf of all cuckolded husbands 
everywhere, took his long hard prick in his hand and guided it carefully 
toward the tightly clenched ring of her ass. With a lewd grin, he nudged the 
lust-swollen cock-head against her wildly puckering ass-hole. 

At that very moment, through the blinding lust that tormented her, the 
gorgeous redhead realized what her lewdly incited lover was going to do and 
cried out in terror, "Noooooooo, Flip! Noooo! I can't take it! It's too big! 
Nooooooooooo!" 

But Flip Ellis grabbed the cheeks of her ass, and, ignoring her cry, pulled 
her hard against him. Groaning, he thrust his hips viciously forward, 
forcing his way into the rubbery tightness of her painfully stretched 
rectum. He paid no attention to her agonized wails as he fucked his 
thickened hardness deeper and deeper into her tightly constricted hole, 
relishing the pain he inflicted upon the helplessly kneeling housewife, who 
had gone astray. 

Sonia Fellcimer thrashed and writhed in anguish, trying to escape the brutal 
impalement of her virginal rectum. The pain was worse than anything she had 
ever experienced in her thirty or so years of life, and she thought she was 
going to faint from the intensity of it. It was as if there was a hot poker 
being shoved mercilessly up into her ass-hole, sending searing jolts of 
agony up through her quivering young body. Finally, all movement stopped, 
and Tom's gorgeous wife realized that Flip's long blood-thick prick was all 
the way up inside her rectal sheath. As he remained motionless, the pain 
slowly began to subside, leaving only a heavy, aching fire inside of her 
cock-filled belly. She felt his hand move down, and his fingers slid under 
stomach and into her wetly pulsating cunt. His fingers moved against the 
thin membrane that separated them from his huge lust-swollen cock that was 
so deeply in her tortured rectum. He stroked her that way for a moment, then 
used his thumb and forefinger to massage her clitoris. Imperceptibly, she 
began to feel the return of her earlier wild excitement, and flashes of a 
savage, not-to-be-denied desire took control of her entire being. 
Helplessly, ignoring the pain and torment, the submissively kneeling 
housewife began to move back and forth against Flip, urging him to continue. 

"Oh, yessssss, Fliiiiiiiip! Do it to me! Hurt me! Rip me to shreeeeeds if 
you want to! Only, fuck me! Fuuuuuuuuuuccccckkkk meeeeeeeeee!" 

In a flurry of wild, uncontrollable glee, Flip began to brutally fuck his 
hard cock in and out of her widely stretched little ass-hole, all the while 
using his fingers to fuck her wetly pulsing pussy. Passion mounted quickly 
until the furiously copulating pair were grunting and screaming wildly in 
the throes of their excessive passion, driving themselves into a frenzy of 
pure animal lust. Flip Ellis thrust his hot knifing cock mercilessly into 
Sonia's burning rectal depths, and Tom's brutalized, properly punished young 
wife, caught in a maelstrom of passion, writhed and screamed like a 
madwoman, urging him to fuck her even harder. 

"Can you feel me, you filthy whore?" Flip cried out lewdly. "Can you feel my 
prick in your ass-hole, cutting you to pieces? Do you like it? Do you like 
it, bitch?" 

"Oh, God, yessssss! Yeeeeeessssss! Kill me with your cock! Fuck me in the 
ass harder! Harrrrddddde rrrrrrrr! Aaaaaaaiiiiiieeeeeeeee! like that!" 

She was absolutely screaming, and she yelled every obscenity she had ever 
heard at the vulgar newspaper deliverer who was sodomizing her with such 
pounding ferocity and made her love it! 

"More! More! Ram it into my ass-hole! Fuck me up the ass until I can't stand 
it any more! Aaaaarrrrrrrrgggggghhhhhhh!" 

Flip lost his head a little, too, and roared back at her as well, screaming 
obscenities and yelling out the delicious, savage excitement that rocked his 
paunchy frame. All the pain and rejection he had ever suffered in the hands 
of women came out in a vicious tirade. He slammed his naked body without 
mercy against her defenselessly upturned ass-cheeks, pounding against her 
ass like a barbaric animal in a fever of unbridled lush. 

"I'm cumming!" Sonia began to groan finally. "I'mmmmmm 
cuuuuuummmmmiiiinnngg! Aaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiieeeeeeee!" 

Flip Ellis increased the brutal fucking into her tightly puckering ass-hole 
until he felt his own seed beginning to boil up in his cum-filled balls. 
Then, simultaneously, the illicit lovers reached the blinding apex of their 
lust. Explosions of scalding hot sperm shot like cannon-blasts out of Flip's 
wildly ejaculating prick and traveled deep into the contracting heat of 
Sonia's sodomized ass-hole. Tom Fellcimer's sex-crazed young wife screamed 
again and again in uncontrollable excitement as the white sperm ricocheted 
deep in her forever stretched rectum. It seemed to last forever, a hurricane 
of unbridled passion, a wild blazing storm of color, pain, and masochistic 
pleasure. Finally, the peak was passed, and Sonia fell forward onto the 
old-fashioned couch, totally exhausted from the excess of forbidden lust. 

The newspaper carrier, equally weary, threw himself down onto the soft couch 
beside her, breathing heavily, drained from his labors. Finally, feeling 
that he had punished her enough, Flip sighed. 

"Let that be a lesson," he said. 

Christ, by the looks of things, I guess it was! 

 CHAPTER TWO 

I looked around the room. Christ, there wasn't a pair of eyes not fixed on 
me like they couldn't look away. I never knew I was such a good story teller 
before. Maybe I should be writing for the newspaper instead of throwing the 
thing! But, nawww, I knew better that that. As a dumb kid I might have 
believed they was all watching me because they was listening, but I'm old 
enough to know all they had on their nervous minds was their own stories, 
their own experiences with Fullcimer's wife, measuring their stories against 
mine, perhaps, wondering if I was telling the truth and how should they tell 
theirs. The only one around the table who looked as though he'd actually 
heard a thing I had said was Fullcimer himself. His was the only face that 
showed pure enjoyment instead of worry. I remember thinking, the lousy ass! 
He sure is going to make us pay! But I wasn't really complaining because to 
tell the truth, I woulda had every guy around that table shot full of holes 
by now, if I was Tom. Christ, no, we was getting off easy! And some lucky 
bastard would have five hundred dollars to boot! 

Having finished my own yarn, without comment from Tom, I might add, I had it 
off my chest now, so to speak. It gave me a chance to sort of sit back and 
wonder what this was all about. Why the hell did he want to hear how each of 
us had fucked his wife? And if that's what we was all gathered here for, 
what was Benson doing here, Dr. Benson, I mean, if he hadn't done nothing 
yet? Christ, this was a case for Sherlock Holmes, and I knew I wasn't up to 
figuring it out. I ain't solved-a single one of Perry Mason's cases in all 
the years he been on television! My wife comes up with guilty one sometimes 
though she can never tell how she figures it out, so I think she's just 
guessing. So much for the detective work. After all, why should I care why 
Fullcimer wants the goods on his wife? It's no skin off my teeth as long as 
we all get out of here alive! 

"Next?" Tom finally asked. Of course, no one answered. 

I thought I'd speak up and tell them what a relief it is to get the thing 
over with and be able to sit back and enjoy the other stories, but it was 
none of my business what anyone else did. I laid the groundwork for them. I 
let it be clear that Sonia asked for it all the way. All they had to do was 
follow my example. It didn't occur to me that anyone was waiting to hear the 
other stories so he could be sure his own was better because of the five 
hundred bucks. Dumbbell me! 

"Tell you what we'll do," Tom Fullcimer said jovially after a long pause in 
which no one spoke or even squirmed in his chair, for that matter. "We'll 
take a break first while I go get another bottle!" If he was expecting 
anybody to cheer or return the friendliness he was sprinkling around, he was 
sadly mistaken. The others were all bottled up with their transgressions, 
all except Dr. Benson, and even I was not ready for much in the way of 
pleasantries. According to Tom, Dr. Benson didn't have nothing to hide, but 
he looked just as guilty as the rest of us the way he was sitting staring at 
his fingers. 

As soon as Fullcimer had disappeared down the stairway, though, I got up to 
stretch my legs. Again I was tempted to advise the other guys to get it over 
with but the words wouldn't come out. There was something dead about the 
silence in that room, something too dead to cut into. Maybe it was the 
mystery of the thing, the fact that probably no one there had figured out 
why Tom was going about it this way. I cleared my throat, making a rough 
rumbling noise as I did it. God, it sounded great! I felt I was able then to 
give the advise I'd been meaning to, when suddenly a new idea spun into my 
head out of God knows where! 

"Hey," I chuckled out loud but nervously. "I bet he's going to use our 
stories when he goes back to sea!" Then I mumbled as I thought further, "Bet 
he clears more than five hundred for them, too!" Wow, what a thought that 
was! He was embarrassed as hell! A conservative age, nineteen! 

"You mean he's gonna tell our stories as though they happened to him?" Jack 
asked. There was hurt pride in the sound of the kin's voice. I remembered 
that at nineteen I figured no one could fuck like I could! I mean I was king 
of them all! I laughed. 

"What the hell do you care?" I knew he cared a lot. 

"Oh, that's a silly idea," Dr. Benson spoke up. 

"You got a better one?" I asked. Just then Tom Fullcimer came back into the 
room, and it was too bad because I suspected that Dr. Benson knew a lot more 
than he was letting on or why would he be in on this? Maybe he was a 
witness, though. Maybe Tom was fixing to get himself divorced. Christ, I 
hoped no names were going to surface in the newspaper or anything! My wife 
missed nothing that was printed in the newspaper! 

And that was another time that, just before sitting back down in my chair, I 
caught my face in one of the mirrors and winced. I was white as a ghost and 
gray around the jowls, not from needing a shave but from the color having 
drained out of my face. I sat down with a thud as though I'd been pushed. No 
one noticed, of course. My problem was my own. Everyone else had theirs. Tom 
had not sat down yet. He was leaning over the large square coffee table and 
pouring more whiskey into each glass. 

There was more silence for awhile as everyone dutifully picked up the fresh 
drink and sipped it. No one dared refuse Tom anything. That was clear. 
Christ, if he'd filled the glasses with arsenic, we'd have all drunk it, I 
suppose. 

"What we can do now," Tom Fullcimer said after he had filled his own glass 
and sat down, "is we can play spin the bottle!" Everyone looked at him with 
a half glazed look, not comprehending enough to object or laugh. 

"Whoever gets pointed at," Fullcimer continued, "gets to go next. Fair 
enough?" 

He had picked up the old bottle from the floor beside his chair and was 
holding it over the table, ready to place it in the middle, on its side, 
ready to spin. He looked around at each face, not bothering with mine or Dr. 
Benson's I noticed. There were a few half-hearted nods, enough to make him 
secure in continuing. He spun. The white bottle whirred like a roulette 
wheel. At least six pairs of lifeless eyes followed it with hope or 
hopelessness. It was hard to say what Roy, Carl, or Jack were feeling. Dr. 
Benson, the only innocent among thieves, had to feel on top of the world. 
There was no way the spinning bottle could affect me. I'd told the only 
story I had to tell. 

It slowed. The five hundred dollar bill fluttered as the bottle moved off 
its former course a little toward the money. It spun even more 
slowly...slowly...until finally it stopped. There was room for argument over 
whether the bottle was actually pointing at Roy Caroll or to the space 
between him and Tom, but here was apparently no doubt in Tom's mind that Roy 
was to go next. It was also clear from the frown that passed in wrinkles 
over Roy's black forehead that he wasn't going to argue the point. 

"I.. . I don't know what to say," he stuttered like a little kid looking to 
his teacher for help. 

"Say the first word that pops into your mind," Tom suggested in a fatherly 
fashion even though Caroll had to be at least five years older than 
Fullcimer. But, see? That's what guilt does to a man! 

"Gawd, no!" Roy sputtered, then looked around the table and tittered a 
little at his own slip. I didn't blame him for his emotional confusion. I'm 
sure we all felt like a span of horses, trained unwittingly by the 
curvaceous beauty, Sonia, and held in tight rein now by her husband, Tom 
Fullcimer. The whole experience was enough to confuse any man, I think. 

Tom laughed, though, as though Roy had initiated some pleasantry for them 
both to enjoy. "Try it!" he urged. "Everyone here knows what beautifully 
rounded ass-cheeks Sonia has, how she moves like a sensual cat in her ripe 
young body, fully revealed usually by one of her clinging negligees or 
sheaths, most of them slit up to her mouth-watering cunt. Anyone here whose 
lust-filled eyes haven't traveled over the thrusting mounds of her unusually 
large titties that always press eagerly against the material of anything she 
wears, down the hourglass curves of her waist and over those well-rounded 
hips, and finally to the slim, shapely perfection of her legs...isn't 
human!" 

Well, Christ Almighty! That was her old man talking to a bunch of guys off 
the street, so to speak! I looked at Roy. He'd eaten it up! You could almost 
see in his eyes exactly what he was seeing somewhere there inside his head. 
As he started his story it was clear that what she had pulled on him was to 
call him in to roll up and take away the rugs. He was supposed to take the 
living room rug and the bedroom rug. It was assumed that he would take the 
living room rug first, which he did. He swore then that he was sure she was 
in the kitchen. She had been when he went downstairs with the first rug and 
since there were only the two rugs to take, it didn't occur to him at all 
that she would be in the bedroom, undressing or anything! 

Roy paused in his narrative here, but the imagery was too strong in his head 
now for him to stop telling what, after all, had been requested to be told. 
His pause was full of suppressed excitement, and his eye, accidentally, fell 
on the five hundred dollar bill. Taking a deep breath, he launched into the 
nitty-gritty of it all. He admitted that when he opened the bedroom door to 
get the rug he was supposed to and saw her taking her clothes off, he 
probably should have closed the door again. But as her husband had just 
described her, she was one hell of a gorgeous cunt, and he just couldn't 
help looking on. 

The ravishingly slender redhead seemed to be performing just for him even 
though she didn't look his way and didn't seem to notice him. He had closed 
the door slightly, leaving just enough opening to see. Maybe she hadn't 
known he was there. Toy glanced out of the corner of his big brown eye at 
Tom, whose expression was innocuous. I didn't believe she didn't know, but 
it wasn't my story to tell. I kept my mouth shut. 

Anyway, it seemed she put on this white thin creamy looking see-through 
gown, leaving the lace panties and brassiere on that she had been wearing 
before. Then she glided all the way around her bed and took a bottle of 
sherry from the night stand, poured herself a sherry glass full and then 
moved to admire herself in front of a full-length mirror. Sipping the 
sherry, she sighed with contentment as the warmth of the liquid spread 
through her body. The sigh was a pretty one, too, as she undoubtedly knew 
she was being watched. Roy assured us he had not been quiet coming back 
upstairs to get the bedroom rug. He had certainly not snuck up on her or 
anything like that. Honest to Gawd! 

But Sonia obviously felt a glow of satisfaction as she gazed at her sleekly 
rounded young body in the mirror, knowing that her appearance was still as 
fresh and attractive as when she was a teenager. She knew these things...as 
we all knew. Suddenly she stepped up on a pair of scales, peered down, and 
jumped off again. 

Roy Caroll watched as if hypnotized while the slender redhead slowly untied 
the ribbons of her creamy negligee. His heart began to pound furiously as he 
watched her drop the flimsy garment to the floor so that she stood dressed 
only in her lace brassiere and panties. Unconsciously he let his black hand 
travel down the stiffened shaft of flesh that throbbed hotly in the crotch 
of his white work trousers and began to rub it sensuously as the curvaceous 
woman studied herself in the mirror. 

In spite of the fact she knew Roy was around and was supposed to take the 
bedroom rug, Sonia Fellcimer was staring intently at her voluptuous figure, 
checking scrupulously to make sure she hadn't put on any extra weight, 
apparently, as though she had forgotten all about the rug cleaner. She stood 
at first with both hands on her hips, her legs slightly spread, while her 
eyes traveled down to her feet. Then she lifted each foot in turn, pointing 
her toes and caressing the slim ankles. 

Then she put her foot down, and Roy saw in the mirror that her gaze traveled 
upwards, lingering momentarily on her calves, then upward to her long firm 
thighs, pleased that her legs still retained the tapering slenderness she 
had always been so proud of. The gorgeous housewife let her hands wander 
over the silken smoothness of her thighs, then up across the taut flatland 
of her belly, then moved them upwards toward the fully thrusting mounds of 
her brassiere-encased titties. 

Not even really concealed in the other room, peeking through the door, Roy 
Caroll gasped as he eagerly watched each sensuous move of the pretty 
redheaded housewife. He couldn't make up his mind whether she knew he was 
there or she didn't. Gawd, she sure had a short memory if she didn't know! 
If she did know...well, he didn't mind if she wanted to put on an erotic 
performance for him. He knew her husband was away at sea somewhere and 
wasn't-likely to walk in while he was playing peeping Tom! 

Roy apparently knew that the expression "peeping Tom" had a certain 
significance, but he kept a straight face, watching his cuckolded host out 
of the corner of his eye. 

As a matter-of-fact, Roy usually had a small bottle of whiskey in his 
pocket. He didn't drink during working hours but enjoyed a belt the very 
minute work was over for the day. Being as he was the boss, no one could put 
up a kick about that! Now as Sonia stood almost naked in the bedroom, he 
reached in back of him, into his pants pocket and brought out the small 
bottle for just a tiny gulp. Christ, this was the life! He could feel heated 
waves of lewd desire pulsing in his rigidly straining blood-bulging cock as 
it thudded against the confines of his constricting trousers. He leered 
intently through the crack in the door, periodically drinking from the 
bottle, though he had not meant to touch it more than once, and barely able 
to conceal his steadily mounting excitement. 

The beautiful house wife, her curly red hair streaming down her back like a 
bubbling waterfall, cupped the full fleshiness of her tits in both hands, 
raising them, pleased that they were so firm and jutted proudly outward, 
even without the help of the brassiere. Tom had always praised her looks and 
particularly her sensuously ripened tits, and it made the young wife proud 
and happy to know her curvaceous body pleased the men. Whether or not she 
was wishing for her husband or anyone who came along, like the rug cleaner, 
was something Roy couldn't know, he said, but he could see that her nipples 
were beginning to grow taut and tingly from her touch. Gawd, he wanted to 
jump in then and there to caress those tits with his big black hands! 

Hete, Roy digressed a bit on the subject of hands. He said he had a girl 
once who'd hound him to do nothing but toutouch her fours because he had 
special hands, she said. It wasn't only that he could play a geetar like no 
one else in town with them, but she told him there was a warmth and 
sensitivity in his fingers that she could feel clear to her bones whenever 
he touched her. Of course he knew that hands trained to music were the 
outlet for feelings otherwise bottled inside, but she claimed that 
sometimes, when he ran his hands over her naked body, the chick almost had a 
complete orgasm from that excitement alone. It had made him kind of 
hand-conscious at times, so now, while watching Sonia, he could feel every 
curve and mound in his fingertips. He couldn't help himself. 

Sonia Fullcimer stood with her eyes half closed, hardly conscious of what 
she was doing, remembering all the good sex she had had with her husband 
and, who knows, whatever other lover she happened to think of. If she 
recalled Roy's being around, she was going to let things take their course. 
At the moment she was having her own experience and that's all that 
mattered. Almost as if in a dream, she reached behind her and unsnapped the 
hooks that held her brassiere in place. The restraining garment fell to the 
floor, and as the warm afternoon air brushed across her nakedly gleaming 
tits, the red buds of her nipples quivered erect, shivering with delight. 

But suddenly she caught the briefest glimpse of Roy's staring face in her 
mirror. God, he was a virile looking son of a bitch, she thought. Still 
holding her white tits upright for inspection, Sonia moved back a little 
from the mirror until she backed up against the bed. Her head reeled now 
with thoughts of the handsome black voyeur. The effects of the sherry, not 
her first of the day, combined with her dreamy erotic mood, coupled with 
knowing that he was watching as she had hoped, caused waves of warm desire 
to ripple through her man-hungry body. Unable to resist the rising spell of 
excitement, she lay back on the bed, and as she did, the coolness of the 
sheets against the rising warmth of her skin seemed to double the surging 
sense of lust that was overtaking her. Blissfully, she seemed to be floating 
away and soon...soon....How long could the man resist? 

For her there was no resisting the raging thrust of desire that now began to 
take hold of her so relentlessly. It was as if the frustration she always 
felt and tried to control whenever Tom went off like that, the unhappiness 
of being so alone, the worry for him, were suddenly swept away in a 
turbulent ocean of passion. 

Now she could think only of that masterful strong frame of black flesh just 
outside her door. She had considered him for some time before giving in to 
her baser passions and plotting to get him into her house. Now she was 
deliriously happy, for she was not a woman to regret once a decision had 
been made and acted upon. 

"Roy," she dared whisper but so softly she knew he couldn't hear. "Roy! Roy! 
Roy!" 

From his hiding place, Roy Caroll was wracked with a lewd hunger as he 
watched the voluptuous young redhead remove the last of her underclothing. 
Maybe she did think he had left. Perhaps she had forgotten about the bedroom 
rug in the throes of her lust. Gawd! He knew how hard it was for him to keep 
his mind on cool if he was once aroused. He gasped loudly as he saw Sonia 
run her slender hands down her thighs, but she apparently didn't hear him. 
Her hands finally came to rest on the raised mound of softly curling, red 
pubic hair. The big black rug cleaner could scarcely believe what he saw, 
and his painfully straining cock was responding with all the vigor of raw 
lust. Suddenly he heard her begin to moan aloud, and his ears strained to 
catch her words. 

"Lover, my lover, I want you! Please come to me, my darling," she was 
whispering. "I've got to have somebody now! I'll go crazy if I don't! I need 
you, my handsome lover! I want to be fucked! I want to be fucked! I need 
someone to fuck me!" 

She was whispering, but he heard. Something snapped then and there in Roy 
Caroll's head. As he heard her words, something broke his restraint in two, 
snapped it like a wooden match. Caught in the grip of an overwhelmingly 
powerful lust, he opened the door, half dizzy with obscene excitement, and, 
half-stumbling, ran into the room, drawn as if in a trance to the nakedly 
writhing young woman in Tom 

Fullcimer's unguarded bed. 

Christ, I got to break in here a minute to point out that Roy, the stupid 
ass, is telling his story from the point of view that everything is Tom 
Fullcimer's fault for being away so much! I mean how dumb can a guy be? 
Well, Christ, it's his neck, if he wants to rub Tom the wrong way. Why 
should I worry? 

Meanwhile, unaware of anything, supposedly, but her own uncontrollable 
passion, Sonia Fullcimer thrashed around violently on her bed, her eyes 
closed tightly as she began to thrust her outstretched fingers in and out of 
her hotly dilating under-used cunt. With her other hand she massaged her 
erect little clitoris to a mind-blowing sensitivity. Dream images of her 
peeking lover-to-be rose up in her brain like a hallucination of awesome 
reality. It was almost as if her eyes were wide open. But of course they 
mustn't be! She mustn't let on! She didn't know Roy Caroll and had no idea 
at what point he would be roused beyond rational self-control. She didn't 
want any arguments, any reservations. She wanted to be fucked. 

Faster and faster the beautiful redhead fucked her eager fingers up into her 
wetly throbbing, impatiently starving cunt. Rampant flashes of almost 
unbearable thrills tore through her flailing young body. The shamelessly 
aroused young housewife, was so overwhelmed that she really didn't hear the 
door open wider or sense that Roy was standing by the bed. She could see him 
behind her tightly closed eyes just as though he were standing there, but 
she didn't know he was yet. Soon, however, she felt the pressure on the 
mattress and became aware that someone else had joined her on the bed. The 
awareness was sudden and she quivered as though she had been lightly shocked 
with a bolt of electricity. Ah, yes, he was there now with her. It had to be 
Roy. She had asked if he had come alone or with someone to help carry the 
rugs. Roy had a reputation as a wonder because there wasn't a rug in town he 
couldn't handle by himself, but she had wanted to be sure. 

"Oh, my darling," she breathed at last. "Oh, my dearest!" Still, she did not 
open her eyes. He must be convinced that she was dreaming of her husband 
because the chances were that she would not have him again. She had long ago 
learned that some men hung on. They couldn't cope with a one time thing, 
and, God, Roy 

Caroll was loyal to everyone, his mother, his wife...usually...his family, 
his employees. Loyalty she didn't want! 

"Oh, God," she continued. "I need you so much! Aaaaaaahhhhh! Fuck me! 
Fuuuuuuuccccccccckkkkkkkkkk mmmmeeeeeeee!" 

The vile words burst from her lips in broken, gasping phrases, and her hands 
clawed at the black man's strong back, pulling him with all of her strength 
against her eagerly reaching hips. The passion-drenched young housewife, a 
sea-widow you could call her, moaned incoherently from deep in her throat as 
she felt the hotly throbbing head of his cock slowly part the moist lips of 
her pussy and slip rigidly, its veined granite-like hardness still 
inflating, inside. 

"Oh, yeeesssssssss! Oh my darling, hurrrrrrrrryyyyyyyyy!" 

The incoherent flame-haired beauty felt a great roaring heat filling her 
belly, swelling and expanding the sensuously undulating walls of her cuntal 
canal as the long lust-swollen hard cock drove up into her hungering cunt 
like a blazing ebony log. Her mind spun deliriously. Whirling pinwheels of 
color and light blinded her to everything but the raging torrent of desire 
in her loins. At this point she wouldn't have cared if it wasn't Roy! She 
wouldn't have cared who it was! It had been so long for her! 

Throwing her frantically kicking legs wide into the air, her fingernails dug 
into his naked ass-cheeks and aided his pounding rhythm as the shadowy man 
began to fuck into her with savage force. She couldn't help risking a tiny 
peek between the lush lashes of her emerald eyes. He was shadowy enough that 
she knew it was Roy. God, his shoulders were broad and muscular and 
appetizing! An explosion was building inside of the mindlessly aroused young 
housewife. With each new thrust of his stiffly ramming rod of a black cock 
she felt a new wave of ecstasy ripple outward from deep within her grinding 
hips. 

"Uuuuunnnnnnnggggggghhhhhhh!" she cried wildly, "Yeeeeeesssssssss! Harder, 
harder! Fuck me haaaarrrrrrdddeerrr!" 

The thirty seven year old rug cleaner had never known anything quite like 
this experience. He had had a few young girls flirt with him when he called 
at their houses on business, but no woman had thrown herself at him like 
this. He had sometimes wondered if one or two wouldn't like to but didn't 
have the nerve. Now Roy was nearly berserk from the lewd excitement that 
rocked through him, and he knew he couldn't hold back his orgasm much 
longer. He strained against the naked young redhead, driving himself as 
deeply as he could and trying desperately to hold back as long as possible. 

"Aaaaaaahh hhhhhhhh!" Sonia suddenly screamed. "Faster! Oh, R...Tom, 
faster!" Her fingernails raked his back as she strove to reach her torrid 
climax. "I'm going to cum soon...sooooooonnnnnn!" Maybe she figured he 
didn't catch that little slip in the name there, but he sure did. It made 
him a little bit wary, but, under the circumstances, he left it until later 
to figure out exactly what her little game could be. 

Sonia Fullcimer clung to him, arching her back higher and higher as the 
impending explosion grew and churned deep in her belly. The lust-crazed 
female cried over and over like a wounded animal, her face distorted into a 
mask of unbridled lust. Then, in the next moment, like a blinding, searing 
thunderbolt, she was there! 

"I'm cumming! Oh, yeeeeesssssssssss! Mmmmmmmrnrnm cuuuuuummmmmmmmmm 
mmiiiiiiinnnnnnnnnnnnggggggggggg!" 

At the very same time, Roy Caroli reached the pinnacle of his lust also, and 
grunting like a satisfied animal, he suddenly jetted scalding white streams 
of his sperm into her hotly convulsing pussy. His lust-swollen cock jerked 
within her clasping cuntal walls, each convulsive shudder spewing out new 
streams of male seed into her hot buttery depths. Sonia strained against 
him, hanging on with all her strength as she throbbed and cried out her own 
lust. Foaming streams of creamy liquid bubbled out from her hair-lined 
cuntal lips and rolled down the quivering crack of her ass to the sheets 
below. Moments later, the roaring tide of her mindless passion ebbed away, 
and Sonia fell back against the bed, her head lolling to one side, and soft 
mewling sounds of contentment escaped from her lax mouth. Roy Caroll 
collapsed next to her, panting with exhaustion. 

"Oh, Tom," the young housewife began to murmur then without opening her 
eyes. "Thank you so much for com. . . . " 

But in the next moment, her green eyes flew open. Of course it could not be 
Tom. Tom, her husband, was away at sea. She stared at Roy unblinkingly, 
appearing to freeze in horror. 

"Oh, my God," she cried. "You're not Tom!" 

Roy just grinned, but hysterically, she jumped from the bed, stumbled across 
the room, and grabbed up the filmy negligee, wrapping it around her 
curvaceous nakedness as though it were meant to hide something. 

"Oh, no! No! Noooooooooooo!" she cried as though she could not believe what 
her eyes beheld. She looked down at her trembling body and, seeing that the 
negligee wasn't doing much good, she cast it down and went to her closet for 
a more opaque garment. Roy supposed he ought to have gotten dressed right 
about then, but he was so amused by the entire performance that he was weak 
from suppressed laughter. 

"How in the world," she suddenly demanded, "did you come in here and fuck me 
without my realizing it?" She shook mightily as though a violent chill of 
horror had run through her delirious young body. She picked up a heavy 
ashtray from her bureau and waved it precariously over her head. Meanwhile, 
keeping an eye on both her and the ashtray. Once having picked it up and 
threatened him uselessly with it, she had to throw it, but it was easily 
ducked, and the heavy object careened safely into the bed. 

"Get out of here! Get out of here!" she screamed. Roy had his pants on, 
which he could zip, button, and buckle later. He would be as happy to get 
out of there as she would be to get rid of him. He was bursting for a good 
hearty laugh. But he held on to himself with remarkable forbearance, putting 
on his shirt and not bothering to button that, either. Instead, he quickly 
grabbed the young woman's arm and threw her to the bed, where he stood over 
her glowering at her with mock authority. 

"Now you just sit there out of the way until I get what I came for!" he 
said, starting to roll up the rug. 

 CHAPTER THREE 

Tom Fullcimer took a cigarette from his shirt pocket, then on second 
thought, took out the whole pack and offered it around. I was the only one 
that smoked but stuck pretty close these days to mild cigars. Seeing no 
ashtrays around when I first came, I thought it wiser to forget about 
smoking, but now with our host doing it, I took out my own cigar, refusing 
his butts. Tom got up and shuffled around the room a bit, looking around on 
the shelf that circled the room under the mirrors and between them. I coulda 
told him he wouldn't find one, but he didn't ask nobody. 

"Jack," he said suddenly to the nineteen year old delivery boy. "Run in and 
get a couple of ashtrays out of that cabinet in there, will you?" He 
gestured toward the room where he and Jack had earlier been for the coffee 
table. 

The kid, who had been cowering in his chair as though he would just as soon 
it would swallow him up and end his misery, got up and left the room 
obediently. One felt it would take time for him to get the ashtrays, which 
it did. He was in no hurry to return to the torture chamber and resume his 
unknown place in line, even though the strain was beginning to ease a 
little. Tom had still not shown any signs of rancor or other foreboding 
state of mind, even under the insinuations that Roy had just made about the 
seaman's guilt in this entire matter. Christ, I was beginning to think the 
guy was a robot, an android, maybe. He sure as hell wasn't human! 

Then, when Jack was safely gone from the room, Tom did something you just 
couldn't admire a guy for. It made me wonder about the Merchant Marines and 
what the military of this country was coming to. For Christ's sake, if we 
don't have honor, what've we got? He put the empty whiskey bottle into the 
center of the table and pointed it right at Jack's empty chair. 

I looked around to assess the reaction of the other guys. Dr. Benson didn't 
seem to notice what Tom had done even though he should have been the only 
guy there with a clear enough conscience to be observant. Roy Caroll looked 
like he was still trying to figure out why Sonia didn't want to admit it was 
him in bed with her. Carl Gustall, the grocer and Jack's boss, looked only 
quizzical. I was the only man there that was angry at the injustice. Christ, 
it's no wonder the world is falling to pieces. Okay, I told myself, so if no 
one else cares, why should you? 

So when Jack came back, he handed the ashtrays directly to Tom, who slid one 
across the table to me. Then the poor young kid slipped into his chair as 
far back as he could sit and stared with grotesque terror at the 
imperious-looking empty neck of the whiskey bottle just as though he were 
looking down the barrel of a gun. 

Fullcimer didn't say a thing, just reached out and dirtied the ashtray with 
the ash he had been saving while waiting for Jack to return. I had taken out 
a cigar but hadn't lit it. I now did so with nonchalance and a lack of 
concern for the rest of the little drama that was going on around the table. 
Christ, this whole thing was getting to be a farce. I'd have asked to go 
home if I wasn't kind of curious about the other stories. Then, I'd feel 
like an ass-hole, too, if a young squirt like Tom Fullcimer refused 
permission to leave to an old codger like me, old enough to be his father, 
for Christ's sake! No, it was better to play along at Tom's pace, I decided. 
The one liberty I dared take was to get up rather noisily, scraping my chair 
on the unfinished wood floor...whoever built the house never finished the 
third floor...and helping myself to another shot of whiskey, not forgetting 
to offer it 'around the table. Everyone except young Jack nudged his glass 
toward the bottle I held. The kid looked paralyzed. Christ, I really felt 
for him! 

Then, surprisingly, Carl Gustall spoke up. Maybe it wasn't no big surprise 
when you stop to think. Carl was a big, still handsome, middle-aged widower, 
who'd never had any kids. Consequently, any delivery boy he hired, of 
whatever color, he automatically adopted for the length of their business 
association. Since Jack Hull was his son of the moment, Carl spoke brusquely 
but fatherly. 

"If you're going to pick on the kid, Tom, you better pick on me," he said. 
It was kind of a gruff thing to say under the circumstances, but Tom knew 
Carl like the rest of us did, and it was the sort of thing you expected from 
the grocer. People complained about his gruffness, although they didn't say 
much about his heart, which was gigantic. There was a lot of credit given at 
his store. On the other hand, I suspect people did kind of like his 
gruffness, too. Sometimes he turned it on so sudden you jumped out of your 
shoes, especially if it was you he was being gruff with. On the other hand, 
it made you feel kind of protected, as though Carl Gustall, you knew, was 
your first line of defense if you were in need. 

"Jack ain't got any story to tell, Tom," Carl continued. "When the little 
redhead set her sights on Jack, he come straight to me and told me he didn't 
want to deliver any more groceries to Mrs. Fellcimer's house. I told him the 
next time he had groceries to come to your house, I'd be with him. There's 
slow times of the day when Brad can handle the store by himself, and that's 
how we planned it." The big man paused and settled back in his chair. He had 
switched the little one for a larger one, more his size. I looked over at 
Jack. He, too, had relaxed. When he looked at his boss, he seemed grateful, 
but there was usually a shadow of misery still hanging over his young 
features. 

It seemed that at first Carl had meant to barge in on the wily woman after 
having Jack go in first, inciting her to tip her hand by flirting with the 
kid or whatever she had in mind. Then he would give her a tongue lashing 
like she had never known and threaten to tell the authorities, the 
neighbors, and her husband if she bothered Jack again. As it turned out, he 
did wait until Jack was inside a while, longer than he needed to be to set 
the groceries down, and then he barged in as planned. She had sat the kid at 
the table and was plying him with a coke and cookies, but Carl could sense 
the telltale tremors of excitement in her voluptuous body even without 
touching her. Her big tits felt like big hungry magnets, and she sat at the 
table with them lying on her arms as though she herself enjoyed the feel of 
them jiggling on her wrists and forearms. It was obvious she was stalking 
her prey. She knew and he knew and Jack knew, but not being caught with her 
pants down, so to speak, she had only to deny her intentions. What was there 
to prove. Carl was called upon to change his strategy. 

The big grocer smiled at the lovely woman as though butter wouldn't melt in 
his mouth. She offered him a cup of coffee, and he sat down at the end of 
the table with his chair carefully moved toward her side so that she was in 
reach. Then, indicating with his expression that they were going to pull a 
fast one on the boy. he dropped his hand to her thigh. He moved it all the 
way up until it was nestled firmly between the juncture of her legs, 
noticing that she had to inch her body down a little on her chair for him to 
be able to reach it. There was no doubt of the violent, trembling sensation 
of sexual hunger that raced through her and into his own sensitive hand. 

She pretended to panic. He had touched her and aroused her, had moved her 
attention from the boy onto himself. Carl felt the hot moistness of her 
skin, felt her move beneath his hand and knew then that this little lamb, 
like every available broad in a radius of three towns around, was going to 
succumb very readily to his slaughter! He could tell that she had been 
drinking, too, even this early in the morning, and that should help. 

The confused redhead, having set her cap this time for Jack Hull, was in 
conflict over whether she should let the big grocer move in on this or not. 
She tried to tear her thoughts away from the strong erotic feelings that 
Carl was triggering in her body. She had had too damn much to drink, she 
decided. She had to force her eyes to concentrate on her cup as she drank 
her coffee, and she doubted that her sexual arousal caused that! Still, the 
big guy sure had what it takes! She couldn't seem to resist and found 
herself involuntarily spreading her legs so that he could touch the soft 
silken band of her panties running down between her legs. It felt so good, 
so incredibly good, that she couldn't hold together all the ramifications of 
what was happening. Instead, the tipsy young housewife squirmed sensuously 
beneath the grocer's touch, craving more of the delicious sensations that 
were spreading so obscenely through her body. 

Momentarily, she recalled that she had meant to try out Jack this time, but 
the thoroughly experienced grocer's hand, pressed so hotly and lewdly 
between her legs, had aroused a maelstrom of hungering excitement throughout 
her helplessly responding body. Slowly, her brain began to grow more and 
more foggy as if the young housewife was being enveloped in a sensual dream. 
He was sure electric. She may well have met her match here! Suddenly he 
picked her up like a rag doll and carried her toward the bedroom. 

"Go ahead and open the door for me," Carl ordered, and the young man jumped 
up to do as he was told. There seemed to have been a change in plans, he was 
thinking, not without curiosity as to how he was going to fit into these new 
arrangements. He hoped that Carl was not so out of date that he thought 
nineteen was too young for anything stronger than holding hands! He'd had 
plenty of girls! It was just that he'd been afraid of getting in trouble if 
he had allowed Mrs. Fellcimer to have her way with him. 

The beautiful redhead now lay on her own bed, obviously floating on a 
euphoric cloud of pleasure. Both Carl and Jack had noticed the empty sherry 
bottle on the night stand, and when their eyes met, Carl saw that it was 
with mutual understanding. 

"Let's get her undressed," the grocer suggested to his delivery boy. 

"Yeah, man," Jack grinned. He would have been scared stiff to do anything 
like this by himself, but with Mr. Gustall there to do it with him, Jack 
Hull was on top of the world! 

Meanwhile, Sonia was aware that a thousand hands seemed to be touching her 
everywhere at once, and she could dimly sense the clothes being removed from 
her body. Vaguely, somewhere in the deepest recesses of her consciousness, 
she knew she had lost control of the situation and that this loss of control 
might be dangerous. She ought to struggle and resist, but she couldn't bring 
herself to care. She could only helplessly surrender to the flowing tide of 
sensuous pleasure that washed over her in waves of delight. 

Carl knelt at the edge of the bed, rubbing the tips of his fingers 
caressingly down the velvet undersides of her nakedly exposed thighs. Then 
slowly and with obscene delight, he pulled the sheer nylons she was wearing 
from her long tapered legs, breathing heavily, his eyes glowing with desire. 

Jack Hull had carefully removed her dress, and now, raising her slightly, 
the black-skinned delivery boy unhooked the fasteners of her brassiere and 
carefully pulled the lacey garment away, tossing it to the floor. Both men 
grinned in obscene appreciation as they saw for the first time the 
unbelievable fullness of her rose-tipped white titties. Then, with a 
conspiratorial smile, they each moved to one side of her to remove the last 
article of clothing, the delicate lacey sheath of her bikini panties. 

Slowly, almost ritualistically, they hooked their fingers into the tight 
elastic waistband and then eased the flimsy garment gradually down over the 
full swell of her hips and peeled the material away from the wetly matted 
mound of red pussy hair nestled like a tiny fire up between her thighs. 
Unconsciously, Sonia arched her back, trying, in her alcoholic and 
sex-clouded state, to help them as much as she could. Finally, they pulled 
the wispy thin panties down the long curving smoothness of her legs until 
the underwear swung free of her feet. Finally, the garment was tossed onto 
the pile of clothes on the floor. 

It was quite a sight as moving almost simultaneously, the men began to move 
a set of pink hands and a set of black ones over the softly glistening white 
curves of her ripely developed young body, sliding their fingers across the 
satiny flesh of her sloping shoulders, sensuously moving down each arm and 
then across the thrusting expanse of her naked tits. 

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmnnnnnnnnn!" the semi-conscious young housewife moaned, her wet 
tongue darting back and forth to moisten the dryness of her lips. Her body 
began to tremble as two pairs of male lips began to nibble lewdly at the 
berry-like buds of her nipples. Hands and mouths, hot and wet, seemed to be 
everywhere, surrounding her, sliding across the almost unbearable 
sensitivity of her erotically tingling skin. 

"Ooooohhhhhhhhh yeeeeeesssssssss," she groaned uncontrollably. "It feels 
sooooo gooooooood!" 

Carl Gustall moved back then, allowing Jack to continue fondling the nakedly 
exposed body of the seaman's wife while Carl hurriedly began to undress. In 
seconds, he was dropping his shorts to reveal his long thick cock, swollen 
hard with blood, pulsating in eager anticipation. It was even pinker than he 
was. His cum-congested balls beneath were aching with lust as he motioned 
for his delivery boy to also undress. 

As Jack hastened to obey, the naked grocer forced Sonia's legs wide apart, 
and with a cry of obscene desire, suddenly buried his face in her softly 
curling pussy hair. A second later, he fucked his wet tongue deep up inside 
her wetly heated cunt. 

"Aaaaaauuuuuuuugggggggghhhhhhhhh!" 

Tom Fellcimer's wife was half-mad with passion now, making strange guttural 
noises as she tried to reach the big blond head with her hands, trying to 
hold him there. She had never experienced such overwhelming excitement in 
her entire life! She didn't believe it was possible. She could feel 
Gustall's long wetly licking tongue probing and darting into the 
nerve-filled recesses of her tingling cunt, could feel him take the 
lust-hardened bud of her sensitive little pinkened clitoris between his 
teeth and nibble at it, sending wave after wave of lewd pleasure shooting 
through her helplessly writhing young body. 

The young black delivery boy quickly finished undressing, and even Carl had 
to stare in disbelief. He knew the kid worked faithfully with his weights 
and his powerful black body gleamed in the soft morning light through the 
pink curtains of the bedroom as he came back to the bed to join the naked 
couple already there. But the unexpected was the size of his huge rigidly 
thickened cock, which was swaying stiffly like a steel crane. His balls 
bulged tightly beneath as he took the drugged young housewife's wildly 
trembling legs and spread them wider apart so that his grocer boss could 
return to burrowing his mouth and tongue even deeper into the gorgeous 
woman's gaping red-hair-rimmed cuntal hole. 

Sonia Fellcimer's mind and senses were reeling in a whirlpool of passion and 
forbidden desire. Flames of lewd pleasure rose searingly between her splayed 
thighs as Carl's tongue probed deeper and deeper into the. sweetly throbbing 
heat of her starved pussy. Her arms flailed wildly and her hips churned 
violently in alcohol-spurred lust as she shamelessly offered up her secret 
flesh to anyone who would take it. 

"Deeper! Stick your tongue in deeper!" she begged over and over again, 
scarcely believing the erotic sensations that enveloped her from head to 
foot when her grocer grasped the sensitive shaft of her clitoris between his 
teeth and tongue and rolled it salaciously around in his mouth. Suddenly, 
she was groaning loudly in disappointment as a cool rush of air passed over 
her wildly excited pussy. Oh God! Carl Gustall had pulled away just as she 
was reaching for a climax! 

The younger man, Jack Hull, however, continued to hold the slightly drunken 
young housewife's legs wide apart while the vengeful grocer quickly 
repositioned himself in the sixty-nine position over Sonia's exposed 
nakedness so that he straddled her face with his knees. With an obscene moan 
of hunger, he buried his face once more in the succulent moist warmth of her 
pussy. 

The beautiful cheating wife of Tom Fellcimer felt something brush across her 
face and opening her eyes, saw Carl Gustall's huge swollen prick with its 
lewd darkened veins only inches from her delicate lips. The startled woman 
gasped at the size of it, almost crying out in fear as he once more fucked 
his tongue hotly down, sliding it inside her maddingly throbbing pussy. But 
then, driven wild by the erotic sensations, she curled her hands greedily in 
between the widower's legs and reached for his thickly pulsating rod of male 
flesh. Raising her head, she ovaled her mouth wide and encircled it with the 
heated warmth of her lips, trying to draw its entire length into her 
lust-hungry mouth. 

Finally pulling it inside, Sonia began to suck on his blood-pinkened prick 
eagerly, as a child sucked on a peppermint lollipop, running her tongue 
feverishly up and down the soft underside, over the veins like guitar 
strings, thrilling as it throbbed and pulsed to her oral ministrations. Tiny 
fires kept exploding with blinding ferocity in her brain as Gustall began to 
fuck his hotly throbbing shaft in and out of the soft wet heat of her 
buttery mouth in unison with the strokes of his tongue fucking in and out of 
her cunt below. 

Suddenly, the over-sexed seaman's wife began to gasp and make little 
animal-like sounds. There was a fresh, even stronger burst of pleasure in 
her cuntal hole, resounding waves of an obscene passion that crashed inside 
her churning cunt like a tempestuous ocean in a storm. Her lips and tongue 
stopped their greedy sucking of the grocer's long thick pink cock as she 
felt her climax raging toward a fiery threshold. When she stopped sucking, 
however, Carl pulled his mouth away. Immediately getting the message and 
surrendering to the onslaught of a mindless passion, the quivering young 
housewife began to suck the hotly throbbing thickness of his lust-bloated 
cock with all her might. 

Her beautiful cheeks hollowed and swelled, and her belly rose and fell 
frantically as her abdominal and cuntal muscles pulled at his tongue. A 
violent explosion was beginning deep inside of her womb, and in the next 
moment it happened! Her orgasm erupted! It exploded in blinding, searing 
flashes of uncontrollable pleasure. At the same time, because of her 
increased sucking, Carl, too, reached orgasm and suddenly, hot gushes of his 
foaming sperm spurted into the voraciously sucking young housewife's mouth. 

"Uuuuunnnnnngggggghhhhhhh!" the stocky grocer groaned into Sonia's wetly 
convulsing cunt. "Aaaa aaaaannnnnnnngggggggghhhhhh! Suck, you bitch! Take it 
all! Suck! Suck!" 

It seemed like ages later when their passion began to abate. Carl pulled 
away from the lovely woman, collapsing on the bed near the exhausted young 
housewife. Sonia lay half-unconscious, trying to control the quivering in 
her legs, feeling as if she was enveloped in a soft cocoon of darkness and 
warmth, calming her, and allowing her to drift off into a pleasant state of 
unknowing peace. Dimly, she heard Carl speak. 

"Okay. Jack! It's your turn, pal! Show her a little bit about how the young 
men do it now days, huh?" 

Jack needed no urging after watching everything up to this point with 
frantic anticipation. Grinning lewdly, he began to run his hands over the 
sweat-streaked body of the ravishing redhead as he knelt between her widely 
stretched legs. Carl watched with lewd interest, excited by the contrast of 
the black-skinned delivery boy's muscular body against the unblemished 
whiteness of Sonia Fellcimer's slender frame. He smiled softly to himself, 
certain that by the time his delivery boy got through with her, too, and she 
regained consciousness from her drunken and sexual stupor, she would be so 
ashamed and humiliated at what she had so carelessly brought upon herself 
that she would never, ever cheat on her husband again and certainly not pick 
on the delivery boy if she did! Because if she did, he vowed, he would 
surely go to Tom. . . . 

While the grocer searched for the bathroom, intending to take a fast shower 
for himself, Sonia lay on the bed and submitted willingly to the 
ministrations of the powerful young man's hands as he massaged and kneaded 
every inch of her naked flesh, her thighs, her hips, her proud, 
cherry-topped tits. Her nipples blushed redder, it seemed, and then hardened 
once more as Jack Hull cupped the ivory fullness of her tits between his two 
huge palms, making ripples of new desire tingle through her alcohol-woozied 
nervous system. She found herself opening her emerald eyes so that she could 
watch the gentleness of the boy who was now giving her so much pleasure. He 
handled her tits like basketballs. 

It took a moment for her beautiful eyes to focus, and then she saw him over 
the swelling curves of her titties. She saw his hands, the big powerful 
shoulders and chest and the glistening ebony darkness of his skin. She 
hadn't realized fully that this was, after all, what she had been after in 
the first place. He looked so different without his clothes on. The heavy 
white shirt he usually wore hid a multitude of manly muscles and, 
apparently, self-confidence. Perhaps too much self-confidence and for a 
moment she was terrified, terrified of his strangeness, his darkness, but 
then, in the next second, her fears washed away by another wave of ecstasy 
as his hands moved down her body to cup the raised triangular mound up 
between her legs. He sat at her side now while his hands caressed and molded 
the sparse hair-covered mound between her legs as if he were trying to 
change its shape. 

The beautiful love-starved sea-widow stared in fascination at the 
unexpectedly broad expanse of Jack's flawlessly muscled back, watching the 
hard flesh ripple as he moved. Then, as he moved his black hands tenderly 
down her sensitive white inner thighs, she threw her head back moaning, 
closing her eyes once more, and reveling in the delicious sensations that 
raced through her sex-crazed body. 

"Don't. . . don't be afraid, Mrs. Fellcimer," he murmured strangely and 
certainly unnecessarily. 

She thought maybe he was the one who needed reassurance and started to 
answer him. She wanted to tell him that all she wanted was for him never to 
stop giving her such exciting pleasure with his warm gentle hands, but no 
words came because a new wave of trembling desire began to rush through her. 
Instinctively she reached out her hands and began to explore the virile 
delivery boy's powerful body. She caressed the furry hardness of his muscled 
chest, the rippling washboard muscles of his stomach, and then Finally down 
until her hands touched the wiry curls of black pubic hair. In the next 
moment, her fingers enclosed the gigantic throbbing black shaft that rose 
from the center of his loins. 

My God! she thought in her alcoholic delirium. I'll never be able to take 
that huge thing inside of me. And there was no doubt that for nineteen years 
old, it was enormous! Uncertain as she was, though, she couldn't resist 
touching the massively swollen cock, and she ran her hand up and down the 
entire length of it, trying to encircle it with her Fingers. And as she 
scratched her fingernails across the pulsating hardness of his lewdly 
bloated upward-jutting prick, it seemed to grow even larger, not steadily, 
but in a series of slightly jerking motions. Finally, the young housewife 
couldn't wait any longer. 

"Jack," she pleaded. "Do it to me, honey! I want you to come into me with 
that. . . that gorgeous...Ooooohhhh! Aaaaahhhhhh! Do it, please! 
Pleeeeaaaassssee!" 

While she was still speaking, the black-skinned delivery boy began to slide 
over on top of her wantonly writhing body and position himself between her 
open thighs. Arching her hair-covered cunt hungrily up to meet him, Sonia 
spread her legs wide, drew her knees up until they touched her tits, and 
tried to open herself as wide as possible to accept his thick lust-rigid 
prick that he was slowly lowering toward her wetly pulsing cuntal hole. 
Reaching down with her hands, she began to guide him into her, a mixture of 
fear and desire rippling through her entire being. 

"You're...it's so big!" she almost laughed nervously. "I'm afraid! I'm 
afraid I can't take it!" Suddenly she remembered his words about not being 
afraid. That was why he had said them, she realized. Every girl he had ever 
fucked had probably cowered before the size of his cock! Her words had come 
tumbling out almost incoherently as she tried momentarily to stop him, 
herself, but it was too late. The long-frustrated delivery boy was not going 
to let her go now! 

"Don't worry, Mrs. Fellcimer," he grinned down at her. "I won't hurt you, 
but I don't want to disappoint you either. This party was on your 
invitation, wasn't it?" 

He then lowered himself with the aid of her trembling hands until the smooth 
rubbery head of his blood-engorged cock touched the moistly heated layers of 
sensitive flesh up between her legs. She felt the long hard shaft begin to 
part her quivering cuntal slit and insinuate its way between the widely 
stretched lips of her pussy already lubricated by the flowing juices of her 
shamelessly aroused body. 

The Merchant Marine's wife groaned, for her entire insides seemed to be 
stretching and expanding to receive the delivery boy. There wasn't much pain 
at First, just a straining belt of tightness spreading through her loins. 
But then it began to hurt her. 

"No! Noooooo!" she cried in agony. "I can't stand it! It's too much! 
Nooooooo!" 

"Hey! I gotta break in here because Jack Hull looks like he's gonna fall 
through his chair over there. If you remember, it ain't Jack telling this 
tale but Carl Gustall, and frankly, between you and me, I think he's 
spreading it on a bit thick. However, that ain't my business. Tom can't be a 
complete idiot!" 

Anyway Sonia Fellcimer screamed in pain over and over again, twisting and 
writhing beneath him as though he were impaling her with a meat cleaver 
instead of only his lust-hardened cock. Then just when she thought it would 
never end, the pain gradually subsided and was replaced with a renewed flood 
of lustful desire. Jack fucked his pulsating hardness with its marble-like 
veins deeper into her under-used cunt, but so slowly that the increase was 
almost imperceptible, and the pain that would have otherwise been torturous 
was erased by the hot slippery liquids oozing from the walls of Sonia's 
frantically aroused pussy. 

Just the same, the huge over-sized cock was too monstrous for her...he had 
hoped it would be different with a grown woman...and Jack found that he was 
unable to completely bury his lust-swollen prick all the way down into her 
straining cuntal cavity. When he found that he had probed as far as he could 
go up into her belly, there still remained almost two inches of his long rod 
of lewdly inflated flesh outside of her. 

The impaled young housewife held her knees spread apart as far as possible 
and raised her hips even higher, desperately trying to absorb more of his 
huge black cock, but it was no use. It would take several times, and Sonia 
made it an iron clad rule not to let a man at her more than once! 

Jack remained motionless for a few seconds, allowing her inexperienced body 
to become accustomed to something of this huge size skewering into her 
hungering cunt, but she began to claw at his back, pleading for him to move 
within her. 

"Oh, please fuck me now, Jacky! Now! I want you to fuck me right now! 
Pleeeeaaaassssse!" Her words spurred him immediately into action. With a 
deep-throated grunt he began to thrust himself into her with great powerful 
strokes. She strained and squirmed against his thickened hardness as it 
pounded relentlessly deeper and deeper up into her lewdly arching body. 

"Aaaaaannnnnnggggghhhhhhhh!" she wailed with a strange mixture of agony and 
masochistic passion. "You're splitting me apart, but I loooooowwwwvee it!" 
Her cry filled the bedroom as his great glistening black body, dripping with 
sweat, began fucking his long rigid prick in and out of the burning heat of 
her cunt. 

It was just about this time that Carl reappeared again from taking a shower, 
dressed in one of Tom's robes that he had found hanging in the bathroom. It 
was really just draped over his shoulders and would never encircle his 
girth, of course, but he wore it back into the bedroom so he could put his 
clothes on while watching what was going on with Sonia and Jack. For awhile 
he just stood against the door frame, watching with lewd excitement as Jack, 
crying lustily with throaty animal noises, mercilessly fucked his enormously 
throbbing black cock down into the ivory white body beneath him. The 
voyeuristic grocer felt his own lust rising again as he watched the 
salacious spectacle taking place before his eyes. Finally, he began to 
stroke himself, leaning against the door frame, as the cries and moans from 
the bed drove him into a near frenzy of passion. The pressure mounted in his 
body as he closed his eyes and listened to the erotic screams of the 
flailing young housewife. 

"Oooooohhhhhhhhhh!" Sonia cried in ecstasy. "I'm cumming! I'm 
cuuuuummmmmmmmmiiiiinnnnnnnggggggggg!" 

As she ground her convulsing devouring wet cunt tight up into the loins of 
the violently fucking delivery boy, Jack began to shake with excitement as 
he, too, reached the climax of his lust. With a roar of triumphant release, 
he began to buck his muscular black young body with even greater force, 
suddenly spurting his hot liquid sperm far up into the feverishly thrashing 
redheaded housewife's quivering belly. On and on the thrusting orgasm came, 
and Jack grunted in a mindless pleasure as a seemingly endless flow of male 
seed shot out like bullets from his gargantuan nineteen year old prick. 
Finally, as he watched the end of his orgasm, he collapsed upon the 
trembling body of the twice-fucked woman beneath him. 

Carl stood away from the door frame and the robe fell off his shoulders. 
"Come on, woman," he half chuckled, half grunted. "Show me what you're 
worth, baby!" 

Whether Sonia was still too dazed by alcohol or sex or both to do anything 
else but obey his every command or whether she just couldn't resist another 
round, he couldn't say, but she crawled out from under the limp and 
cooperative delivery boy and got off the bed only to drop to her knees on 
the floor of the burly grocer. She took his semi-erect, lust-hardening prick 
deep into her mouth in long tantalizingly slow thrusts of her gorgeous red 
head with its curls of golden flame cascading around her nakedly exposed 
form. With each lewd bob, her wet tongue encircled his pulsating 
blood-engorged length like a twisting snake. 

Carl Gustall's ample hips were pumping back and forth in time with her 
buttery mouth. His own mouth was open, sucking air into his lungs. His eyes 
were half-closed, glazed, his hands reaching beefily down to try to grab 
Sonia's titties. He loved it and only meant to punish her more. He did not 
understand, after all they had put her through, how she could still be so 
greedy! 

The red-haired housewife, however, only concentrating on sucking his 
enormous white cock. She had one hand between his legs, feeling his 
hairiness on her wrist and the back of her hand, cupping his scrotum, 
manipulating his balls. The other hand was wrapped snugly around the base of 
his lewdly bloated shaft. 

Carl's breath finally caught. He didn't expect too much of her, mind you. He 
warned her in a miserable groan, because he was still human, after all, and 
didn't want to see it come to an end. 

"I. . . I'm gonna cum!" he told her, expecting her to pull away. 

Instead, Sonia moved her head faster, her wide open pink lips taking more 
and more long, hard, wet inches of his aching veined member into her hungry 
throat. 

Carl didn't know much what was happening. He groaned again, a tremulous 
thrill-packed sound, and muttered, "Let me feel your tits!" 

Obediently, the missing seaman's wife shifted her position on the floor and 
raised herself so that he could reach and grasp one of her magnificent white 
tits. He squeezed her flesh hard, then moaning and gasping ecstatically, he 
ejaculated his creamy hot semen into the voracious redhead's suctioning 
mouth. Sonia knew he was cumming. She could tell by the swelling and 
increased throbbing of his lust-rigid cock in her sensitive mouth. Besides, 
he had warned her so she was not taken entirely by surprise. When the first 
spurt of his white-hot sperm jetted into her mouth, she did not gag or pull 
off him. Instead, she fastened her lips tighter around his pounding 
lust-swollen hardness and lashed her tongue wetly about in the sticky 
immersion of hot flowing sperm. 

Carl Gustall's face grew taut and twisted with the intensity of his 
enjoyment, and a low animal growl rattled in his throat. The veins stood out 
in his red neck and forehead as he threw his head back and closed his blue 
eyes. Finally he pushed Sonia's beautiful red head away with unwilling hands 
and dropped to the bed beside the staring delivery boy. 

"Christ Almighty!" he told her, lying there panting, "Christ, can you ever 
suck cock!" 

The lovely housewife had swallowed her grocer's massive output of cum. She 
had obviously swallowed it without second thought. Now she staggered up from 
the floor and threw herself to rest across the end of the bed. 

But now Jack had begun to swell into hardness again. Sonia missed the sight 
of his bloating black cock as she threw herself onto her back and stretched 
like a cat stretches after a tense dream chasing mice. She didn't miss it 
long. Before she knew what was happening, he had placed it between her tits. 
The emerald eyes opened and glittered with amusement and affection. Pressing 
her voluptuous tits together with the palms of her hands, she held him there 
obscenely massaging him between the soft white mounds until at long last she 
felt him growing completely rigid again. 

Finally she released his responding swollen shaft and slipped down between 
his legs, shoving her pussy lewdly forward so that he could feel the heat of 
her passion. She was a glutton for punishment or persistence, one or the 
other. She rubbed hard and fast against him as he continued to grow lewdly 
and felt his hands at her titties, squeezing them until she wanted to cry 
out. She slid up higher on him until she could rub her wet cuntal lips over 
the hot, slippery, rubber-like head of his blood-filled cock. It was pink in 
spite of the black skin, she marveled. Lowering her head so that her 
gorgeous red and gold glistening curls fell forward at each side of her 
face, she looked down and watched his lust-engorged shaft easing up into the 
hair-trimmed hole between her legs. It disappeared slowly up inside the 
entire lust-rigid length of it like a thick log being swallowed up in the 
flames of a furnace. 

It was considerably easier this time. She couldn't really tell, but she 
thought a great deal more of it went in than before. Of course, she was on 
top of him now. She turned over so that now the delivery boy was on top of 
her. Then she lunged upward, pressing her pelvis desperately hard against 
his, his stone-hard cock traveling a little farther again inside of her. It 
was a slow train in a long tunnel. The way the train was jerking along, it 
would never make it, at least not this time, and according to Sonia's 
iron-clad policy, that meant never. She twisted and swiveled frantically as 
he fucked it into her, slapping his belly against hers with each violent 
thrust he made between her thighs. Supporting himself with a hand'at each 
side of her head, he bent forward so he could kiss and lick and suckle her 
pure white titties. 

There was still some pain involved for the beautiful Sonia Fellcimer, but it 
was lost in the unwanted lust that came over her, increasing in intensity 
until it swelled in her throat and reached the exploding point. Then all at 
once, everything peaked, his orgasm and hers simultaneously. She flung 
herself upward in a vicious arc, slamming her pelvis against him, once, 
twice, three times, and held herself there, moaning wildly as his creamy 
sperm splattered hotly in her hungering womb and the world exploded behind 
her tightly clenched, lash-hidden, emerald eyes. 

The room quieted as her moans subsided gradually into silence, and there was 
only the wetly sucking sound of Jack Hull withdrawing his flaccid prick from 
between her legs and rising from the bed. From his spot against the door 
frame, Carl suddenly became aware that the seaman's wife had fainted from 
exhaustion, her arms and legs spread obscenely out on the bed as though she 
were a rag doll, tossed by a child in restless sleep. 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

After Carl Finished talking I found myself thinking a lot of stupid 
questions that Fd never ask, like whether they revived her before they got 
dressed and went back to work or whether they took showers or whether they 
had a cup of coffee. Now that I look back I believe the reason such silly 
things popped into my head was because I thought they had hung around too 
long. If they had been silly enough to hang around that long, why not hang 
around the rest of the afternoon? In other words, I thought they had done a 
stupid thing to hang around for a second go when we were all gathered here 
in this walnut room, around this square coffee table, to defend our 
innocence against a woman, a situation, whatever, into which we did not get 
entangled willingly and from which we tried to escape at the earliest 
possible opportunity. We had to all hang together or hang separately as old 
Patrick would have said. I ain't sure that's really true, but that's the way 
I felt. Carl had betrayed the brotherhood of innocents around that table. We 
had to band together and say the same thing: it was all her fault! It 
couldn't very well be her fault one day and someone else's fault another 
day, I reasoned. She was either a whore or she wasn't! If she was a whore, 
then all of us were dupes. That was our case before her cuckolded husband, 
or we had no case: we were all dupes! 

Suddenly I realized that there was a loophole by which Carl's story might be 
saved for the defense. "Carl, did you ask her to come suck your cock when 
you was standing by the door?" I didn't care if he answered. I just wanted 
to remind Tom Fellcimer of that part of the story because I remembered Carl 
had not mentioned asking her. Sonia had been the aggressor even here, I 
wanted to state loud and clear. 

Whatever Carl had to say, he opened his mouth, but it was not his voice we 
heard. Jack Hull not only recalled the story, but he also recalled what had 
happened, naturally. Apparently his anger was too much for him and broke 
through his cowering like a stone through plate glass. 

"What for, you white bastard," he cried, "you say I put my cock between her 
tits?" He pronounced "tits" as "teets." 

"Uh," Carl grunted, closing his mouth. 

"Yessssss," Jack affirmed, glowering at all of us. "He asked her to put his 
prick in her mouth that second time, but I didn't put my cock between her 
tits. She put it there herself! And also!" Jack raved, banging the flat of 
his palm on the table so that even the five hundred bill jumped. "I ain't 
that big no how! What for your say I'm that big, Mr. Gustall?" Jack asked 
him then, deep hurt in his voice. 

"It don't matter none. It really don't matter none, Jack," Tom Fellcimer 
said gently. "Let's not have no fights and spoil the evening now, okay? 
Ain't you guys hungry?" he asked, looking around suddenly as though he 
wondered why we hadn't asked to be fed. Christ, the peanuts were all gone 
long ago! 

"Yeah, Tom," I spoke up. "Now that you mention it, the old stomach's 
rumbling away!" For some reason I felt on top of things, really on top. I 
had had quite a bit to drink, of course. I laughed. Jovially. 

Carl was looking at Jack Hull with a kind of wounded animal expression, but 
if Tom said it didn't matter, then I was willing to believe it. After all, 
Tom held the cards and was making the rules tonight. Christ, all we were was 
checkers on the red squares, I guess. 

Tom pushed his chair away from the table. "I'll go get some sandwiches," he 
said. 

"Bring a deck of cards," I suggested, more on top of it than ever. He smiled 
and disappeared down the stairs again. 

The minute he was gone, Carl leaned toward Jack. "Listen, Jack, I'm sorry I 
got any details wrong. I wasn't thinking of what happened. I was thinking 
about what I should tell. This dude is her husband, you know. And you're 
right," he continued, getting something in before Jack could object again. 
"I should have made a point, a special point, that she was the one who put 
your prick between her tits. I didn't notice that mistake." He smiled 
broadly at his delivery boy. 

He smiled warmly, fatherly. "Glad you brought it up. Just might have saved 
the day, Jacky, my boy," he said grandly. You gotta hand it to old Gustall, 
I thought. He's sure willing to give a man his pride. 

"I ain't no boy. I'm nineteen," Jack mumbled, almost incoherently. He didn't 
want to be handed anything right now, even pride. He had stood on his own 
two feet with Carl and Tom a little while ago. He kind of liked that feeling 
of grabbing for himself. 

"Uh...say," I asked then, not of anyone in particular. "What do you guys 
think this is all about? Anyone got any ideas?" 

"What I think," Carl said, "is that the guy is just a masochist. Here he is 
thousands of miles out to sea, and his wife is sleeping with every Tom, 
Dick, or Harry that walks under her window. . . . " 

"And he wants to know about it?" Jacky asked. 

"Sure," Carl resumed. "That way he can lie out there, rolling on his bunk 
and feel sorry for himself. That's what masochists do," he said, sounding 
teacherly now. 

"Paranoid," the dentist suddenly spoke. He had hardly been heard from at 
all. "Someone who enjoys feeling sorry for himself is a paranoid," he 
explained and shut his mouth again. 

"What's the difference?" Carl challenged him. 

"If he is enjoying pain while he listens right now, he is a masochist, I 
believe," Dr. Benson explained, trying not to sound overly authoritative. 

"He sure don't look like he's suffering none," Roy Caroll interjected." 

"Christ, no!" I added. 

Carl sighed. "The subtle difference escapes me," he said. "Anyway, what 
difference does it make what it's called? It's what he's doing and why he's 
doing it that matters. It don't make much difference what the name is." 

I saw Dr. Benson's eyebrow pop up, wrinkling his forehead, but he said 
nothing. 

Then I brought up my own idea again. I thought I had mentioned it before, 
but maybe I hadn't. "They like to tell stories out there," he said. "They 
ain't got much else to do." 

"You think he's picking up stories to tell himself?" Carl asked. 

"On his own wife?" Jack piped in, full of disbelief. 

"He don't have to say it's his wife," I said reasonably. "If they gamble on 
the stories and the stakes are high, he might not care whose story he tells. 
I ain't never been at sea. I don't know what goes on out there or what 
happens to a man's insides. Christ, the older I get, the more I believe," I 
mumbled, trying to figure out in my own head if Tom Fellcimer really would 
tell a story on his own wife for a lousy few hundred bucks. Christ, we'd all 
told stories on ourselves for a lousy five hundred, hadn't we? But your own 
wife? It was no use. I couldn't decide if it was realistic or not. I'd have 
to be out there, rocking on the waves, with the money laid down on the table 
like it was here, to know just what I'd tell on my wife and what not. 
Christ, I realized, I sure wouldn't win no bets on what my wife did! 

It was quiet around the table I suddenly noticed. I turned to Dr. Benson 
boldly. "Say, pal," I asked. "How come you're in on this if you ain't filled 
the little lady's panties yet?" A strained smile crept across his face, but 
it didn't do anything. His mouth didn't open to answer. The smile just 
stayed there until he looked back down at his hands. I was trying to decide 
whether to pursue the question, whether to press him to answer, when Roy 
suddenly spoke up with an excited rasp in his voice. 

"Hey, I got it, man!" he exclaimed, grinning still to himself because the 
joke was inside him and hadn't yet been shared. "Course he got to get 
stories from us to tell the buddies he ships with, man. He just tells them 
it was him that had that little adventure, that's all. Maybe he don't say it 
was his own wife. Maybe he says it was some other dame!" He paused, but it 
was easy to tell from the explosive look on his black face that he hadn't 
told the best of what he thought yet! 

"Christ, I'll bite," I told him, half smiling, wondering whether to 
anticipate a serious idea or a joke. "With a hot ass like that for a wife, 
why's he need us?" 

"Yeah," Jack Hull spoke up. "He can make his own stories, pears to me!" 

"Just maybe he can't now," Roy Caroll said more quietly. He leaned across 
the table and spoke in a very low voice to be sure nothing could be heard 
down the stairway. "I've heard tell of cases where a guy can't fuck! You all 
know that!" 

"God," Carl rasped, flustered and guilty. "That ain't nothing to grin about, 
Roy!" 

"Well, the only way I can grin," Roy amended, "was that I thought of the 
idea but didn't really believe it was true." 

My head was spinning. I hadn't thought of that but it was certainly possible 
from everything I knew. It would account for a lot of things, too. After 
all, it seemed kind of stupid when you thought about it that a man would go 
into the Merchant Marine when he had a hot-assed wife at home like Sonia. It 
was kind of brainless to expect her to be faithful. A guy didn't expect to 
be faithful to nobody when he went into the service. That was the way it 
was! But with a woman, it's got to be different. There's a time for a woman 
to be hot and a time to be cold and she'd better figure out which is when, 
as far as I could see. My wife had. Of course, I ain't never been away. 

"There's nothing wrong with Tom," Dr. Benson spoke out. The mouse that 
roared, I thought to myself. 

"How do you know?" Roy asked, a mischievous look on his smiling face so the 
doc wouldn't take offense, I suspect. "You see his tonsils and think they're 
his balls?" Christ, we all had to laugh. Even the dentist had to chuckle a 
bit. The laughter was good. It loosened things up considerably. We were able 
to joke with each other and forget the serious stuff for a while. We were in 
good spirits when Tom returned with a platter of sandwiches and two more 
bottles of whiskey under his arm. There was also another bag of ice even 
though the other ice hadn't melted yet. 

"Well," Tom said, setting the platter down on top of the five hundred dollar 
bill. "It's finally beginning to sound like a party up here." 

Strange as it may seem, Tom's remark set off another round of howls among 
us. I don't think we were really laughing because anything was funny, 
though, as because we had been so tense and worried. We were blowing off 
steam, you might say. And when I thought about it, I realized that what made 
it so easy to laugh now was because all of us had finished our. . . 
our...self-condemnations, so to speak. The stories were all told. Funny 
thing, too, with five hundred dollars in the kitty, I don't think a single 
one of us had yet tried to evaluate our own or anyone else's story in 
relationship to our own. 

We sat around munching sandwiches with not a hell of a lot to say after 
that. What do you talk about with a man whose wife you've fucked after 
you've told him about it and he doesn't say nothing? Huh? Carl had a few 
things to say to Jack about things they mustn't forget to do in the store 
first thing in the morning. It didn't sound terribly important or unusual. 
It sounded like something they did every morning anyway, but maybe the big 
grocer couldn't bear the silence just then. Roy dragged a pad of paper and 
pencil out of his pocket at one point and scribbled some numbers on it, 
adding or subtracting, as if his mind was busy on his shop, too. 

I don't know how the dentist could eat through so much silence, especially 
after all he had heard, but he did. I couldn't help wondering if his cock 
had stirred up all during the stories or, I thought maliciously, if his 
defense of Tom's manliness had had something personal in it! I didn't think 
they were gay or nothing. I didn't think so! 

The bottle made the rounds twice more before we finished eating. I was sure 
as hell glad I didn't have to tell nothing now! Christ, I couldn't have 
described it straight no matter how vivid the memory! We Finally all threw 
our dirty napkins on the emptied sandwich platter and sat back. I took out 
another cigar. Jack suprised the shit out of Carl, I noticed, by taking out 
a cigarette. 

"You smoke, Jack?" Carl asked, hurt. He sounded like a father who meets his 
single, pregnant daughter coming down to breakfast. It's the first time he 
noticed. You fuck, dear? he'd ask his daughter. I burst out roaring with my 
private joke. They all thought I was laughing at Jack's smoking and Carl's 
question, I suppose. Nobody asked me for any explanations. 

Tom took the platter of dirty napkins out of the room, not downstairs, but 
into the place he got the coffee table at first. I found myself wondering if 
Tom's gorgeous little wife was downstairs, was waiting for him. Did she know 
what was going on over her head? She had to know something was going on that 
was suspicious. Then it hit me for the first time that the only way he could 
know about us was from her. Maybe, though, for want of a priest, she had 
confessed to her dentist. I studied the dentist out of the corner of my eye. 
He wasn't old enough to be her father or young enough to be her brother, I 
didn't think. There wasn't the slightest resemblance between them. If he had 
been the one to tell Tom about us, how did he find out? He wasn't my 
dentist. I never told him nothing. No one else coulda ratted on me because 
no one else knew. Maybe Fellcimer had some kind of secret tape recorder in 
the house, but them things didn't work for months at a time! Maybe when a 
guy sat on the couch, he sat on a button that turned the recorder on! 
There'd have to be another one for the bed, then. Young Jacky Hull, lying on 
the bed, had unwittingly stuck his elbow onto the on button! Ha! Ha! That 
didn't explain doing it on the floor, though. Oh, hell! What absurd ideas. 
No. Sonia Fellcimer had told her husband, had named names, probably not all 
the names either. Why did she have to pick on me? 

Christ, maybe the whore was already dead! Maybe he'd killed her after she 
had confessed! He sure didn't look guilty of murder, though. He didn't look 
guilty of anything! He could have been at a birthday party, for all the 
guilt he showed! Christ, the guy's mood was one of elation, nothing else. 

Maybe she was downstairs wondering what he was going to do about it all. 
Maybe she'd come up to eavesdrop, but she had to be at least numb! Yeah, no 
doubt she was sitting downstairs feeling sorry for herself, wondering how 
this unbelievable nightmare had all begun for her. Who blames himself for 
anything? 

And as far as Fellcimer himself was concerned, had he begun to feel excited, 
almost, at the thought of her slenderly curving white body being subjected 
to the lewd assaults of all these cunt-teased men? Had he fucked her since 
he'd learned about her affairs? I could just see her falling into his arms, 
begging forgiveness. Christ, if there was any pride in the man at all, there 
had to have been a chill of revulsion run through him when he touched her. 
Of course, times were changing. People were changing, I mused. 

Tom returned and took his place again at the head of the table. 

"Guess it's my turn," he said brightly. We all looked up, astonished. 

"Your turn for what;" I asked innocently. 

"For a story," he said. "I wouldn't make you guys tell a story without 
throwing in one myself!" 

We kind of all looked at each other, shocked and numbed. But we were 
forgetting, weren't we, that Tom's story didn't have to be about his wife 
and himself, the same as we'd told. He launched right in. 

"I got home last Friday night," he said. "That wasn't too bad this time. 
Only three months at sea. Sometimes it's longer." Everyone was holding his 
breath, bent forward toward Tom, waiting to find out just what he was going 
to tell and about whom. Me, I settled back in my chair finishing my cigar. I 
could have told them. Maybe because I was the oldest one there and not 
surprised by nothing any more, I could have told them all! 

She was happy to see him, of course. After three months, she felt like a 
young bride. 

Let me break in here to remind you that I ain't telling this story. He's 
telling it, and if he still thinks she felt like a young bride after finding 
out all that she'd been doing since he was away...well, maybe he's a kook of 
some kind! I don't know! 

After the excitement of seeing each other again, after the tears, obviously 
the first thing they were going to do was express their love for each other. 
Obviously. So they went into the bedroom together, and slowly, just the way 
he liked it, she took off her clothes. And while she was doing that, he did 
the same thing. In spite of the fact that their eyes were locked with love, 
glittering like the jewels they resembled, amber and emerald, he was still 
able to see her roundly sculpted young body gleaming milk-white in the 
strong overhead light. He could sense many things, like her desire to make 
love to her husband as never before. She moved to the nightstand by the bed, 
reached down, and snapped on the dimmer, single bulb of a lamp. Then she 
flipped the switch by the door and the three overhead bulbs went black at 
once. 

Then the naked young wife waited, posing provocatively, tossing her red 
curls in the same way a horse often tosses his mane. He admired her firm 
tits, high and thrusting. Finally Tom Fellcimer called to this beauty among 
women, his voice thick with desire. At once a thrill of happiness coursed 
through her, and she felt even more strongly than she ever had before that 
her 

Merchant Marine husband loved her truly and deeply ....just as she loved 
him! She walked slowly to the bed, then stopped as Tom got up from the edge 
of the bed where he had been sitting for a moment and came to her, his lean, 
hard-muscled, seaman's body completely naked. Gently he took her into his 
hungry arms. 

"Ooooohhhhh, my darling," he whispered warmly. "I love you so much! I think 
I ought to go A.W.O.L., darling, and we'll escape somewhere somehow and be 
together for always." 

As usual, though it was just a game between them, she almost cried out with 
joy at his tender words, his loving wishes. He loved her as no woman had 
ever been loved, she was certain. Shivers ran through her warm curvaceous 
body as her dear husband ran his fingers lightly across the sensitive 
hardness of her strawberry-pink nipples. Glancing down in the soft light of 
the bedside lamp, Sonia could see that his long thick love-swollen prick was 
swelling upwards still more in hot anticipation. In the next moment he 
pulled her fiercely against him, crushing her softly trembling tits against 
his chest. He began to scrape his fingernails across the tingling surface of 
her smooth back. His rigidly lust-thickened cock pressed against her naked 
body as he began to flex his hips suggestively back and forth. 

With much merry laughing, the beautiful red-haired housewife reached down 
and grasped his hotly throbbing hard-veined shaft in her delicate hands and 
began to pull him teasingly toward the bed. 

"Ooooohhhhh, come, my darling! My wonnnnnderful lover," she murmured. "Come 
and make love to me!" 

There was no mistaking the sweet, light happiness in her beloved voice, and 
Tom knew once again that if he had ever made any mistakes in his life, 
marrying Sonia was not one of them. He had entered the Merchant Marines 
before meeting her. Perhaps that had been a mistake, although so far they 
had managed to make do. And right now, after dreaming of it for three 
months, he was going to give her the screwing of her life, the way she liked 
it, tapping that deep flowing sensual current with which he was so familiar 
and bringing her to orgasm after orgasm. He smiled beatifically to himself ( 
while telling the story! ), knowing that when he made love to her, he could 
make himself last as long as he wanted, something he could not do with any 
other woman he knew of. He had a big lusty cock, and he knew how to use it! 
Indeed he did! 

"Oh, Tom, fuck me! Please fuck me, darling!" his excited wife pleaded 
hungrily, her emerald eyes gleaming with lust. "Show me how much you love 
me!" 

"I'll show you, Sonia," he replied. "God, will I ever show you how I love 
you!" And he would, too. He always had. 

Then while embracing his wife tightly, Tom Fellcimer eased her down to the 
bed. They kissed. They kissed deeply, their nakedly exposed bodies pressed 
tightly, and desire rose between them with an incredible urgency. Their 
hands began excitedly exploring each other's sensitively pulsing flesh. For 
a moment, Tom pulled away, openly admiring the cream-whiteness of her skin, 
especially as contrasted with the deeply tanned skin he always came home 
with. Her curly red hair cascaded around them like little tongues of flame, 
and her emerald eyes always drove him wild with desire. He had bought her a 
large emerald ring for their engagement. They dared take it from the bank, 
though, only when he was home to protect it. How lucky he was to have such a 
beautiful wife, not only because she turned him on, but because she could 
turn any man on, making him doubly proud of her! 

"My darling," she whispered. "Oh, my darling!" Her large, firmly rounded 
titties gleamed provocatively in the soft light from the lamp, and as he 
watched, she cupped the smoothly rounded flesh in her hands, squeezing it 
softly, a warm smile playing on her ruby lips. 

He let his hand trail lovingly up her long tapering leg until it reached the 
hairy crack up between her thighs. At once she spread her legs wide, 
offering her flaming mound to him willingly. Deftly the muscular young 
seaman slipped his extended middle finger into the warm little mouth of her 
hungering cuntal sheath and slowly snaked it up inside the gently pulsing 
hole, widening the muscles, moving deeper and deeper, as though he were 
probing for another precious stone. At the same time, he bent down and began 
to nibble and suck at her rosy strawberry-colored nipples. 

"Ooooohhhhhhhh," she sighed as waves of erotic warmth cascaded over her 
body. It was so very wonderful to finally have her husband in her arms again 
after three long months of waiting and longing and dreaming and 
anticipation. Nobody knew how to make her respond the way her husband did. 
Nobody! 

"Tom," she whispered breathlessly. "Oh, Tom!" 

As his outstretched finger slipped deeper into her throbbing cuntal sheath 
with its voraciously sucking hole, Sonia Fellcimer was consumed with 
ecstasy. His lips played teasingly with the hardening red buds of her 
tingling tits. She moaned with pleasure and happily, the voluptuous redhead 
placed her hands directly down between his legs and began to fondle his 
warmly pulsing prick, which was hard as a rock. 

Tom Fellcimer's lips roved hungrily over each of her soft widely set tits, 
lost in the resilient texture of those large supple mounds. Each teasing 
bite on her nipples and tits sent shivers of ecstasy through her wantonly 
twisting body, and the seaman grinned inwardly, knowing that each thrill of 
pleasure he gave her meant that in spite of his long absences, he was closer 
to his goal of keeping her, of convincing her to wait for him until he was 
free. He hoped if he could fuck her as never before she would practically be 
begging him to stay in bed during his entire leave! Before he had married 
her, Sonia had been unaware of the depths of her sexuality, and Tom had 
discovered that once she was aroused there was no stopping her. Perhaps, he 
sometimes thought, it was just as well he was in the Merchant Marine or they 
might waste away together from too little food and too much sex, in that 
order. As it was, her sexuality suited him just fine ....as long as he could 
keep command of it. 

Increasing the activity of his middle finger up between her gentle thighs, 
Tom lubricated her pussy by his torrid insinuations, and at the same time, 
Sonia responded fully by gripping his blood-swollen cock expertly so that he 
was growing wildly aroused and eager. Yet, in the back of his mind, he knew 
he must not be so quick to satisfy his own lust, no matter how many months 
it had been. He had to be sure that she had everything she wanted 
....everything! Suddenly, he changed position, moving down so that his face 
was directly over her warmly trembling cunt. 

"Tom?" It seemed to her that after being so long away that her husband would 
have to enter her quickly this first encounter. She gasped, however, as 
suddenly her husband snaked out his tongue and wetly licked her cuntal flesh 
lightly. He was making love to her orally just as...who was it? the grocer 
had done last month. But this was something Tom rarely did though he had 
told her once that a man's desires, his whims, changed. 

The beautiful redhead's heart swelled with happiness, and eagerly she spread 
her legs as her beloved husband began to run his wet tongue up and down her 
moistly throbbing pussy, fucking into every fold of her sensitive outer lips 
and nibbling playfully at the silken strands of glittering golden-red pubic 
hair that lined her pussy. He found the ultra-sensitive tip of her reddened 
clitoris and sucked on it until it grew hard, sending excruciating ripples 
of forbidden delight coursing throughout Sonia's beautiful body. 

His voraciously voluptuous young wife, overcome with pleasure, opened her 
legs wide to allow her husband easy entry and pushed her hips upwards 
eagerly to press her wetly throbbing pussy into his hot hungry mouth. 

Everything fled from her mind. The lascivious affairs with Carl and Jack and 
Flip and Roy were obliterated. All she could think about, could care about, 
was her wonderful husband home from the sea and the fantastic way he was 
making love to her. That was something nobody could take away. That was 
their precious treasure, their deep and abiding love! She writhed eagerly 
beneath Tom's madly licking tongue, her hair-rimmed little cunt grinding 
hard up against his greedy lips, crushing his mouth hard into her slippery 
wetness. 

"Yeeessssssss, oh, yes, Tom! Thank you, my dearest one, thank you! It's 
wonderful! Lick me, darling! Lick me! Aaaahhhhhhh yeeeeeessssssss, like 
that! Aaaahhhhhhh!" Tom Fellcimer, trembling like a banner in a south wind, 
dazed with heat of his own passion, sucked feverishly at her succulent 
flesh, bringing his writhing young wife closer and closer to orgasm. He felt 
he could stay hard all night at this rate, and the longer he did, the more 
his beloved wife would be convinced that he loved her. That's the way a 
woman was. He knew that. He fucked his tongue as far as he could up into her 
wetly clasping cuntal hole, rotating it far up inside her hungering cunt and 
bringing squeal after squeal of lewd delight from her lust-tautened throat. 

"Oh, God!" she cried out as her seaman-husband's tongue wiggled wetly like a 
water-snake up into her wildly excited pussy. "Oooohhh 
Goooooooooddddddddddddd!" 

The abandoned young housewife groaned and twisted beneath her husband's hot 
slavering mouth, and it was all he could do to keep from crawling on top of 
her and fucking his painfully throbbing cock to the hilt in her devouring 
belly. But he wanted to wait, wait until she had her first climax this way, 
and then he would fuck her properly, bringing her off again and again. Yes, 
he could wait. By God, she was worth it! Every frustrating second of it! 

At that very moment, though, Sonia began to cry out, her senses whipped to a 
frenzy by Tom Fellcimer's expert tongue-fucking. The wet sluicing sounds his 
mouth made on her frantically tingling pussy thrilled her even more. Then 
she groaned once and her body arched up off the bed and stiffened like a 
board. Her blood roared hotly through her veins and abruptly she was there. 

"Aaaaaaarrrrrrrggggggghhhhhhhhh!" she groaned helplessly. "I'm 
cuuuuuuuummmmmm miiiiiinnnnnnnnnggggggg!" 

Tom Fellcimer redoubled his efforts feverishly, burying his mouth into his 
lovely red-haired wife's suddenly convulsing pussy. Hungry flames of passion 
engulfed the wildly thrashing young housewife as his wet tongue induced one 
of the most incredible climaxes of her life. Her lust-heated cuntal walls 
dilated and shuddered, squeezing out moist streams of warm orgasmic juices 
that cascaded over her husband's hungrily sucking lips and long licking 
tongue. Finally the galvanic release began to ebb, and Sonia sighed deeply 
as her husband pulled away from her ecstatically quivering pussy. 

"Oh, oh, oh! Tom, my love, that was exquisitely lovely. You've never made 
such wonderful love to me." 

"You just don't remember, you poor thing," he started to say. 

"Oh, sweetheart, don't call me a 'poor thing!' " she scolded him. "How could 
I be poor with a husband like you?" 

"Well, we aren't really finished yet, you know," he said smiling. 

"What...what do you mean?" 

Smiling slyly, Tom repositioned himself so that his rigidly throbbing, 
lewdly bloated hard prick was at the saliva-coated entrance to her cunt. 
Then, savoring every ripple of delight that ran through him, he slowly sank 
his lust-engorged shaft into the wetly clasping folds of her thirsty cunt as 
she groaned in surprise and pleased passion. 

"Oh, Tom, I love you! I love you so much!" 

"There's nothing I wouldn't do for you, Sonia. Nothing. Now relax, darling, 
because we're going to go all night." 

The redheaded housewife was ecstatic beyond words. Her husband was home! And 
who could ever love her like he did? He was fucking her now as he had never 
fucked her before. Each time he came home he got better and better. Deftly, 
now, he slid his long lust-thickened prick deeply up into her cuntal sheath 
until the purplish tip of his throbbing cockhead brushed against her spongy 
cervix, the contact sending an electrifying thrill through both of their 
bodies. 

He loves me, Sonia thought. He truly loves me. But she knew that! 

It seemed then to the pretty young housewife, that she had never in her life 
been so profoundly happy. Her husband arched his muscular body over her 
perfectly and began to fuck slowly in and out of her hungrily clutching 
pussy, his rock-hard prick moving snugly against the drenched inner walls. 
Sonia began undulating her beautiful hips up and down in perfect unison with 
each stroke he made, and every exciting thrust of their hips seeming to 
confirm what she already felt. He loved her profoundly. 

He settled his body into his lovely wife now, grinding his hips between her 
open thighs, filling her to bursting, then withdrawing momentarily to 
penetrate her again, deeper this time, until the head beat rhythmically, 
relentlessly against her cervix. 

"Ooooohhhh, darling Tom, you fuck me so good I could never forget, even if 
you stayed away for years," she moaned. Her mouth stayed open in her passion 
now, and she moved her head from side to side. The red hair was becoming 
damp and stringy. 

Tom rotated his hips and his wife moved against them, rotating hers in turn. 
Beads of perspiration formed on her upper lip. Her sea-faring husband 
reached down around her voluptuous hips and cupped her nakedly exposed ass 
to pull it up closer to his own surging loins. Sonia Fellcimer was filled 
with an insane pleasure, a bliss anymore, nothing existed of the long months 
behind, only Tom's huge, impaling, blood-Filled cock fucking in and out, in 
and out, setting her quivering, quaking body on Fire to match the flaming 
color of her hair! 

"Oh, oh, oh, Gooooodddddddd!" she grunted softly as though someone might 
hear from downstairs. 

Tom quickened his fucking strokes then as Sonia's cuntal lips grasped and 
sucked at his charging hard shaft hungrily, milking it crazily. His soft 
hairs, his solid, rocky sperm-filled balls offered a pleasing contrast as 
one tickled and the other slapped against the naked cheeks of her upturned 
ass. Sonia shrieked in wild abandon as she gave herself up to the lewd, 
obscene act of a good fucking! Under Tom's tutoring, she had long ago become 
oblivious to her old moral repressions. All she knew anymore was the 
overwhelming ecstasy he brought her. She writhed beneath his touch, muscular 
body, her legs jerking back spasmodically to wrap themselves around his 
torso, ankles locking behind his back, while he ground his fleshy, 
lust-hardened cock ever deeper into her greedily devouring young belly. And 
then she began to lurch from side to side, her face contorted, mouth open 
wide, in the mindless grip of her great passion. She gasped, panting hard, 
her tits heaving, and her mewls of pleasure growing to a frenzied cry. 

"Oooooohhhhhh!" she half-wailed, half-chanted. 

Tom felt the warm, sticky fluid of his beautiful wife's beginning orgasm as 
it rose and spilled into her warm, tight cunt, oozed around his plunging, 
fucking lewdly swollen shaft, bathing it hotly in its slippery wetness. Oh 
my God, Tom thought. I had hoped it would be the best she had ever known, 
and now I'm sure of it! 

"Ooooohhhh, Goooooddddddd, Tooooooommmmmmmmmm! Oooohhhhh! I'm cumming! I'm 
cumming again!" she wailed. 

Christ, me too, he realized, and he felt the boiling sperm in his lewdly 
inflated balls bubble up and spurt forward, mingling with the juices of his 
beloved wife, felt it spray the inside of her pussy, felt the incredible 
tensions of the past few minutes dissolve and disappear in a wildly 
exploding moment of supreme joy. 

Exhausted, the home-coming seaman fell back beside his beautiful red-haired 
wife on their bed and lay quietly next to her for a few minutes, albeit 
breathing heavily. His eyes were closed, savoring that for which he had 
waited three months! And it was good! It had not only been good. It had been 
the very best...for both of them! 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

Needless to say, when Tom Fellcimer got finished with his story, you coulda 
heard a pin drop. I coulda sworn no one was even breathing! Everybody's face 
was sober and maybe a little flushed. I think if then and there Tom had said 
there was five hundred in this for each of us and thrown enough bills on the 
table to cover, not one of us woulda so much as budged off our asses to take 
one. He had cowed us. That's what he had done and not with his prowess but 
with the sincerity of his feelings. If anyone of us had entertained any idea 
that Sonia had good reason to cheat because he was a lousy stud, that idea 
was dead now! Dead as the nail in a horse's hoof! God, I'd of liked to fall 
through the floor, myself, and not into her waiting arms downstairs, either, 
the bitch! It was clear to us all that Tom Fellcimer was an alright guy, and 
hell would freeze over before any of us would do dirt by him again. If 
that's what he had intended to accomplish with all this, he had certainly 
succeeded. 

I cleared my throat. I read what I needed to read on every face there, not 
counting Dr. Benson's, of course. "Seems like you earned that five hundred 
yourself, Tom," I said. Three heads bobbed in agreement, Roy, Jack, and 
Carl's. 

But Tom Fellcimer laughed. "No need to feel that way, you guys. Just split 
it up if you want. Do you think there's any one of them ought to get it, 
Harold?" he asked the dentist. 

The dentist jutted out his lower lip in a puff of dubiousness. "No," he told 
the host. He was certainly a man of few words. 

"Okay, we'll split it up then," Tom said, reaching for the bill. Then he 
took out his wallet, and placing it inside, took out part of the sheaf of 
bills that everyone could see and counted out five one hundreds onto the 
table. Then he put his wallet back into his pocket and distributed the bills 
around the table. He placed one in front of the dentist like in front of 
everyone else. I wondered about it and then, supposing there would be some 
question about the dentist's inclusion in the group, Tom explained. 

"Harold here managed to resist the wiles of the seductress, but as he said, 
maybe only because she tried it in the dentist chair, which is not 
particularly comfortable and where his next patient was due to sit in a very 
few minutes, which hardly allowed the necessary length of time." Tome paused 
with a gentle smile. "Under such special circumstances, I didn't think you 
guys would mind if we invited him to the party. Do you?" 

Well, what's a guy supposed to say? I mean I wasn't about to tell Tom I 
thought only those guys who had fucked his wife ought to be allowed into his 
house to eat his sandwiches and drink his whiskey! Christ, Tom, I thought to 
myself wryly, how come you let a guy in your door who refused to fuck your 
wife? What...are you nuts or something, Tom, old pal? 

"It's your bread, Mr. Fellcimer," Jack said. Christ, the kid was getting 
cock-sure of himself all right. I'd never heard him speak up so much in his 
life. Of course, I had never seen him with so much whiskey under his belt, 
either. It was beginning to show on all of us, I think. Carl's pale face was 
beginning to look like paste behind a red nose and red-rimmed eyes. Roy 
didn't stop grinning at all anymore. I was beginning to think he looked like 
the Cheshire cat. All you could see was those big white teeth of his and the 
glitter of gold caps on each side of his mouth. I was real curious about my 
own appearance, knowing that my eyes get kind of watery when I've had too 
much to drink, though I don't think I'd reached that stage yet. It took a 
lot of whiskey to put old Flip off his aim. I'm referring to when I throw 
the papers, remember? I got too much experience for whiskey to affect that. 
It takes expertise to throw papers left-handed. Have to. My right hand does 
the driving and the folding. My left hand throws the paper straight out on 
the left side of the street and flips it over the car to the right side. Do 
you understand where I get the name "Flip" now? 

Sorry to get off the subject here. Anyway, we was all happy enough to get a 
hundred dollars each from Tom for fucking his wife. After all, that's about 
what it amounted to, not the hundred dollars, but the reason we got it. You 
know, I never thought of it before, but that's the first time it wasn't me 
paying for the fuck. Crazy, huh? Well, I guess it is, but not crazy by 
comparison with what happened next, it ain't. 

After we was all paid around, you know, after we'd grabbed the c-notes and 
stuffed them in our own wallets, Carl, who looked like he might fall asleep 
at any minute, said, "Okay, Tom, thanks for the party and everything." He 
paused. "Is it over?" He was a mite groggy and wasn't going anywhere very 
fast anyway. He probably thought he'd better get a head start if he was to 
make it to the store in the morning. 

Roy, who couldn't stop grinning for anything, it seemed, not even to take a 
drink, poured the last of his whiskey down his teeth and chin. 

"Don't be a party poop, Carl," Roy grinned at him. "There's another bottle 
even after this, I bet." He was holding up a half-emptied bottle, getting 
ready to pour in the direction of the grocer. Jack, who might be acquiring a 
backbone but not so much that he could forget who he worked for, got up and 
positioned the grocer's empty glass under the whiskey as it cascaded down. 
The kid had a good eye, even with all that whiskey. I got to hand it to him. 

"Good job, Jack," I praised. "Here's my glass next." I slid my glass across 
the table, and Jack obediently held it under the flood of whiskey that the 
grinning rug cleaner poured forth. 

By then Fellcimer had seen the danger of running out of glasses before Roy 
finished pouring and had gently removed the bottle from Roy's hands. Roy 
didn't mind a bit. He just grinned on while sitting back down with an 
off-balance plop into his chair. 

Tom smiled all around and then answered some question that by now I could 
only vaguely recall. I couldn't even have told you that night who had asked 
it. It seemed to have been asked years before. 

"The party hasn't begun yet," Tom announced to our disbelieving ears. "We 
got to go downstairs for cake and ice cream yet. Whoever heard of a birthday 
party without cake and ice cream!" 

"It isn't necessary," Carl mumbled. He still wanted to get started for that 
store. There was only eleven hours to get there to open up and it was three 
blocks away, at least. 

"Cut it out, Carl. You got to have coffee or something. You ain't going home 
like that," I said. "Let's go to Benny's for muffins and coffee!" I 
suggested, smiling fondly at our generous host, who had gotten us all 
smashed at his expense. "I'm treating Tom here. The rest of you guys can go 
fuck! Oops!" I covered my mouth but not in time. Oh hell, I needed coffee, 
and Benny's was the only place in town open at this hour of the night. If 
you ever need to know what joint is open in the dark hours, night or 
morning, ask your newspaper carrier. He's your most 
rejoya..relyi...reliabubble expert on that sort of thing. Take it from me, 
Flip Ellis! I glanced at my pal, Tom Fellcimer, to see how he had reacted to 
my slip-up on advising the guys to fuck. They'd done enough of it in his 
house, after all! But he didn't seem to notice. He was still looking at 
everybody with amusement and even affection. 

"No, no," he said. "We'll have some good strong coffee right downstairs. 
We'll even have it before the birthday party, how's that?" 

I guess no one, including yours truly, had the guts to ask the guy if his 
birthday was really today and how old he was if it was. I was only thinking 
what a hell of a pity we didn't know in time so's we coulda got him a 
present or something. Anyway, we all scraped away from the table. 

"Yeah. Coffee," sputtered Carl, weaving toward the stairs, but Jack was 
right at his elbow so I didn't worry none. It was amazing, I thought, how 
the nineteen year old kid there could hold his liquor already. He may have 
called it quits, though, and no one noticed. Seems I remember that he didn't 
take any the last round when he was shoving people's glasses under the 
stream Roy was making of the whiskey. 

Well, we got downstairs, and we all had our coffee. It was strong. It was 
also very good. Carl, ever the grocer, even when drunk, came to when he 
tasted the coffee. 

"Hey, this is damn good," he said, his red-rimmed eyes parting to let a 
little of the blue out. "What kind is it?" he asked, staring around the 
kitchen table until he found Tom's handsome face. I noticed while I looked 
around the table with him that Dr. Benson was missing. 

"It's my own blend," Tom said, friendly as ever. "Show you the recipe one of 
these days." 

We all had two cups of the strong rich blend. Myself, I hated to see the 
alcoholic haze evaporate so easily. On the other hand I wasn't so far gone I 
didn't realize I had to be in better shape than this in...let's see...I 
looked at my watch but the hands were too small. 

"Eleven twenty-five," Tom told me. He'd watched me squinting at the watch, 
trying it near my eyes and then farther away, all to no avail. 

"Oh, thanks," I told him and took another gulp of the good brew. 
Eleven-thirty, I thought to myself. Twelve-thirty, one-thirty, two-thirty 

"When do you pick up your paper?" he asked as though he could read how I was 
ticking off the hours inside my head. 

"Three, maybe three and a half hours," I told him. 

"Oh, plenty of time," he said. 

"Yeah," I grinned crookedly, trying to hide my curiosity although I don't 
know why. I didn't know then, either. 'Time for what?" 

"The birthday party," he said with enthusiasm as though he had told us all 
about it upstairs. Well maybe he had. I could have passed out a while. Who 
knows? 

By the time we had finished the second cup, we were all feeling a little 
more sober and sane. Yet we all registered surprise when Sonia herself 
finally wandered into the kitchen dressed in a mint green gown with strings 
of pink rose buds hanging on streamers of some kind down from a corsage of 
pink roses and baby's breath. Hey I'm sorry I ain't so good at descriptions, 
but good God Almighty and Christ to boot, I ain't seen a vision like that 
before in my whole life! At first I almost blurted out, meaning it to sound 
like a welcome. 

"Hey, baby, I thought you was dead!" Fortunately, I had sobered up just 
enough to catch my prattling tongue at the very last minute. 

"Hey!" I said and stopped there. 

"Hey," she greeted back. 

"Not yet, honey," Tom said then. "We'll come out to the dining room. Give us 
about three more minutes, okay?" 

"Okay, sweetie," she beamed at him. 

You know, I was really screwed up by all this. Christ, they were treating 
each other like nothing at all had happened. She must have known something 
was going on by the men who were sitting around the table. With the dentist 
disappeared somewhere, we was all men she'd laid. She had to know her 
husband knew or else how would he have known! Do you follow me? Man, I was 
getting sober in a bigger hurry than I had expected! I was beginning to feel 
very, very nervous indeed. All was not over, and we were not just hanging 
around here for cake and ice cream. There would be more to it than that. 

Nevertheless, as soon as his wife had gone her way, Tom went to the little 
old fashioned pantry that most of these two and three flat houses built in 
the thirties had. He brought out one of the biggest, most beautiful birthday 
cakes I've ever seen. The green frosting matched her gown, and all the pink 
roses and the baby's breath and some little yellow bows with yellow candles 
told us that it was not Tom Fellcimer's birthday but his wife's! Now I ask 
you! Does a normal guy wait until his wife's birthday to hold a conference 
on his wife's sins with her companions in sin? I had just about decided that 
Tom Fellcimer got swallowed by a shark last time he was out to sea. Even 
though the shark spit him back up, it was not until he had swallowed some of 
Tom's brains. Poor Tom! 

Well, we had the birthday party. We lit the little yellow candles, which 
numbered thirty, exactly, and we followed the cake into the dining room, all 
of us singing "Happy Birthday, Sonia," as best we could. The most surprising 
thing, though was to see that Dr. Benson had not gone home after all, but 
had changed out of his clothing and into one of Tom's robes, or I suppose it 
was Tom's. Christ, he must have been splashed by the whiskey Roy was 
pouring, I thought then. I had thought Tom caught the bottle in time, but as 
I said, times like this, you never know if you've passed out awhile or not. 
It could have happened. 

We all had cake. The ice cream and whipped cream both were right in the 
middle, between the layers. It was a good idea, I decided. I was going to 
have to tell the wife about it since she was always stuck with making the 
birthday cakes for the grandkids. After that, I was sure we'd be on our way, 
but what does Tom do? He breaks out with champagne! 

"We gotta toast Sonia!" he announced in a loud voice. "Come on, honey," he 
cried, tossing a bunch of pillows into the living room from the bedroom, the 
dining room chairs, and the living room couch. 

We could all understand a birthday toast. Naturally there had to be a 
birthday toast. We crowded around in a circle but outside the circle of 
pillows strewn about the floor. It was all very expected and even fun, and 
some of us might have thought we just didn't hear right when Tom toasted his 
beautiful wife. 

"Three cheers for the birthday suit!" he cried There was a short confused 
pause, and finally, when he let out the first cheer, everyone joined. 

On the first cheer, the dentist rushed over to stand behind Sonia, who was 
standing in the very middle of the room, beaming all over her face at 
everyone there. For a minute I thought he was up to some mischief. Maybe he 
was going to pour his glass of bubbly down her dress, I thought. But, 
Christ, it wasn't any of my worry. Tom didn't seem worried. 

On the second cheer, our voices sounded united mostly in the croak they 
suddenly dwindled into. Dr. Benson, with a lewd glint in his suddenly merry 
eye, had unzipped the back of Sonia's green gown all the way down from the 
middle of her back onto her ass, unzipped it, in other words, so that it 
fell quite off! The third cheer was cheered by Tom Fellcimer alone, and on 
that cue, the good dentist reached down and took the gown completely away, 
with Sonia lifting her feet daintily to help him take it! 

It took awhile for the hushed room to fill up once more with a few scattered 
giggles and "bravos", that sort of thing, because the gorgeous girl was 
wearing no underwear at all but stood there completely naked and exposed to 
lights and eyes and salacious minds. Finally, I began to notice the cocks 
begin to puff up and wag. And spirits gradually began to soar once more! 

The woman's roundly curved body glistened like that goddess who rode out of 
the sea on a clam shell. What's her name there? Anyway, Sonia would take 
second place to no goddess, let me tell you! All of us edged forward, 
waiting in suspense for whatever was to come next. Tension and suppressed 
lust began to hang in the air like a cloud. The dentist, no less, was 
beginning to run his fingertips across the redhead's firmly erect nipples. 

Carl, glad he had stayed after all, felt obligated all of a sudden to add to 
the spirit of the activity. He clapped. "Take it off! Take it off!" he 
started to sing then recognized the inappropriateness of the words. We all 
laughed with him and were glad he had broken the tension. 

The dentist seemed relieved, too, and at that, he threw off Tom's robe and 
we all gasped. Christ, he looked like such a mousy guy with them round 
glasses and graying hair. Who woulda guessed he had such a well-developed 
physique? The guy couldn't have been older than his late thirties or early 
forties I discovered when he had taken the glasses off and left long enough 
to deposit them safely on a window sill. He was wearing a skinny little 
bathing suit, black, but barely covering the huge mound of his cock and 
balls. 

When he returned from the window and approached Sonia again, he stood only 
just behind her while he whipped down the skinny little bathing suit, 
revealing the massive fullness of his naked, incredibly swollen prick, 
already only half-erect, already too big for Sonia, according to all the 
quick mental calculations that every man in the room was making in his head 
while watching as if hypnotized by the swaying of the dentist's swollen 
hairy balls beneath. 

Apparently the red-haired housewife had not expected anything this large, 
for she shrank slightly away from the new lover, if that's what he was to 
be, which seemed pretty obvious. 

"Come on, honey," Tom then called soothingly. "He ain't nothing to be afraid 
of. You can handle anything! There's my girl!" 

They were smiling at each other as though they were taking their vows in 
front of the Justice of the Peace, I swear to God. Sonia's face was all 
trust in her handsome hubby, and his face was shining with the same trust in 
his wife. Loonies. Tom's face continued to shine as he indicated to Sonia to 
lie down on all the pillows provided. The helpful dentist bent around, 
arranging them for her comfort. 

Then Dr. Benson, under all of our amazed eyes, began to caress the reclining 
girl's nakedly exposed body, his long-fingered hands sliding sensuously 
across the velvety flesh of the ravishing redhead. He touched her 
everywhere, her full, thrusting tits, her smooth stomach, the sculpted 
columns of her thighs, while the cast-off lovers in the room watched the 
lewdly exciting scene in rapt silence. Nobody seemed to want to break the 
stillness of interrupt the sensuous act before them. 

Gradually, the curvaceous housewife began to groan in mounting excitement as 
Harold Benson toyed with the mound of her pink-lipped cuntal flesh. Her 
mewling groans grew louder and louder, and the crowd of leering men began to 
whisper excitedly and move closer to see more of the action. Sonia felt her 
legs grow slightly weak as she found herself pleading for the muscular 
dentist to fuck her, half-delirious, it had to be, from the drinking they 
had all done. 

Now the dentist rolled over on his back and lay there passively as the 
beautiful redhead began to hungrily lick at his blood-engorging pinkly 
shining skin with her long, wetly extended tongue and to run her lovely 
hands over every inch of his surprisingly spectacular muscled body. A fever 
of lust seemed to be building up in the room as everyone watched the obscene 
sight before them. Christ, I don't know if it was the drinking I'd done, but 
I felt as if my own body was on fire as we watched the damned dentist's 
prick begin to jerk into a full, lust-swollen erection until it reached the 
limits of its expansion. Another audible gasp went through the little living 
room when everyone last one of us saw how big that dentist's lewd rod of 
flesh actually was. We nodded our approval on the outside and tried to bury 
our jealousy inside! 

The surprisingly muscular dentist rolled over once more, this time pinning 
the redhead beneath him. Quickly, almost hysterically, Sonia reached down 
and grasped Dr. Benson's rigidly extended cock and drew it with trembling 
hands toward her eagerly proffered cuntal entrance. She spread her knees 
wide open and curled her long lithe legs around his muscled ass-cheeks to 
give him even greater access to her cuntal hole. 

Christ, I held my breath like a little kid, but I just couldn't believe that 
the dentist's massively inflated organ could possibly go into Sonia's 
relatively narrow entrance. If Jack was as big as Carl said he was, then 
even he was impressed. His eyes were ready to pop right out of his head over 
there. 

Sonia leaned forward, her eyes seeing nothing except the great red, 
glistening head of his hotly jerking cock as it began to insinuate its way 
between the gorgeous redhead's soft, pink cuntal lips. The room was now in 
total silence, all eyes upon the lewd couple as the earlier deprived dentist 
edged his blood-straining cock further and further into the hungrily waiting 
female's devouring cunt, slowly and gently, pushing the hair-lined lips 
wider and wider apart. Sonia cried in an obscene mixture of pain and 
pleasure as the massively pulsing shaft sank deeper and deeper up between 
her straining thighs. 

"Hey, he's going to hurt her!" Jack called out to no one in particular, but 
the older men rebuffed him with a couple of hoots and jeers. 

Meanwhile, Benson was holding still above the excited red-haired housewife 
until she could adjust to the bloated hugeness of his powerfully throbbing 
cock in her hungry belly. Gradually her face relaxed as the pain of his 
entrance eased. 

"Uuuuuuummmmmmmmm," Sonia sighed in welcome relief, tightening her ankles 
behind his back. 

The lovely housewife began to groan and thrash in exquisite pleasure as her 
dentist began to fuck his lust-thickened prick in and out of her widely 
stretched clasping cunt, fucking with long, slow strokes. Expertly, the 
middle-aged man ground his hips with a revolving motion, sawing in and out 
of her wetly receptive pussy with strength and expertise. Sonia writhed in a 
wild excitement as her hotly quivering cuntal hole adjusted to the massive 
intrusion of the blood-inflated cock. As the couple began to fuck faster and 
faster, the on-looking men urged them on. After all, Tom did! 

The wildly uninhibited debauch continued for several explosive minutes and 
drove its little male audience into a frenzy of uncontrolled desires. I 
looked around me in amazement as the other guys began to feverishly strip 
off their clothes. Christ, I honestly tried to resist it, but I gotta admit 
I had the same feelings. There was a very insistent current of hot desire 
growing like hell fire between my legs and hard? On, God, was I hard! 

Sonia cried out like a wild animal, and we all turned our attention back to 
the wildly thrashing couple to see that the sex-crazed redhead was reaching 
the peak of orgasm. She moaned hysterically, kicking her legs outward 
furiously, her mouth hanging open like a madwoman, as she reached pinnacle 
after pinnacle of unbelievable excitement. Finally, Harold Benson threw back 
his head like a lion in triumph and groaned gutturally, slamming his 
powerful hips back and forth with machine gun rapidity, then roaring as he 
reached his climax as well. In a torrent of contagious lust, everyone in the 
room had his hand on his own cock, jerking away in rhythm with the dentist. 

Moments later, though, Benson withdrew from the beautiful girl and 
disappeared into the bedroom. Sonia lay absolutely still, her legs spread 
wide apart. She was moaning softly, deliriously. She was sopping wet between 
her open thighs, and trails of whitely glistening sperm ran down the sides 
of her splayed legs. 

The rest of us had been roused to a state of unbelievable lust, and Christ, 
I was wondering about then where the rest of the broads were...or was this 
our punishment.. . to have to watch only? Christ! In spite of our 
unrestrained eagerness to take care of ourselves, we still had hopes, of 
course, so when Tom loudly called for our attention, everything stopped. 

"Now I know everybody's hot and hard and hungry," he said, "but let's be 
patient and have another drink, huh? Let's give Sonia a little time to pull 
herself together." 

Come to find out there was a whole refrigerator full of champagne. As we all 
sat around the kitchen table, our goddamned swollen pricks cramped back 
inside our trousers, we guzzled down more champagne and finished off the 
cake with the ice cream for filling. Sonia came out and joined us, sitting 
on Tom's lap. She had zipped herself back into the green dress, and the 
corsage was in surprising good shape, only a couple a buds missing, far as I 
could see. 

They looked like the ideal happy couple sitting there, her nestled onto his 
lap, her forehead down to her pretty little nose resting against his neck. 
She didn't talk to us. She seemed to be snoozing. Tom swapped stories with 
the men over her head and passed the bottle of champagne when anyone got 
dry. Jack acted as messenger, as usual, running to the refrigerator when Tom 
needed a new bottle. The talk managed to avoid sex pretty well, especially 
current events. Gradually, my cock went down. I suppose everyone else's did, 
too. 

Finally, Sonia began to stir, and Tom called for another champagne glass for 
his wife. The story-telling went on while the birthday girl appeared to 
listen and swilled down one glass of champagne after the other. All is not 
right here, I thought. Her face looked awfully white to me. I began to 
suspect that beneath Tom's well-acted display of friendly camaraderie we 
were all being punished, her as well as us. 

It was kind of lucky, I thought, that Jack Hull didn't notice anything 
unusual or suspicious in her attitude. There ain't much left of the 
knight-in-shining-armor when you get to be fifty-two like me. I bet there 
ain't much of it left in Benson or Caroll. either, and surely not in Carl. 
But when you're nineteen, you're still rescuing dames out of castles, even 
now days. Christ, if you weren't blind as a bat at that age, too, you'd 
never get nothing at all done for yourself. I tell you, an old newspaper 
carrier like myself, working with kids and young men all the time, he sees 
those things. 

Young boys see everything as either good or evil. Consequently they are 
either good or evil themselves! They look upon old age as a very indecisive, 
weak time because us older fellas don't jump for a gun every time something 
happens. Well, Christ, it just ain't that way! I mean that as you get older 
you begin to see that one thing leads to another and trying to pin the blame 
is like trying to play pin the donkey's tail with a moving target! 

When I was young I used to hate how my wife was always nagging me to change 
and be different than I was. Then one day I realized that her father had 
wanted her to go to college and used to nag her about her marks. She had a 
dream one night and was crying that she couldn't change Flip to go to 
college like her father wanted, and although I still don't understand it 
completely, I seen that when she was nagging me, she was really nagging 
herself. Christ, she still nags something wicked, but I don't see it as evil 
anymore. I see it as something we can't do nothing about. That's the way it 
is, and I don't get mad like I used to. And you know, sometimes I Find 
myself wondering what her grandparents tried to nag her father into being. I 
mean that seems to be the way it goes. So whose fault is it? Someone way 
back, God alone knows when! What are you gonna do with that gun, young 
fella? Who're you gonna kill? Somebody who's long dead anyway, probably. The 
guy whose fault it is...he lived six generations back...at least! That's how 
things look when you're fifty-two. 

Well, I rant on, I know. It's just that when I get home mornings I read the 
damn paper I throw, and sometimes I get heartsick to see how we punish each 
other for things that ain't our fault at all. You can't even get at the real 
villain, either, because he's six feet under already! 

Anyway, Jack was too busy lapping up the booze, willing to take everything 
at face value, to worry about the color of Sonia's face. Besides, maybe it 
was the strong kitchen light that drained her color, or maybe it was that 
she had sweated off her make-up with Benson and hadn't replaced it. Hell, 
she wouldn't be snuggling up to the guy if he was torturing her, now would 
she? You see how your mind can run away with you and be dead wrong? Christ, 
I read the divorces in the paper, and I think how at fifty-two you finally 
learn to take a second look before you jump into anything, especially 
marriage. Look at all the misery this world could be spared if we looked 
twice at nineteen. 

I used to tell the wife, "Look, don't buy it the first time you go into the 
store and see what you want. Come home first, and if you want it enough to 
go back for it, then buy it." She told me she did it the way I said and 
saved us a whole lot of junk we couldn't afford and didn't need. Sometimes 
things ain't so bright and necessary when you stand away from them awhile. 
Anger's the same way. It passes when you don't pay no attention to it. Me, I 
count sidewalk cracks. Right now I was busy counting the flowers on the 
oilcloth on the table. 

Yeah, you guessed why I was ranting on, preaching to myself. I was getting 
kind of hot under the collar. I looked at my watch, and this time I was able 
to make out where the hands were pointing. In another hour I had to pick up 
the day's newspapers with my truck, and loading the truck, fast as I was, 
took a half hour because the customer's complaints, the stops and starts, 
all had to be attached to the right bundles for the right kids. I wasn't on 
any gravy-train vacation like this Tom Fellcimer here. He was on leave with 
a rolla bills in his pocket big enough to stuff a full grown hog. I had a 
pocket full of change and a job to keep. He saw me looking at my watch. 

"Sorry, Flip," he said. "I don't mean to keep you overtime. We running 
late?" 

"Oh, that's okay. That's okay for awhile," I lied. He'd caught me off guard. 
I didn't want to be a wet blanket or nothing. 

Suddenly he nudged Sonia off his lap. "Flip's got to get going, baby. You 
ready?" 

For the first time that night, it seemed to me, the beautiful woman turned 
her emerald green eyes on me. I was a cooked goose! I was a goner! What 
persuasion! You know, for morning after morning, I had denied that woman 
until finally she had lured me into her place. Now all she had to do was 
look at me. It stirred an unforgettable memory, I'm afraid. 

We all went once more into the living room where we was invited to sit 
around on the couch and a couple of chairs. This time the show was going to 
involve Tom and Sonia, it looked like although all he did right now was 
twirl her into the middle of the room. He stepped back out of the way. 

"Do you like my birthday dress?" the beautiful woman asked everyone, 
spinning around slowly. 

Who looked at the dress? By now we coulda cared less what she was wearing. 
She had a compactly rounded frame with firm, sizable tits, a tiny waist, and 
soft curving hips. 

"Ain't she something, men?" her husband asked. We had had our last champagne 
and cake out in the kitchen, and I now noticed that the dining room table 
had been folded away and the pillows previously strewn on the living room 
floor were now tossed into the dining room. Tom had been with us. Sonia must 
have prepared this room for whatever she was going to do. Whatever was going 
to happen was not without her knowledge and cooperation. I relaxed 
considerably, thinking this. 

The first thing she did was kick off her shoes, and her feet sank into the 
pretty blue carpet on the floor. Then she turned her back to all of us and 
slowly leaned forward, making her dress ride up, pulling it with her fingers 
so that she exposed her firm white thighs. She was looking for catcalls, and 
she got them. Also, I noticed, she had put on underwear this time. I could 
see the crotch band of a pair of pink, lacy panties. 

I guess all our eyes were bugging out of our faces by now as we stared at 
the firm rounded ass-cheeks shaped against her dress. We'd all seen her 
completely naked, but this was still tantalizing. I felt a twitch in my 
groin. I grunted. So did Carl. 

Sonia ran her hands up the inside of her long, well tapered legs until they 
were almost touching her loins, then she suddenly straightened up, reaching 
behind her back to pull down the zipper. She had only her dress, brassiere, 
and panties to remove, but she had never done a strip tease for these men 
before, so there was no necessity to be inventive about it. Exposing her 
naked body was the part she loved. To enjoy that, all she had to do was to 
keep from rushing it. She couldn't help anticipating what would come 
afterwards, but it was fun making herself wait. 

Lowering the zipper down slowly, the beautiful redhead kept her back turned 
toward the men to tease them as she let the top half of the gown drop, to 
bunch around her smooth curvaceous hips. Flinging her long, red hair forward 
over her shoulders, she reached around her white back again to unfasten the 
hooks holding her brassiere together. The elastic straps snapped free, and 
Sonia hunched her shoulders to let the straps of the pink garment fall down 
over the length of her long arms just as she had the gown. She gazed back 
sexily over her shoulder as she did so, and slowly turned around to face the 
staring men. They had just seen her titties a little while ago, but you'd 
have thought they were seeing them for the first time. Well, she felt that 
way about seeing Tom's body, too. Her red hair hung in thick lush strands 
over the twin mounds of her full white tits, but the faintest hint of the 
hardened pink nipples showed through as though peeking out to entice them 
on. 

The handsome seaman's wife slowly worked her hands, palms against her smooth 
flesh, up beneath the wavy length of her flaming hair, and she cupped her 
white titties without uncovering them completely. She was teasing cocks and 
she knew it! 

How delicious. The beautiful woman was quite a picture of sexual lust in 
every male mind in the room. We all licked our lips as though preparing to 
indulge in a lavish feast. She stood on the blue rug, her bare feet slightly 
apart and her long tapering legs accented by the bunched mint green material 
over her round hips. The plane of her flat belly shone sleekly white and 
sensual where her narrow waist curved inward, and the added contrast of her 
red hair draped gently over the large mounds of her tits nearly completed 
the arousing picture. I watched her face, the rosebud shape of her sensual 
lips. Occasionally her tongue would flick out between the red oval of her 
mouth, and her emerald eyes held a mystery of wanting that was her own...not 
Tom's. 

I watched her hair rising and falling as her fingers obviously tweaked the 
nipples beneath the long strands, and Christ, I wanted to get on with the 
act, get to the part where...but were we to be allowed more than a 
voyeuristic role? 

"Go on! Go on!" Roy cried impatiently. 

I noticed suddenly that Carl had grabbed another champagne bottle from the 
kitchen. He was angling the bottle downward with his hand and pressing on 
the cork with his thumb. He fired the tin-topped stopper like a missile. 
With a loud pop, it shot across the room toward the dining room, right by 
Tom, and the bubbly liquid frothed from the long neck of the bottle onto the 
blue rug. 

But Tom didn't get mad about the rug or anything. Instead, he went to the 
kitchen and got Carl a glass! Carl was already drunk. He didn't hold his 
liquor very well. I could sec that. Grabbing the glass with a small nod, 
Carl poured the cool champagne until it overflowed, then he carelessly set 
the bottle on the floor, where Tom rescued it before someone knocked it 
over. 

Sonia flung her red hair back over her shoulders to reveal the big round 
globes of her full titties now, the hard-raised nipples like tips of 
strawberry enchantment on the high-standing peaks. Turning her back to them 
once again, she finally lowered the mint green gown from her hips, stepping 
out one foot at a time. All that remained of her clothing was the 
bikini-sized pair of pink lace panties. 

"Save the best for laaaaaaaaast, man!" Jacky said. He was beginning to grin 
as foolishly as Roy. I had begun to get impatient again because of the time 
and Carl's foolishness with the champagne, but my patience returned as I saw 
the flimsy little pink panties. I was sitting on a dining room chair and 
hunched forward from it, watching the final garment removed. Christ, it was 
like seeing her red silky triangle of pubic hair for the first time! 

Keeping her back to us, Sonia arched her back and bent forward until her 
round, melon-shaped ass-cheeks were like a target of sexual pleasure. Moving 
her long fingers down her tapering waist, she worked them underneath the 
elastic band top of the filmy panties to slowly lower them down over her 
smooth, slightly moving hips. Inch by inch they moved down over her white 
flesh, first revealing the top of the curving crack formed by the twin 
cheeks of her ass and then more and more until the thin material was tightly 
clasping her firm thighs. 

Running her hands once over the smooth cheeks of her lush young ass, she 
suddenly moved her legs together to let the panties drift dramatically to 
the floor. She lifted one foot free of the garment to spread her long legs 
apart again, and then she bent all the way forward, her hair touching the 
floor, to look back toward her excited spectators between her parted inner 
thighs. 

Christ Almighty! One hand appeared suddenly between her long legs, and the 
extended middle finger pointed the way to the top of the crack leading to 
her slightly spread cuntal slit. The tip of her finger traced the line of 
the valley downward until it disappeared into soft golden red curls of her 
pubic hair. Sonia giggled lightly as she saw the men's eyes nearly pop out 
of their sockets. 

Cried of "Good!", "Great!" and what-not filled the room as we all yelled and 
wiped the saliva which was trickling excitedly from more than one mouth. 

Her long teasing finger appeared once again, this time pointing straight up 
at the juncture of the thighs, and slowly the fingertip worked its way into 
the hairline slit of her soft moistened cunt. She was completely caught up 
in her own game, and she enjoyed seeing the men's reactions to her 
movements. When the tip of her finger made contact with the damp opening of 
her pussy, she wiggled it until her finger had a free passage inside, and 
she wormed it up into herself with a slight mewling grunt. 

Hearing Sonia's mewling gasp of pleasure made me fall out of my chairs and 
onto all fours. I watched excitedly as her long finger sank all the way into 
the depths of her pink, flowering cunt. Then she pressed her palm hard into 
the hair-covered mound as if luxuriating in the wild sensations within her 
body. 

I couldn't take it. I really couldn't take it! I got up and walked over to 
her and pinched her on the thigh. I pinched so it hurt. It wasn't all lust 
that was propelling me toward her, either. I wasn't just seeing her the way 
she was now, but I was seeing up at that window, teasing, teasing, morning 
after morning. Who the hell did this dame think she was? I hauled back and 
slapped her smartly. The sound rang in the room like a door bell. 

'Tom!" she yelled but he didn't budge. It was my guess that this was the 
part he hadn't told her about, the probably reactions of red-blooded men, 
reactions that invariably transcended the rules if the men were pushed far 
enough. 

Sonia, at the same time, realized that Tom was not going to protect her like 
he said he would. She whipped her emerald eyes around at him like a whip. As 
he looked away from her, hot tears of anguish spilled uncontrollably from 
her eyes. The miserable young housewife could strip-tease and fuck and 
probably even fart without any shame, but to have her man look the other way 
when she called to him...this was the lowest point of degradation she could 
know. Her ass hurt and so did her heart, yet, through her torture and shame, 
her body was beginning to ripple with involuntary sexual excitement. The 
vast amount of champagne she had been gulping down all evening and into the 
morning was beginning to spread its insidious effects through her loins like 
a wildfire. She had counted on fucking with only Dr. Benson tonight. Benson 
and the strip tease. That was her birthday present, one of them, from her 
husband. He had insisted on having the men in early to be-sure they would be 
cool about all this and not cause any trouble. He had taken care of 
everything, promised to protect her if the going got rough. She wanted to 
wait until they left, to wait for her husband now. What did she want with 
other men when he was home? 

Nevertheless, the helpless woman began to twitch erotically, the nerve 
endings up between her legs sizzling with hot desire, her succulent young 
form craving sensual excitement. There was no way she could control the 
obscene feeling of wantonness that was overtaking her, and she moaned and 
writhed on the floor as if teased by the licking tongues of a thousand 
taunting devils. 

She knew absolutely nothing except the irresistible heat that was swirling 
so relentlessly in her loins. She clung to a nearby pillow over against the 
couch, burying her fingers deep into the smooth polished cotton, moaning 
softly in an erotic world of her own. Then dimly, she heard the murmurings 
and grunts of the onlookers. She opened her green eyes and could see, 
through her fogged vision, that the men were hovering all around her, much 
closer than before. Hands began to grab at her flesh, touching her 
everywhere, but rather than being repulsed by it in her husband's presence, 
it seemed that it was just what she needed and yearned for! 

"Ooooooohhhhhhhhh," she groaned. "Yeeeeeesssssssss! Feeeeeel meeeeee! Feel 
me everywhere! I want it! I want it!" 

What a scurrying of undressing that brought about in the little room. Soon 
there wasn't a clothed man in sight. Even Tom joined the party of nudes 
though he was being careful, it seemed, to stay out of the way of the 
pleasure of his guests. 

Of course, old Flip, that's me...I was right there, and nobody was going to 
challenge my rights to be first. I had started the ball rolling, so to 
speak! Sonia looked confused, bewildered, ravaged by an implacable heat 
throughout her body. All the better! 

The intoxicated redhead finally felt the weight of a heavy naked man's body 
crushing against her side, and flashes of sensual excitement rippled through 
her flesh as his warmly pulsating hardness scraped against her thigh. 

"Aaaaaaahhhhhhhhh," she cried in utter pleasure, "Yeeeeeesssssss!" 

Mindlessly she groaned again and again, moaning in a savage hunger that 
seemed to feed on itself. It seemed now as if a hundred wonderful men were 
touching her, stroking, caressing, making her flesh quiver with maddened 
lust. Tantalizing fingers ran slowly up the inner sides of her thighs and 
there was a hot, violent moistness between her legs as her wetly throbbing 
cunt began to open like a flower, trembling with desire. 

"Uuuunnnnnn! Fuck me! Fuck me!" she heard herself crying obscenely. 
"Somebody fuck me! Please!" From the corner of her eye she could make out 
the gray hair of Flip Ellis, the newspaper man. "Fuck me!" she begged. She 
heard him laugh crudely. 

I rolled on top of her. My hand dropped again and groped between her thighs, 
searching for the warm throbbing wetness of her love-crazed pussy. Blinded 
with lust, Sonia reached for me, grasped the swollen thickness of my lewdly 
bloated cock as it throbbed and jerked in her hands. Through her alcoholic 
daze she smiled as she felt the smooth rubbery head of my extended 
blood-swollen cock brushing against the soft mound of her red pubic hair, 
teasing her as it touched the wildly charged flesh of her pussy. 

"Fuck me now! Oh, Flip, please fuck me now!" she pleaded hysterically. 

Tom Fellcimer's drunk wife strained for the newspaper carrier, arching her 
hips and throwing her quivering legs out into the air as her hands grasped 
and tugged at his warmly pulsating thickness! 

Oh my! Christ Almighty! 

All the men watched in breathless excitement as perspiring, I slowly began 
to slide my long lust-hardened prick into her tightly clasping cunt, 
grinding against her with my hips, pushing and probing further into her 
lust-maddened pussy until finally my rock-hard shaft was buried in her up to 
the hilt, and my sperm-bloated balls were scraping her nakedly upturned 
ass-cheeks. Sonia began to gyrate frantically in a wild dance of lust 
beneath me, and I tried to hold back, not wanting to climax so quickly. 
Christ, I'd forgotten all about time or newspapers or anything else! But 
anyway, the red-haired housewife was so caught in the raging whirlpool of 
her lust that she could only writhe in total abandon, and that didn't help 
my self-control, not at all. I began to fuck furiously into her as I was 
nearing the point of orgasm already. The men laughed lewdly and urged me on. 

"Please don't cum yet, Flip!" she cried, realizing that I was about to 
climax. "No...not yet!" 

But it was too late. Hell, I'm not a machine! 

Sonia Fellcimer felt the impatient semen squirting hotly into her thirsting 
cunt, pulsing deep into her belly. She moaned in both excitement and 
frustration. She wasn't ready yet, and she hadn't reached climax. Moments 
later the newspaper carrier collapsed on top of her, his body still 
trembling with lust. 

"You didn't wait! You didn't wait for me," the tortured redhead moaned 
incoherently, almost. 

Sorry, you fucking bitch, I thought to myself with satisfaction. You teased 
and didn't win! 

The men laughed. I noticed when I rolled away from her that Tom had been 
passing the champagne again. Christ, I had to admit it. This was the best 
damn party I could ever remember! 

Now Carl Gustall, the big blond grocer, began to waver toward the middle of 
the floor, his blue eyes fixed hungrily on the hysterically moaning woman on 
the floor. As soon as he reached her, he surprised everyone by bending right 
in half and beginning to run his hands across her quivering hips, knowing 
she was fully prepared for a second fuck. 

As the grocer positioned himself over her, the curvaceous redhead was 
overjoyed at the prospect of reaching her orgasm at last, and desperately 
she reached out and guided the second, once-familiar lust-swollen prick down 
toward her eagerly waiting pussy. 

"Oh, God, yeeeeeessssss! Oh, God I need to cum! Oh, Goooooodddddd!" she 
groaned. 

The long-drinking grocer wavered himself up straight and closed his 
red-rimmed eyes in an attempted look of disdain. 

"This is Carl Gustall, Ma'am! This ain't God. You want God or Carl? Make up 
your mind!" 

Christ, we roared! 

Sonia was too frustrated to laugh or be anything but tortured, and the tears 
squeezed out of her eyes. "Oh, yes! Oh, yes! Oh, yes!" she kept repeating as 
though the name just wouldn't penetrate. 

"Oh, yes, who!" he thundered. Even Tom was holding onto his sides in 
agonized laughter. 

Sonia opened those emerald eyes then and screamed. "Carl! Oh, yes, Carl! 
Fuuuuuuccccckkkkk meeeeeeeeeeeee, Carl!" 

In one violent thrust, Carl, a heavy-set, about forty-Five year old grocer, 
if you recall, plunged his thickly throbbing cock all the way up into the 
wetly burning depths of Sonia Fellcimer's hungrily throbbing cuntal hole. 
With merciless thrusts, he fucked in and out of her greedily clasping cunt, 
and she undulated so wildly under him that it wasn't long before he, too, 
felt the aching sensation in his balls as his climax approached. This time, 
however, the merchant seaman's delirious wife was finally approaching her 
own orgasm, and she screamed in delight. 

"Aaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh! I'm cumming! Cuuuuuuummmmmmiiiinnnnnnnggggggg!" 

The sex-crazed, redheaded woman began to buckle even more violently beneath 
him, arching and rearing like an untamed bitch in heat, her wild gyrations 
bringing the rapidly fucking grocer to the peak of excitement. Then it came, 
and his entire, bulky body began to tremble and jerk with the spasms of 
release. He ground his pelvis down into her wildly churning crotch with 
brutal, merciless force. Sonia Fellcimer writhed insanely beneath him, 
carried to heights of unbelievable lust as her cuntal walls trembled and 
shook in seismic waves of delight, releasing hot female fluids in torrents. 
An image of Tom, smiling at her from afar, seemed to flash into the 
tormented wife's brain as she soared on the titanic flight of climax. 

"Oh, Tom!" She moaned piteously. 

"like your birthday party?" he asked. 

"Yeeessssss," she hissed, a faint smile lining her features. And then her 
vision of him exploded into a kaleidoscope of whirling colors as the 
grocer's rapidly fucking cock plunged like a pail going down after water, 
deep into the well of her belly, ejaculating a flood of heated sperm in the 
wildly contracting channel of her pussy. She was cumming herself as never 
before, every inch of her ripe young body shaking as if jolted by a thousand 
volts of raw electrical energy. Finally, with one last burst of strength, 
she kicked her quivering legs far out into the air on either side of the 
heavily shaking ass-cheeks of the man fucking her. Then she collapsed, 
totally satisfied, beneath him. 

Once more, the little living room was totally silent except for the heavy 
breathing of the love-makers. Finally, Carl Gustall pulled himself away, 
slipping his flaccid prick out of her cunt hole with a resounding pop that 
made Jack titter. Sonia lay exhausted, trying to regain her senses after the 
torrid orgasm. But there was still a lot of champagne in her system and it 
still held sway over her mind and body. Though she tried to rise, to open 
her eyes, she found she had no strength now. She seemed to be pulled down 
into a euphoric dream state, an exquisite sensual after-glow that she 
couldn't resist. 

Then she gasped as yet a third man began to caress her perspiring body. 
Where was Tom? She opened her eyes a slit, but the man caressing her was 
black. It was not Tom, tanned as he was. 

"It's all over. It's all over," she mumbled. She had reached orgasm, hadn't 
she? Was there yet more to come? Why? She felt herself being pulled bodily 
over on top of the new man, and she could tell. Suddenly she could tell from 
the feel of his body that it was Roy Caroll. The realization that she could 
tell that embarrassed her for some reason. But she liked Roy. She remembered 
him with pleasure. She felt her defenses beginning to give way. 

So she made a faint protest, a useless moan. Roy simply positioned her like 
a helpless rag doll so that she was half sitting on top of him, with his 
fully lustily erect prick nestling at the opening of her sperm-bathed cunt. 
Holding her up by her shoulders, he suddenly plunged his lust-thickened cock 
up into her, then quickly gripped her hips and pulled her down against his 
belly until he was buried in her completely. 

Surreptitiously she glimpsed him through her lashes. He had a wonderful 
smile, she thought hazily, all big white teeth and glittering gold in the 
corners. The beautiful red-haired wife operated totally by instinct, 
however, somehow managing to remain in her semi-sitting position, while Roy 
Caroll beneath her held her hips and pushed her up and down, rising to meet 
her each time. But this time it hurt the sex-weary young woman, who wanted 
only at this point to crawl into bed and go to sleep. She didn't think she 
could even take Tom! 

Sonia Fellcimer was not only full of champagne and birthday cake, but she 
had been totally drained by the violence of three previous fucks, not 
forgetting the dentist, and the big black man below her was scraping roughly 
against the inside of her tortured pussy as he jammed her down onto him 
again and again. 

"Aaaairrrrrggggghhhhhh, no! Nooooooooo!" she cried in protest. But it was no 
use. He kept fucking up into her as though he were pounding in a nail with 
all his might, raising himself with cruelly driving thrusts, boring up into 
the ravaged housewife's cock-weary cunt until she thought she would faint 
from the agony of it. Then, astonishingly, the pain began to subside, and in 
its place once again came the familiar torrents of unbridled lust. 
Hypnotically, the handsome seafaring man's wife began to rise and fall to 
the rhythm of the black man's fucking strokes, his hotly stiffened prick 
plunging up into her like a loaded gun ready to explode. (I saw his mother 
beating the rugs on the clothesline!) 

Sonia could vaguely hear the noise of the enthusiastic men all around her. 
There couldn't have been more than a handful, but it seemed as though there 
were thousands of hands once more exploring her sex-mad, lust-numbed young 
body, driving her into an even greater fever of sensual passion. 

Suddenly, the helpless wife of the tall seaman standing against one wall was 
pushed forward, her beautiful white tits pressed hard against the man's 
black chest beneath her, and someone began to probe at her ass-cheeks. 
parting the quivering half-moons of flesh, probing at the defenselessly 
raised circle of her ass-hole. Then a strong finger began to worm its way 
into the tightly clenched ring, and a sting of pain shot through the captive 
woman's loins. She glanced around and saw the form of her own husband 
holding her ass-cheeks opened while young Jacky Hull, absolutely drooling, 
fucked his finger into her ass-hole. She struggled against it momentarily, 
but it was no use. She couldn't stop the torrent of her insatiable lust, 
that had always and ever haunted her with its insidious pervasion of her 
beautiful body. She could only submit to anything that happened. The 
sodomizing finger inched deeper and deeper into her tortured rectum, and the 
young housewife was consumed by both the pain of the rough intrusion and the 
staggering thrills of the still upward thrusting cock of the man beneath 
her. 

"Aaaaaiiiiiieeeeeee!" she cried, confused and dazed by the mixture of 
feelings that pervaded her ravaged body. "Don't! Don't!" 

Yet her protests were useless. The impaling finger drove relentlessly 
inward, filling her rear with shafts of agonizing pain. Then, suddenly, the 
finger was removed and there was a soothing wash of cool air across her 
nakedly uplifted ass-cheeks. But in the next moment, the dazed red-haired 
beauty felt a larger object nestling against her ass-hole ring. Oh, God! She 
felt and recognized the sensations, and she knew that it had to be Jack 
Hull's enormous prick! 

I gotta break in here a minute and assure everyone that Carl Gustall is a 
big liar. Jack's prick is big, that I gotta admit. But I don't think he got 
the dentist beat, though I guess I'd have to see them side by side to be 
absolutely sure! 

Sonia Fellcimer squirmed violently, trying to get away from the intruding 
pressure, but Jack kept pushing against her wildly puckering ass-hole until 
suddenly she felt the tight elastic ring pop slightly and encircle the head 
of the warmly throbbing cock. It began to move inside her forbidden channel. 
Sonia could feel the lewd thickness of this second prick rub against the 
upward driving blood-swollen shaft that Roy was still fucking in and out of 
her lust-moistened pussy from below. The two bloated rods of rock-hard male 
flesh were separated only by the thin fleshy membrane which separated her 
ass and cunt holes! 

Finally an eruption of volcanic passion crashed over the tortured housewife, 
and in that moment she succumbed completely to the brutal invasion of her 
ass-hole. like a she-bitch, she cried out to the two of them, urging the 
black cooperating lovers to make love to her as hard as they possibly could. 
Sonia wanted to scream to the world about the deliciously wild masochistic 
pleasure these two men were bringing to her. A whirlpool of erotic passion 
surrounded her on all sides and sucked her soul into its swirling depths. 
Hands grabbed and caressed every part of her lust-electrified body, two 
massively fucking black cocks were tearing into her simultaneously, in the 
pussy and in the ass, every last trace of inhibition fleeing from her 
sex-brutalized body as once more a galvanic climax began to throb in her 
helplessly quivering pussy. 

" Yeeeesssssssss!" she screamed in total abandon, her head shaking like a 
rag doll, her long red hair flailing across the face of the laboring man 
beneath her, brushing those grinning teeth like a toothbrush! 
"Fuuuuuuucccccckkkkk meeeeeeee! Everyone, fuck me!" 

The little living room echoed with the sounds of her obscene cries, and the 
men, as if hypnotized by her banshee-like cries of pleasure, were caught up 
in a frenzied orgy of lust. 

Tom stood apart, watching not just his wife and the two black lovers who 
were fucking her for all they were worth, but seeing also the blood-filling 
cocks, stirring once again to life...again...and again...and again. Where 
did it all come from, he wondered? We came from the sea billions of years 
ago, and from the amount of liquid that had been expended here tonight, it 
was obvious the sea was still very much with us. Maybe if I let them fuck 
her long enough, he thought, a bunch of shriveled up pygmies will be walking 
out of here at dawn! There's only so much of the sea that can be with us in 
our little bodies, he mused. Tom Fellcimer was not impressed by the size of 
any human body, not after sailing the rolling hunchback sea for months on 
end. 

But his beautiful wife was thinking nothing. She was aware of nothing except 
the titanic, steaming pleasure that inundated her sexy, drunken body. She 
was cumming, cumming as never before, cumming with a force so explosive that 
she felt as if she would be blown apart into a million fleshy fragments, 
scattered across the universe like a shattered star, spun into the farthest 
reaches of space until finally, after she and Tom had moved away to start 
again, after he had told out his stories about her and her lovers and her 
birthday party and won lots of money, after they had made love together over 
and over again before he had to ship out once more...well, then some night, 
when he was all alone on deck, standing watch, she would shower down on him 
and because of the gentleness of her hands and kisses, he would think it was 
rain. 

Christ! Didn't you get your paper this morning? Naw, I don't know why, 
mister, but I'll speak to the kid who's supposed to deliver. You'll get two 
tomorrow, how's that? 


THE END
