Drugged Into Swapping
by Justin Robbins


Chapter One 

The sounds of Friday night revelry carried easily and invitingly across the 
dark waters of the marina in Sausalito, California where the houseboats were 
moored, rocking gently on the dark tide and illuminated by a nearly-full 
moon in a sky that was for once free of the almost constant coastal clouds. 
There were mingled sounds of bongo drums and guitars and stereos blasting 
out hard rock. Young men laughed and girls squealed in feigned protests at 
whatever was being proposed, or already done to them. Ribald songs were 
being sung in uncertain chorus. Invitations and suggestions were called from 
one houseboat to another this balmy night. 

Perched alone on a piling, bringing a cigarette to her pouting lips for a 
nervous puff from time to time, Freddy Downs was feeling completely 
miserable. Somewhere out there in the moon-silvered dark was her husband, 
Paul, avowedly in search of a girl who would do for him things which she 
steadfastly refused to do. Particularly things with her mouth which she had 
been brought up to believe were in extreme conflict with nature, although 
she admitted to herself that, since they'd moved into the free-living 
university atmosphere, everybody they knew seemed to consider as nothing 
more than beautiful routes to sensual pleasures. 

But if such things - the fondling, licking, kissing, biting, even sucking a 
man's penis - were generally done and approved by society, why hadn't the 
trusted family doctor, who had carefully explained the "facts of life" to 
her at her mother's request, ever mentioned them? Freddy grimaced at the 
thought of that session. Dr. Markham was undoubtedly a competent general 
practitioner of the old school back in her New England home town, and he had 
the virtue of still making house calls, if not the charisma of a Marcus 
Welby. Even as a child, Fredrika had thought of him as having all the 
personality of a freshly-dead haddock. Her flesh had always trembled when he 
touched it during one of her periodic physicals. He had shown her medical 
charts of the male and female bodies and explained their purpose and 
function. He had made it all sound about as interesting and functional as 
re-roofing the tall-steepled white church of which he was a vestryman. 

And all the while she knew, from what she heard from the other girls in her 
school, that there was a great deal more to sex than that. 

Just how much more she had not been able to imagine before her marriage to 
Paul Downs. The sensations he could arouse in her sleek young body, with its 
high, wide-spaced breasts, tiny waist, flowing hips and long, firm-muscled 
legs, had been beyond her wildest fantasies, even those which came to mind 
on nights when she lay in her own room, trying to be quiet as she rubbed her 
fingers along her blonde-fringed pussy slit and found the little button of 
her clitoris which sent an eruption of pleasure flooding deep through her 
trembling, young loins, trying to be mouse-quiet because her parents in 
their bedroom down the hail might hear and suspect. 

Paul had been twenty-two when they married, and Freddy barely eighteen. She 
had assumed that he had been with women, because he'd been to college and in 
the service.. She had expected it, because Mother had said often enough that 
men were that way, and Freddy didn't mind. She was almost grateful that she 
would be getting a lover with at least some experience. And Paul had been 
both astonished and delighted to find himself with a virgin bride. Freddy 
had been tense early on their wedding night, but found herself quickly 
responding to the deft stroking of his hands, and his moist hot kisses which 
moved over her body and brought her young nipples to almost painful erection 
as his tongue swirled around them. But when he had attempted to slide his 
seeking mouth lower on her inflamed body, she had captured his head in her 
hands and held him back. She had parted her legs eagerly for him as he 
mounted her, and then there was the feeling of the huge bulbous head of his 
cock rubbing her tender young pussy, parting the swollen lips. She 
remembered panting and becoming tense until his tongue delved deep into her 
mouth and she forgot everything until there was a quick, hot stab of pain 
and she realized the maidenhead she'd protected so long was irretrievably 
gone. Again she could hear in her mind her gasp of surprise, feel him pause 
for her breathing to resume its former pace before sinking his lust-engorged 
penis all the way into her, slowly and deeply, and holding his weight on his 
elbows while his hands massaged the feverish mounds of her breasts and he 
waited for her virginal cunt to relax and accommodate itself to this strange 
invader. Then he had begun to pump into her slowly, wonderfully, and she had 
found herself rising to meet his strokes, beginning to pant heavily again as 
the pain went away and was replaced by sheer pleasure. 

Without conscious thought, she had wrapped her legs tightly around him and 
locked his driving body in her arms and sought his mouth. What was happening 
was unfamiliar, but not strange, nothing her body hadn't anticipated and 
been ready for, although her mind certainly hadn't. It was far better than 
anything the girls at school had talked about, and she was glad that she had 
waited, fighting off the back-seat lovers, and been intact for her husband 
on this most beautiful of nights. 

Paul had used his cock with skill and endurance that night, and she had 
responded eagerly, sobbing and moaning and letting him know how good he was 
making her feel, but he had not succeeded in bringing her to orgasm, 
although she thought she must be close when finally he lost control of 
himself and began drilling wildly and deeply into her most sensitive flesh, 
stretching her pulsing young pussy to its utmost, until she could feel the 
velvet head of his slippery member ramming against the mouth of her womb and 
the heavy slap of his balls against, the widespread cheeks of her churning 
buttocks while his hands squeezed her full breasts in rhythm with his 
strokes. She felt the gushing hot streams of his cum spilling into her cunt 
as it's never-before-used muscles milked the spewing staff of their own 
volition. Then, exhausted, he was lying heavily on her and she was stroking 
his back and holding him close while his penis slowly became flaccid. 

"Oh, you are the sweetest fucking," he muttered in her ear, kissing it 
tenderly. 

She had immediately gone tight and twisted under his weight, pleading, 
"Please, never say that word." 

"That's what it's called," he had said, his voice, so passionate a few 
minutes before sounding almost cold. "What else do you call it when you're 
doing it?" 

"Making love," she had replied after a long pause. 

"Okay," he said, as if it didn't matter what it was called. "Whatever you 
say." 

Slightly embarrassed by what she recognized as her own Yankee prudishness, 
she had padded naked into the bathroom. She was surprised to see there was 
very little blood between her legs, but that her tender cunt was richly full 
of her new husband's semen. The faint musky smell filled her flaring, 
nostrils as she gently washed herself clean. Then, in their honeymoon 
cottage on the shore of vast Rangeley Lake in Maine, she had made two cups 
of instant coffee in the tiny kitchen and brought it, and the bottle of 
brandy Paul bad bought at the state liquor store, back to the bedroom. The 
dim light touched her fair skin with golden tones and she had tried to make 
her walk as appealing as possible. She enjoyed being naked with Paul, now 
that it was finally legal and proper, and wanted him to admire her lush 
young body. She let her mass of pale blonde hair sweep up along his lanky 
young frame as she handed him the cup and offered her passion-heavy mouth 
for his kiss. 

"Pretty baby," he said, grinning. "Beautiful baby." 

"Beautiful man," she whispered back, deep violet eyes wide. She looked at 
his now-softened penis. "How long does it take ... ?" 

"About two cups of coffee and a little necking." 

"I'll try to wait," she had giggled, stretching out beside him. 

His time estimate had been extremely accurate. The unfamiliar stimulation of 
the brandy was loosening her up even more. She wanted to let Paul know how 
much she enjoyed him, but still she halted him when his mouth went below her 
breasts as their bodies pressed and rubbed together. She did not resist when 
he took her hand and guided it down to his thickening penis. She had been 
curious about the male organ for a long time, and wanted to touch it. Now it 
was soft and slick with their mingled juices. She felt it twitch and grow in 
her fingers and began to stroke it, sliding the foreskin back, gazing at the 
pink glands which was darkening as blood flooded into the stiffening shaft. 
She leaned closer for a better look, but drew back when she felt the light 
touch of his hand move up her arched back and press gently on her head, as 
if inviting it to move lower. His hand fell away and she continued to stroke 
him, feeling him grow immense and iron-bard. 

"I don't see how it was all inside me," she whispered. 

"It can go even deeper if you're on top," he said softly, stroking her 
swelling thighs. "Want to try?" 

"No ..." she murmured. That position, although there didn't seem to be 
anything wrong with it, hadn't been explained to her by the doctor. She 
thought she'd like to know Paul better before trying any variations. She 
tried to make her refusal seem natural. "I don't think I could take any more 
right away than I bad the first time. I have to get used to this thing of 
yours." She lay back on the bed and drew him over her, this time guiding his 
steel-hard cock to her eager pussy. "Love me, Paul." 

That time he bad plunged deep into her with a single, driving stroke. As she 
squealed and her legs jerked high in the air, he caught them and bent them 
back until they touched her throbbing breasts. She tried to protest and then 
fell silent, except to moan in pleasure. Each ramming thrust of his heavy, 
huge-knobbed cock rocked her entire body and the pressure of her knees on 
her distended nipples nearly doubled the wild sensations she was feeling. 
His balls were smacking hard on the widespread cheeks of her quivering 
buttocks and she began to gasp in ecstasy, rolling with him, surging up, 
arching against him with each stroke. It felt like she had a pile driver 
buried deep in her warmly clutching cunt. Her head tossed and her eyes 
glazed and it was difficult to focus on his face. 

It seemed like he would never stop, and she didn't want him to. She drew his 
face down and kissed him passionately, sucking his tongue deep into her 
mouth, loving this kind of kissing now. 

Then he was panting hard again, and she felt him getting even bigger and 
harder in her expanded vagina and she ground her heaving loins up hard 
against him, gasping, gulping air through flared nostrils. And again came 
the spurting flood of cum into the seething depths of her pussy. She could 
feel each jetting gush splashing far up inside her flexing cunt, and without 
being told to, she reached a hand down and cupped his bails while he was 
cumming. 

Again, she hadn't cum herself, but she wasn't worried. The way her body 
felt, she was sure she would as soon as this sort of thing was not such a 
novelty. 

They lay locked together until, both exhausted, they had slowly disengaged 
and fitted their bodies close and slept. 

Yes, in every way, their wedding night had been all Freddy Downs could have 
hoped for - all any inexperienced young girl could have hoped for and more 
than most virgins ever experienced - and the way her new husband woke her up 
was equally delightful, if startling for a moment. 

They were lying close together, her back against his hard-muscled chest, her 
buttocks pressed tightly to his loins when gradually the presence of 
something long and hot and hard at the juncture of her thighs brought her to 
slow, drowsy wakefulness. She felt his hand stroking the soft rise of her 
hip, and then his fingers delving around to the front of her, teasing the 
blonde-fringed slit of her pussy. Instinctively she arched back against him 
and, remembering, lifted her leg slightly. The full hard length of his cock 
began to rub slowly along the warmly pulsing flesh of her pussy and she 
sighed and began to squirm as the tight, damp petals of her cunt began to 
open. She started to turn to him but his weight blocked her, and he was 
drawing one of the thick, firm pillows down on the bed, positioning it at 
her hips. Then he slowly rolled her belly-down on it and his knee slid in 
between her legs, parting them, as her trembling buttocks rose. She caught 
her breath and let her legs splay wide, rising to him as his throbbing penis 
sought entry. 

"Help me put it in, honey," he whispered. 

Without a word, she had reached down between her legs, grasping the 
desire-heated member, and guided it forward. Then she gasped as its length 
slid smoothly up into her, deep, deep, deep! It seemed as if there was no 
end to it, that Paul could penetrate her even more deeply than he had the 
night before. And there was no sensation of pain, only a great, pleasurable 
swelling in her rapidly-moistening cunt. She sighed and rotated her sleek 
buttocks and humped up at him as he began to fuck her slowly, reaming her 
clutching vagina, churning deep inside her. She rose slightly on her elbows 
and began to rock back and forth with each stroke. In a matter of minutes, 
she was sobbing wildly, begging him to do it harder and deeper as his strong 
hands grasped the heaving half-moons of her buttocks and spread them wide. 
She tossed her head and grunted. 

"Do it ... do It! DO ME!" she cried out. 

And he had obliged her for what seemed like half the morning before 
beginning to fuck mercilessly into her peeping cunt. She felt him getting 
thicker and harder and then came the hot spray of his cum washing the walls 
of her clutching passage. 

Again, she was sure she had been on the verge of cumming herself. The fact 
that she hadn't quite made it she put down to her own inexperience, and 
perhaps some subconscious aversion to being taken from behind, although 
there certainly seemed to be nothing wrong with the approach, and it 
afforded her even more pleasure than she'd known the first two times, either 
because the soreness of having her virginity ripped away was gone, or 
because her mate could penetrate her even more deeply this way. There was 
certainly no reason to fault Paul's performance. He wasn't the type of male 
some of her girl friends complained about, one who "pumps, puffs and pops" 
in a matter of seconds. 

And was that ever something to be glad of. 

All in all, it had been a successful honeymoon. It had lasted two full 
weeks, and on the fifth night, she had succeeded in cumming. Not furiously, 
wrenchingly, but making it joyously and feeling complete. 

Freddy had realized that Paul wanted more. 

He wanted to use his mouth on her, and have her take his eager penis between 
her soft, sensuous lips and suck it deep into her mouth. His desire was 
plainly shown through every caress, every tickling search his tongue 
embarked upon across the hot flesh of her awakening young body. But he had 
never put it into words, and he had silently, if somewhat sullenly, accepted 
the little negative reactions with which she responded. 

Now nearly two full years had passed, and her answers in body language were 
still the same. But his demands had become vocal, and he had long ago begun 
to use the word "fuck" freely, either in reference to what they did in bed 
or as an expletive of anger or disgust with her attitude. Cock, cunt, ass, 
pussy and similar words had become part of his everyday vocabulary and 
served only to drive a deepening wedge between them. And since they had 
moved three thousand miles from the comparative refinement of Harvard Yard 
and the Ivy League to wildly-swinging California and the San Francisco Bay 
area, Freddy Downs had concluded that their life as man and wife was fast 
going to hell in a hand basket, which was about as close as she came to 
using profanity unless she did something unfortunate, such as hitting her 
fingers with a hammer while trying to hang a picture, when she could manage 
"Damnit-to-hell-oh-SHIT!" before biting her tongue to silence. 

Now, sitting morosely on the piling, listening to the lapping of the slow 
water under the floating docks and hearing the party sounds all around her, 
sounds she should have been a part of, Freddy Downs lit another cigarette 
and thought bitterly that it might all have been so different if only they 
hadn't allowed themselves to be tangled up in the sensuous web spun by Eldon 
and Beverly Maxey. 

If that hadn't happened, Paul might be mundanely but contentedly working his 
way up in the news department of one of the Boston newspapers or television 
stations, or in public relations or advertising instead of scraping his way 
, along as a teaching assistant in the journalism department at Cal and 
writing an occasional free-lance piece of one kind or another for whatever 
slick magazine would give him an assignment. Now, it was far too late for 
anything like Boston to ever happen again. 

Eldon Maxey was the head of the Journalism Department at the university. A 
full professor, he had a national reputation in his field. Students 
literally came thousands of miles to take his courses. He had also done 
screen plays for the movies and television and authored several successful 
books, both fact and fiction. He was a vigorous, ruggedly-handsome 
womanizing male in his early forties. Bev, a dark-haired, exotic, sexually 
predatory female, was a dozen or so years younger than El. She was his third 
wife. Freddy had heard it widely rumored that Bev was a bi-sexual, and from 
the long, appraising glances she often caught Bev giving her, Freddy thought 
this was probably true. The thought repelled her, but as long as Bev kept 
hands off, Freddy wasn't going to bring the question up. Paul had taken 
several of El's courses in the East, and had so impressed the older man that 
he had successfully urged Paul to get a California teaching credential in 
journalism, promising him a job in which he could earn an adequate living 
while expanding his own knowledge of the field. Paul had a quick, agile mind 
and there had been no difficulties in reaching this first, modest plateau. 
Maxey had promised that if they worked together five years, Paul would be 
able to write his own ticket in television, news papering or almost any 
allied field. And it looked as though this would indeed be the case. Paul's 
classes in basic journalism were jammed and he had a waiting list for the 
fall semester, which would be starting in a few weeks. The fact that more 
than half his students were co-eds in itself didn't disturb Paul's young 
wife. She knew that the same situation existed in almost every course which 
was taught by a young, handsome instructor who had a lot of animal 
magnetism. 

It was the circle into which the whole thing had drawn them which bothered 
Freddy Downs. It seemed they were wearing the Maxeys. El had made no bones 
about the fact he intended to bed down with Freddy. And instead of angering 
Paul, this seemed to amuse him, or at least not disturb him one whit. 

"Hell, baby, show me a guy who doesn't want a piece of your sweet ass, and 
I'll show you a queer," he had said once with an easy laugh when Freddy had 
brought the matter up. "A little bailing never hurt a girl." 

"You mean you wouldn't mind if I ..." she said, aghast. 

"I'm not encouraging it," Paul replied, as if it were of no great 
consequence. "But if it happens, I'm not going to do a Dutch off the Golden 
Gate Bridge. Or toss you off either." 

"Oh, God ..." Freddy had muttered. 

Things might not have become quite so severe if decent housing at a price 
they could afford hadn't been so scarce. The East Bay, the area closest to 
the campus, swarmed with militants and radicals and was ugly with heavy 
industry in the bargain. In San Francisco itself, the only places fit to 
live in were impossibly expensive. They had finally wound up with the rented 
houseboat, largely because the Maxeys had one at the same marina and knew 
the owner, who was in Europe for a long stay, developing some vague business 
interests, and was more concerned with having responsible people living in 
his floating home than in the rent they could pay. The houseboat had three 
bedrooms, one containing a vast waterbed, and all the luxuries to be found 
in an apartment which would have cost them four or five times as much - if 
they could have found one. It was even capable of churning around the bay on 
two inboard engines. 

Freddy was beginning to wish the damn thing would quietly sink at the dock. 
Preferably while Paul was aboard, half zonked and making it with some girl 
who was eager to suck him. There seemed to be many of those. Paul made no 
secret of the fact that if she wouldn't, others would and he planned to take 
advantage of every opportunity which came his way. At first, Freddy had 
believed this to be an empty threat until the day she had come home 
unexpectedly to find Paul and a pixie-faced girl with short blonde hair on 
the waterbed. 

Paul had been lying on his back, naked, his legs spread wide. The girl, 
equally naked, had been kneeling between his legs, her head rising and 
falling slowly, her lips and tongue working, making wet, slurping sounds as 
his turgid cock slid in and out of her straining mouth and her fingers 
massaged his balls. The girl had opened her eyes and seen Freddy staring 
aghast and shocked, from the doorway. She had raised her head only briefly. 

"Hi! Want to join in?" she had asked, grinning, licking her lips. "Get 
naked." 

"That's my wife, baby," Paul said. 

"So? This is a big bed. Trios are fun." 

Freddy had repressed a scream. She had run down the swaying dock, up the 
ramp to shore and across a graveled parking lot to a bar she had never gone 
into alone before. She had climbed on the first stool she found in the dim 
interior and proceeded to get sobbingly drunk for several hours. She might 
have allowed herself to be picked up by one of the men who kept buying her 
drinks, have let them do anything to her, except that the bartender happened 
to be a lesbian type who threatened in all sincerity to take care of the 
first male who tried anything out of line. The bartender didn't try anything 
either, because her newly-acquired femme was also in the place. It had ended 
with the bartender telling her girl friend to take Freddy back to the 
houseboat, make sure she got to bed safely and keep her damn hands and mouth 
to herself! 

Freddy had awakened with an aching head and a churning stomach and a strong 
resolve to never speak to her husband again. But in only a few days, she had 
yielded to Paul's pleas, accepted his story that he'd been more than half 
drunk and had not realized what was happening with the blonde girl until it 
had been too late to stop. Freddy had known it to be a bare-faced lie, but 
by then the needs of her own body were so strong she couldn't deny them any 
longer. She had almost raped Paul, but the wild fusion of their flesh hadn't 
sealed the rift. It was to remain and widen in the ensuing months, until now 
Freddy could think of him doing unspeakable things with other girls and not 
really care. She suspected she was fast losing all her pride. 

Now it was completely dark. She lowered herself from the piling to the 
walkway and padded on bare feet to their darkened houseboat. It was silent. 
She knew Paul was off on one of the other boats, doing something with 
another girl. Or girls. She turned on a dim light, crossed the big salon to 
the galley, got out a bottle of bourbon and made herself a stiff drink. She 
carried it to the big lounge chair, lit a cigarette and began to sip it 
slowly while she tried to think of a way out of her dilemma. 

The trouble with you, girl, is you're square! Square! She knew it must be 
the truth. In spite of the frequent raging demands of her own body and the 
way Paul increasingly chose to leave them unsatisfied, she had never 
responded to any of the offers, veiled or boldly made, which came her way 
from practically every male she met. It seemed like they all knew of her 
problem and wanted to help her solve it, but she shut them out, sometimes 
forcibly. 

So now they think you're some kind of freak, she muttered to herself, 
admitting that, rightly or wrongly, she was the one who was out of step in 
this casual, liberated world in which she found herself. And she no longer 
had her former world to return to. She could take her body back to the 
Puritan ethic of New England, but her head wouldn't be able to make the 
trip. Not now, not after the surging ecstasies she'd known in Paul's arms, 
not now that she had learned to cry out wildly as his rampant cock brought 
her to soul-shattering completion even on nights when she had coupled with 
him reluctantly at first only to have the savage demands of her body 
overcome the restraints of her emotions. 

God, what would my parents think? she mused, realizing that not once had she 
ever heard them making love in the rambling old house, let alone caught a 
glimpse of them doing it. The master bedroom which they occupied had been at 
the extreme north end of the second floor of the mansion, while Freddy had 
slept on the lower floor, in the southernmost room, as far away as it was 
physically possible to get and still be under the same roof. And there had 
been other restraints. From the earliest days of her childhood, there had 
been a strict, unbreakable rule that she was never to enter her parents 
bedroom without knocking and asking permission. Furthermore, the room was 
almost always locked anyway, and Freddy had been aware that her mother 
frequently slept in an adjoining room. Although the girl bad attached no 
importance to this in her younger years, her mother had once explained that 
she did so because she herself preferred a warm room for sleeping, while 
Freddy's father was not comfortable unless the icy winds of New England were 
surging through an open window. This had seemed reasonable, and Freddy had 
not given the matter any thought for years. Now, delving into her memory, 
she was unable to recall ever seeing her father in bed with her mother, or 
in bed at all, for that matter. Always when she had been admitted to the 
bedchamber, her father had been up and about, and wearing at least pajamas 
and robe if not completely dressed for the day. And her mother would 
likewise be fully covered, if only by a billowing negligee over her 
nightgown, a combination which shielded its wearer from even the most 
penetrating gaze. Freddie wondered if they ever made love at all, now that 
she had time to think about it. If they did, they had obviously taken 
successful precautions, because she was an only child. 

Enough to fuck up anybody's head, she thought, and felt the blood rise in 
her cheeks as she realized the forbidden word had sprung into her mind as 
the only one which accurately expressed what she was feeling. She stirred 
and got to her feet and made herself another drink, wondering what to do 
about Paul this night. She was going to have to do something, and soon. With 
each passing day, her husband was entrenching himself deeper into the 
wild-living community of the house boaters, which was augmented by an influx 
of undergraduates from Cal who sought out both her husband and Eldon Maxey. 
She was aware that many of them belonged to something called the Sexual 
Freedom League, an organization apparently dedicated to all the diverse 
pleasures the flesh could offer. Couples, trios, quartets, even well-planned 
orgies, were all these people seemed to be interested in. 

Damn it, I like sex too, Freddy thought sullenly. Why can't I have It clean 
and beautiful the way It should be? 

She was unable to comprehend how some people - Paul included - could 
casually engage in sex acts with others present. She was sure anything like 
that would turn her off completely. In a dim corner of her mind, she 
suspected that if she were a man, and found herself in bed with two 
beautiful women, she might enjoy having some form of sex with both at once. 
As a woman, she could not picture herself with more than one male. After 
all, she had only one cunt, eager though it might be for the swollen penis 
of a man. The closest she could come to imagining such a session would be 
maybe holding one man's cock in her hands, fondling it, while the second man 
fucked her. She enjoyed playing with Paul's cock, teasing it with her 
fingertips, drawing the foreskin back from the ridged knob that felt so good 
when it was burrowing deep in her clutching vagina, hefting the heavy weight 
of his balls. 

Suddenly Freddy had to know what was going on in the night around her. The 
music, the throbbing drums, called out to her, and she was intrigued by the 
reasons behind the frequent squeals and high laughter of feminine voices and 
suggestive invitations which carried, across the, water to her. She abruptly 
drained her drink, got a soft sweater from a drawer and pulled it on. She 
left the light burning as she latched the houseboat door behind her and 
stepped up to the floating dock. Slowly and silently, moving on bare feet, 
she padded down the planks to the Maxey houseboat, moored a few slips away. 
She tried to keep in the shadows. As she drew closer, she could feel a surge 
of anticipation deep in her trembling belly. She was afraid of what she 
would see, but had to look anyway. 

The Maxey craft was considerably smaller and less luxurious than the one she 
and Paul rented, but still measured nearly forty feet overall, with a beam 
of about sixteen feet. There was an open cockpit at the stern, snubbed up to 
the pilings. From there a ladder led to the sundeck and pilothouse on the 
upper level. Dimly, she could see several figures moving together on the 
upper deck. She beard the clink of glasses and a soft giggle of false 
protest from a girl up there. The cockpit was unoccupied as Freddy stepped 
aboard, careful to ease her weight down so that no sudden bobbing of the 
craft betrayed her presence. From the main cabin came the sounds of 
folk-rock. A soft light came through the curtained portholes. The rear wall 
was almost entirely glass, So that occupants of the houseboat could look out 
over the harbor on days when the weather was too cold to allow comfortable 
lounging on the air mattresses casually scattered over the cockpit. The 
curtains were not completely drawn, and Freddy had the vagrant thought that 
it was surprising they were drawn at all. Eldon and Bev Maxey never showed 
much concern about what people who might pass by could see if they happened 
to look in. But now the curtains were covering all but a few inches of the 
glass. Holding her breath, Freddy slowly sank to her knees on an air 
mattress and peered through the gap in the cloth. 

She drew her breath in sharply and blinked at what she saw. There were eight 
or ten people visible from her vantage point, and she knew that there might 
well be others in the bedroom beyond her line of vision. They had one thing 
in common. Every one was stark staring naked! 

Her fascinated gaze moved slowly from one bare body to another. Her own 
husband was the first one her wide eyes fastened on. He was lounging on a 
sofa, a can of beer in his hand as he looked up at Bev Maxey. Her bare calf 
was brushing Paul's knee and the heavy melons of her breasts swayed and 
jiggled as she moved in time with the sensuous beat of the rock music. It 
was the first time Freddy Downs had seen the woman naked and she realized 
Bev's body was even more voluptuous than she had thought when she'd seen her 
in the skimpy bikini or hot pants and halter which she usually wore around 
the. marina. The breasts, although large, stood firm, without, any 
suggestion of sagging. The nipples centered in the darker areoles were long, 
pointed. The narrow waist seemed too small for the fullness of her breasts 
and the rich curve of the hips which rounded into heart-shaped buttocks. As 
she moved, Bev Maxey's muscles tippled in long, sleek legs. Now she was 
saying something to Paul, her full mouth widening in a laugh, showing the 
fine, white teeth. Her dark hair hung in a tousled mass from her shoulders. 

What surprised Freddy was that Paul didn't have an erection. His cock was 
flaccid, hanging down over the hairy sac of his scrotum, and Freddy leapt to 
the conclusion that he'd already had sex with Beverly - or possibly one of 
the other women. Maybe even the one who at that moment was starting an 
intricate bit of lovemaking with Eldon Maxey. The big man lay flat on his 
back on an air mattress across the room from where Paul sat. His athlete's 
body was thick with dark curling hair which made him look even more virile 
as the woman with him slowly stroked his growing cock with one hand while 
the other tickled his balls. 

Maxey was lying flat, propped up on his elbows, his lazy eyes watching the 
woman, inviting her to go farther. Freddy Downs knew her, although not very 
well, because she had chosen to keep the acquaintanceship as distant as 
possible. The woman - girl, really - was in Freddy's mind an utter whore. 
Her name was Trish Marion. She was only twenty years old and beautiful as 
the sin she epitomized, with flowing auburn hair, a full ripe body which she 
cared for like a cat, a languorous pair of lips which seemed to be in a 
perpetual pout. Set off by her hair, her eyes seemed to be a deep green 
shade, but Freddy knew they were really closer to hazel. Her legs were lung, 
slender, well-tanned, her buttocks taut and smooth. Now she was kneeling 
beside Maxey, slowly pumping his hardening rod of flesh, drawing blood to 
swell the enormous head. Maxey's hand moved and she let her thighs part as 
his fingers moved up over the sensitive inner flesh and delved into the 
reddish curls of her pubic hair. She jerked involuntarily at his touch, then 
her mouth widened in a grin and she pumped his cock rapidly for a moment, 
then began to rock her pelvis against his lewdly probing hand.' 

Maxey arched his back and said something to her. Trish's head lowered and 
the tip of her tongue wet her full lips until they glistened. Her face 
hovered momentarily over the now-huge cock, and then her tongue began to 
lick it. Slowly, around the ridge and glands until it shone in the light, 
then down the length of it to his hair-covered balls. Her face burrowed into 
the tangled mass of pussy hair and her free hand teased over his chest and 
down to his navel. She began to move her wet lips over the turgid rod as if 
she were eating an ear of corn. 

Freddy was repelled by the wanton sight, but couldn't draw her eyes away. 
She held her breath as Trish Marion finally parted her lips wide and 
fastened them on the blood-swollen tip of Maxey's penis. Her cheeks hollowed 
and Freddy knew she was sucking hard. Then the length of Maxey's rod slowly 
disappeared up into the devouring mouth as Trish worked her head down around 
it. The mass of auburn hair began to rise and fall over the man's naked 
loins, very slowly, and Eldon Maxey caught it in his hands and played with 
it For several minutes, Freddy barely drew breath as she watched Trish so 
lewdly sucking and licking her partner. Then the head came up and Trish was 
moving over Maxey, straddling him. Maxey reached between his legs and took 
the long thick shaft and held it straight up as Irish slowly lowered her 
cunt over it. 

With her fingers, the teenaged girl spread her pussy-lips wide to engulf the 
huge head like another mouth, her buttocks swaying from side to side as she 
sank slowly down on the lust-inflated rod of flesh. She was looking down at 
Maxey, grinning as she paused with only half his length in her widespread 
pussy. She began to rotate her pelvis with smooth ripplings of her muscles, 
easing ever downward, until finally she let her full weight drop on him and 
she was impaled. Maxey's big hands grabbed her hips as she began to surge 
back and forth, up and down, making the professor's lust-bloated penis root 
deep in her body as he matched her wild rhythm. Several of the others, 
including Paul and Bev Maxey, had turned to watch. 8ev said something, 
possibly suggesting a' variety in the action, as her husband began to fuck 
in earnest, rising to meet the demands of the cuntal mouth which gripped him 
so tightly. 

Well, at least she's not sucking his cock, at least any more, Freddy thought 
as she watched. She found it difficult to identify With these two copulating 
creatures as flesh-and-blood people she and Paul knew. She was even able to 
be remote about the act of fellatio she had witnessed, to view it somewhat 
the way the participants must have thought of it. The woman using her mouth 
to bring her partner to the greatest possible erection so that he could fuck 
her well. Freddy never for an instant considered that she herself would do 
such a thing, but if others enjoyed it, well, that was their business, 
really. Unless it was being done to her husband. That would make it 
different. She still cringed from the memory of the day she had walked in 
and found the blonde girl so casually sucking Paul. 

In the moments during which her mind wandered from the scene unfolding a few 
feet away, while her eyes had watched but the images they picked up were not 
registering on her numbed brain, Bev Maxey had moved away from Paul and now 
was kneeling beside the wildly fucking couple, her eyes intent on the 
straining face of Irish as the girl bounced furiously up and down on Eldon 
Maxey and his rigid cock plunged in and out of her glistening vagina. Bev 
was fingering herself slowly now, parting the lips of her cunt to reach the 
coral-hued inner mouth and the excitedly rising bud of her clitoris. Her 
husband grinned up at her and he took one hand from Irish's churning hips to 
stroke his wife's leg and draw her to him. Bev scooted around and swung a 
leg over El's face and squatted down over him. Both his hands closed on her 
hips and he guided her down over his mouth. Freddy could see the tip of his 
tongue reach out, find the gaping pussy-slit, probe into it as Bev settled 
herself and began to rock slowly back and forth. Maxey's lips fastened 
tightly over his wife's pussy and his fingers parted the narrow crease of 
her buttocks as his tongue slaved lewdly up between her legs. 

Bev tossed her dark mane of hair and an expression of ecstasy came over her 
face as her husband licked and sucked at her widely splayed pussy. 

Then, balancing her weight on her knees, she leaned forward. Her hands 
reached, closed over the wildly dancing mounds of Trish Marion's breasts and 
squeezed them. Trish's head went back and she ground her pussy down hard on 
Maxey's jerking rod. Her mouth was heavy with passion. Bev's mouth sought it 
even as she rubbed her lubricious pussy down on Maxey's mouth, and her 
tongue slid deep between Irish's lips: She was rubbing Irish's breasts 
faster now and her entire body trembled. The three strained at each other, 
frying for even more sensuous connections. 

Suddenly a fourth figure moved into the scene, a tall, tousle-haired young 
man who made no move to join in what was happening. He was completely 
occupied with capturing the scene on film. Held steady to his eye was a 
movie camera. Its lens moved in slow arcs from one to another segment of the 
picture framed in the viewfinder, coming in close on Trish's cock-filled 
cunt as it slid easily up and down the glistening rod of male flesh, then 
sweeping up Maxey's body, across his chest to center on his mouth as it 
ministered to the dark-haired vagina which hovered above it, then up again 
to the lust-inciting caresses being exchanged between the two women. 

All of them seemed aware of the camera and unconcerned by it. 

Freddy knew the one with the camera also. His name was John Nash and he was 
a student of Maxey's who was ostensibly working his way through Cal as a 
photographer. It was common knowledge that his camera specialty was in the 
field of pornography, and he openly admitted to having produced several of 
the "adult" movies which were currently being shown in the art houses of San 
Francisco. He lived with Irish Marion, and Irish was the star of several of 
his productions and his principal recruiter of new talent. Irish herself had 
already made a commercial success of sex and boasted openly of being the 
youngest call-house madam in the area. She found her girls on the campus and 
frankly told anyone who wanted to know that the nubile, fresh-faced girls 
who let her arrange dates for them had needed very little persuasion before 
they agreed to put a price on a commodity they had been giving away until 
they met her. Freddy saw that John Nash didn't have even the start of a 
hard-on as he moved about, getting the action from one angle and then 
another, zooming in for close-ups of the glistening loins and eager mouths 
and hands. She doubted that this particular film would ever be shown to any 
but small, select audiences. No matter how uninhibited he might be, Eldon 
Maxey could not risk his full professorship by showing up as a stag film 
stud. 

Suddenly they were reaching a climax together. Maxey thrashing and driving 
up even harder and faster at Irish's clutching pussy, Bev grinding her 
passion-drenched cunt down against his mouth, Irish gyrating wildly as she 
was penetrated to the fullest depths of her widespread cunt. There was a 
simultaneous moaning from the trio. Maxey's back arched and his cock grew 
even thicker as his balls drew up to his body and their cum jetted deeply 
into the milking cunt. In moments, as the straining eased lewd strings of 
cum seeped back out from the cuntal lips and oozed downward to mingle in the 
forest of pubic hairs. The faces of the women were flushed. Their breasts 
rose and fell with their harsh breathing. Finally, as if in slow motion, the 
three disengaged themselves and fell apart. 

Outside the window, Freddy was mesmerized, unable to move. She gradually 
became aware of an ache in her knees, of a constriction in her chest, a 
dampness up between her legs. She had never experienced such a thing before 
in her young life. She was revolted by what she had seen, and by what she 
was now feeling. She wanted to fuck! 

She could feel the lips of her pussy swollen and distended against the tight 
thin fabric of her shorts, knew her cunt was opening and closing, seeking to 
be filled. 

I'm an animal. No better than they are, she thought. Oh, God, how I want to 
fuck! Fuck! 

Chapter Two 

Freddy was totally unaware of the young man who had silently moved up close 
behind her in the cockpit, so close that she could easily have heard his 
breathing if every fragment of her awareness hadn't been concentrated on the 
lewd scene which she was watching. 

He was a muscular youth of nineteen or so, deep-chested and wide in the 
shoulder, with the hard body of one who swims a long time every day. He was 
called Hubba, and if he had a last name, nobody seemed to know it, or at 
least use it. He was just Hubba. He worked around the marina as a 
jack-of-all-trades, a pleasant youth, good with his hands and a hard worker, 
always willing to oblige with fixing or painting or a dirty job like 
clearing a plugged toilet. He lived aboard a small sloop, hardly more than a 
day sailor and considered himself fortunate. He had neither the intellectual 
capacity for college nor the desire for more formal education than he had 
managed to acquire in high' school. He liked his work and he particularly 
liked the way it brought him close to an abundance of young cunt. He had 
never yet met a girl who asked if he had a master's degree before she opened 
her legs .for him. And most of them did at the first opportunity. Some of 
the older women - he considered anyone over twenty-seven to be from another 
generation - frequently made it possible for him to combine work and 
pleasure. It was not at all unusual for Hubba to spend an entire afternoon, 
at five dollars an hour, re-lighting the pilot of a balky butane stove in 
the galley of a houseboat. It took ten minutes to get the flame going in the 
stove and three hours to put out the fire in the woman who had summoned him. 
Hubba seldom found it necessary to make any moves on his own. The overtures 
were usually made to him by his temporary employer. It always amazed his 
uncomplicated mind slightly that so many of them wanted to suck his cock. He 
could understand it, after he'd fucked them once and they were in the mood 
for more, how they might want to get down on their knees and work him over 
with their lips and tongue until he was hard again. But a good many times 
they just kept mouthing him after he was huge and rock-hard again, until 
he'd had all he could stand and shot great streams of cum into their eagerly 
sticking mouths. And some, that was all they ever wanted to do, blow him, 
swallow his sperm like they were starving. A few wanted him to eat them, and 
he'd do it, but a mouthful of cunt juice didn't turn him on much. 

What turned Hubba on the most was what he was looking fixedly at now, the 
delicious chick he had never made it with, Freddy Downs. God, what a 
magnificent ass, pale in the reflected moonlight, erotically encased in 
skin-tight white shorts, threatening to burst out of them as she kneeled and 
pressed her face close to the window glass. Standing just a few feet behind 
her, Hubba could see part of what was going on inside the houseboat, and he 
could tell that Freddy was as hot as a pistol from watching, no matter how 
indifferent she always pretended to be about sex. Although he didn't know 
the details, Hubba was well aware that the sex scene Freddy had with Paul 
was far from what it could have been. Particularly for Paul. That son of a 
bitch was fucking everything he could get his hands on, getting his thick 
cock in the mouth of every chick he came across. Hubba wondered if that was 
what was wrong, that maybe Freddy wouldn't do it for him. Although he hadn't 
been able to see it, he knew that Freddy must like her fucking. Plenty of 
times he'd heard her moaning and half-screaming from the fancy houseboat at 
night. 

Now, at this minute, she was breathing hard and twitching her beautiful ass 
around and Hubba knew she was plenty hot. Well, that's what he was here for. 
He'd gotten off once with a girl on the sundeck, but she hadn't been good 
enough to make him hang around for seconds, so half an hour before, he'd 
come naked and silent down the ladder, intending to go inside and get 
another cold beer. And he'd found Freddy and watched her. His cock had 
slowly grown until it was a huge, a swaying monster of flesh sticking 
straight out, pointing up at the stars. He moved close and dropped to his 
knees behind Freddy, his hands reaching out. 

"Aaah!" she gasped in surprise at Hubba's touch. She had thought she was 
entirely alone, in fact had lost all conscious awareness of her 
surroundings. The pressure of strong fingers on her buttocks brought her 
sharply back to reality. She tried to twist free, and jerked her head around 
in alarm. "Who -" 

"It's me, Hubba, baby. You watching the show too, huh? Don't blame you. You 
hot? I'll do you up good." 

"Get away from me!" she blurted, her voice barely audible. She wanted to 
scream the words, but her throat was constricted by shock and fear. "Leave 
me alone!" 

"Hey, cool it," Hubba muttered in her ear. His left arm had moved around in 
front of her, drawing her back tight against his virile body, and the 
fingers of his right hand were fumbling for the zipper of her shorts and 
trying to peel them down over the firm roundness of her trembling buttocks. 
"Make a fuss and they'll come running out and you'll have to tell them 
you've been peeking, Freddy. Now you know you want it. Want it bad!" 

"Oh, God ..." she mumbled, trying to break from his grip and succeeding only 
in grinding her buttocks harder against him. She could feel the hotly 
probing head of his cock at the juncture of her thighs as he rocked against 
her. She almost pitched forward but caught herself just in time, taking her 
weight on the palms of her hands. She could barely see him as a dark shape, 
a hot body pressing tightly against her in the cool night air. The movement 
had parted her legs for an instant, just long enough for his throbbing rod 
to slide between them from behind, along the already-sensitive lips of her 
cunt which was separated from his penis only by a tissue-thin covering of 
fabric. She could feel the ridge of the glands sliding hotly over her 
aroused young pussy. His hand was still pulling at the top of her shorts and 
she clamped her thighs firmly together and writhed forward, trying to escape 
Hubba's intrusion. But every shift of her body only heightened her awareness 
of the turgid member so close to her burning pussy. She felt waves of heat 
undulate through her body and knew that it was betraying her, crying out for 
rape, for fulfillment. She clenched her teeth and moaned and, by sheer force 
of will, kept her thighs clamped tight, the muscles of her buttocks clenched 
against temptation. "Hubba ... stop ... please, don't!" 

"Oh, what an ass," he moaned, bending over her, thrusting hard downward, so 
the length of his throbbing staff burst into the air in front of her thinly 
clad loins. "Ooh ... move it, baby!" 

She moved, but to escape, not to help him. But the result was the same. 
There was no way she could break from his hold, and each writhing of. her 
young body only resulted in more exciting friction between his plundering 
rod and the opening lips of her warmly flowing cunt. She could feel herself 
wet down there already and a wild part of her mind told her to do what he 
wanted, to relax, let him peel the taut fabric away from her treasures and 
bury his staff deep in her pulsing vagina. The fingers moved around in 
front, began to rub at the hard little button of her clitoris and she wished 
they would rip the doth away, bare her quaking cunt to the cool night air 
and the hot male flesh that sought to penetrate it. Freddy tried to drive 
the thought from her mind, and with a supreme effort kept her thighs 
clenched around the lewdly pumping staff. She accepted what had been so 
suddenly forced upon her, but gave nothing further, except that she could 
not force her body to deny the stimulation it was getting. She found herself 
traitorously rocking back and forth in rhythm with his thrusts, swaying from 
side to side as the warm spear swept in between her legs and stimulated her 
cuntal lips beyond bearing. She bit her lip and tried not to cry out, tried 
not to let him hear the ragged panting that came from her over-aroused body. 
She let her head fall forward so the cascade of blonde hair concealed her 
face, and looking down her body, she saw the head of his cock ram in and out 
obscenely between her legs, dark against the white of her shorts., She 
realized then that he had removed the imprisoning arm from around her waist 
and that both hands were on her twitching buttocks as she humped voluntarily 
back at him. She was doing it, making her body move this way! He had gotten 
to her. The thin doth barrier was nothing. She could hear the soft slapping 
of his naked belly against her behind, and she knew that if right now he 
tried again to rip her shorts off, whatever movements she made would be, to 
help rather than prevent it. 

Freddy sensed he didn't realize this. Her mind swirled as she thought of 
telling him to stop for just a moment, until she could get naked for him, 
and then she fought the notion down. She was fully aroused, wanted him in 
her, deep and hot and hard, but she knew that if it happened, she would be 
unable to hold back the screams of passion which were building inside her, 
ready to spill past her slack lips and reverberate out over the quiet 
harbor. No! She couldn't do that! It was enough to know that she was an 
animal, as much of an animal as any 'of the others in the inner room, and 
caught up in an adulterous situation to boot, without announcing the fact in 
the throes of orgasm. 

But she would cum! She would cum wildly in this almost-obscene coupling, 
choke back the cries of ecstasy and wild completion that she knew Hubba was 
going to bring her to in just minutes, maybe in seconds. She knew that the 
crotch band of her shorts was soaked with her cuntal juices, slick with the 
moist droplets seeping from the deeply-probing penis which her thighs now 
clenched eagerly. 

Suddenly the sensations overwhelmed her. She felt the hot churning deep in 
her belly, the wave of liquid fire drenching the depths of her cunt and 
spreading outward until they engulfed her completely. Spasm after spasm 
shook her straining body. She heard herself gasping uncontrollably through 
clenched teeth. 

"I'm cumming! Cumming! Goddamn you you're making me cum! Now! Now ... your 
cock is huge ... FUCK!!" 

For the first time in her life, Freddy was able to say the word freely, 
wantonly, eagerly, without shame, even though she held it to a soft, ragged 
whisper. As her muscles contracted with the onset of another wave of 
cumming, Freddy saw the pistoning length of Hubba's cock thrusting lewdly up 
between her legs. Without making a conscious decision, she found herself 
supporting her weight on one hand while the other reached down to close over 
the thick rubbery head of his cock. it was hot and slick to her touch, yet 
velvet-soft. Her fingers squeezed around it just as Hubba's fucking became 
harder, deeper, more urgent. She felt the clenching of the rigid muscle, and 
then the first jet of cum spilled into her confining hand. She kept her grip 
tight and pumped at it as the hot, gushing semen spurted from him. She drove 
her buttocks back hard against him and could feel each succeeding surge of 
cum travel the length of the massive member before it inundated her fingers. 

Finally there was no more. She continued to hold onto him, panting and 
trembling, until his penis began to soften in her hand. She took her fingers 
away then, cupping her palm to hold his heated cum as he silently backed 
away from her. After a moment she was able .to kneel upright, then slowly 
get to her feet. She looked down, not wanting to meet the look that must 
wait in his eyes. 

"Hey - that was something else, baby," he said softly, panting. "Really 
wild." 

"My God ..." she murmured. She could feel the light pressure of his body as 
he stood close to her, the wet length of his cock against her, the light 
pressure of his hands cupping her damp buttocks. His cum was cooling in the 
palm of her hand, tendrils of it seeping obscenely through her fingers. She 
didn't know what to do with it. "I'm ... I'm dizzy. Or something." 

She could see the whiteness of his teeth as he smiled at her. They were in 
dark shadow. She could feel the nearness of him and the aroma of his cum 
filled her flaring nostrils. It glistened in her hand. She still didn't know 
how to get rid of it, She didn't want to wipe it off on her sweater. Then 
his hand was stroking up her back slowly, moving around her shoulder, down 
the length of her arm until it was under her own outstretched hand. He 
lifted it slightly toward her face. She looked into the darkness of his eyes 
for a long moment. The sound of her breathing was ragged in her ears. 
Obeying the unspoken command, she brought her hand up close to her mouth. 
Her tongue seemed to slip through her passion-swollen lips of its own accord 
and dip into the viscous puddle, tasting tentatively, then going deeper, 
swirling in the thickening mass. 

Freddy had never tasted cum before. The slightly musky flavor, the smell of 
it, excited her. Before she realized fully what she was doing she had lapped 
her palm dean and was taking each of her fingers into her mouth, sucking 
every drop, every bit of taste, from them. 

Only when there was no more, and the thudding of her heart slowed to a 
normal pace and her breathing was controlled and steady, did she slowly let 
her hand drop down between their close-pressed bodies. She listened remotely 
to the muted sound of laughter from within the houseboat and tilted her face 
up. She knew her lips were slick with his cum, probably glistening in the 
dark. She knew he would kiss her. She wanted to be kissed now, but she was 
afraid he would kiss the taste away, that his tongue would invade her mouth 
and take away the portion of his cum that she hadn't already swallowed. 

Without a word, Freddy Downs stepped around Hubba and over the cockpit rail 
to the dock. She moved silently into the night, toward her own houseboat, 
her tongue moving languidly over her lips. Once aboard, in her own bedroom, 
she turned a soft light on and, with a few smooth motions, stripped her 
scant clothes off. She stepped close to a mirror, looking at her mouth. It 
seemed no different than it had ever been, except possibly a bit swollen, 
the way it got when she had sex and was fulfilled. She savored the lingering 
aftertaste of cum and wondered with some confusion why it had to happen the 
way it did. Not with her husband, but with a young stud who was virtually a 
stranger. She knew it was tied up with her having knelt outside the window 
and watched the others doing it, but there had to be more, a lot more than 
just getting so hot she'd rooted back at the first cock that had come along, 
and reached an orgasm that was in its way possibly the wildest she'd ever 
experienced. And then licking its sticky cum from her own fingers, fingers 
which had closed eagerly around the rampant spear of his cock and milked it 
dry. 

Of course, she hadn't done all the thinks that had been in her head. It 
wasn't as though she had taken him into her mouth. She hadn't even thought 
of doing anything like that when she grabbed it. No. Nothing like that. The 
whole scene had just been so heavy, so wild, that when Hubba had made one 
little movement, she had never thought to resist; instead, had willingly 
licked and tasted and swallowed his semen. Freddy shut her eyes, dosing off 
her reflected image as the thought that if, instead of guiding her hand to 
her lips, he had pressed down on her- shoulder while his heavy arm was about 
it, she would have quietly sunk, to her knees and obediently taken his 
rock-hard staff between her lips and ministered to it. 

Freaking, she thought wildly. I'm freaking out! 

Snapping into motion, she gathered up her clothes and dumped them into the 
wash hamper. Then she stood in the shower and let hot water scald her body 
while she soaped herself repeatedly and scrubbed at her flesh. She dried 
with a fluffy towel and spent several minutes m the bedroom, standing before 
the full-length mirror naked as she brushed her taffy-hued hair. Her cunt 
was tender to the touch as she powdered herself, and she flushed as she 
recalled how, for a wild moment, she had wanted Hubba. to rip the flimsy 
shorts from her and ram his huge cock deep into her hotly hungering pussy. 
She put the hairbrush back on the dresser and studied herself in the mirror. 
There was certainly nothing wrong with her body. It was voluptuous in its 
proportions, and she didn't, have to exercise continuously to keep it that 
way. Her breasts with their pink nipples centered in areoles of dark coral 
were firm, outthrust mounds with no sign of sag. Her belly was a gently 
rising mound that dipped in to a luxurious growth of blonde pubic hair 
through which the soft slit of her pussy could be seen faintly. The pubic 
mound was high, made for love, and the well-rounded cheeks of her buttocks, 
she knew,, held a great fascination for Paul, who often told her he liked to 
fuck her dog-fashion so much because he could have both his hands and his 
eyes on them as he hammered deep into the well of her cunt. Her thighs were 
slim and smooth-muscled, her calves turned to perfection. 

Yes, Freddy Downs told her. image. You're made for love. Face it. So get out 
of your shell and come alive with all your body! 

She glanced, at her wristwatch and saw with surprise that it was not quite 
eleven o'clock. It seemed like the night had gone on forever already, but 
she guessed that was only because she had seen so much, thought so deeply, 
and then been betrayed by her own body into a wildness she had never before 
permitted for herself. Still naked, she moved slowly to the bed, glancing at 
the curtained portholes to make sure that she couldn't be observed. It 
wouldn't have surprised her at all if Hubba had followed her home, and was 
at that moment watching her through a slit. But there were no gaps, and 
Freddy was able to relax as she lay down on the bed and stared up at the 
ceiling. She thought for a moment of getting up and going to the room where 
the waterbed waited and surrendering to its sensuous embrace. She knew that 
the bachelor who owned the houseboat had installed it for only one purpose - 
fucking - and she had herself found it a perfect platform for this. It was 
wildly exciting to lie back and feel the heaving hydraulic pressure send her 
churning loins upward to meet Paul's impaling rod of flesh when they were 
together on the undulating surface. Now, she wondered how it would be if she 
and Hubba were there instead of Paul. Paul was very good in bed. It was a 
rare mating now which didn't give her an orgasm. But there seemed to be the 
promise of something different about Hubba. Maybe a gentleness under the 
wild maleness, an instinctive understanding of her sexual needs. Thinking 
back, she convinced herself that, at the moment of her surrender, when she 
wanted Hubba to tear her shorts away and violate her, he had realized it. 
Yet he hadn't done it. Why? Had he known that the wild sexual abandon of the 
moment would later have turned to self-accusation and condemnation, while to 
continue as they were', fucking with the thin shorts between their urgent 
flesh, would give her the release she so desperately needed, yet save her 
from the ultimate feeling of guilt later? 

It was a lot to attribute to a not-exactly-brilliant boy who had barely 
finished high school, such sensitivity. 

But the way he had gently led her to lick up his cum and savor it - that had 
been a beautiful, sensitive thing too. Something Paul, with all his bedroom 
expertise, would never have done. 

Flushing, she wished that Hubba were out there right now, that he would 
silently slip inside and join her and bring her out of her shell, teach her 
to make love. She felt herself becoming aroused again. Her hand slipped down 
between her legs, parted the freshly-powdered lips of her pussy and began to 
languidly stroke her clitoris. 

Erotic visions began to materialize behind her heavy-lidded eyes. As if 
through swirling mist, the figures formed. Paul. The virile Eldon Maxey, his 
male flesh rigidly seeking her out. Bev making excuses to touch, to rub 
against her in a feline way. Trish Marion asking her to make a noontime date 
with a Mongomery Street investment broker. Lanky John Nash, his penis 
unaccountably replaced by the zoom lens of a movie camera. Hubba coming up 
behind her, bending her forward with strong arms across the back of a chair 
and then burrowing far up inside her welcoming vagina with his enormous cock 
that was gushing sweet cum. 

Freddy's pelvis began to rise and fail and her legs splayed wider as the 
tips of her fingers teased her clitoris and then wormed their way far up 
into her yearning cuntal passage; first one finger, then two and finally 
three. She was panting heavily and she knew her face must be flushed. She 
shut her eyes and thrashed on the bed as she finger-fucked herself, willing 
herself to cum. But she knew she would fail. She needed the stimulation of 
watching others. Or she needed the friction of Hubba's cock. It was no good. 
She wasn't going to make it, and that was that. She had never felt more 
aroused, and less able to do anything about it, in her entire life. 

Oh, there was something she could do. She could put on some clothes and go 
up the dock to the Maxey houseboat and join the party. She could - if she 
were someone else. It was not the sort of thing Freddy Downs could do 
herself, no matter how great her need was. 

She found her watch on the nightstand. Three minutes until midnight. God! 
Would the night never end? Would the sun never rise, bringing light and 
sanity and self-control again? 

She decided alcohol might numb her senses, make her drowsy enough to drop 
off to sleep. Perhaps the raging visions wouldn't follow her into the dream 
world. It was worth a try, Freddy decided. She rolled off the bed, got a 
terrycloth robe which barely came below her hips and belted it around her 
voluptuous nakedness. It was a garment she should never wear without pants 
of some kind, she knew, but now there was no one to see. In fact, there was 
no need for covering herself at all, Freddy realized, but she kept the robe 
on, thinking that if she saw herself naked in the mirrors again, it might 
only increase her physical need and she would start looking for some 
suitable object to thrust deep in her throbbing cunt. 

In the salon there was a small bar setup, big enough to hold essential 
bottles, ice, mixers and glasses, with four stools lined up in front of it. 
She dropped a few cubes of ice into a tall glass, liberally poured bourbon 
and then a touch of water. Normally she took only very weak drinks. She did 
not particularly care for the taste of any type of liquor and, she realized, 
never before had felt the need of a drink when she was alone. Even when 
others were around and the liquor was flowing, she took a drink more to be 
sociable, to relax slightly and thus be better able to cope with the 
inevitable advances and groping hands. Now, she had no intention of getting 
drunk. Just get enough of the stuff down to ease the tensions. She opened a 
fresh pack of cigarettes and got one going before tasting the drink. It was 
too strong. She made a face and added a little more water, then screwed up 
her face in determination and drank half the contents of the glass at once. 
She gasped and almost choked. 

When the initial feeling of near-nausea passed, she felt the liquor 
spreading through her system and knew it would work. She would be able to 
relax with it. The needs of her body would be lessened, or at least easier 
to bear, now. She finished the drink in five minutes and immediately built 
another and perched on a stool to consume it more slowly. A warmth began to 
suffuse her from inside and she was conscious of her entire body, not merely 
her wanting pussy. She smacked her lips and realized the bourbon had washed 
away the aftertaste of Hubba's cum, and she felt vaguely sorry about that. 
There was a mirror on the opposite wall, one which rose from the 
thickly-carpeted decking to the overhead. It had a rose tint, and in it her 
reflection was softened. She had the hue of a peach ripe for plucking, she 
thought. She moved around on the stool, striking various poses, assessing 
her beauty, letting the robe fall open and gazing at the reflection of her 
proud breasts. Her eyes went lower, to the pale curly triangle of her pubic 
hair. Her hand moved down there and again she began to gently massage 
herself with her fingers, but the former urgency was gone, and all she was 
doing now was teasing herself, making her body feel good. 

Then she was making a third drink. Colors were becoming vivid, almost 
unreal, and she knew the stuff was having an effect faster than she wanted. 
She had no intention of getting drunk. She had never been drunk in her life, 
and from what she had seen of others who did, including her husband, it was 
a condition she never wanted to find herself in. She took her glass and 
crossed the salon to the record player. She wanted music, something to make 
her feel she was not alone in the universe. There was a huge record library; 
the owner of the houseboat had hundreds of records, mostly classical and 
opera. Paul's taste ran more to the modern stuff with a lot of stoned freaks 
screaming and yelling, a form of noise which revolted Freddy. She herself 
had no particular preferences in music. She liked anything which was 
restful, soft, something she could have around her without it intruding on 
her conscious mind. Now she looked through the albums until she found one 
whose jacket showed a man in white tie and tails with a violin. Whatever it 
was, it would do, and she fed it to the changer, waited for the sound to 
come up, set the level and then settled into a recliner chair with her 
drink. Shutting her eyes, the young housewife let herself drift through the 
melodic strings, she making a half-vow to actually find out the names of 
some of the pieces she liked. Sometime in the future she would do that. 
Suddenly she wanted a cigarette, and realized she had left them at the bar. 
It seemed like too much effort to get up and walk all the way over there for 
one, so she let it go and took another sip of her drink to divert her 
attention. Then she realized that her third drink was gone, consumed, and 
she debated making one more, finally deciding she should. It was beginning 
to give her a weird floating sensation and the bourbon no longer seemed so 
strong. One more good belt should put her out for the night, she decided, so 
she made the drink, got the cigarettes and lighter, and returned to the 
recliner chair amid a crescendo of strings. 

Two inches of liquor remained in the glass when Freddy slipped off to sleep, 
surrendering to the easy embrace of the soft chair. 

She had no idea what time it was when the others arrived. 

"Well, will you look at that darling girl!" 

Woozily, Freddy Downs fluttered her eyelids open and tried to focus. The 
combination of alcohol and sudden awakening made it difficult. The record 
player was quiet now. She shook her head and the images of Paul, Eldon Maxey 
and Bev became suddenly clear. They were dressed, at least partially, and 
for some reason Freddy found this strange. Then she remembered the scene she 
had witnessed earlier. She scowled at them and said, "You were having fun. 
How come you're waking me up? Scram." 

"Freddy, have you been at the bottle?" Paul said, apparently honestly 
surprised. "Well, whatever there was an accident. Some wiring caught fire on 
El's boat. No real damage, but it stinks up there." 

"It broke up the party," Maxey said. "Everybody split." 

"And you came here," Freddy replied. "Lucky me." 

"She's always growly when she wakes up," Paul said by way of apology. He 
came over to Freddy and hoisted her from the chair playfully as she tried to 
belt the robe tightly around her again. She was suddenly acutely conscious 
of the eyes of El and Bev on her half-naked flesh, and she blushed. "C'mon, 
honey, be a nice girl. El and Bev have to sleep here tonight. In the morning 
they'll hunt up Hubba and get him to fix things." 

The mention of Hubba's name made Freddy feel suddenly hot. She was afraid 
she was blushing, and to cover herself -she said, "Oh, that's too bad. Don't 
mind me. As Paul said, I'm impossible when I first wake up. Let's have some 
drinks. And we have plenty of beds. That's one thing - we have more beds 
than people." 

They gathered around the bar, and Freddy allowed Paul to. make her another 
drink. He didn't make it as strong as the ones she had made for herself, for 
which she was grateful. El Maxey took the stool beside her, while Paul and 
Bev moved over to the stereo and began sifting through the albums, standing 
very close together. Freddy watched in the mirror. From that angle, she 
could see perfectly as Bev reached out and began to rub the front of Paul's 
slacks. She saw the lewd bulge beginning to rise. Abruptly she reached for 
the bottle on the bar and filled her glass nearly to the brim. She saw 
surprise register in El Maxey's handsome face and ignored it as she brought 
the glass to her lips and gulped the burning whisky. She knew she was going 
to do something out of character and wanted the liquid courage. 

"Was it a fun party until the fire started" she demanded. 

"Huh?" Paul said, turning toward her as Bev's hands dropped away from him. 

"Oh, you know. Just the usual bunch. Fooling around and maybe boozing too 
much." 

"It looked like fun," she said quietly, her eyes unwavering as they pinned 
him. "I went up with some wild idea of maybe joining you." 

"You should have, Freddy," Bev said coolly. 

"I didn't think you'd want a square with clothes on." She laughed softly, 
without mirth. "Why didn't you bring John Nash and Trish down here too. They 
seemed to be buckets of fun." 

"Oh, honey," Paul protested. "So it was a little wild. I tell you that's a 
lot better than repressing everything and getting uptight all the time." 

"Sure. Let it all hang out," Freddy retorted. She laughed. "Don't let me 
spoil your fun. For God's sake, take your clothes off and do your thing." 

"Freddy -"Paul blurted. 

"I mean it," she said in measured tones, meeting his eyes. "That's your bag. 
Why should I stop. you from getting into it?" 

"Hear, hear!" El Maxey put in, applauding and laughing. 

"I'm serious," Freddy said. "There's just so much a wife can take. After 
that, she has to join in what's happening or get out. Well, there's just the 
four of us." 

"Freddy - you're drunk," her husband protested. 

"Maybe." 

Smoothly, she stood up and unbelted the short terrycloth robe and shrugged 
her shoulders. It fell away from her body to crumple on the floor at her 
feet. She stood defiantly naked, head high, shoulders back. She heard their 
gasps of surprise and the knowledge that she had utterly shocked them made 
her feel good. There was a brief silence before Eldon Maxey spoke. 

"I'll be damned." His lean, tanned face broke into a wide grin. "Why not?" 

Quickly he shed all he wore, a tie-dyed shirt and faded jeans. Freddy 
surveyed him coolly while, after a moment of hesitation, both Bev and Paul 
stripped. Freddy knew now that she must be drunk, and she was glad of it, 
glad that she had been able to go up against them, break through her own 
barriers, shock them. She meant it to go no farther than it had. There was 
no desire for sex in her. She felt only triumph. 

"My God. You're beautiful," El Maxey whispered. He couldn't take his eyes 
off her. Slowly he reached out and touched her on the shoulder, as if to 
make sure she were real and not a figment of his imagination. She made 
herself withstand his touch without flinching, even managed a slight smile. 
"You're real." 

"Of course she's real, you bonehead," his wife said. "Welcome to society, 
Freddy." 

The dark-haired woman crossed to her, breasts swaying, soft-muscled buttocks 
twitching. Before Freddy realized what was happening, Bev's arms had gone 
around her and she was pressed close to the sleek body, feeling its hot 
length molded to her own. Then Bev's mouth, soft and lax and warm, was on 
hers, tongue probing between her parted lips as soft hands caressed her 
back. Freddy went tense, trying to pull away, but Bev held her tight and 
prolonged the kiss. Against her will, Freddy felt her body begin to respond. 
She was trying frantically to think of a means of escape from this unnatural 
situation when Bev slowly released her. Bev's eyes were dark, smoldering 
pools of desire and Freddy knew for sure that it was true that Bev went 
either way. And now the other woman wanted her as much as either of the men. 
The young blonde had a difficult time steadying her breathing as the embrace 
ended. 

"I'll second that," Eldon Maxey said. With a smooth motion, he took Freddy's 
left arm in his strong hand, spun her around and drew her up against him. 
His mouth came down hard on hers and his tongue teased the inside of her 
mouth, driving deep, seeking her own. At the same time, while one hand 
pressed the hollow of her back, imprisoning her against his tall, 
hard-muscled frame, the other cupped her tautly rounded buttocks. Fingers 
probed the smooth crease between them and Freddy jerked as the tip of one 
found her tiny puckered anus. She jerked forward against. him and her pubic 
mound rubbed hard against his. She moaned up into his mouth and tried to 
break free, but he was too strong. She could smell the randy maleness of 
him, could feel his cock rising,. hardening like the trunk of a tree in 
between her trembling legs. As she tried to clench her thighs against the 
lewd intrusion, she thought of Hubba and felt the strength of will begin to 
melt inside her. El Maxey was rocking against her and she was intensely 
aware of all the points of naked contact. His mouth on hers. His penis 
rising between her legs. Her breasts flattening against. the hairy tangle of 
his chest, nipples rising, thickening, becoming acutely sensitive. The 
teasing probe of his middle finger at the tight little opening of her anus. 
She breathed heavily, fighting the excited sensations which were welling up 
inside her more than the male body which burned against her flesh. 

"Hey - that's my wife," Paul protested. 

"Help yourself to mine," Maxey retorted as he lifted his lips from Freddy's. 

"Maybe Paul doesn't think that would be a fair trade," Bev suggested. "He's 
talked a great swap often enough, but now that the moment of truth is here 
..." 

"Let me go!" Freddy cried out, breaking Maxey's hold on her and pulling 
away. "You three can do anything you want with each other. I don't care. 
I'll just watch. But I think I'll be bored." 

"Freddy, you pretty much asked for this," Paul told her. "You've got no 
right to put El down. You get a few belts of booze in you and do a complete 
turnaround and then decide you don't want to play." 

"I said we could take our clothes off," she told him coldly. "I didn't say 
I'd do anything more. Now, why don't the three of you just go ahead and 
fuck." She forced herself to say the obscene word. "Don't mind me. I'll 
watch. Maybe I'll learn something." 

She saw Paul start in momentary shock when she said "fuck" and laughed 
inside herself.. She drew a deep breath, took another swallow from her glass 
and time to light a cigarette before turning her cool gaze on her husband. 

"Paul - I want to ask you something, and I want the truth." 

"What, Freddy?" 

"I want to know if you've told El he can fuck me. That you don't care." 

"Freddy, I care for you," he protested. "I love you. But that doesn't mean 
we can't enjoy other people." 

"You told him he could then," she persisted. 

"What I said was that If you should ever feel like making it with him, that 
was between the two of you," Paul said uncomfortably. "I want you to be 
free. Not just jump into bed with any guy who comes along, but with someone 
like El, a friend, someone we know and like, well, why shouldn't you if you 
feel like it?" 

"That would make it nice," she said in a low voice. "Then you wouldn't have 
to feel any guilt when you make it with Bev." 

"Honey, it's hot like that," he muttered. 

"Just a friendly fuck. I understand," she said, keeping her voice steady. 
She drank again, seeking strength in the alcohol. She knew it was not going 
to make her drunker than she was. "Well, what about Bev? That was more than 
a friendly kiss she gave me. Is it all right if she makes love to me too?" 

"Freddy, this is impossible." 

"I want an answer, Paul." 

"Well - if you want to why not? I'm not afraid you'd turn lesbian. You like 
a cock in your pussy too much." 

"Thanks for the vote of confidence," Freddy said. "I don't really think El 
would be interested in me for long." 

"Hey - this says you're all wrong," Maxey protested, flashing his wide smile 
again and hefting the swollen length of his penis in his fingers. It 
glistened dully in the light. Freddy could see the jump of arteries as blood 
pulsed through its angry-red length. He was definitely bigger than Paul, and 
her husband was by no means under endowed. "Believe me, you're wrong." 

"I'd be dull after the first few times," Freddy said flatly. "There wouldn't 
be any variety, El. I enjoy making love, but that's all I do. I won't suck 
it for you. I won't let you suck me the way you did Bev while Trish was 
doing it with you earlier tonight. Nothing like that. Just plain 
missionary-type sex, my friend. Sorry." 

"That sounds good to me," he replied. "I'm ready. Ready for Freddy." 

"Well, Freddy's not ready yet. For anything." 

"You're a goddamn tease," Paul snapped. "Why don't you cover your ass up and 
get it out of here, then go to bed. Sober up!" 

"Don't push me, Paul," she warned. "All right. I don't want to be a tease, 
and I'll admit maybe I've had too much to drink, but I'm not drunk, though I 
may be a little nasty. I'll go along a little way. I'll go to the waterbed 
with you all. You can do whatever you feel like. I'll be there, but I won't 
take part. El, do you think you could lie there beside me, keeping your 
hands off, while Paul and Bev make it." 

"Oh, you come down heavy," the man said in a deep rumble. 

"If I don't promise anything, then you won't be disappointed," Freddy told 
him. Then she relented slightly. "If it gets too, bad for you, I might use 
my hand. I wouldn't mind that." 

"Hell, so something better might happen. Let's go!" 

Chapter Three 

I must be feeling something of what a condemned man feels as the executioner 
leads him to the gallows, Freddy thought as she followed the lead of the 
others into the room which held the waterbed. It stretched out before her, a 
vastness covered with a sheet of red satin. There were no pillows. The 
nature of the bed made them superfluous. Pale orange light glowed from 
panels in the walls. The intensity of the light could be regulated from a 
rheostat. The walls were mirrored and the ceiling was also. Where there were 
no mirrors, there were erotic line drawings of couples and groups in every 
imaginable sexual connection. 

Bev and El were walking her into the room while Paul took time to make a 
fresh round of drinks for them. He brought highballs on a tray, and also 
carried a bottle of some clear green liqueur and an ice bucket. Freddy 
nervously accepted the glass he handed her, another bourbon. She went 
through a long, uncomfortable moment before, again seeking courage, she 
raised it to her lips and drained it rapidly. 

"Enough of that, honey," Paul cautioned. "You don't want to go and pass out 
on us. After all, you wanted this." He dropped ice cubes into a clean glass 
and slowly poured the greenish liquid over them. It began to turn milky 
white. He put it in her hand and said, "This is better. It's Pernod. Relaxes 
you without making you drunk or sick. Try it." 

Freddy obeyed. It surprised her. She had expected something minty, but it 
had a licorice flavor that was strange, but not unpleasant. There was no 
strong burning sensation in her throat such as she always experienced with 
ordinary liquor. Paul made identical drinks for himself and the others. She 
finished hers and he refilled the glass. Suddenly she felt more at ease, not 
at all strange, sitting on the edge of the huge, surging waterbed naked as 
the day she was born, with her husband and his friends equally. naked and 
ready for exotic love making. They may be ready, but I'm not, Freddy told 
herself. Paul can go and do anything he wants with this witch, and I'm going 
to stay right here and watch it and it's not going to bother me a bit. 

"Well, why are we all just looking at each other?" she demanded. 

"Ah, yes ... why indeed," Bev agreed. She reached for Paul. "On your back, 
lover. Time for a French lesson." 

Freddy took a final draught of the chilled Pernod. It was like being in a 
dream as she watched her husband lie back and set the bed in surging motion. 
Bev was moving up beside him, raised on an elbow, then bending to kiss him 
lingeringly on the mouth. Freddy could see her tongue parting Paul's lips, 
penetrating them, and then the hollowing of Paul's cheeks as he sucked on 
it. She felt herself being urged down on the bed by hands of Eldon Maxey, 
and allowed herself to be turned on her side so she faced the other couple. 
She expected Maxey to reach immediately for her breasts or pussy and steeled 
herself against his touch. But his strong hand only rested lightly on her 
hips as he smoothly fitted himself to the contours of her back. She could 
feel the rigid length of his cock hot against her back, but she didn't mind 
that as long as it went no further. She clenched her thighs together, 
guarding against the sort of invasion that Hubba had so successfully carried 
out a few hours before. It was strange, watching another woman slowly and 
skillfully make love to her husband, but she realized she felt no animosity. 
She was just seeing what she knew had existed for a long time anyway. 
Psychologically, it might be a good thing. She would soon know whether it 
was really worse in the flesh than the abstract. 

Now Bev's mouth had moved away from Paul's. She was nuzzling him, 
suggestively, her tongue lazily tracing circles down the column of his neck. 
Her seeking mouth moved lower, across his chest, and closed on first one 
nipple and then the other. Freddy felt the waterbed surge as Paul trembled 
and shifted. She saw Bev's right hand moving over the muscle ridges of 
Paul's belly, fingers seeking the curly pubic hair, furrowing through it to 
the base of his rigid cock and finally closing on the tender sac of his 
testicles. His cock was standing straight up now, trembling as the wet lips 
and tongue moved steadily downward on his naked flesh. Bev brushed her dark 
hair back, allowing Freddy an unobstructed view of her face as she closed 
her band on Paul's turgid staff and slowly drew the foreskin back, exposing 
the thick bulbous tip. It seemed immense to Freddy. Bev's body shifted and 
her beautiful face burrowed in between Paul's widespread thighs, her tongue 
licking and washing over his sensitive flesh. Her mouth pursed wetly and 
began to travel up and down the length of his staff, her tongue flicking 
teasingly against the thin spermal ridge which ran along the underside. For 
a moment, her eyes locked with Paul's wife in a strong silent challenge to 
the less-liberated Freddy. 

Then her head came up and her lips formed a soft, pale red oval and brushed 
over the swollen cock-head. Her fingers squeezed the desire-thickened shaft 
hard and the head swelled as still more blood was forced into it. She curled 
her tongue and began to flick the tip of it over the swollen glands, teasing 
it lightly, then flattening as she began to lick as if she were eating an 
ice-cream cone. Freddy could hear her own breathing harsh and irregular in 
the room. She was barely conscious of the gentle rubbing of El's hand over 
the ripe contours of her buttocks. She was mesmerized as she watched Bev's 
full sensuous mouth open very wide and then clamp around the lewdly bobbing 
head of Paul's cock. She could see that the brunette's tongue was still 
swirling over, it as gradually Bev's head slid lower and lower and inch by 
impossible inch Paul's turgid rod of flesh disappeared up into the hot oral 
cavern. Behind her, Freddy felt El's penis pressing rigidly between her 
thighs and shook him off. She wanted no distraction from what was happening 
right before her eyes. 

Bev's head was rising and dipping now, her lips distending on the upstroke 
like a fish's mouth as the shaft of lust-engorged male flesh passed in and 
out between them. She heard Bev making a low, humming sound deep in her 
throat and knew the woman was off in a world of her own. Paul was moaning 
and twisting under her lewd oral caresses, and each sensual movement was 
countered by the soothing undulations of the waterbed. Freddy realized the 
motion of the bed itself was responsible for ramming Paul's slick rod in and 
out of Bev's mouth, that Bev herself was merely sucking hard, keeping it 
prisoner within her lips, while the bed rose and fell beneath them. 

"Oh, baby, I'm gonna cum!" Paul gasped. "Ooooh, quick now!" 

Suddenly Freddy was filled with smoldering anger. The hot spear of flesh 
which Bev was avidly devouring by rights belonged to her. That's mine, she 
thought in frustration. That cock belongs to me! 

Abruptly, Bev raised her head and the glistening member came out of her 
mouth. Her passion-glazed eyes met Freddy's and she spoke in a slightly 
slurred rush of words. 

"Put your ear on his belly. Listen to his heartbeat and how it is when he's 
cumming!" 

Numbly, Freddy obeyed. She half crawled, across the expanse of red satin 
sheeting and let her head slump on Paul's stomach. She could hear his ragged 
breathing, and the thumping of his heart. She had a sudden urge to lunge for 
his cock, stuff it in her own mouth. But before she could bring herself to 
act, Bev had it deep between her lips again. Her head rose and fell 
urgently, and her fingers were squeezing Paul's cum-bloated testicles as the 
nearness of orgasm drew them up tight to his body. Freddy heard it then, the 
gasping, the hammering of blood. She felt the uncontrollable trembling and 
the jerking and knew that at the instant, her husband was emptying his loins 
into another woman's skillfully sucking mouth. Her eyes were on the head of 
his penis as Bev's lips worried it frantically. 

She saw the depth to which he suddenly penetrated with one wild upward 
lunge, and the rigid outline of his penis against their neighbor's deeply. 
indrawn cheeks. Then Bev's throat moved convulsively as she gulped down the 
gushing torrent and Freddy could think only of how good Hubba's cum had 
tasted as it cooled in the palm of her hand, and wonder how it must be to 
have a rampant penis go deep in your throat and suddenly gush in hot 
fulfillment. She felt weak at that moment and continued to lie with her head 
on her husband's belly while Bev drew on the softening flesh of his penis. 
She saw tendrils of whitish cum oozing past the corners of her mouth before 
the other woman finally surrendered the depleted cock. Lewd strings of cum 
linked her lips and the damp cock-head as she drew away, and they stretched 
into long, thin threads before finally breaking and falling in pale threads 
on the dark tangle of Paul's pubic hair. 

Paul's thudding heart slowed its pace and his breathing returned to normal 
as Freddy drew back from him. He looked completely satiated. His eyes were 
closed and his mouth was lax. Bev's eyes were glazed and she looked at 
Paul's wife without giving any sign that she actually saw her. The pink 
tongue-tip was sliding across the heavy lips, licking the last of Paul's cum 
from them. 

"It got to you, didn't it?" Eldon Maxey whispered in Freddy's ear as he 
pulled her body back against his. She could feel the hard, urgent length of 
his throbbing rod against her belly as she turned to him. "It gets me too, 
watching Bev go down. She turns on so hard it's fantastic. She'll be spaced 
out for an hour now. And I don't think Paul will know just where his head is 
for a while either." 

"No!" Freddy murmured, softly but firmly, as Maxey moved to part her legs 
and center the swollen head of his cock at the entrance of her aroused cunt. 
She knew she was hot, that she wanted maleness in some way. If Maxey forced 
her at this instant, she would offer only token resistance, and that for 
only a few minutes before she would give way to her carnal urge to fuck. 
Yes, fuck; that was the only word for it. "Please - remember what I said. I 
didn't promise you anything." 

"Freddy - you want me," he whispered persuasively. "I know you do. At least 
give me your hand. You said you'd do that." 

"All right," she sighed, allowing him to guide her hand back behind her to 
his ready penis. Her fingers couldn't entirely close about its thickness, 
and it was trembling and hot in her grasp. She began to pump it, feeling the 
foreskin roll back and forth over the smooth softness of the tip. "Is this 
all right?" 

"Slower. Hold my balls with your other hand." 

She obeyed willingly, liking the feel of him. She rolled the sensitive 
little spheres around in their hairy sac as her hand glided in a slow, 
steady rhythm the entire pulsing length of his cock. She lay on her back 
beside El Maxey, aware that her husband had turned toward her and was 
watching them with lazy interest. El's wife had snuggled up to Paul and her 
languorous eyes were on them also. Freddy felt El's hand move softly across 
the quivering mound of her belly. She flinched as it slid on down between 
her legs and his fingers parted the aroused lips of her cunt, seeking its 
depths and the heated secretions that welled up in her cuntal passage. Then, 
as he began a gentle, lazy titillation of her clitoris, she relaxed. She 
gazed upward at their reflection in the overhead mirror and realized an 
expression of wantonness had materialized on her face. I really want to do 
this, she confessed silently to herself, and let her legs open wider to 
Maxey's obscenely manipulating fingers, welcoming them as they probed into 
her streaming cunt. But her own eyes stared accusingly down on her from the 
ceiling. 

"This is no good for me," she muttered, turning her head so her mouth was 
close to his ear and the others couldn't hear. "Not with them so close, and 
the mirrors. Please ..." 

"You could turn the lights all the way off," he said in his rich, soft 
voice. "Your hand is the most beautiful thing I've known in years, Freddy. 
Please don't stop now." 

"We could go in the other bedroom," she said hesitantly. "I'll do what you 
want there." 

"All right." He disengaged from her and eased his weight from the bed. It 
surged wildly under its occupants as he said to the others, "We want to be 
alone. Okay?" 

"Do your own thing," Paul said lazily, winking at Freddy. 

The other bedroom, the one Paul and Freddy used for sleeping purposes when 
they had had enough of sex on the waterbed, was separated from it by a good 
twenty feet. This space was occupied by a combination library-den and a 
circular stairway which led to the upper deck. Freddy felt a great urgency 
as she led El Maxey through the softly lighted salon. She closed the door as 
soon as they were inside and turned on a soft lamp. He stood in front of 
her, tall, handsome in a saturnine way, the touches of gray in his hair 
adding to his sexuality. His penis was long and thickly erect, and as he 
drew her to him, he slid it slowly between her legs, but made no attempt to 
penetrate her pussy. Freddy was tempted to take it and guide it swiftly 
between her now eager cuntal lips but restrained herself. She knew that this 
would not be a one time thing, that El Maxey would seek her out again. And 
she suspected that if he didn't do it soon enough, that she might find 
herself the uncontrollable aggressor. She would fight to stick to the ground 
rules she had laid down. She moved close to him and took his heavy rod in 
her fingers again. 

"Do you want the light off?" be asked. 

"No. I want to see you. Lie down." He did, stretching out on his back on the 
bed which was firm and immobile. She moved beside him, sitting on her right 
hip, bending slightly over him as her hand closed on his throbbing penis 
again. She felt his fingers slide up the inner side of her thighs toward her 
pussy and she pressed her legs together and said, "Please ... don't touch 
me. Not yet, anyway, El. If you have - have to luck me - I won't fight you. 
I couldn't. But this is what I want to do now. Is that all right?" 

"Sure." He grinned up at her and squeezed the hot flesh of her leg 
momentarily before taking his hand away. "I know I don't really turn you on, 
Freddy. I never really thought I'd even get in a situation like this with 
you. God knows I've wanted to." 

"I don't dislike you, El," the young blonde wife said after a minute during 
which her lightly grasping hand moved slowly up and down his staff. "Really, 
I know you're a brilliant guy and you've been awfully good for Paul's career 
and I don't blame you for what you feel toward me. Most men try. It's just 
the wild way you and Rev live. It's the kind of living Paul goes for. But 
the way I was raised, I just can't get with it. All kinds of inhibitions 
were programmed into my head since I was a little kid. Boys were evil. I 
didn't really believe it, and I do love to fuck. And I never played with 
myself or peeked in the window of the boys locker room. Wow! I don't want to 
be what I was, and I don't want to be as wild as you and Bev and Paul." 

"There's a middle ground out there somewhere," he said with a chuckle. 
"You'll find it, Freddy." 

"I'm afraid I might find more than I'm looking for," she confided, managing 
a shaky smile. "Look, I never ran into anything like tonight. Really. Seeing 
what was going on over at your boat. Peeping in the window like a dirty old 
Tom. At first I couldn't believe it, but I couldn't stop watching. Maybe you 
want me to shut up and just concentrate on you." 

"No. This is beautiful, Freddy. Talk it out." 

"Something happened down there. I came back here and got half loaded, and 
then went and quietly passed out and when the three of you showed up I got 
snotty and had to show you I was a big girl. I could lie there and watch Bev 
doing that to my husband and I can be here playing with your penis and like 
the feel of it in my hand arid deep inside want to fuck but I haven't worked 
myself up to letting go quite that much yet." 

"Don't rush it," he advised. "Let it flow. Whatever's right. I never heard 
you say "fuck" before, but now you're almost casual about it." 

"I never touched any penis but Paul's before either, El." 

"Considering that I'm the first strange male, you do it beautifully. Even 
Bev, who doesn't like to rush anything, seems to want to make me cum as 
quick as she can that way. The feel of your hand on me for so long is the 
best part." 

"You feel so alive," Freddy replied in almost a whisper. "I might as well 
tell you all of it. I meant I'd never touched a man except Paul until 
tonight. While I was peering in your windows, Hubba found me there on my 
knees. He tried to fuck me from behind, but I had shorts on." 

"That son of a bitch!" Maxey blurted. "I'll drag his ass over the coals!" 

"No - don't do a thing," she admonished. "You'd have done a lot more in his 
place. He held me and slid his penis hard between my legs, and it got to me. 
That and what I was seeing. I wanted to feel him there, ramming against my 
pussy, so I reached down and put my hand on the head of it and he shot his 
cum in my palm. I wanted it." 

"You must have been pretty hot." 

"El, then I licked it off and swallowed it." She shifted her weight so that 
her torso lay across his loins. The hot, thick length of his penis nestled 
between her warm, enveloping breasts and she pressed it tight against her as 
her fingers danced on the velvety tip. "It was just something I had to do." 

"How did you feel later? Is that why you got drunk?" 

"NO. No, I sort of liked it. I got drunk because. I was starting to see a me 
that I didn't know. Like now, us together." 

"Do you want to stop?" 

"No. I don't want to stop. I wouldn't do that to you. I want to play with 
you like this and see you cum." She moved slightly, lifting her body's 
weight and taking it on her right elbow as she manipulated his 
passion-swollen cock slowly with the fingers of her left hand. She peeled 
the foreskin back as far as it would go and slowly brought the tip, now 
slick with tiny droplets of his lubricating fluid, to the nipple of one 
breast and then another. She brushed it lightly across them, feeling the 
tingle begin in her belly. She thought just that contact might make her cum 
if she kept it up long enough. The glistening head was scant inches from her 
eyes. It seemed immense. She felt El's hand slide lightly along her upper 
thigh, over the rise of her hip to caress her back slowly, warmly. His 
fingers moved through the cascading tangle of her blonde hair. 

"Freddy ... your lips are very sensitive too. Touch it to them." 

"El ... no ..." she murmured. 

"Very lightly. Like you were putting on lipstick." His hand moved to the 
back of her head and he raised himself toward her hovering face. "It's warm 
and soft and exciting." 

Her hand was immobile on the length of it now. The slight pressure of his 
hand was guiding her head downward. The scent of him filled her flaring 
nostrils. The dark, gleaming knob seemed to fill her entire field of vision. 
She was aware that of its own accord her left hand was guiding him to her 
pursing lips. Then there was the first contact. It was unbelievably soft and 
warm. Languidly, she allowed her mouth to brush lightly over it and back 
again. She expected it would taste like Hubba's cum, but surprisingly there 
was no taste at all. She repeated the motion to be sure, letting her full 
mouth part slightly. Still no taste, when she knew there should be a flavor. 
Curious, she let the tip of her tongue seek, slide around the tip and then 
the ridge. It explored, finally found the droplets of nectar in the small 
hole. 

"That tickles," Maxey said softly. "I like it." 

Freddy sighed. She held her mouth where it was, barely touching him, and she 
began to pump him again slowly. The motion brought forth another silvery 
drop and she quickly licked it away, savoring the sweetness. She realized 
that if she continued, in time he would cum, shoot in her mouth. She told 
herself that it didn't matter, if his cumming happened in her hand, that she 
would not be able to stop herself from consuming it as she had Hubba's. 

"Lick around the head, Freddy," he urged softly. "While you use your hand." 

Wordlessly she moved so her face was directly above the up thrust shaft of 
flesh. She held it be the base and began to lick slowly, delicately circling 
the warm, luring knob with her tongue. She remembered how Bev had tongued 
Paul's rod all the way down and decided to try that. It was like licking an 
ear of corn, only much more exciting. She fondled his soft, hair-covered 
balls and kissed them too, feeling the arousal in her loins become greater. 
Then she flicked the tip of her tongue rapidly along the underside of the 
turgid flesh as her mouth returned to the head again. Breathing unevenly 
through flared nostrils. Freddy sent her tongue in wide, sweeping swirls 
over the warm softness of the bulbous cap. There were fresh drops of male 
pre-cum now, and she kissed them away. Sighing, she paused for a long moment 
and looked at Maxey. He was watching her intently, and she could feel his 
entire body trembling in anticipation. 

"000ooo-o-o-o-o-h-h-h-h-h ..." she moaned softly. 

Then her sensuous lips formed a hot, wet, circle and clamped softly around 
the bulging knob. She gulped and drew it entirely into the warm, juicy 
cavern of her mouth. It seemed to fill her mouth completely, and for a 
moment there was no place for her tongue, until she worked it around and 
over and down. Dimly she heard Maxey's soft sigh of pleasure as she 
experimented with the strange oral intruder. She slowly moved her head from 
side to side, drawing on his penis, leading it deep into unfamiliar but 
welcoming territory. She felt an overwhelming urge to take it all, until her 
face was buried in the triangle of his pubic hair. She tried, but there was 
just too much. She began to work her mouth up and down, not sucking at 
first, trying to make her tongue lash and swirl around the lewd male 
presence while her head dipped and rose. 

"Beautiful," he was whispering. "So good ... don't suck hard yet ... get 
accustomed to it ... just a little practice, Freddy ..." 

She barely heard the words. She was finally doing this thing which she had 
always resisted, and she was finding it highly enjoyable. A few times she 
gagged when her eagerness made her go too far down and the head pushed 
chokingly against her tonsils, but the presence of a cock in her mouth was 
fulfilling her at this wild moment. She learned that by tossing her head to 
one side she could make room for her tongue on the other. And deep in her 
own belly she felt the eruption beginning, knew the heated secretions were 
gushing down her cuntal canal to moisten the hairs which covered her pussy. 
She squirmed and El sensed what was happening and pushed his hand up there 
between her legs, deep into her, finding the ultimate depths of her raging 
pussy and the throbbing little button of her clitoris. She clamped her legs 
tightly around his obscenely probing hand and her taut body trembled with 
the violence of her cumming, fastening her lips firmly to the head of his 
cock and sucking furiously until the orgasm subsided. Then her blonde head 
began its deep rising and dipping over his imprisoned loins and his penis 
slid deeply and unhindered into her throat. She opened her eyes and saw that 
he had raised on his elbows and was watching her with fascination. 

"I'm going to cum if you don't stop that," he told her. 

"I hope so," she gasped as she lifted her mouth for a second. 

And then she was consuming him again, seeking the rich juice of the heavy 
balls she was squeezing even as her mouth urged him. She felt him get huge 
between her lips, and even harder, and then along the length of his cock she 
felt the first heavy mass of sperm speed to her avidly sucking mouth. It 
gushed and spurted, almost choking her. She made a tight ring of her moist 
lips and sucked with all her strength as spurt after spurt of hot, sticky 
cum inundated her mouth, filling it time and time again, forcing her to gulp 
and swallow and gasp. She thought it would never stop. It seemed that he was 
shooting ten times the amount Hubba had left in her hand. She heard herself 
making animal, slurping noises as she milked his insanely jerking rod dry. 
And finally he was subsiding, coming under control, done with his spending. 
She continued to hold his diminishing flesh tightly in her mouth as she 
tried to contain as much of his cum as she could, to swallow later, slowly, 
savoring every hot viscous drop. In the end it was Maxey who gently drew her 
away and up on the bed. She settled into the professor's arms, purring 
softly and panting as he turned her face toward him and kissed her 
semen-slick mouth, probing with his tongue. She felt the heavy, aromatic cum 
passing back and forth through their tightly pressed lips and then realized 
that he was swallowing it with her. When he released his strong hold, she 
fell back weakly on the bed and gazed at him. She felt hot all over, but 
satiated in a way she'd never experienced before. 

"That was magnificent," he said. 

"It was a - a whole, new world," she replied softly. "Thank you." 

"You're beautiful. Through and through," he said, moving to kiss her 
lingeringly, softly. His hands stroked her quaking body. 

"Um-m-m-m-m ..." she raised on an elbow and studied his tanned features. 
"You know, I'm still not sure I dig you. But I'm glad it happened with you, 
just the way it did." 

"Not with Paul instead? He's your husband." 

"I know.. And that's why it wouldn't have been good," she said. "I don't 
know if I can explain. But if I'd tried it with him, I'd have been much too 
uptight. I might have been doing it for no better reason than it was high 
time I tried to oblige him. And that would have been a bummer to start with. 
He wouldn't have been able to handle it the way you did, letting me play 
with him while the urge built up, along with the courage to do it. If I'd 
laid across his hips and rubbed his penis over my breasts, he'd have grabbed 
my head and jammed it in my mouth. You were able to wait until I found my 
own way. You urged me just right. I guess you knew I wanted to do it even 
before I did. And when I finally got to it - well, I don't have to tell you 
what it was like." 

"What was the best part?" he asked. 

"It was all so new and I was tingling every minute. But when you started 
cumming - that had to be the best." 

"A lot of girls don't like that part. They don't mind going down as long as 
you don't cum in their mouths. They gag and choke and say it tastes bad." 

"It's great. They're crazy!" she protested. "What it is, I never knew what 
cumming really was before, El. When we fuck and Paul cums inside me, I sort 
of feel it, but there's so much more going on down there, and I guess 
there's no nerve that picks up on it. Just a hot gush and that's all. But 
with my mouth I felt everything. I knew you were cumming tremendously hard, 
and I was glad because I was able to get such a strong thing from you. It 
was so much more personal then straight fucking, somehow." 

"That's good, Freddy. That's very good. You'll have a hell of a surprise for 
Paul the next time you get him in bed." 

"I wonder if I should tell him first." 

"That might not be a good idea," El Maxey cautioned. "He might get mad as 
hell." 

"He might get worried enough to stop chasing other women," she countered, 
reaching over him to get a cigarette and matches from a box on the bedside 
table. She lit one and blew the smoke out slowly in the air. 

"Paul is like me," Maxey said. "Bev is enough woman for any man, but I need 
others. I need you. I still love her, but I like her to have other men. I 
get a charge out of seeing her make it with another guy. Like with Paul. I 
can tell you, you'll be number one with him, but he's going to stray." 

"Well, if I can't lick you all, I may have to work my way up to joining 
you." She leaned over him and put the cigarette to his lips. "I don't know 
if I can. Tonight may have been a freak situation." She took the cigarette 
back and drew deeply on it. "Anyway, it was fun while it lasted." 

"There's always more where that came from." 

* * * 

"Why, that little bitch!" Paul growled, keeping his voice low. "She's doing 
it! She's going down on him!" 

"Like she was starving," Rev agreed in a whisper, somewhat bemused at Paul's 
tone of voice, which suggested equal parts of awe and anger. "Eldon's a 
persuasive guy." 

They were lying flat on the upper decks looking down through a glass covered 
hatch which provided both ventilation and overhead light to the bedroom 
below. Shortly after Freddy and Eldon had left the waterbed, they had roused 
themselves, dressed and sought fresh air topside. The pale rectangle of 
light from below had attracted their attention, and then the scene below 
caught their full attention. 

"Freddy. seems to have a natural talent for it, doesn't she?" Bev mused. 

"The little bitch!" Paul muttered again. "Miss Virgin Mouth." 

"From the way she went about it, I think that may have been the situation," 
Bev mused. "The question is, what are you going to do?" 

"I don't know. But I'll tell you this. If she refuses me again, she'll have 
the reddest ass in town." 

"Don't blow your cool, Paul," Bev cautioned. "Face the evidence. You must 
have been going about it the wrong way. Making too heavy a scene out of it 
or something. Hate to say it, lover, but it has to be your fault. She goes 
down the first time she's with El, and she doesn't even like him." She 
stared intently through the glass, "Look! He's cumming. She's going wild for 
it!" 

Paul couldn't watch it. He felt more humiliated having Rev see her husband 
succeed where he had so often failed than he felt angered by Freddy's 
finally yielding. Somehow, be must pay her back for this. When his head 
cleared and the initial shock of what he was seeing diminished to its proper 
perspective, he would make some plans. Meanwhile, he would keep this between 
himself and Rev. He knew he could count on the older woman's cooperation 
because she had made no secret of the fact that she wanted to make it with 
Freddy too. 

Now that Eldon Maxey had so smoothly initiated Freddy into sex in something 
other than the missionary position, it would be interesting to discover how 
far she would really go. He was sure that with people like Bev, and John 
Nash and Trish Marion moving on her, it would not take long to find out. 

Below him, he could see Freddy snuggling up to his university colleague. No 
doubt giving Maxey the sweet innocence and P a u l - a l w a y s - t r i e d 
- to - f o r c e - m e - a n d-that-made-it-impossible routine. 

Well, true enough, my sweet, he thought with some bitterness. But a new day 
dawns and we shall see. 

"Well, I guess the show's over," Rev said. "Let's get out of here. I'm 
starting to freeze. I could use hot coffee with a belt in it." 

"I want to see if he fucks her," Paul protested. 

"Well, after the working-over she gave him, it won't be for a couple of 
hours. Let's make some coffee and then get back to your waterbed. Nobody's 
fucked me tonight and you're elected." 

Chapter Four 

Somewhat surprising herself, Freddy Downs had slipped into an easy sleep, 
fitting her body to El Maxey's hard muscled maleness. She lay against her 
neighbor's back, her right hand across his hip, gently holding his now limp 
penis. It was not a deep steep,. and she was vaguely aware Of sounds from 
elsewhere in the houseboat, but they did not disturb her. This whole 
arrangement was Paul's fault anyhow. Whatever the consequences might be, her 
husband would have to accept them. 

For a long time she drifted in the misty area between sleep and wakefulness, 
but, when she finally came fully awake, the angle of the sun through the 
skylight told her the morning was well, along. Beside her, the journalism 
professor now lay on his back, snoring very softly. His penis was thick and 
hard. Freddy reached out and took it in her hands, hefting its weight, 
liking the smooth hot feel of it. She began to run her hand lightly along 
the shaft and he stirred and sighed in a satisfied way but he didn't open 
his eyes. 

She was drawn irresistibly to the tumescent member and the heavy testicles 
at the base, and grinned as she thought of a very nice way to wake him up. 
She eased down in the bed and bent over him, her long blonde tresses 
brushing his belly. Slowly she peeled the foreskin back from the huge knob. 
She wanted to kiss and lick it, but she had to feel it deep in her mouth 
first. She opened her full lips wide and slid them over the warmly throbbing 
tip and let her head slide down its length. She sucked deeply for a long 
minute before slowly twirling her tongue around the length of him, humming 
softly, thinking of how she would savor the taste of his semen when finally 
she made him cum, spray her tonsils and coat her mouth with his delicious 
fluids. Languidly, her mouth pouting as it pursed around its prize, she 
began to bob her head up and down. 

"Ummm-m-m-m-m ..." he murmured. "Very nice." 

She moved so she could meet his eyes, and from the expression in them knew 
she was giving him pleasure. She worked on his cock tenderly for several 
minutes, until he broke her reverie by speaking. 

"Freddy - I'd like something a little different." 

Surprised, she took her mouth away. "You would ... what?" 

"Your hand." 

"Don't you like my mouth?" she murmured, the surprise and hurt showing in 
her eyes. "You told me I was good." 

"You're magnificent. I know it sounds crazy ... but the way you used your 
hand one me was really out of this world last night. So unbelievably 
different. I dig the way you eat me, and I want you to do it often. But 
right now, at this moment, I want to see if the other was real or if I 
dreamed it. Please humor me." 

"All right, El. I'll do it for you." 

Shifting so she was kneeling on the bed beside him, the young blonde held 
his penis and began to use her hands as she had before, stroking his staff 
of flesh with slow, sensuous regularity, and toying with his hot testicles. 
She sighed with gratification under her manipulation. She sensed he could 
hold back for a very long time this way, and she was right. She quickly 
learned how to bring him almost to the point of ejaculation, then slow or 
halt her fingers entirely for a minute until he subsided, and then begin all 
over again. A full hour went by. 

"Now I want to cum," he told her softly. "Pump me hard." 

She shifted so that she was kneeling between his out flung legs. She bent 
over him and held his rigid rod firmly in both hands and jerked up and down 
rapidly, squeezing and kneading him. Her face tightened with her 
concentration on her task and her long hair swept wildly over his belly. 

"I'm cumming ... cumm - I - I - i-i-i-i-in-n-n-n -g-g-g-ggg'g! 
CUMMMIIIINNNNNNGGGGG!" he moaned, thrusting up at her. "Now ... now-w-w-w- 
...!" 

Her hands became a blur. She bent low over him, wanting to see the instant 
of the spurting. The darkening, swelling head filled her vision. She opened 
her mouth to its widest and poised herself a scant two inches above the huge 
bulbous head of his cock. Suddenly it gushed a geyser of hot, whitish cum. 
The elongated stream spurted deep into her mouth, coating it with sticky 
sweetness. Another stream followed an instant later, and she could stand it 
no longer. Wildly she dropped her mouth over the living fountain, capturing 
the erupting knob in the soft, tight prison of her demanding lips and 
drawing deeply on it. She gulped furiously to keep up with the outpouring of 
his juice, breathing raggedly through her flared nostrils while her 
now-skilled hands milked her treasure, squeezing for the last savory 
droplet. She burrowed her face into his pubis and moaned with pleasure for a 
long time. 

"What a wild one you are," he murmured. "You. came down on me just at the 
right instant." 

"I had to," she whispered, rising from him, sweeping her tousled hair back 
as she licked the lingering taste of his cum from her glistening lips. "I 
had to swallow your cum." 

"Did you make it like you did the first time?" 

"No." She chuckled softly. "My own fault. I got so wrapped up in what I was 
doing I completely forgot about myself?" 

"Let me fix that," he said. 

He drew her down on the bed, his hand delving between her legs and into the 
soft. triangle of blonde curls. He began to kiss her breasts and then lower 
on her body. He stretched out between her legs and kissed and licked the 
sensitive flesh high on her inner thighs as his fingers expertly parted the 
pink-hued slit of her already gushing cunt. His tongue flicked out as his 
head dipped low, and she reached down and took his face in her hands an 
instant before his tongue would have lashed wetly over her swollen clitoris. 

"El - don't do that," she whispered. "You don't have to do anything. I'm 
fine." 

"I want to," he replied, his finger moving inside her cuntal canal. 
"Delicious." 

"Not - not now. Not yet," she murmured, almost pleading. "That's never 
happened to me." 

"You're kidding! Paul doesn't eat you?" 

"I never let him. I never wanted to." 

"And you don't want me to either?" 

"I think I want you to do anything you want with me. In time," she said 
softly. "I'd like to put that off, El, until my head's ready for it." She 
sighed and tried to make her feelings clear. "Twenty-fours hours ago, I 
wouldn't have done any of this. But when we were together here, sucking you 
became something I wanted to do. I did it, and you fulfilled me. So 
beautifully that this morning all I wanted was to have my mouth on you 
again. Suck you beautiful cock. I guess I'm still adjusting to the sudden 
change in me. Give me the time I need. I know I'll want you to eat me too." 

"Hey," he said. "Make me a promise that I'll be the first." 

"It's a promise, El," she told him, and drew him into her arms and held him 
tight. "Not even Paul gets ahead of you." 

"I hope not. There's an art to eating a girl. I don't want to put the guy 
down, but Paul's ability doesn't match his willingness. I've seen him with 
Bev. He wallows in her and she doesn't get much out of it. But then, she's a 
perfectionist. She says only a girl can do another girl right. But she 
allows as how I'm as good as any of her girl friends," he chuckled. 

"Is she really far out that way?" Freddy asked, intrigued. 

"Bev goes all the way, either way, men or women. All she wants is for them 
to know what they're doing." 

"She kissed me pretty strong last night." 

"You should try it with her. Once, at least." 

"El - I'm not that way," Freddy protested. "I know. But if you don't try it, 
you'll spend the rest of your life wondering what it's all about." 

"Aren't you afraid I might like it too much?" she teased. 

"You? Not a chance. We know what you like." 

* * * 

Freddy thought meeting her husband and Bev would be a trying experience, but 
the encounter, which took place in the galley of the houseboat was, if 
anything, too casual. Several times she caught Paul's eyes on her in what 
she knew was a highly speculative way. She smiled demurely and said little. 
Let him wonder just what kind of sex she had enjoyed with his mentor. She 
doubted he could conceive of anything beyond straight fucking and silently 
laughed at him from behind her mask of innocence. After giving the matter 
considerable thought, she had decided it would not be a good idea at all to 
confront him with the fact that she had fellated El Maxey. Not only that, 
but she had done it twice and thoroughly enjoyed it. She thought that the 
fact she had finally gone to bed at all with another man would rattle Paul's 
cage enough for the present and a good part of the near future. 

Bev's glances were more disturbing to her for several reasons. The 
dark-haired beauty seemed to be conveying the message that she knew all, and 
Freddy, with some misgivings, faced the fact that this could indeed be 
possible. Too late had she realized they might have been observed through 
the hatch from the upper deck. She was confident that Paul hadn't seen her 
abandoned oral love making - he could never have witnessed anything like 
that without becoming completely unglued, she was sure - but it was possible 
that Bev, after Paul had fallen asleep, might have left the waterbed for 
some reason and gone topside and been in a position to observe. Well, if she 
had, to hell with it. What could she do about it? Not a damn thing. Maybe 
try to use it as a lever for a successful advance of her own. Freddy had 
been more than a little surprised that El should so casually advise her to 
have a lesbian experience with his wife, but then, considering his life 
style of all-out swinger, such an attitude shouldn't be considered too 
strange. And maybe he was right - it was something that she would always 
wonder about until she tried it. 

Now, sitting in the dinette beside Bev, facing their husbands across the 
small table of dark, polished teak, Freddy could feel the light brushing of 
Bev's bare leg against her own thigh, and she wondered how sex would be with 
the sensual brunette. How would she react to the love making of a beautiful 
and skilled woman? A slight flush suffused her face as she tried to make 
some sort of guess. She studied Bev's profile, taking in the sultry, 
heavy-lipped mouth, the fine bone structure, the dark, smoldering eyes.. The 
light touching of their legs transmitted a strong animal magnetism. 

Of one thing Freddy was certain. Bev would seduce rather than overpower her. 
In one way or another, she would be led by the woman just as she had been 
led by El into a new path, led in such, a way that while it was happening, 
she would be made to feel that she herself was the aggressor. The thought 
sent a wave of heat through her body as she realized that already, she was 
committed. It was just a question of time, place and circumstances. She 
knew, or was reasonably sure she knew, the physical acts which would be 
involved in Bev's making love to her. She would envision Bev on her knees, 
her dark hair obscuring the triangle of blonde curls of her own pubic mound 
while a deft tongue probed its secrets. She would be able to accept that, 
probably even join in it, if El's assessment of his wife's prowess was 
accurate. 

But what if Bev expected her to reciprocate? Would she be able to, bring 
herself to it. Or, more important, would she be swept up in a tornado of 
erotic desire as she had been with El, and be ravenous to give her mouth to 
the passion-moist cunt of the other woman? 

Freddy admitted to herself that she was no longer able to predict what she 
might do, given the proper stimulus. Fortunately, there was a convenient 
excuse for dispersing the immediate gathering. Eldon Maxey said that 
something must be done about his houseboat. He would have to find out, what 
was wrong with the wiring, and somehow they must get the stink left by the 
smoldering fire out of the craft. Paul suggested that they hunt up Hubba and 
see if he could handle the problem. With that idea in mind, the three of 
them left Freddy alone to tackle the small amount of routine housekeeping 
required on her craft. She drew a deep breath and sighed in sudden relief as 
they disappeared down the dock. 

Freddy discovered the household chores didn't last long enough. They were 
done in two hours, and she was left alone with erotic thoughts. She imagined 
the rich taste of semen in her mouth again, and felt the lips of her pussy 
begin to swell and press against the tightness of her jeans, and the 
beginning of wetness in her slit. 

Hot-pants little thing, aren't you? she chided herself even as she enjoyed 
the feeling. She looked forward to the evening, when she would be with Paul 
and fuck until they were both weak and spent. She wondered if he would try 
again to persuade her to suck . his cock. And she wondered if she could 
resist it. She was still somewhat resentful of the way he had practically 
forced her to bed with El Maxey, although God knew she'd , enjoyed the 
experience, more than anything she could remember. She decided that the only 
way to be safe was to entice him into ramming the eager rod deep in her 
pussy as quickly as possible, before she was overcome with desire for more 
fellation ... 

Unexpectedly, the problem was solved, or at least removed to a far distance, 
in mid-afternoon. Eldon Maxey received a disturbing telephone call from his 
superior at the university, one which demanded immediate action on his part. 
In the previous academic year, campus radicals had raised complete hell. 
Classes had been disturbed, there had been full-fledged riots on campus 
which were put down only by club-swinging police, and a major amount of 
property damage had resulted. Reacting, the Board of Regents, which held the 
purse strings, was at the moment wielding its axe on the budget. All 
department heads and key faculty members were being called to Sacramento 
immediately to plead for restoration of their funds. Maxey was scheduled to 
appear at 10 o'clock the following morning before the finance committee. He 
cursed savagely and drafted Paul to backstop him. 

"Do you want Freddy and me to come with you?" Bev asked him. 

"Good God no!" Maxey almost exploded. "Paul and I will be up all night 
trying to figure ways to counter the stuff they'll throw at us. The last 
thing we need is pussy on our bands." 

"Good luck. We'll try to keep busy," Bev said, with a grin and wink for 
Freddy. "One way or another." 

"I don't give a fuck if you ball a porpoise," Maxey retorted as he finished 
packing an overnight bag. "Our ivory tower is about to turn into a hill of 
shit." 

On that note, he departed, with Paul striding close behind him. 

"Well, I guess we know where we rate," Bev said,. With a wry grin. "I 
suggest we go to your place and get mellow on the cooking sherry." 

Afraid of where such a situation might lead, Freddy was reluctant, but 
couldn't think of a reasonable argument against it. She decided to let 
matters develop as they chose, and rationalized that if anything was going 
to happen between herself and Bev, it would be best if it took place while 
their husbands were away. 

Is this really me? she asked herself as she stirred a pitcher of vodka 
martinis while Bev assembled a plate of cheese and salami slices and 
crackers. Is It possible that I've changed so completely so fast? She 
pondered and finally decided that the change had been coming for a long time 
and it was the suddenness of it, rather than her now released sexuality, 
which surprised her. 

They brought the food and drinks into the salon and settled comfortably on 
the fool'. At the far end of the room, Freddy saw that the door to the 
waterbed room was open, and wondered if she would resist if Bev took her 
hand and led her to it. She thought that at least she was wearing slacks 
rather than the all-revealing hot-pants. That should slow things down, she 
hoped. 

And she was somewhat surprised when she realized there was nothing to slow 
down. Bev wasn't making a pass, not even reaching out to touch her, although 
they sat close together. For a time they speculated on what would happen in 
Sacramento and then moved on to other subjects of mundane interest before 
Bev, without any warning, dropped the bomb on Freddy. 

"How do you like sucking cock?" she asked. 

"Oh! My G - !" Freddy blurted. She saw the dark eyes laughing at her. "Bev 
..." 

"Don't get yourself uptight," the other said casually, with a knowing grin. 
"I was topside, having a smoke. You got the idea to do it and you did and 
from what Paul's said, it had to be your first time. No big deal." 

"Did Paul see ...?" The question trailed off. 

"If he had, don't you think you'd know about it by now?" 

Freddy missed the ambiguity of the answer and released her breath in a long 
sigh before saying, "Do you mind?". 

"Why should I?" Bev laughed. "I take my pleasure where I find it. Why 
shouldn't everyone?" 

"I - I'm amazed at myself." Freddy said in an uncertain voice. "But yes, I 
liked it. I did it again later." 

"Did you fuck?" 

"I didn't even think about fucking." 

Bev got up and mixed more drinks. Freddy had been certain her voluptuous 
neighbor would take advantage of the situation and make a lesbian advance, 
but nothing of the sort happened. The waiting was unnerving her. She had an 
urge to grab Bev, kiss her deeply to start it and get it over with quickly, 
but she held back, tried to contain her trembling, hoped for some sort of 
diversion. 

"How'd you like to do something far out tonight?" Bev asked after a time of 
silence. "A new trip for you?" 

Well, here it is and I'm going to do it, Freddy told herself. 

"Not what you're thinking, Freddy," Bev said with a soft chuckle. "One of 
John Nash's pictures is being. shown for the first time tonight in San 
Francisco. Trish does her thing in it, and I hear it's pretty wild even for 
her. They'll both be there and they invited us to come with them. They'll 
give us a ride over and back." 

"I don't think so," Freddy said. "Frankly, I think watching a movie like 
that would be a little much for me." 

"It's not really my bag either. Not when I can see the same thing in the 
flesh any time," Bev agreed. "But seeing a chick I know - and we've balled 
each other - getting it in widescreen color makes it different. Come on! If 
it gets too severe for you, you can split, and I'll go with you. The fact 
is, Trish told me one of the studs got really rough with her, damn near 
ripped her apart. I'd like to see that bitch hurting!" 

"Well ..." 

"I'll call them." 

Three hours later they were in the lobby of a small art house off Market 
street in San Francisco. As she and Bev fried to lose themselves in the 
gathering crowd, Trish Marion and a tall, evilly handsome stud who had been 
introduced as Larry greeted the customers and actually autographed pictures 
of themselves. John Nash, his hair unkempt, tried to be in several places at 
once. Trish was glacially beautiful. Except for thigh-high white boots, she 
wore only a see through micro-minidress of pale green which contrasted 
beautifully with her cascade of rich auburn hair. She looked like she might 
be only eighteen, but a smolderingly evil eighteen. 

A section of seats had been roped off in the middle of the house for John 
Nash and his party. Freddy found herself seated next to Trish, who seemed 
fascinated by her own image on the screen. She kept up a whispered 
commentary and explanation of how each shot had been set up as the film 
rolled. Freddy found it exciting to watch the action and at the same time 
have her ear filled with the star's reaction to it, and her recollections. 

In what passed for a plot, Trish played a college girl driven to have as 
many sexual experiences as possible. The sadistic stud played by Larry was 
the only one who really got to her, although she tried to find others. The 
action- began with them in a drive-in movie, working each other up in the 
seat of a sports car, until Larry pushed her head down in his lap and pried 
her jaw open until he could sink his cock in her mouth. She sucked with 
feigned reluctance for a few minutes and then broke away, complaining that 
it was an impossible position, with the gearshift and console between the 
bucket seats in the way. She offered to take him to the apartment she shared 
with another girl, and he agreed. 

"This is just a lot of sucking and some girl stuff," Trish said in a casual 
way. "We don't even fuck yet." 

The scene switched to a bedroom and a long session of passionate fellation. 
As it reached a climax, Trish's roommate, an elfin blonde appeared and 
joined in the final minutes, stripping and joining them on the bed and 
giving the stud a tongue bath as he came hard in Trish's mouth. After he 
left, they engaged in a prolonged lesbian scene. 

"Oh, that Marylou has the sweetest pussy," Irish said aloud, licking her 
lips. "She's gay all the way." 

"If she's here tonight, you can introduce me," Bev said, leaning across 
Freddy." She's a darling." 

"Sure. But she's a pro. It'll cost you fifty for the date." 

"I haven't had to pay for it yet," Bev said in clipped words. 

As the movie unfolded, Trish was shown in a series of sexual escapades with 
both males and females in various settings, after each of which, left 
unsatisfied, she sought out Larry again and submitted to his whims. 

"Now my ass gets raped," she whispered to Freddy. "I thought I could take 
anything, but that son of a bitch reamed me good!" 

The scene began with them in the living room of the apartment, both dressed 
and teasing each other with hands and mouths. Freddy realized the dress in 
the movie was the same on Trish was wearing to the premiere. After some 
wrestling in which small tables were knocked over and furniture shoved 
around, Larry stripped. He had an enormous erection as he pinned Irish on 
her knees across a deep sofa and ripped her flimsy panties to shreds. His 
body pressed her tight against the sofa and cruelly he parted the milk-white 
half-moons of her buttocks and worked first one, and then two fingers up 
into her trembling anus and the camera showed her startled reaction to this 
intrusion. Then the hot red knob of his cock was replacing the fingers, 
pressing relentlessly into her straining asshole as Irish cried out in 
sudden pain. 

"He wasn't supposed to put all that goddamn thing up there," the girl 
whispered angrily. "He was supposed to fake it and the camera get most of 
the action from in front of me. Even half of him in my ass would have been 
plenty! Look at what happened!" 

The camera switched to an angle showing the girl's pitifully stretched 
asshole with half Larry's huge member imbedded in it. Then his hands grasped 
her hips and with a sudden lunge he drove mightily up into her thickly 
distended anus, so hard that his balls smacked and flattened lewdly against 
her widespread ass cheeks. 

There was no doubting the reality of the sudden scream of agony from the 
sound system. The camera showed Trish's face contorted in almost unbearable 
pain, then drew back to capture her futile struggle against the reaming 
spear of iron-hard flesh on which she was impaled. She tried to get away, to 
claw at Larry, but he slammed her forward brutally and fucked remorselessly 
in and out of her tortured anus while the screams diminished to forlorn 
sobbing. 

"That goddamn John Nash was yelling to me that as long as I had it in me I 
might as well make it look good! Move my ass! Or they might have to re-shoot 
the scene. Wow! I didn't think I could make it, but I got my ass churning 
and after awhile it began to feel pretty good and I actually got my rocks 
off before the bastard finished with me," Irish said. "I had to get a doctor 
to shoot my butt full of pain killer, and I couldn't sit down for a week." 

"But that's the scene everybody's going to remember, baby," Nash said from 
the other side of her. "It got you a bonus." 

"It got me a massive pain in the ass," she retorted. "What I'd like to do is 
strap on my biggest dildo and bang your butt until it bleeds, bastard." 

"I don't think I can take any more of this, Bev," Freddy said. "Let's get 
out of here." 

"I agree. But it's almost over, and we don't have wheels." 

"I don't care if we have to take a cab," Freddy retorted. "They'll probably 
run loose all over the city later. Into every sewer." 

"Okay. Let's split." 

The cabbie wasn't anxious to make the long drive across the bridge to 
Sausalito, but a generous advance tip persuaded him. Freddy was silent 
through most of the trip. What she had seen had left her mind almost numb. 
She felt the need of a drink strongly when the cab dropped them at the 
marina. In the houseboat she went straight to the bar, gulped a straight 
shot of brandy and then built drinks for Bev and herself. The smell Of the 
side-street theater - a mingling of ancient cigars, urine, seat, mould and 
what was undoubtedly many thousands of masturbations - persisted in her 
nostrils. She had to get herself clean. 

"I've just got to take a shower," she said as she alternated between nervous 
puffs on a cigarette and sips from her glass. She knew the words might sound 
like an invitation to Bev, but she was beyond caring. "I won't be long." 

"I feel the same way," her companion said, but made no move to rise. 

Freddy went to the bathroom and began to run a hot shower. She piled her 
hair on top of her head and quickly stripped and stepped into the spray, 
letting the opaque door swing close behind her. She began to soap her 
slender, sleek body thoroughly. Despite herself, the images of the fantasy 
sex of the movie kept flashing before her, and the touch of her soap-slick 
fingers on her body brought erotic arousal. She was neither surprised nor 
shocked when she looked over the top of the door and saw Bev slowly shedding 
her clothes. Their eyes met. Freddy's hand moved, opening the shower door in 
silent invitation. Bev stepped in and took the soap from her, worked up a 
lather and began to spread it over both their bodies. 

Bev's touch was skilled, deft. Freddy trembled when their bodies made 
contact, breast brushing against breast, thigh against thigh, hip against 
hip. She felt her nipples rising and becoming taut, as Bev's hands hefted 
the voluptuous weight of her breasts and began to knead them slowly, 
teasingly. She felt the dark-haired woman's pubic mound moving warmly, 
stirringly, against her own, and caught her breath as Bev's well-soaped 
fingers slipped behind her, cupping the firmly rounded spheres of her 
buttocks, then worked into the narrow crease and finally found the rubbery 
hole of her anus. That touch made her jerk as she remembered the way Irish 
had been brutalized, but the sensation of the other woman's hand was 
wonderfully pleasant and an almost electric shock passed through her body as 
Bev's middle finger slipped easily into her ass to the first knuckle and 
began to lewdly rotate. 

"Oooooh ...!" Freddy gasped, instinctively screwing her soft young buttocks 
hard against the finger until it slid into her tingling anus to its full 
length. "Ummmm-m-m-m ... 

"There's a lot of pleasure waiting for you there, honey," Bev whispered. Her 
other hand moved up behind Freddy's head and tilted it upward. Then. her 
full, passionate mouth came down soft and warm on Freddy's, and her tongue 
explored between Freddy's parted lips, moving under them, deep into her 
mouth. 

Without deliberate thought, Freddy, slipped her arms around Bev and their 
bodies pressed tight, breast to breast, pussy to pussy, and they swayed 
together in the hammering spray of the shower. Waves of passion spread 
through Reddy's body and she moaned against the tantalizing mouth which was 
devouring her own. 

She had only a dim recollection of what followed before the stream of water 
rinsed them clean and they were close together as they stood on the thick 
bath rug and Freddy's body was being gently and teasingly patted dry by Bev. 
Bev bent to kiss each of the young blonde's breasts lingeringly as she dried 
them, then sank to her knees and wiped the droplets of water from the 
tanned, tapering columns of Freddy's legs. Without urging, Freddy parted 
them to allow Bev to dry her inner thighs. She felt the gentle touch of 
fingers on her cunt, the patting of the towel over her soft pubic curls, and 
the guardian lips being parted. Bev's dark hair obscured her face, and 
Freddy felt the woman's hot breath blowing teasingly on her opened cunt. She 
trembled and sighed, waiting for the inevitable caress of Bev's sensuous 
mouth on her pussy, but instead Bev rose to her feet again. She took 
Freddy's hand and led her to the waterbed. 

"I'm going to make love to you," Bev said softly. "I'm going to kiss you and 
lick you all over and eat you." 

"Yes ..." Freddy whispered. 

She lay passively, ready to accept whatever it was Bev would do to her, but 
lost her passivity the moment Bev's tender mouth came down on her. own. She 
sucked Bev's circling tongue between her lips and her own dueled sweetly 
with it for a long time. She felt the lazy movement of Bev's hands over the 
excitedly heaving mounds of her breasts, then the squeezing, the teasing of 
her nipples until they stood out hot and hard and incredibly sensitive. Her 
neighbor's mouth closed hotly and moistly on each in turn, sucking while her 
hands squeezed and. massaged the full ripeness and her tongue and teeth 
teased the throbbing nipple. Freddy began to moan and toss on the waterbed, 
and it surged under them, making their bodies rub electrically together. 
Bev's mouth was moving all over her now, licking her belly, up her sides, 
into her armpits, then along the full length of first one leg and then the 
others. Bev kept sweeping her mass of dark hair back as straying tendrils 
got in the way of her lewdly exploring mouth. Her tongue made little circles 
of fire on the incredibly sensitive inner flesh of Freddy's thighs, and 
Freddy knew her pussy was wet with her own warmly seeping juices. She could 
feel her cuntal lips swollen with racing blood, trembling with anticipation 
as Bev's fingers danced the length of her pouting pussy slit. She felt Bev's 
heated breath and parted her legs wide, offering herself. Bev's thumbs 
parted the guardian lips of her seething cunt and for a moment Bev's eyes 
looked deep into her own. Her tongue slid lazily over Freddy's heavy, 
sensuous mouth and then Bev's face slowly began to move downward over the 
ripe young contours of the blonde wife's body, disappearing in between the 
tanned thighs. 

The tip of her tongue moved snake-like along the oozing slit, seeking and 
finally finding entry. It flickered like a snake's tongue over the pink hard 
button of Freddy's clitoris and Freddy cried out softly at the contact and 
involuntarily her legs clamped tight to Bev's head and her hands caught her 
long dark hair and pulled her close. Bev's mouth closed tightly on the 
flowering cunt, and her tongue dipped and swirled and probed deep into the 
gushing channel as Freddy's juices began to flow. Freddy could breath the 
rich scent of her eager pussy filling the room and she writhed on the 
waterbed, exulting in the way it heaved her pubic triangle hard up to the 
tantalizing tongue and sucking mouth of her new lesbian lover. She was 
beyond restraint, beyond thought of anything except enjoying what she was 
feeling. She made incoherent little noises and her hands cupped Bev's face, 
tracing the contours of the bone structure, massaging it lightly while her 
body trembled like jelly and a river of her juices spread glisteningly 
across the mouth and cheeks of the other woman. She felt Bev's hands slide 
under her buttocks, lifting, and she arched her back and raised herself as 
Bev's mouth consumed her desire-inflamed pussy. A finger. slipped into the 
moist crack of her buttocks and found the rubbery circle of her anus. Freddy 
sighed as the finger sank deep into her and began to move in circles. She 
moaned and churned her buttocks up hard against the delightful intruder and 
began to cry out softly. She could see the passion-distorted image of 
herself in the big mirror above the bed. Bev's head was bobbing as she 
licked and sucked wildly at her neighbor's open spread pussy flesh. Freddy 
heaved herself against the seeking mouth and began to sob in near delirium. 

"Oh, Bev ... Bev ... I'm going to cum! Oh yes, quick now! Bev, I'm cumming 
... eat me, suck me! I'm cummmm-m-m-mi-nn-n-n-ng-ggg!!!!!" 

It seemed like a boiling geyser erupted in her loins. She could feel her 
cunt gushing hot musky, juice down into Bev's hungrily devouring mouth. Bev 
was gasping and panting and squeezing her in a quaking release of her own. 
Their moans of ecstasy mingled and Freddy clamped Bev's head between her 
spasming thighs so hard her muscles began to cramp before, completely spent, 
she fell back like a disjointed doll on the heaving waterbed. For a long 
time her hands caressed Bev's face and the hair that was damp with her cum 
before Bev, breathing slowly and deeply, disengaged herself. 

Freddy drew Bev up beside her and sought the older woman's mouth, the 
passion-swollen lips which were glistening with her own cum. She traced the 
contours of her swollen lips with the tip of her tongue and they kissed 
slowly and deeply while their hands continued to explore each other. Their 
bodies were slick with the dew of their love making. 

"You're delicious," Bev murmured. 

"You were wonderful for me," Freddy said softly. "I never came quite like 
that before." She felt herself blushing as she looked deep into Bev's 
smoldery eyes. "I - well, I wanted to try it. I didn't know whether I could 
go through with it." 

"How do you feel, baby?" 

"Beautiful. Want me to get drinks or us?" 

"And wash your taste from my mouth? Well, I suppose. You wouldn't think so, 
but doing that, eating, makes your mouth dry." 

"Be right back." Freddy bounced from the bed and almost skipped into the 
salon, where she built tall drinks with hands which trembled. Her body still 
tingled gloriously and her flesh seemed to glow. She reflected that El Maxey 
had certainly been right about his wife's expertise at cunnilingus. The 
slashing feather-touch of tongue to clitoris had been incredible! She 
returned to the waterbed with a hip-swinging stride, all memory of the 
sordid movie gone from her mind now, handed Bev a glass and eased herself 
down on the restless waterbed. "Little earthquakes are rumbling in me. I'm 
still cumming a little. Wow!" 

"You're a wow! girl," Bev said, stroking the warm, velvet soft flesh of her 
upper leg. "Any remorse?" 

"Not a bit. Should there be?" 

"No way. This doesn't mean you're a lesbian. Just that you can enjoy a woman 
as well as a man. I do, and I never think of myself as lesbian." She lit two 
cigarettes and put one between Freddy's lips.. 

"Ummm-m-m-m ... I wonder what my ever lovin Paul would say if he could see 
us." 

"He'd blink hard. That's for sure," Bev said, chuckling. 

"Stay with me tonight?" Freddy asked. She turned Bev's face toward her and 
kissed the heavy lips lingeringly. "Make more love?" 

"I thought you'd never ask." 

They took a long time finishing tile drinks. Freddy fed records to the 
stereo set and turned up the speakers in the room. They began a slow, 
experimental love play. Freddy discovered it was exciting to kiss and suck 
Bev's full breasts, trill the tip of her tongue over the distended nipples. 
Her hand strayed to Bev's dark fringed cunt and began to explore. It was 
soft and hot and tantalizingly damp as she twirled the curly hairs into 
little braids. Bev began to thrust her pulsing mound up against the 
searching fingers in lazy rhythm as Freddy worked them deep into the pulsing 
slit. Bev's mouth sought hers and there was a long time of deep, wet 
kissing. 

"I want to lick you ..." Freddy whispered. 

"Ummmmm ... do it!" 

As Bev had done to her, Freddy began to kiss and lave her neighbor's hot 
sleek body. Her nostrils flared wide as she breathed in the heady female 
Scent, tasted the saltiness of Bev's perspiration. She quickly discovered 
that a light dancing of the tip of her tongue along the contours of Bev's 
body, mingled with unannounced little nibbling bits with her sharp teeth, or 
a moist kiss on trembling flesh, brought little gasps of pleasure from Bev. 
She recalled El Maxey's comment that Bev thought Paul was inept at 
cunnilingus, that all he did was root and wallow. She sensed that although 
she had absolutely no experience, she had an instinct which would serve her 
well. 

The heady aroma of Bev's waiting cunt filled her nostrils as she settled up 
between the voluptuous brunette's trembling thighs. The dark-fringed pussy 
lit awaited her, glistening like a luminescent pearl. She traced it with her 
fingertips, parting the lips so that the coral-pink inner tissues beckoned. 
She could clearly see the somewhat darker bud of Bev's clitoris. She pursed 
her lips and blew gently over the glistening nether mouth. Bev writhed in 
anticipation. Then Freddy brought her face down to the lush damp forest of 
hair. The tip of her tongue slithered along the outer lips and then darted 
in a blurred motion like a butterfly's wings from side to side and up and 
down. It brushed wetly over the tiny pulsing clitoris, which seemed ready to 
burst from its sheath, and then Freddy made her tongue flat and slowly, 
teasingly, laved Bev's pussy; tasting its warm slippery nectar. Bev sighed 
and her legs clamped momentarily on Freddy's head, then opened to give her 
friend full access again to the excitedly dilating lips of her cunt. 

Freddy burrowed in, kissing, beginning to suck at the object Of her desire. 
Her tongue found the deep cuntal passage and worked up it, swirling, tip 
probing, tasting. She sighed and sucked some more. Bev's pelvis began lewdly 
undulating and the waterbed caught the rhythm and they rose and fell as if 
caught on a restless ocean. Freddy could hear the wet, slurpy sound of her 
tongue devouring its carnal feast, feel the tremors begin to surge through 
Bev's. overly aroused body. She slipped her hands under the ripe, 
firm-muscled cheeks of Bev's buttocks spreading the taut mounds of flesh 
with her fingers and finding the tight little ring of Bev's anus. As Bev had 
done to her, she proved with her middle finger, but the sphincter was strong 
in its resistance to the intrusion. Freddy withdrew her hand, rubbed it in 
the warm viscous secretions which oozed slickly from Bev's palpitating cunt, 
and tried again. This time she was able to penetrate. She heard Bev's soft 
cry of pleasure and worked the tip of her finger in a slow rotary motion, 
easing it deeper into the quivering brunette's helpless anus. Bev hunched 
and screwed down hard on it, taking it all the way up into her until the 
palm of Freddy's hand was flattened against the firm spheres of Bev's ass 
cheeks. She began to titillate the slowly relaxing asshole in a steady 
lust-inciting rhythm while her mouth devoured the wildly spending cunt. She 
knew what she was doing now, was confident enough to experiment with 
nibbling and sucking as Bev's responses, her tossing and twisting and 
moaning became more and more vigorous. 

This Is so different than sucking a cock, Freddy thought as she laved the 
love-swollen lips and what lay beyond them. With a cock, there was no taste 
at all, not until the cum squirted hot and thick in her mouth. But Bev's 
pussy was a fountain of exotic flavor and scent, one which grew richer 
minute by minute until it was completely filing her head. 

"Oh, God, I'm going to cum!" Bev moaned. "Oh, Freddy, now! Eat me ... use 
your tongue! Eat me!" 

Under Freddy's sensuously seeking mouth the woman went wild, tossing and 
bucking up at her and crying out, her arms flailing and smacking down hard 
on the undulating Waterbed, her heels beating a wild tattoo. Freddy sucked 
and lashed with her tongue and when the quaking spasm reached it's height 
caught the nib of Bev's clitoris between her cumelick lips and sucked It 
furiously, using the hardened tip of her tongue mercilessly. 

"Ooooh! Ooooohhhli! Oooo-o-o-h-h-h-h-h!! There's so much cumming! Oh Freddy 
... Freddy!!!" 

Bev's heaving body suddenly went loose and pliant and she lay gasping on the 
wildly surging bed as Freddy began to vase her oral caresses. The young 
blonde remained on her knees, face buried in the now soaked curls of Bev's - 
hotly contracting cunt, her face slippery wet with the other woman's cum. 
She sucked until there was no more, swallowing, savoring its heady flavor, 
scarcely aware of how she herself was panting with excitement. Her swollen 
lips kissed the spent pussy lingeringly, and then her tongue began to work 
again. 

"No ... no more ... I can't stand it ..." Bev whispered, cupping Freddy's 
face in her fingers and lifting it. "Not now ..." 

"You could cum again," Freddy managed to say. 

"Oh, you took everything I had, darling girl. 

Just lie with me now. We'll get our strength back." 

Reluctantly, Freddy obeyed. She snuggled in Bev's arms and they slept close 
then, through the night. Freddy awoke first, to the thin light of a foggy 
gray morning. She began to explore the warm delicious flesh of the girl 
beside her with, lips and tongue and hands, bringing her slowly to awareness 
and then desire. They writhed and rubbed and shifted and Bev, with whispered 
instructions and gentle maneuverings, led Freddy into her first experience 
with simultaneous oral love making in the classic sixty-nine position. 

"Oh, so far out," Freddy whispered when they had exhausted each other. "I 
wonder what it would be like to try that with a man." 

"Maybe we will work on arranging that trip," Bev said. 

Chapter Five 

Inevitably, the fine sense of physical well-being which Freddy Downs had 
achieved with Beverly diminished as the day lengthened, to be replaced by 
increasing nervousness as she began to worry about the consequences for her 
when Paul became aware of what had happened, as her husband inevitably must. 
She knew she was not skilled in the arts of deception. He might be able to 
tell merely by watching her when El and Bev Maxey were around. By 
mid-afternoon she had put down four highballs, a record number for her for 
any day, and was pacing restlessly from one section of the houseboat to 
another, unable to sit still. 

"For God's sake, the world isn't going to collapse," Bev said when she could 
stand it no more. "Relax, honey." 

"Bev, I'm scared now," Freddy blurted. "Paul will know I'm sure of it. What 
if El gets too much to drink and lets it slip that I went down on him ..." 

"I wouldn't worry about that - after all, Paul let him take you off." 

"Fucking would have been one thing," Freddy retorted. "But to suck El when I 
never would do it for Paul ..." 

Beverly studied the distraught girl, half-tempted to tell her Paul not only 
knew, but had been a witness. She decided against it. A worried Freddy would 
be easer to manipulate and so far she had barely been brought to the 
threshold of the life-style which Bev and Eldon had planned for her. Bev 
thought it was promising that, once she had begun to crack, Freddy had come 
so far so fast, not merely sucking cock and even trying a little pussy, but 
clearly enjoying them. She was doing beautifully, but would still require 
delicate handling. 

"You're so close to it that it looks much bigger than it is, baby," Beverly 
told her. "What if Paul suddenly did find out? I'll tell you what would 
happen. He'd be shocked and a little sore for all of five minutes. Then he'd 
be happy as a clam." 

"All the same, I'm glad I don't have to face him right now." 

"Maybe not for a couple of days. Those budget hearings will last at least 
that long," Bev predicted. 

"And what do I do while I'm wailing?" Freddy muttered. 

"Just like the pilot who crashes. Take another plane up right away," her 
companion said. "I'll see what can be arranged. for tonight. A small group." 
"Bev! I couldn't!" 

"You can and will, darling. Now don't argue." Freddy knew she was trapped, 
that she could be maneuvered by Bev in any way the older woman chose. It 
seemed that Bev knew her thoughts even as they formed, and had the ability 
to bend them. Bev was on the phone for a long time, but what she said wasn't 
audible to Freddy. However, the expression on her face said that 
arrangements were being successfully made. Freddy's head began to ache. She 
went to her room and lay on the bed and tried to shut the world out. 

The world refused to cooperate. At first the now-lost innocent girl of her 
past intruded. She saw again the ultra-respectable, ultra-dull small New 
England town of her youth, the stately old white-painted house where she had 
spent virtually her entire life before marriage, the stultifying wind-up 
toys which were her parents. Oh, there had been scandals. Each year had its 
handful of girls who left town for several months to visit mythical 
relatives in distant states, and boys who suddenly decided to go into the 
service, or simply go. Such things were talked about thoroughly, of course, 
but in whispers which never got beyond the narrow limits of the town itself. 
The peccadilloes of the boys who attended the prep school which manufactured 
Ivy League material in limited editions provided all the material necessary 
for spicy public discussion. It had been a proper, safe and exceedingly dull 
place to grow up, but having known nothing else, Freddy had not been 
particularly aware of this. 

Unfortunately, it had been poor preparation for marriage to a man like Paul, 
whose father's work was closely connected with Washington and the business 
of running the country. Paul had grown up continuously on the move, East 
Coast, West Coast, Europe, South America, and he had sampled the diverse 
pleasures of the geographical hodgepodge in which he found himself, so that 
by the time he had entered college, he was well on his way to being a 
libertine. Freddy had often wondered if he really loved her or merely 
considered her a pleasant but necessary bit of equipment which he would need 
in his career. 

By building himself into a strong figure in the communications industry, 
Paul had plans to be a behind-the-scenes manipulator of the people who 
caused the nation and world to move. And with a close connection to men like 
Eldon Maxey, who would be both his mentor and key to future opportunities, 
Paul could look forward to having both a comfortable fortune and great power 
by the time he was in his early thirties. Freddy often wished that Maxey 
would see-fit to immediately arrange some job for Paul which would, even as 
it advanced his career, put a great amount of distance between the two 
couples. But Paul seemed to like the free-swinging life style Maxey had 
developed too much to do anything like breaking away from the older man. 

Now, perhaps, now that she had been more intimate with El Maxey than with 
any man in her entire life, Freddy held the faint hope that she might 
persuade Maxey to find something at a suitable distance for Paul. She knew 
he would want further intimacies with her for a while, but she knew also 
that she was just the latest in an unending line of feminine conquests. 
Hopefully, she would lose her attraction for him in the time. Also 
hopefully, Bev, having made her conquest, would not make a strong effort to 
keep their relationship going indefinitely. 

Even more disturbing was her own newly-aroused sexuality. Lying in the cool 
shadows of the room, with the curtains drawn over the portholes, she could 
barely acknowledge to herself the incidents-her voyeurism, the way she 
turned on when the maleness of Hubba thrust itself between her legs, the way 
she had masturbated him to climax and then greedily licked and swallowed his 
cum, the fellation of El Maxey and the so-easy yielding to Bev. Somehow she 
would have to live with these things. Even now, Bev was setting something 
up. She could - she should - go out and tell her to call it off, that she, 
Freddy Downs, was not going to get involved in such a thing. But she knew 
she would acquiesce, and she feared she would do so eagerly when the time 
came. 

Finally she was able to drop off to sleep, lulled by the gentle rocking of 
the houseboat on the changing tide. She was surprised to find several hours 
had passed when voices and the sounds of a cocktail blender whining and 
chewing up ice awakened her. She stepped hurriedly into the bath, combed and 
brushed her hair, pulled on sheer bikini panties anti drew a microshift over 
her head before going out to face whatever the darkening night held. 

"Hey, there you are!" Bev said gaily. "Happy hour's here." 

Freddy saw with some misgivings that Bev had collected John Nash and Trish 
Marion and Hubba and a lushly-curvaceous blonde girl who looked to be only 
about sixteen and was vaguely familiar, although Freddy was sure she hadn't 
met her before or even seen her at one of the casual gatherings around the 
marina. After a moment she was able to place her as one of the girls who had 
appeared in the movie they'd seen the other night, the one Bev had expressed 
a desire for. Marylou, who cost fifty dollars. Marylou held her hand longer 
than was necessary as they were introduced and the girl's amber eyes were 
openly inviting any overture Freddy might feel like making. 

With some relief, Freddy realized she had no desire for Marylou, beyond a 
speculation on how she might be as a lover compared with Bev. She realized 
that she would make love with Bev if Bev wanted her, but it would be a 
casual thing, physical in its entirety. 

Somebody turned the stereo on. Drinks were mixed and consumed. Freddy began 
to loosen up, still not sure what the night held for her, but not worrying 
about it. She sensed that Hubba felt somewhat out of place and tried to make 
him comfortable, let him know that what had happened between them was all 
right. He seemed to relax after he had put down a generous shot of whiskey 
and followed it with a bottle of beer. He drifted out to the cockpit and 
looked back at her and she knew he wanted to talk, so she went to join him, 
acutely aware of the tightness of his sun-faded bell bottoms and the 
wide-striped yachting shirt he wore. 

"Maybe I ought to go," he muttered, looking over the rail at the darkness of 
the basin and the lights of Sausalito beyond. "I did something I shouldn't 
have to you. I'm sorry." 

"In the circumstances, a lot more could have happened," Freddy replied, with 
a soft chuckle as she remembered. "I sort of encouraged you, I guess." 

"You're so beautiful." 

"Thanks." She moved closer to him. "I think there's going to be some fooling 
around here tonight. A lot of it. I didn't set it up, but I'm here." 

"Are you ever," he muttered as he slipped his arms around her. 

She raised her face and his mouth came down on hers, his tongue slipping 
through her parted lips, seeking her own. His work-hardened hands clamped 
tight to the softly rounded moons of her buttocks, fingers digging into the 
hard muscles, pulling her firmly up against his loins. She felt the rigid 
outline of his tumescent cock, the bulging of his balls as they rocked and 
rubbed together. She moaned softly as passion built inside her and her arm 
went up around his neck, drawing his head down to her. She worked her other 
hand between their bodies and her fingers closed on the thick mass of his 
eagerly jerking cock, squeezing hard. She felt her nipples rising, becoming 
acutely sensitive of the contact through her thin dress. The kiss ended and 
they stood close together, her face in the hollow between his neck and 
shoulder. Slowly her hand worked his zipper down and her fingers found the 
desire-swollen shaft of his penis through his open fly, as she realized he 
wasn't wearing any shorts. She drew the length of him out and held it with 
both hands, slowly working the foreskin back and forth over the smooth 
warmth of the bulging knob. 

"You're pretty hot already," she murmured, smearing droplets of lubricating 
fluid around the cap. "So big and hot." 

"Oh, God, I've got to fuck you," he groaned as his fingers worked their way 
up under the tight elastic leg band of her bikini panties and delved into 
the curly softness of her pubic hair and the love-portals it guarded. "I've 
thought about you all day." 

"We'll fuck," she whispered. "But it's too soon. Let the others drink some 
more and start messing around and then we can and they'll be too busy to 
notice. I wouldn't want them watching." 

"I can't carry this thing around much longer," be muttered, continuing to 
massage her. "Get me off with your hand, then." 

"I'll go down if you want," she said softly. 

"Oh, wow!" He stroked the length of her back. "Where can we go?" 

"It's dark enough here. Just stand against the rail." 

He drew in his breath sharply, realizing the wild little blonde was going to 
do it to him. She worked with nimble fingers to open the top of his jeans 
wide and pull them down over his hips, then slowly knelt before him on, the 
deck. His rigid cock was beckoning her only inches away. The smooth foreskin 
peeled back and she held the thickened base of the throbbing penis and gazed 
at it before bringing it up to her soft lips. Her tongue curled out and 
around the rubbery bead, licking at the tiny droplets of pre-cum which 
hovered there. The tip of her tongue flicked rapidly back and forth over the 
softness that seemed so in contrast with the iron-hardness of the penis 
itself. She ran it over her glistening lips and against her teeth, then 
formed a soft liquid oval with her mouth and drew the throbbing male flesh 
deeply inside. His hand came to the back of her bead and she sucked him to 
the apex of her throat, then began to work on him with the full length of 
her tongue, sliding it up and down, around and around in lazy swirlings. 

"Oh, what a mouth," he sighed, making a long slow fucking motion with his 
hips. 

"Ummm-m-m-m ..." Freddy moaned around the pulsating fullness of him. Her 
hands toyed with his balls as she sucked him deep into the warm moist cavern 
of her mouth, reaching behind him and holding his buttocks tight as her head 
moved lewdly in and out. 

Hubba was beginning to squirm, to pump up into her mouth. The young blonde 
wife gulped him deeper and deeper and was sure the others must hear the 
eager slurping noises which escaped her demanding lips, but nobody came up 
to the deck to investigate. Occasionally she nipped him lightly with her 
sharp teeth, liking the way he jerked when this happened. She concentrated 
on trying to develop new ways to suck and tease, til the rising urgency of 
him, the way he was growing even longer and thicker and harder between her 
lips, told her he could not hold back much longer. She grabbed his 
hard-muscled buttocks in both hands and dug her fingers deep into the narrow 
crease between them, sending one sliding up the tight passage of his rectum 
and then began to work her mouth furiously up and down his heavy spear of 
flesh, sucking with all her strength now. 

Suddenly both his hands grabbed her head and held it tight and he fucked 
deep into her mouth and inundated it with a torrent of hot musky cum. She 
eagerly gulped and swallowed to keep abreast of his ejaculation as the head 
of his cock shoved deep into her throat and her tonsils were coated with the 
fluid. She made a tight ring of her grasping lips around his penis, trying 
to capture every drop, continuing to kneel and suck until his penis was 
again small and soft. Only then did she rise shakily on trembling knees and 
press the full length of her voluptuous body against his. Tilting her face 
up, she offered him her cum-wet lips for a kiss. 

"Feel better now?" she asked with a smile. 

"You know it," he said hoarsely. "What a mouth you got." 

"Did I put you out of action for the night?" she teased. 

"For a while anyway," he told her. "I could use a beer." 

They went to the salon. Freddy caught a quick, appraising glance from Bev 
that told her their absence, if not their actions, had been noticed. 
Freddy's lips felt hot and swollen and she was sure that anyone who looked 
would be able to tell they had. just drained a cock mercilessly. She, didn't 
care. Eating Hubba had made her ready for whatever might come. 

But whatever was coming was apparently going to take its own sweet time in 
arriving, she thought after she'd stretched a single bourbon and water into 
a half-hour. The gathering seemed to be almost as decorous as Sunday night 
after choir practice in New England. Nobody seemed to be much in a hurry, 
and she wondered if it took the presence of someone like El Maxey to get 
things started. She went to the bar, where John Nash was icing the glasses, 
for another drink. As she reached for the bourbon he stayed her hand. 

"That's not getting the job done," he said, his lean-featured face grinning 
in a knowing way. He held up a bottle of the green liquor she remembered 
Eldon Maxey pouring for her. "This is the turn-on juice. The real Pernod. 
The absinthe in it makes it illegal as hell in almost every country, but 
Maxey's got a connection or two." 

"I've had it," Freddy said. "Smooth." 

"More than that. About three good belts and you'll be ripping off 
everybody's pants. I'll make strong ones to start us all off and you pass 
them around, okay?" 

He did. Freddy circulated with a tray, and from the knowing grins assumed 
that the others knew all about the stuff, with the exception of Hubba, who 
drained his glass like it was ordinary liquor. Nash handed her a fresh glass 
&t the bar. 

"Freddy, you should remember to use some kind of padding next time," he 
said, winking. 

"What are you talking about?" 

"The ridges of the deck planking on your pretty knees. Aren't they sore?" 

"I hadn't noticed," she said, unruffled. She sipped the Pernod, savoring the 
mild, exotic flavor. She had read there was no such thing as a real 
aphrodisiac and didn't put much faith in Nash's claim. But maybe the green 
stuff could get things started on its reputation alone. She was ready 
herself, and it occurred to her that Bev hadn't organized the gathering 
right. There were four women and only two men, and she was not particularly 
attracted to Nash. Physically be was interesting enough - lean and 
hard-muscled, with an easy way of moving and a face that was intriguing if 
not handsome - but the knowledge that he was responsible for a movie such as 
she'd seen repelled her. She was sure she'd have to get a lot more loosened 
up than she was to have any kind of sex with him. "Refill, please." 

Nash exchanged the glass for a larger one which held about three times as 
much. She wondered what it was that made the Pernod change color when water 
was added, but it seemed a foolish question to ask. She moved away from the 
bar and studied the mood of the group, which showed signs of loosening up. 
Trish had Bev in a corner. They were standing close, whispering, and while 
Trish held her drink in one hand, the other was gliding over the full curves 
of Bev's figure. Bev seemed to be ready to burst from a hot pants and halter 
outfit. Freddy watched the redhead's fingers trail up the inside. of Bev's 
thigh and settle on her cunt and begin to gently rub and knead. Bev's head 
went back and her heavy mouth curled into a hungry expression as her eyes 
closed. She shook her head slowly and her eyes came open, showed the desire 
that was building in her. But they fastened not on Trish but moved across 
the room to where the much-younger Marylou was bending over, searching 
through the stacks of records by the stereo player. The blonde girl, as 
though aware of the stare, slowly raised her head and looked into Bev's dark 
eyes. She wet her lips. But it was to Freddy, not Bev, that she strolled 
after she had put records on the machine. 

"How about showing me what it's like upstairs on this floating palace?" she 
asked casually. 

But there was nothing casual in the amber depths of, her eyes. Only 
invitation lay there. Freddy drew a hesitant breath and mumbled, "Sure ... 
come on." 

All eyes followed them up the circular stairway to the top deck. Freddy 
switched on a dim light in the wheelhouse. It was a sizable room, with a 
full expanse of glass at the front, beyond the bank of controls for the twin 
diesels and the spoked wheel. Two deep-upholstered chairs and a long, low 
sofa were against the opposite wall. Speakers carried the music from below. 

"This is some layout," the young girl said, obviously genuinely impressed. 
"It must cost you a fortune." 

"My husband and I were lucky," Freddy told her. We get it for practically 
nothing just so the owner can have somebody aboard to look after it." 

"Anytime you want to rent out a room, let me know," Marylou said. She 
stepped close to Freddy and slowly put her arms around her. "I like it. I 
like you. Kiss me." 

"Now, Marylou ..." Freddy protested. 

"Come on," she urged, pressing close, stroking, rubbing her pubic mound up 
against Freddy's loins. "You know what's happening down there. Trish is 
bargaining with Bev for me. That's okay. I dig Bev. But I turn on for you, 
Freddy. In a little while it's going to be grab-ass all over the place. I 
just want to make a little love with you while I can still remember it. For 
myself, not for money." 

Before Freddy could protest, the strong arms went around her neck and 
Marylou's soft lips closed on her own, her tongue working and slithering 
deep into her mouth and their breasts meeting hot and resilient. Freddy 
found herself responding, taking the other girl in her arms, caressing her 
as the fire inside her rekindled itself. She was pressed back against the 
high, swivel-mounted chair in which the helmsman sat when the houseboat was 
under way. One of Marylou's hands moved up under the narrow leg band of 
Freddy's panties, around the swell of her heart-shaped buttocks and between 
them, to find the already-wet furrow of the trembling blonde's pussy. It had 
become passion-ready and damp while she mouthed Hubba's cock, and now it 
eagerly welcomed the tunneling hand. Slowly Marylou took her mouth away and 
she looked up at Freddy. 

"Ooo ... you just sucked a cock," she said. "I didn't think there was any 
taste left." 

"There isn't," Marylou said with a soft chuckle. "I just took a guess that 
something happened when you disappeared with Hubba. Did you let him cum in 
your mouth, really?" 

"I wanted him to." 

"Oh, wow! That's a scene I just can't make. A cock in my mouth! Urk!" She 
grimaced. "You saw me in the movie, I know. I just make it with girls. The 
only reason I even know what cum tastes like is that sometimes I have to be 
kissed by Trish or some other chick right after they've gone down on a guy." 

"I'm not a lesbian," Freddy said softly. 

"8ev told me." Her hands moved under the shortness of Freddy's microskirt 
and began to work the sopping panties down. "But you need a little loving 
now." 

"No ... . no ...," Freddy whispered, but she was incapable of moving to 
restrain the girl, found herself lifting her feet to allow the panties to be 
removed entirely. Her head was light and every touch of Marylou's fingers 
brought a hot surge through her body. She yielded and lay back against the 
high chair, her taut buttocks pressed against the edge, her long, smooth 
legs parted. Marylou dropped ,to her knees and looked into Freddy's eyes as 
she wet her lips and Freddy murmured, "Yes ..." Then slowly, gently, she 
peeled Freddy's panties down over the soft smooth flesh of her naked thighs 
and calves, and dropped, the flimsy nylon in a heap on the deck. 

The taffy-haired head moved up between her spreading thighs and she felt 
warm breath through the desire-moistened hairs of her pussy. The tip of 
Marylou's tongue flicked out, delving between the pulsing cuntal lips, 
searching for the tiny throbbing bud of her Clitoris, finding it and laying 
it till it rose into a hard little button of desire. Bracing herself, Freddy 
slowly raised her legs and slid them over the girl's shoulders as Marylou's 
skilled hands opened her pussy wider and her lips closed on it and began to 
suck. 

"Oh God ... ohh ... it feels so good ..." Freddy moaned, rocking back and 
forth, grinding her eager cunt against the writhing mouth of her newfound 
lover. She held the soft mass of pale yellow hair in her hands, running it 
through her fingers as Marylou sucked and licked her tenderly, with 
consummate skill that exceeded Bev's technique. Her belly churned with 
yearning excitement as the darting tongue slid deeply into her oozing cuntal 
passage and she could feel her juices flowing, spreading out over Marylou's 
cheeks. "I'm going to cum," she gasped, all too soon, for she didn't want 
the sensation to end so quickly. "I can't help it! I'm going to cum! Now! 
Now ... oh, eat me, eat me, suck! Oh, your tongue ... I'm 
cummmmm-i-nnnn-gggg!!!" 

The tormented blonde nearly screamed as the wild gushing began, spewing from 
her into the sucking, gulping mouth of the young lesbian. Her thighs clamped 
tight to Marylou's face as the girl eagerly lapped at her spasming loins, 
bringing her to a monumental release that left her weak and shaking when 
finally there was no more left in her and the wet, slippery lips kissed her 
quaking cunt a final time and Marylou slowly rose from her knees and offered 
her mouth for a deep kiss. 

Freddy Downs seemed to be floating. The vivid colors which surrounded her 
were unreal. She felt strange, but not drunk. It was like the one time she'd 
gotten high on pot during a night when a long rap session bad developed with 
a group of Paul's students who had come supplied with an envelope of potent 
grass. She guessed it must be the Pernod which was making her feel this way. 
Something unusual must be blamed for her almost-instant yielding to Marylou. 
Finally, she broke off the nuzzling embrace, and clicked off the pilothouse 
light. 

As they started down the stairs, Marylou said, "You forgot your panties." 
"So what - I don't think I'd have them on long anyway." 

The scene below confirmed her comment. The other four had stripped off their 
clothes and were gathered in a loose, changing tangle of bodies. 

"Join the group," Trish Marlon invited. The look which she fastened on 
Marylou was a promise of a hard time for the little blonde later. "And build 
us some more drinks." 

While Freddy drew her short dress over her head and tossed it on a chair, 
Marylou fixed the drinks and then slipped out of her clothes. The two were 
drawn into the mesh of entwined bodies on the thick carpet. What developed 
was like a tactile encounter session in group therapy. No words were spoken. 
With closed eyes, the participants let their hands roam at random, their 
bodies press and rub and mold together. 

The mass writhed and flowed upon itself. Lips kissed random flesh and 
tongues explored new vistas. 

"We should be doing this with all the lights off," Bev said finally. 

Nobody objected when she drew away long enough to turn out all the lights, 
so the only illumination was the weak glow which filtered through the 
curtains over the portholes. Freddy felt herself being languidly explored 
and caressed in the consuming darkness, and responded freely. At one point 
she was conscious that a hand was on one breast, another sliding up and down 
the narrow crease of her buttocks, one finger working into her tight anus 
and rotating slowly around. She did not know whether the hands were male or 
female, and it didn't seem to matter. Her moving fingers closed on a penis 
and measured it. She guided it. to her lips and let her tongue lave the 
softness of the knob until a shift to a new position by the man took it 
away. A slow half-turn of her body brought her mouth into contact with a 
female breast, and she squeezed it and sought the impudent nipple with eager 
lips, beginning to suck even as she felt an anonymous mouth make contact 
with her cunt. 

She had no idea how much time passed. Certainly enough so that she felt a 
complete sense of intimacy with everyone else. 

"This would be even better on that waterbed," Trish Marion's voice said 
fuzzily. "If we can all fit." 

"Let's try," someone agreed. 

The mass separated and progressed the length of the salon to the door of the 
room with the waterbed. It was illuminated by the weak orange bulb which 
shed barely enough light to make out the wide, squat rectangle of the bed 
itself and the other furnishings. It rocked and heaved as the separate 
bodies dropped on it, tossing them in a tangled heap. 

"This being Freddy's bed, I think we should make sure Freddy gets well loved 
up," John Nash said thoughtfully. "Five of us working at once should be able 
to do the job." 

"Now, wait a minute," Freddy protested with a tongue that seemed to have 
thickened somewhat. "Just what does that involve?" 

"Oh, all kinds of delightful things, baby," Bev's voice assured her. "You 
get loved all over at once." 

Freddy quickly discovered what she meant. She was surrounded by bodies until 
it was impossible to move without pushing in an intimate way against two or 
three at once. She was maneuvered so she lay on her left side. When she 
tried to protest, someone put a glass of Pernod to her lips. She drank. Then 
they closed in on her from both sides and above. 

Nash's mouth came down on hers teasingly and his tongue began to play its 
games between her lips while his hand closed on one breast and kneaded it 
expertly. Bev captured the other breast and her tongue lashed the nipple 
into aching arousal as her teeth nibbled. Lower on the bed, Marylou bent low 
over her and began to kiss and lick her legs, tantalizing her flesh with 
tiny soft kisses. Hubba was behind her, his body pressed close to her, hand 
moving slowly down the damp crease of her buttocks, then over the tender 
slit of her cunt as she lifted her leg to make room for his fingers. She 
felt the throbbing length of his staff rubbing, seeking its way through the 
crack of her ass to her quivering pussy, and the touch of it triggered her 
entire body into a sensual undulation which was caught by the waterbed. The 
flickering tongue of Trish Marion danced over her half-lidded eyes and 
Trish's hot breath was in her ear. 

They had taken complete control of her body. Lips and tongues and hands and 
tumescent cocks seemed to be everywhere at once. Freddy found herself 
turning to putty under their exciting caresses, responding without 
reservation. When John Nash took his mouth from hers and shifted, so that 
his erect cock swayed out lewdly in front of her eyes, Freddy wordlessly 
parted her lips and accepted it between them, letting it slide back over her 
tongue even as she felt Hubba's finger penetrate her anus. It slipped in 
very easily, and she realized he had used some kind of jelly. It felt good, 
sent wild sensations through her as it twirled in the heated recesses of her 
rectum, and she humped and screwed back against it, wanting more. His thick 
cock still slid slowly back and forth over the now-open and juicy lips of 
her pussy. She wanted him to put it in there, deep and hard, but couldn't 
mumble the words to him because Nash had her mouth deeply filled. Marylou's 
mouth had worked lip the inside of her thighs from the front and now came 
down tightly on her cunt, displacing Hubba's throbbing penis. Any temptation 
to protest was quickly erased by the skillfully probing tongue of the 
teen-ager. 

The sensation of Hubba's finger in. her anus, Marylou's tongue exploring her 
pussy and Nash's long penis between her lips, overwhelmed Freddy's senses, 
and she was carried even further into languid ecstasy by the continuous 
caresses of Bev and Trish's lips and tongues. She began to breathe 
irregularly through her nostrils, grinding her loins and sucking the cock in 
her mouth with abandon. She wanted the feeling to continue until she 
fainted. 

"I want to fuck her now," Hubba said from behind her. "Roll over, Freddy." 

When she heard the words, Freddy thought the others would object to 
relinquishing her, but she discovered this wasn't the case, as Nash pulled 
back, emptying her desiring mouth, and the others followed suit. Hubba's 
finger remained thrust in her back passage as Bev and Trish and Nash rolled 
her over onto her belly. 

Hubba's strong hand drew her legs apart and she felt him move over her. 
Remembering how it had felt having the muscular youth thrusting at her from 
behind when she wore the thin barrier of shorts the first time he had 
touched her, Freddy eagerly raised up on her knees and took her weight on 
her elbows. She wiggled her buttocks. lewdly around as Hubba's fingers 
spread them wide. Her pussy was stretched wide in this position. She was 
flamingly ready for his massive cock. 

But it went not to her welcoming pussy but to the stimulated but still tight 
little orifice of her anus. 

"NO! Not there!" she cried out when she felt the bulbous knob press at her 
sphincter. "Fuck my cunt!" 

Instead, she felt his finger slipping into her well-lubricated nether 
opening again, twisting and turning, stretching the rubbery ring of her 
sphincter. This would be all right, she told herself. It would be better 
than his cock alone, if he had his finger in her anus while he fucked her. 
She was discovering her anus could be the center of deep pleasures. Bev was 
kneeling on her haunches in front of her now, her hands kneading the hanging 
melons of Freddy's breasts. Marylou, lying on her back, had slid under her 
and was working the tip of her tongue into Freddy's navel and at the same 
time expertly fingering her juicy cunt. Freddy's senses blurred. The 
tantalizing finger withdrew from her tingling rectum and she started to 
protest, then gasped with dismay as it was replaced by the much larger head 
of Hubba's cock.. She felt his big, strong hands grasp her hips firmly, 
stretching her buttocks wide, balling her defenseless anus. 

"Oh, no!" she cried out. "Please don't!" 

She felt the unrelenting pressure of his distended penis behind her, and 
tried to wriggle away from it, but his hands held her fast, and now both Bev 
and Marylou had wrapped their arms tightly around her body, making her a 
prisoner of their flesh. 

"Aaaghhh!" Freddy gasped as her sphincter yielded and. its tight elastic 
ring stretched painfully around the head of Hubba's penis, completely 
enclosing the massive head. She felt she was going to split and she cried 
out, "No, no, please don't. It hurts too much." 

For a long moment Hubba didn't move. The initial pain began to diminish and 
Freddy felt herself finally relaxing, accommodating herself to the 
anguishing intruder. She drew a deep breath and suddenly arched her back, 
trying to dislodge him. With her movement Hubba pressed forward steadily and 
she realized that instead of freeing herself, she had impaled her straining 
rectum even farther. 

"Just relax and it'll slide right in," Trish Marlon whispered in her ear. 
"Hubba won't hurt you the way that stud did me." 

The words brought no comfort to Freddy. She was incapable of following the 
young redhead's advice, however good it might be. She suddenly despaired of 
getting Hubba to take it out of her, and tried to remain immobile, but she 
couldn't help making little jerks and twitches with her ass in a vain 
attempt to ease the steady pain. And each movement only brought deeper 
penetration by the rigid shaft of male flesh. She remembered its ultimate 
size, so long and thick that when it had ballooned in her mouth she had been 
barely able to take more than the head between her willing lips, and it was 
inconceivable that she could ever accept its full length up into her 
straining rectum. No way! She hoped he, would be content to go no deeper, 
that he would cum quickly if she moved in sensuous rhythm. 

Now Bev and Marylou released their tight holds on her and her body was free. 
She shifted her weight on knees and elbows and the motion sent the waterbed 
into a series of surges, each of which was transmitted through her body, and 
each sent her skewered buttocks into a churning movement which allowed Hubba 
to drive still deeper into her. She knew she had been stretched so that the 
head and half the length of the massive shaft was embedded in her back 
passage. The pain had diminished to a throbbing soreness which was almost 
overcome by the strangely building feeling of desire which seemed to radiate 
from her straining, wide-spread buttocks. 

"Ooh ... ooh ... ooh," she panted as, very slowly, the boy began to fuck in 
and out of her. She looked around and in the big mirror by the bed saw his 
lust-engorged penis sliding in and out between her widespread ass-cheeks, 
drawing the fleshy pink folds out with it on the backstroke. It hurt, but at 
the same time felt good, and she drew a deep breath and then ground back and 
humped hard at him on his next stroke and gasped; "Easy , easy ... please!" 

Freddy discovered that by merely dropping her weight on her elbows and 
forearms she could create a wave which would surge to the far end of the bed 
and then rush back to thrust her buttocks up to the lewdly invading penis. 
The water had the implacable rhythm of the ocean's tides. Hubba had only to 
remain poised and the bed itself would fuck her onto his rigid spear. 

To Freddy it felt as though her rectal passage, hot and wet now and grasping 
its prisoner with muscles the young blonde didn't know she had, was being 
stretched to the bursting point. Yet she had to absorb more of it, the 
entire length of the massive, surging phallus. 

"Fuck in!" she cried out, urgently swaying her buttocks from side to side. 
Get it In me!" 

She felt his hands capture her hips tightly again, and the way his hard 
muscles tensed as he readied himself. The wave swept under her: again and 
she rode with it, spreading, offering herself up to his unbelievable 
hardness. She cried out sharply as it plunged deep inside her, seemingly to 
the depths of her naked belly, so hard that the heavy mass of his testicles 
smacked and flattened against her cock-split buttocks. Her sphincter clamped 
a tight ring on its prize and she arched back at him. 

"Now you feel so good!" she gasped. "Fuck ... fuck!" 

Hubba needed no encouragement. The two of them moved together, carried to 
unbelievable rhythms by the reaction of the waterbed beneath them. The 
others had moved off it and knelt on the floor alongside, silently watching 
the urgent, writhing sodomizing of Freddy. She moaned as successive waves of 
deep pleasure coursed through her undulating body. 

Hubba fucked deeply into her helpless anus with a skill Freddy realized must 
have been acquired with many similar couplings to women around the marina. 
It was so different than having a cock in her pussy. Not at all the same, 
yet wildly pleasing to her inexperienced flesh. In and out, hard, twisting, 
rooting, the massive cock drove, each time rubbing new nerves, tantalizing 
her. She felt loose and easy now, and each time be drew far back, so that 
only the battering knob remained in her lubricious rectum, Freddy rotated 
her buttocks sensually, awaiting the next incredible rushing of the 
throbbing missile into the depths of her ravaged rectum. By some miracle the 
pain. was completely gone, replaced by frantic pleasure in her secret flesh. 
She could feel the beginnings of an orgasm and was glad she had sucked Hubba 
off earlier, because he'd been so ready then that if she hadn't relieved 
him, he never could have penetrated her to his fullest without cumming. 

In the mirror, she watched fascinated as he drilled in and out of her. It 
seemed incredible that she was taking so much back there, and even more so 
that it would be so wildly enjoyable. 

"Ooh, what a way to fuck!" she cried out as the tide of orgasm built rapidly 
within her. It seemed every nerve-end in her body was rubbed raw. "Ooh ... 
my ass!" 

"Feels too good to believe, huh?" he panted, stroking particularly hard into 
her. "Let yourself cum, baby!" 

"Oooooohhhh!" she moaned. "It's here. Now! I'm cumming now!" 

A wildness, almost delirium, gripped her. She clamped her sphincter tight, 
raising the sensation level in her tormented rectum even higher as the 
violent wave of release swept through her. She felt her cunt gush warm wet 
moisture, and then Hubba was hammering hard against .her supersensitive 
rectum and plunging, holding her hips still as the rhythm of his fucking 
turned to a series of shorter, faster thrustings. She felt his cum spurting 
and flooding hotly into her rectal orifice and her muscles milked his 
spewing staff until he slumped over her and his weight carried both of them 
to the surface of the heaving waterbed. She lay there, luxuriating in the 
quiet feel of him deep inside her back there. Although he wasn't moving, the 
restless bed made it seem like she was still being fucked. The tight, 
rubbery ring of her anus refused to release his cock until it was soft and 
short. She drew a deep breath and sighed heavily as his weight lifted from 
her. Her open mouth was dry. Somebody handed her a glass. It was more 
Pernod, icy-cold and refreshing, 

"How do you feel, Freddy?" Bev asked in a low voice. 

"Tender. But terrific," Freddy sighed. 

John Nash gave her a lighted cigarette. She raised on her elbows and puffed 
it. She clenched the smooth muscles of her buttocks, recalling everything, 
and felt new heat flow through her body. Nash took the cigarette when it was 
half smoked. 

"I've got to fuck you too," he said. He got on the waterbed and was kneeling 
between her still-spread legs before she could move. The head of his cock 
worked between the cheeks of her buttocks, found its tender mark. "Raise up 
a little, baby." 

"Ooh ... no ... I couldn't yet," she protested. 

But even as she spoke her body was betraying her, rising, opening to the new 
rigidly-erect phallus. The sweating half-spheres of her buttocks parted and 
she wriggled urgently backwards as the long penis slid relentlessly up into 
her, this time easily, reaming to the heart of her rectum in one stroke. She 
moaned and began to fuck. 

Chapter Six 

When Freddy awoke, it was almost noon of the following day. Scrambled 
recollections drifted through her mind as she drank a cup of strong black 
coffee and smoked her first cigarette. The continuity of her memory 
disintegrated after the point where John Nash sodomized her. That part was 
starkly clear. The muscles of her buttocks, and her anus itself, twinged 
with pain when she walked or sat. More soreness than pain, she decided, but 
not unbearable and well worth it, if the pleasure she'd discovered while 
being fucked back there were reality and not a figment of her imagination. 
As she recalled, she had become more of a spectator than participant after 
that. She recalled Bev and Marylou making lesbian love in a variety of ways, 
and that at one point Bev had strapped on a huge dildo and screwed the 
teenager wildly with it. Now Freddy wondered why Marylou would take a dildo 
and not a real penis. For lack of a better answer she guessed. that the fact 
that a man was on end of one and a woman on the end of the other which must 
make the difference. If this was the case, then it was the male creature, 
rather than the particular piece of equipment, which turned Marylou off. She 
thought she remembered seeing Trish sucking Nash while Hubba fucked her, but 
wasn't sure. She could be flashing back on what she'd seen in the movie. 

Whatever had taken place, they had all gone and left her alone. The galley 
was stacked with dirty plates and frying pans, and , she vaguely remembered 
eating - breakfast as dawn was breaking. Freddy couldn't abide a dirty 
galley, so she spent nearly an hour squaring it away. 

She made fresh coffee and drank two cups black, wondering why she didn't 
have a hangover. Whatever else the Pernod might do to her, it didn't leave 
her head hurting, and for that she would be thankful. Smoking another 
cigarette, she mentally examined herself and found it almost impossible to 
believe the changes which had taken place in her in just a few days. 

From strait faced and frustrated young housewife to fell a trace, bi-sexual 
and partner in sodomy. Moving from one to the next with only a token show of 
resistance and no honest regret, even a yearning for experiencing new and 
undreamed-of pleasures. She wondered how Paul would take the fact of her new 
sexuality. She was sure that she would never be able to conceal it from her 
husband, nor did she want to. Now that she had sampled the passions which 
had lain so long dormant in her young body, she intended to enjoy them to 
the fullest. The only problem would be how to introduce Paul to this sudden 
change. She suspected it would, at least figuratively, knock him flat on his 
cuckolded. 

That thought caused her to smile, and also wonder what the situation with 
her husband and Eldon Maxey was. She had half expected them to call the 
previous night, but it was possible the university hearing in Sacramento had 
run late. Either that, or more likely, the two of them had picked up a 
couple of the readily-available girls who were so numerous in the state 
capitol and shacked up. 

Freddy put such heavy thoughts from her mind and stretched luxuriously. She 
dressed in shorts and a light sweater and headed for Bev's houseboat to 
compare notes and fabricate a story. She got no answer to her hail from the 
slip but went aboard anyway. She found Bev and Marylou naked and asleep in 
each other's arm in the bedroom. They came awake slowly when she called 
their names. 

"Hi," Bev mumbled, yawning and stretching, catlike and sleek and then gazing 
with remembered pleasure at the fresh young body of the girl beside her. 
"See if there's coffee, huh?" 

"Hi, Freddy," Marylou muttered rubbing sleep from her eyes. "How's your 
fanny feel?" 

"It tingles," Freddy admitted. She went to the galley, found a nearly-full 
electric percolator of coffee ready, poured two cups and espied them to the 
bedroom. She lit a smoke as the others sipped and grimaced. "A far out 
night, that one." 

"Aah, yes," Bev muttered, not quite meeting Freddy's eyes. "You mad? You 
have a big stick hidden outside the door?" 

"What for?" Freddy asked, not comprehending. 

"About what the guys did to you, I mean," Bev replied. 

"It was a surprise, but it wasn't exactly rape," Freddy admitted. 

"Well, that's all right then," Bev said. 

"It's not all right," Marylou injected. "Now you tell her. You promised. If 
you don't, I'll split." 

"Damn dumb kid," Bev grumbled. She looked straight at Freddy. "It happened 
because Trish and I set up the deal. We were hacked at you. It was mean and 
contemptible and I'm sorry." 

"I still don't understand." 

"Trish was furious because the darling girl here got hungry the minute she 
saw you and dragged you off and seduced you. And I was bitter because I 
wanted the little dum-dum so much and she was making it with you for love 
and I'd have to pay a hell of a price to taste her," Bev said, her voice 
tight. "The idiot fell in love with you." 

"Oh, no," Freddy mumbled. 

"I made up for it, didn't I?" Marylou breathed heavily, bending to kiss 
Bev's jiggling breasts. "Wasn't I good for you?" 

"Mmm-m-m-m ... yes," Bev sighed. "I can't stay mad at you, darling girl" She 
pursed her lips and continued to Freddy. "Well, Trish and I decided you 
should pay. We suggested to the guys that you should be fucked in the ass, 
and we loaded your drinks. I feel like a shit about it." 

"So you were bitches," Freddy said. "I forgive you." 

"I thought you might," Bev said, grinning now. "You seemed to be enjoying 
it." 

"It took some getting use to, but after that ..." Freddy's words trailed off 
and she became thoughtful. "The only thing is I don't know how to deal with 
Paul when he gets back. He could freak over this, if he hears the whole 
story." A sudden frightening thought came to her. "Nash didn't have a 
camera, did he?" 

"He had one, but don't worry about it," Bev assured him. "Hubba seems to 
like you a lot. He threatened to stick it up John's ass if he didn't destroy 
the film." 

"Thank God for that," Freddy said. 

"Everything's cool," Marylou told her. "Hey I've got to scram out of here. 
Split for the city." 

"I wish you'd stay," Bev told her, reaching out to slide her hands over the 
deliciously-proportioned figure. "No chance?" 

"I wish I could. You're fun. But Trish had a date for me. Tell you what. 
I'll try to phone you in the next couple of days. Maybe we can get together. 
Just us. Irish will beat me black and blue if she suspects, but to hell with 
her." 

"To hell with her," Bev echoed as the girl quickly pulled on her few items 
of clothing. 

"Kiss, kiss." 

Marylou bent to her for a lingering meeting of their mouths. When she was 
gone, Bev scowled and went into the shower. The water ran hard for several 
minutes and then she returned, dripping, rubbing her strong body with a 
shaggy towel. 

"Imagine it! Me! Actually paying for a night with that one! I must be out of 
my head." She toweled herself briskly, bringing a rosy tint to her tanned 
flesh. "And I'll tell you something if El doesn't get his cock back here 
fast, I'm going to forget about the damn thing. Freddy, I've been with girls 
and girls and more girls and it was just pleasant fun. But that one - I 
almost don't care if! never fuck again! I swear it!" 

"She comes on very strong," Freddy admitted. 

"Incredible. Come on, I need a drink to get my head back together. We'll 
plot hot plots to keep our horny husbands off balance." 

"You've got nothing to worry about." 

"Like hell! If El ever finds out I paid fifty bucks for the darling girl, 
he'd beat my ass bloody. That would be a real threat to him Knowing I wanted 
a chick enough to pay. And one who was so hot for you she almost raped you, 
at that." 

"Well, we'll think of something." 

Freddy spoke the words reassuringly, but secretly she was pleased that Bev 
was apparently really worried about the situation. Although she had to admit 
to herself that she had enjoyed all the things which Bev had led her into, 
she deeply resented the fact that she had been maneuvered around like a toy, 
manipulated like a puppet for Bev's enjoyment and amusement. She thought 
that if an opportunity presented itself, she would even the score. But she 
considered that possibility unlikely - Bev was a very sharp, cool person, 
and having lived with Maxey for some years, she'd probably run into every 
trick in the book. It would, of course, be simple to contrive a way to, 
apparently by accident, let It slip to El Maxey that Bev was so hot for 
Marylou that she paid for her services. But that would be the cheapest of 
shots, an- action which Freddy. considered beneath her. 

"You don't think Trish or Nash would say anything, do you?" she asked Bev. 

"Never! After all, it's business with Irish. She probably thinks she's got a 
steady client for Marylou now, and she's not going to blow that," Be, said 
with assurance. "And if Nash got stupid and said anything, Irish would hand 
him his head. He'd be out hunting for a new star for his blue movies." 

"Hubba?" Freddy suggested. 

"No way. That young stud is cool. He's just smart enough to know he's got a 
good job and a steady supply of pussy, and he's not going to take a chance 
on losing either by shooting his mouth off," Bev replied with assurance. 
"No, honey, I think I'm my own biggest threat in this. If I get zonked on 
booze, or get mad at Maxey and want to really put him down, I might just 
throw it in his face and blow everything that way. Best I keep my big mouth 
shut." 

"I suppose. I wonder how our husbands are making out. With the Regents, I 
mean," Freddy said. "There should be something in the papers about the 
hearings. Think we should go buy one?" 

"That's yesterday's news," Bev said. "Wait for the telecasts this evening. 
Or we may hear from them by then." 

"I wonder ... I wonder," Freddy said in a low voice after several minutes, 
"how it will be when Paul takes me to bed. I mean, all the things I've done 
that he doesn't even dream about. Bev, I'm afraid he's going to know, just 
looking at me. Touching me." 

"Don't fret. You're a woman, and women are naturally deceitful." She 
chuckled. "And remember this - you haven't had any straight fucking. Your 
pussy should be hot and ready." 

"Say, that's right," Freddy admitted. "Nobody fucked me. Nobody fucked me 
once!" 

Maybe not, Bev thought. But after that eyeful Paul got of you and El, he's 
going to get a blow job from you or know why not! Sweet, fresh, 
not-too-bright baby. If I could get my mind off Marylou, I'd have you in bed 
right now ... 

It turned into one of those afternoons which lasts forever, the tension 
built in Freddy, and no amount of small talk with Bev helped. She didn't 
want to pass the time by drinking - it would be important to have her wits 
about her when Paul returned. She hoped he and El would be back that night, 
not because she wanted him so much, but to simply get it over with. Finally 
she took two Librium capsules, but the tranquilizer seemed to have little 
effect on her. 

* * * 

The men returned shortly after the sun went down and darkness was closing in 
on the marina. The angry snarl of El Maxey's sports roadster reached them 
across the darkening basin. The two women exchanged glances of anticipation. 

"I don't know if we did any good or not," Maxey said as he dropped into a 
deep chair and took a long pull on the drink his wife brought. "I don't want 
to even talk about it." 

"It was that bad?" Bev said. 

"We tried to keep it short and sweet. The Regents were in no mood for fancy 
talk," he replied. "Fortunately, the department budget requests had all been 
justified earlier, and we didn't have to defend them. The bitching part was 
that all they can see is a bunch of Goddam radicals raising hell, revolting, 
throwing rocks and setting fires and fighting cops, and they want to know 
why they should spend the tax dollars to support that kind of action. Which, 
I admit, As a hell of a good question." 

"Predictably, a lot of our journalism majors are among the ringleaders," 
Paul contributed glumly. "They think they have a duty to communicate the 
rebel's viewpoint, and that, I think, is going to accomplish nothing except 
to make the Regents decide to sever all university connections with the 
campus daily paper." 

"We made the only pitch we could - that the dissidents amount to only about 
five percent of the student body. That it isn't right to penalize the 
majority, who are trying to get an education, for the acts of the minority. 
Of course, the same line was taken by everyone who testified." 

"Well, what do you think?" Bev asked. 

"I think the best thing is for some new world or national crisis to come 
along and take people's attention away," Maxey said. "The trouble with 
trouble is that it never happens when you need it." He sighed. "You gals get 
along all right?" 

"We were respectable housewives," Bev told them, chuckling. "Stayed sober 
and got so bored we went to a movie." 

"A movie?" Paul said. "You're kidding. Neither of you has seen a movie in a 
year." 

"This was a John Nash spectacular," Bev told him coolly. "We went across the 
bay and watched Irish get fucked six ways from Sunday." 

"I don't believe it!" Paul said. 

"Oh, we did," Freddy said boldly. "Later we got arrested for polluting the 
bay by throwing up in it." 

"I don't know whether to believe you or not," Paul told her. "I think you 
might just have done it." He studied the sensuous curve of her lips and 
promised himself that tonight, he would find out what it was like to have 
his cock between them. He hoped Bev hadn't slipped and let Freddy find out 
that he had watched her fellate Maxey. That was something he planned to lay 
on her, and hard, if she tried to play the virgin mouth game with him. "El 
and I were pure." 

"You didn't get laid?" Bev said in a doubting tone. 

"So help us, we didn't," Maxey answered. We were so damn busy trying to 
figure out how we'd put our case that we didn't even manage to kill the pint 
we bought." 

"Freddy, I think we're going to have a busy night relaxing our mates," Bev 
said, grinning. 

Freddy wondered if the Maxeys would arrange things so they could stay 
overnight, but after a pickup supper, they departed, leaving her alone with 
Paul. She half wished they had stayed. She suspected the night wouldn't be 
the easiest she'd ever had. She nibbled her lip almost raw as she wondered 
if El had let Paul know she'd gone down on him. Paul wasn't doing anything 
which suggested this had happened. He sat for a long time with a tall drink, 
then stripped and ran the bathtub full of very hot water. He lowered himself 
into it and soaked the tension from his body. When Freddy asked if he wanted 
her to come in and wash his back and massage him, he declined, saying he 
only wanted to unwind and that he would come to bed when he felt relaxed. 

"Then you can do your thing," he said. 

She undressed and got into bed, leaving a soft overhead light on. She lay on 
top of the spread, drowsily watching her reflection in the mirrored walls. 
She thought of her husband in the slowly-cooling tub and felt arousal 
spreading through her body. She wanted to fuck, wanted him to fill her pussy 
with his long, hard cock, squeeze her breasts and bite her feverish flesh. 
And she wanted his tongue down there, and his hot, swollen shaft in her 
mouth and tried to think of how she could have all these things without 
making him too suddenly, too shockingly aware of what had happened with her. 

He came to the bed naked, his skin flushed from long immersion in hot water. 
His penis was shriveled, hardly more than a button of flesh. She turned on 
her side and opened her arms to him. Paul slid down onto the mattress beside 
his wife and kissed her mouth, then her breasts, and she trembled at the 
touch of his tongue and teeth, and reached down between his legs. 

"What happened?" she teased. "Is this all you've got for me?" 

"If you want it, you're going to have to work for it," he said, grinning. 
"I'm limp as a noodle all over." 

She knew how to fix that. All she had to do was slide down in the bed and 
let her mouth play, but that she couldn't do. Not after all the times she 
had refused. She would have to proceed in a way which would make Paul 
believe he had finally broken down her resistance. So she raised up on an 
elbow, so that the hot nipples of her breasts were brushing his upper thigh 
and her hair fanning over his parted legs, and began to slowly tease his 
flesh with her fingertips. She drew his foreskin back and forth over the 
pink head of his cock and scratched the sensitive inches of flesh between 
his testicles lightly with her nails. His body trembled at her touch and he 
sighed with contentment. Gradually she felt his penis growing in her hand. 
She felt it twitch, saw the knob begin to darken as it filled with blood. 
But he was still far from erect. She squeezed and stroked lazily, let her 
head rest on his leg a few inches from his loins, watching him grow larger 
by the minute. 

"Umm-m-m-m ..." he murmured. "I like the way you use your hand, honey." 

"I like using it on you." 

"The other night, did you pump El all the way?" 

"Yes," she lied. "I was sure you'd asked him." 

"No. I thought maybe he'd fucked you." 

"He didn't. He said this was different." 

"Would you have fucked?" 

"I suppose so. After all, you'd had your jollies with Bev." 

"Didn't he leave you hung up?" 

"He's got hands too," she said, with what she hoped was a lewd and 
suggestive chuckle. She squeezed his now-turgid rod, watching the 
purplish-red knob bulge. She wanted to clamp her mouth tightly around the 
glistening ridge,. but restrained herself. "I got off that way." 

"You want to make me cum with your hand?" 

"I -, if you want that," she agreed in a soft voice. "I thought that was for 
kids. That you'd want to fuck." 

"What I want is for you to suck me, Freddy." 

Well, this is it, she thought. I've got to deal with it now! 

"Oh, Paul ... you know how many times we've been over that." 

"Take it in your mouth, Freddy." 

His eyes were hard, steady, almost frightening. She felt the heat rise in 
her body. The hugeness of his penis felt like burning steel in her clasping 
fingers. Oh, how she wanted to obey. But she mustn't seem too eager. She 
looked into his eyes for a long moment, nervously wet her full, sensual 
lips. She slowly nodded as she brushed back the sun-blonde mass of her hair. 

Freddy shifted and raised her body until her head was poised over the 
tremendous phallus. 

She held it at the base and drew the taut foreskin fully back, bending over 
it and touching her wet lips to the heated softness of the tip. She opened 
her jaw wide and took it all up into her mouth, hearing him sigh as softly 
she pursed her lips around the ridge, not sucking yet. Then she let her 
tongue come in contact with the velvety tip, began to move it slowly in a 
maddening swirl. He stirred under her caress and she sent her mouth 
consumingly down the entire throbbing length of him and her hand shifted to 
the hot, heavy sac of his testicles. She squeezed gentry and worked her head 
around,. lips glued to the rigid rod of male flesh while her tongue teased 
along the underside. She began to run her mouth up and down him, starting to 
lose control of herself now, panting through flaring nostrils and beginning 
to moan deep in her throat. Her eyes closed as she let herself go. When she 
opened them at last, Freddy could see her husband lying back, a dreamlike 
expression on his face. She devoured him with avid lips until she felt him 
getting bigger, the head of his staff ballooning in her mouth, and then she 
eased off. She didn't want him to cum too quickly, not until the obscene 
presence in her mouth had stimulated her body to orgasm. 

Paul lay almost motionless beneath her on the bed until she began to suck 
him hard again. Then, suddenly, it started deep in her belly, the surging, 
the desperate spasming in her loins. Her entire body trembled as the orgasm 
swept through her, and she felt her pussy flower open and spill sticky hot 
cum through the soft hairs around its mouth. She jerked her pelvis as his 
fingers slid between her legs and into the warmly streaming flesh of her 
pussy. She moaned and gasped around the stiffness in her mouth and her head 
began to bob wildly up and down its lust-engorged length. 

Paul was writhing under her oral caresses now, beginning to lose control. 
Drops of glistening preseminal fluid were coming from the small slit in the 
tip of his cock, flavoring her slaving mouth. His fingers burrowed urgently 
into the soft wet folds of her cunt and pressed her clitoris hard. 

"I'm cumming ... I'm cumming!" he moaned. "Freddy - Freddy, I'm going to cum 
in your mouth. Suck ... oh, suck, honey! Here it is! Now! Suck me and 
swallow it all baby!" 

The first hot torrent of his semen spurted into her mouth, gushing over her 
tonsils and pouring down her throat. She drew hard on the erupting mass of 
him, driving her head far down his cock and sucking wildly, gulping and 
moaning as her eager mouth was filled to overflowing and drops of his 
spending semen oozed from the distended lips. She squeezed his balls hard, 
trying to get the, last drop from them as his hands caught her head and his 
fingers tangled in her tousled blonde hair and he fucked into her oral 
wetness with his cock. She drew on it wantonly, held it prisoner in her lips 
until he was completely drained. Then she surrendered it, but began to lave 
it with her tongue, getting every possible bit of him and his musk. 

From the way he lay limp under her, she knew he was totally exhausted, 
sated. She doubted that even Bev, practiced felt a trace that she was, had 
been more skillful, more all-consuming. She moved up beside him and snuggled 
close, savoring the taste of his thick cum in her mouth. 

"See what you've been missing all this time," he whispered as he stirred 
enough to light cigarettes and put one between her wet lips. "I told you 
you'd like it if you tried it." 

"Try it, you'll like it," she said, chuckling. "Really, you should have made 
me do it before." 

"I damn near did several times," he confided. "But your head was so bitched 
up I thought you might freak out. I figured sooner or later you'd be ready." 

"I guess I was. Once I started, I went wild." 

"You're telling me," he said, patting her hip. "Know what? When I get my 
strength back, I'm going to eat you. And then I'm going to fuck you." 

"All right. I'm in a fucking mood, lover." 

She decided, as she lay easily in the curve of his arm, that she had carried 
it off okay. He hadn't suspected that he wasn't the first. His ego was 
strong enough so he was convinced that she just couldn't help turning on 
wildly once he got past the portal of her lips. She hoped he'd keep 
believing that. 

She cooperated when, rejuvenated, he knelt between her legs and licked her 
oozing cunt. It felt pleasant, but didn't really turn her on. She had to 
agree with Bev that Paul didn't have much talent for going down, that he was 
a wallflower. She was glad when he'd had enough of her that way and mounted 
her and put his hot spear of flesh deep in her pussy and drove it home so 
hard she felt the head smack against the mouth of her womb. That felt much 
better than his tongue had. She cried out and heaved her mound up to him and 
wrapped her arms tightly around his slender, hard-muscled back as he fucked 
her violently. He was filling her cunt, stretching it, doing wild things 
inside her eager body, making her cum and cum and cum until even her cries 
of completion were weak and the lips of her grasping pussy felt swollen and 
inflamed from the battering they'd taken. 

Later she lay, satisfied and spent, in his arms. Drowsily she wondered if El 
Maxey had fucked Bev so thoroughly, and how Bev had taken it. Did she turn 
on or was it a mechanical coupling, something endured while she could think 
of nothing except the delights of having her face buried between the young, 
limber thighs of Marylou, and her tongue delving deep into that sweet young 
cunt. She decided that if Rev was as hooked on the girl as she appeared to 
be, she might have a problem when El became fully aware of the situation. He 
was the sort who would always have to be number one with his wife, no matter 
how leniently he looked upon her casual sex life. 

She figured El Maxey as being confident he would never lose Bev to another 
man. 

To have a woman take her away would be the ultimate, destructive blow to his 
image of himself. 

If that threatened, he might be severe with Bev. 

Freddy Downs reached across her drowsing husband and lit another cigarette. 
She blew a cloud of smoke and began to think she might just even the score 
with Bev for the little ass-fucking party Bev had arranged. 

Chapter Seven 

Through the following week, Freddy thought of and discarded several plans 
for getting even with Bev Maxey before concluding she would never come up 
with anything perfect. As the memories of that night dimmed, she was in fact 
no longer furiously angry with Bev but began to consider her plotting for 
revenge as an intellectual exercise. She decided that the only approach 
which had a fair chance of success was to maneuver Bev into a position where 
she screwed herself up. She sensed that Bev suspected some plan for revenge 
might be afoot, so Freddy played it as cool as she could. During this time 
the sexual desires of Eldon Maxey and Paul seemed to abate. The two men were 
preoccupied with what was happening in Sacramento and the effect it would 
have when the university's fall semester classes opened in a few weeks. 
Until they knew what funds would be available, it was impossible to plan the 
necessary details of their teaching programs. The Regents, buffeted by 
pressure from both politicians and public, were slow in making their 
decisions. 

Now that she was willing to use her mouth on him, Paul seemed preoccupied 
with it and showed little interest in straight fucking. For this Freddy had 
to turn to El Maxey when the four of them got together on the waterbed, and, 
surreptitiously, to Hubba at times when Paul was safely elsewhere. When Bev 
made lesbian advances, Freddy put her off. At the same time, by repeated 
casual references, she kept the thought of Marylou strong in Bev's mind. 
Predictably, Bev became edgy and short-tempered. When, after two weeks, 
Eldon and Paul had to make a second trip to Sacramento - for further 
hearings, she put the first part of her flimsily-formulated plan in motion. 

She had Marylou's phone number in San Francisco. The teenager seemed to 
almost crawl through the wires when she heard Freddy's voice. 

"You'll come and see me? You really will?" she pleaded. 

"Yes. But I don't want any trouble. I'll arrange it with Trish," Freddy 
said. 

"You don't have to!" the other protested. "I won't let you pay. her!" 

"I want to. Ill tell you why sometime." 

When she sought Trish out, the latter seemed somewhat surprised and said, "I 
thought Marylou would be sneaking around to see you on the sly. You know she 
would." 

"Let's just say I don't want any problems. I dig that kid. Paul wouldn't 
like it. He'd turn on if he could watch me make it with a girl - but if he 
knew I was seeing one alone, well ..." 

"You're damn cool, Freddy. More than I thought," Irish told her. "Paul Will 
never know." 

Freddy paid the money and kept the date, staying overnight in Marylou's 
studio. The young girl introduced her to techniques of lesbian lovemaking 
she hadn't dreamed of, and there were times when Freddy herself became the 
aggressor, turning on as Marylou's satin-smooth thighs clamped tightly to 
her face and the young girl's lubricious cunt sent down its nectar to her 
seeking tongue of Marylou's soft, fevered lips sought out every inch of her 
tingling flesh. Only the knowledge that she was paying for it - even though 
she didn't have to -, kept Freddy from losing herself completely. 

"Rev would give anything to be where I am," she told Marylou. 

"All it takes is money," Marylou said in a cool tone. "Oh, I dig it with 
her. But not like this." 

"Could you sleep with her and make her think she was getting it for 
nothing?" Freddy asked. 

"I don't get it." 

"Suppose it was all fixed up. With Irish and everything. Only you make her 
think you're doing it on the sly because she turns you on," Freddy said. 

"Oh wow! You've got something in your head. I'm kind of afraid to ask what 
it is." She lit a cigarette and grinned. "I can do it. I'd get sort of a 
kick out of putting her on." 

"I'll see what I can do." 

* * * 

"This is the kinkiest thing I ever heard of," Trish said when Freddy 
approached her. "You're going to pay Bev's fare. But Bev isn't supposed to 
know. But if anything ever comes up, I'm supposed to say that it was Bev who 
paid? Uh-uh. Whatever you have in mind is bad news, Freddy. I don't need bad 
news." 

"There won't be any trouble, honest," Freddy said. "Okay, so I'm still a 
little sore at Bev setting me up for an ass reaming. I'd like to take her 
down a peg or two, but without hurting anyone." 

"I had a hand in that party," Irish said coldly. "Maybe you have plans for 
me too." 

"Trish, with you it was just business. That I can understand. She did it for 
kicks." 

"Believe one thing, Freddy. If you cross me, it'll be your ass. I mean it!" 

"I believe you. Look, with all the girls you have working, how many times do 
you deal with the client face-to-face?" 

"Not very often," Irish admitted. "I get a call for a date with a particular 
girl. The girl usually collects and gives me my cut. Some johns run a tab 
directly with me." 

"That gives you an out. Just because you're told that a fee comes from a 
certain party, it doesn't necessarily have to be, does it?" 

"I guess not. I'll go along with you. But remember what I said about being 
tricky with me." 

"Don't worry," Freddy said. 

* * * 

Freddy's next move was to confide to Bev that she had been seeing Marylou. 
The admission came when they were having late-afternoon martinis together, 
and Freddy made it sound like something which slipped out unintended. 
Silently she laughed at the flash of anger which showed momentarily in Bev's 
eyes. 

"Does Irish know?" 

"Of course not," Freddy said casually. "I haven't interfered with the girl's 
regular dates." 

She let the comment lie, but Bev couldn't drop it. As they continued to 
drink, she pressed Freddy for details of the meetings. Freddy not only 
described them with some embellishments, but in time aroused Bev to the 
point where they went to the waterbed and Freddy skillfully performed all 
the techniques of girl-love which Marylou had taught her. As Freddy had 
expected and hoped, instead of being satisfied, Bev became sullen and bitter 
even as her sleek body was trembling in the afterglow of their embrace. 

"Freddy, I'm going to be a bitch," she said, her voice thick with emotion. 
"I've got to have that girl. Any way. And I don't mean to pay for it. You 
fix it up the way you fixed yourself up." 

"I can't do that!" Freddy protested. "I can't help it if I turn her on." 

"Well, if she's so hot for you, she'll see it my way. If she won't date me, 
two things will happen. I'll tell Paul what you've turned into. He'll 
probably beat you black and blue and kick you out. Trish will make Marylou 
wish she never got born, and you too. Now honey, you talk to your girl 
friend and come up with something!" 

"Oh God ..." Freddy muttered, burying her face in the pillow so she wouldn't 
betray herself with the laughter which was churning inside her. "Yes, Bev. 
I'll find a way. It may take a few days. I'll get Marylou to call you." 

From that point on, it was almost simple. She made an adequate financial 
arrangement with Trish and revised her earlier plan which had involved 
simply having the two women get together in a suitable place, contrive to 
have the meeting come to El Maxey's attention and then lead him to believe 
that it was taking place simply because Bev was paying a high price for her 
loving. 

Freddy decided now that it would be much more effective if it happened 
during a group sex session on the houseboat where Bev could be ridiculed 
because she had to buy the young girl's favors, which would be a total 
put-down in the eyes of her swinging friends. By way of stage setting, she 
arranged one date between the two first. It took place in Marylou's 
apartment, and, from the report Bev brought back, she guessed Marylou had 
some talent as an actress. 

"She might have been forced into it at first, but she's one happy kid now," 
Bev said triumphantly when she returned early the following day. "I taught 
her to really love. She kept me awake all night, worked me over like never 
before." 

Irish went into convulsions of laughter when she heard this from Freddy and 
said, "I thought Bev had more smarts. She's like a high school boy who 
thinks he's taught a whore about fucking." 

For several days Freddy was stumped for a reason to stage her party. The 
university regents solved the problem by agreeing to the type of budget cuts 
which would look good to the outraged taxpayers without seriously curtailing 
the operations of Maxey's department. This word, carried on the six p.m. 
newscast, was enough to start an immediate run on the bar. It remained only 
for Freddy to suggest that a far-out celebration would be in order for Maxey 
and Paul to put the machinery into motion. In less than two hours, the 
houseboat was rocking with the blast of the stereo speakers. In addition to 
the two couples, Irish Marion and John Nash and Marylou and Hubba had 
arrived. Highballs were being made as fast as the refrigerator would provide 
ice and casual sex play was beginning. It speeded up after Maxey brought 
several bottles of Pernod from his houseboat and the green narcotic liquor 
began to flow. 

John Nash rubbed close against Freddy and slipped his long fingers under the 
scanty bikini panties she wore under her microdress, delving into the smooth 
cleavage of her buttocks. 

"This is fine ass," he said. "I dig it." 

"Don't dig too deep," she cautioned him. "My husband is here this time." 

"He's not exactly square," Nash whispered, grinning. "You didn't tell him 
about doing it that way?" 

"Of course not stupid!" she hissed. "And you better not either." 

"Wait until he fucks himself out. Then we'll go over to Maxey's boat. You 
know you dug it." 

"Maybe ..." 

"You're the most delicious thing I've ever seen," Paul was telling Marylou 
as his hands roamed over her young body. He didn't sense her rejection of 
his touch. "I'm going to fuck you first." 

"What if I don't like to fuck?" she asked sweetly. 

"Everybody likes to fuck." He laughed and pulled his zipper down, yanked his 
already-hard penis out and put her hand on it. "See. That's all for you, 
honey. Get down and take a good look!" 

His hand went to her bare shoulder, forcing the teenage girl to her knees in 
front of him as the others turned to watch. He caught a fistful of her hair 
and yanked her head close to his ready organ. Marylou seemed to recoil from 
it, then hesitantly took the length of it in her left hand and drew the 
foreskin back over the swollen cap. She wet her lips with the tip of her 
tongue and leaned forward. As it seemed her lips were about to encompass it, 
her other hand came up, thumb and middle finger forming a circle. She 
flicked the tip of her finger hard against the underside of his cock finding 
a vulnerable nerve. Paul let out a sharp cry of surprise and swore as his 
erection vanished. Marylou pulled free of him and sprang to her feet, 
laughing as she nimbly eluded his lunge. 

"It'll come back, stud," she said. "There's plenty of time." 

Paul might have kept after her, but the others were laughing at him, and he 
satisfied himself with cursing and reaching for another drink. 

Freddy felt the tension building inside her. From time to time she caught 
Trish glancing her way knowingly, as if challenging her to bring off her 
wild plan for making a fool of Bev. It was with some relief that she heard 
El Maxey finally suggest that they all take their clothes off. She made sure 
that Paul had dropped his pants and stepped out of them before she drew her 
dress over her head and kicked her panties away. Then she relaxed as they 
all shed their clothes. She watched Marylou ease closer to her, as if for 
protection, and warned the girl with her eyes. Marylou attached herself to 
Bev. It was Irish who got the action really going when she drifted over to 
Paul, who was sprawled sullenly on a sofa, his penis limp. 

"Hey - what happened to that fine piece of gear?" she asked. 

"I'd like to throw that little bitch, whoever she is, in the damn harbor," 
he muttered. "That hurt!" 

"I'll make it feel good again." Irish dropped to her knees beside him, 
taking his softened penis in her hand. She stroked it, peeling the foreskin 
back. She tossed her mass of dark red hair back and bent over his loins. She 
look his cock into her mouth and began to suck. 

The others watched it grow long and thick between her wet lips, so big that 
only the blood-heavy head fit between them. Her cheeks hollowed with her 
sucking and her fingers toyed with his swelling balls. Then his hands came 
to her head and held it tight while he fucked deep into her mouth. Strings 
of cum escaped her lips as he cried out in completion. Irish continued to 
suck until he was soft again and then rose, wiping her glistening mouth. It 
had all been very casually done. 

Freddy realized that the act she had witnessed had no great effect on her, 
except to arouse her slightly by its sexuality. The fact that it had been 
her husband's penis another woman was sucking was without any particular 
significance. 

"I could use a little of the same treatment," Eldon Maxey said, moving close 
beside her and sliding a hand up to hold a breast. "Can't let Paul get ahead 
of me." 

"If we do, you won't be able to fuck me," Freddy said coolly. "Do you 
realize since you taught me to go down, nobody's fucked me. Eating's groovy, 
but a girl likes to have a cock in her cunt once in a while." 

"We could split the difference," Maxey said, grinning and rubbing the tip of 
his turgid rod of flesh against her belly as he pulled her close. "Start 
with a sixty-nine and then switch." 

"All right," Freddy said after a moment. "Where?" 

"Why not your regular bedroom. Leave the waterbed for any big party that 
might start." 

Freddy drained her glass. No doubt about it, the Pernod was building a fire 
in her loins. She wanted a man to fill her cunt. She swayed her hips as they 
went into the bedroom and shut the door, and quickly pulled him down on the 
bed. Quickly they arranged themselves, lying on their sides, face to loins. 
She gently caressed his urgent flesh with her fingers as she felt his lips 
seek out the sensitive areas high inside her thighs and his hands moved 
through her pubic hair. His hot breath parted the softly curling hairs of 
her pussy slit, and then his tongue began to explore, burrowing into the 
throbbing outer lips of her cunt. She felt her juices begin to flow, and 
opened her legs wide for his head. His mouth dosed on her nether lips and 
she felt the wet length of his tongue explore her nether orifice. She 
trembled at the contact. His cock was huge and throbbing in her hand, the 
tip glistening lewdly with thick preseminal fluid. The dark, swollen head 
seemed to fill her entire field of vision as she guided it to her lips. They 
opened wide and clamped around the hot, velvety head and she gulped as she 
drew the iron-hard flesh deep into her ready mouth, hearing him sigh as the 
warm wet oral cavern engulfed him. His tongue speared deep into her cuntal 
passage, swirling, licking at her flowing juices. Her back arched and she 
began to thrust her throbbing pubic mound hard up against his mouth. His 
hands gripped the cheeks of her buttocks, parting them wide, and she felt a 
finger dip into her seething cunt momentarily, then slide up the crease of 
her ass and penetrate her anus. The sensation made her draw hungrily on the 
heated length of his penis and she moaned urgently, hearing the soft, 
obscene noises of their working mouths. Then his tongue was butter-flying 
around the interior of her pulsing cuntal slit, teasing her swollen clitoris 
and starting the eruption deep in her vitals. She wanted to pull her mouth 
away, scream to him that she was cumming, but he was fucking urgently 
between her lips. She grabbed his pummeling hips as she climaxed violently, 
then let her body relax as the succeeding waves of orgasm diminished. 
Finally she pulled her mouth free of the length of him. 

"Now fuck me!" she cried out. 

Maxey twisted around on the bed and climbed up between her widespread 
thighs. She raised her glistening cunt, took his saliva-slick penis and 
guided it in between the silk-soft curls of her pubic mound, gasping as he 
plunged deep into her welcoming flesh in a single stroke. Her legs clamped 
to his strong body, her heels locked across the small of his back. Her pussy 
clamped its prisoner tight as he began to fuck her. Realizing it really had 
been a long time since she'd been fucked, Freddy rose eagerly to his rhythm. 

The heavy mass of his penis seemed to be made of spring steel as it surged 
within her demanding body. She began to pant wildly and churn her 
sweat-glistening buttocks hard down on the mattress as she threw her pulsing 
cunt up to the lewd battering machine. The cords stood out in her neck as 
she strained to match his fucking and drive him to wilder efforts. 

"Oooh! This feels so good!" she gasped. "Fuck me, oh, fuck me!" 

"I'm going to want it all night," she grunted. 

Again there was the surging of orgasm building. She held him tight, her long 
fingernails digging into the rippling muscles of his back. Maxey grinned 
down at her, made his cock churn from side to side in the saddle of her legs 
as he rammed deeply into her grasping cunt. 

"Oh, ooh, 000H! I'm cumming again ..." Freddy cried out. "Fuck, oh, fuck, 
FUCK ME HARD! I'm cumming - cummm-i-nnnnngggg!!!" 

And again she felt the gushing of her cuntal juices pouring down the 
steaming passage of her vagina to ooze out around the surging rod of flesh. 
As from a distance, she heard her own wild cries of completion, and then her 
teeth sank in the heavy meat of his shoulder and she felt dizzy and weak at 
the moment when Maxey began to cum. The hot liquid spattered on the softly 
milking walls of her vagina, against the spasming mouth of her womb, as his 
entire body shook and trembled with the violence of his cumming. Her cunt 
lips clasped and opened rhythmically and her long legs held him fast until, 
long minutes later, his staff had diminished and she could barely feel it 
inside the lips of her satiated cunt. Then she released him. 

"That thing of yours could wear a man out," he panted. 

And she thought, you should try my ass sometime, stud. But she said nothing, 
only smiled lazily. He lit cigarettes for both of them and they lay back 
against the headboard of the bed, their perspiration-coated bodies touching 
lightly. 

"I thought Bev was the greatest, but you've got a spring in your ass that 
won't quit," Maxey said when his breathing had returned to normal. "I hope 
Paul doesn't mind sharing." 

"He's been getting all be could wherever he could for a long time. He 
practically threw us in bed together, didn't he?" she countered. She stroked 
his leg and toyed with his heavy balls. "I think it's just as good we made 
it together. I don't think you'll get a chance at Bev tonight." 

"Oh?. How so?" 

"She's got Marylou staked out. Better watch that, El. She's really turned on 
by that teeny-bopper." 

"So she likes both sides of the street," he said with no concern. "She 
always has. No big deal." 

"Whatever you say," Freddy replied, and let it drop. She had planted the 
thought, and that was all that she wanted. "Why don't we go out? Somebody 
will want to be using this bed." 

She maneuvered him from the bedroom and back to the party. There was food 
now, a platter of cold cuts and crackers and dips of several kinds. Freddy 
felt pleasantly high. Fucking with Eldon Maxey had taken the nervous edge 
off, and for the moment she had no desire for for the sexual contact. But 
the taste of Pernod was heavy in her mouth. She went to the bar and uncapped 
a bottle of beer and drank deeply as Hubba came over. Without preamble, he 
slipped his right hand between her thighs and stroked her tender cunt. 

"You're wet," he said, grinning. "And hot." 

"Wet, yes. Hot, no. Not for awhile," she said, winking. 

His hand moved around her, across the rich curve of her hip, over her 
clenching buttocks to the smooth crease between them. "I'm saving it," he 
said. "I want to put it here." 

"Ummm ..." Freddy murmured. She remembered how it had felt, with his 
iron-hard penis buried deep in her anus. She trembled. "It'll have to be 
later. And alone. My husband doesn't know about that, and I don't want him 
to." 

"I'll think of someplace," Hubba said. "I want it." 

"Later - please!" she whispered back. When he nodded and grinned, she moved 
away, waited for her chance to get Marylou alone and asked her, "Are you 
handling Bev okay?" 

"So far," the girl whispered back. "I'm stalling, telling her I don't want 
us to be interrupted." She moistened her lips and added, "I wish you didn't 
want to watch us." 

"Don't let it get you uptight, baby," Freddy said, caressing the girl 
tenderly. "I'll see we have some time together later, just the two of us. 
You remember what to say." 

"I've got it all rehearsed." 

"Say it loud enough so we'll be able to hear from above." 

"You'll be able to hear," the girl muttered. 

Except for the nakedness, and the understanding that when two people felt in 
the mood to indulge themselves in some sex play, the party was more decorous 
than most Freddy could remember. Nobody was getting drunk or troublesome. 
Yet it had a lot of potential. Every time she met the eyes of Marylou or 
Hubba, she read the desire for her in them. From Bev's glances, she knew the 
woman was well aware that Marylou wanted Freddy rather than herself, and was 
seething because of it. And Hubba was restraining himself, even when Trish 
Marlon playfully hefted his half-erect penis and invited him to see what 
they could do about it. He obviously meant to save it for Freddy's tight 
young ass. And Paul and John Nash were just slowly drinking highballs and 
talking to each other, for God's sake! 

Freddy waited a long, teasing time before finally giving Marylou the. nod. 
In a matter of minutes, the young blonde had Bev in tow and was leading her 
to the bedroom. The door closed firmly and its latch clicked. 

"Hey - they want to be alone," Nash said, laughing. 

"The way Bev's been looking at her, she's going to eat Marylou down to the 
bare bones," Trish put in. "That would be something to see." 

"Well, why don't we?" Freddy suggested. "There's the skylight." 

"To hell with them," Eldon Maxey muttered. 

"Yeah? El, maybe that baby has something you don't," Paul told him, 
chuckling lewdly. "You might learn new tricks." 

"She's got something I don't have," Maxey retorted. "It's called a cunt." 

"I don't care about you," Freddy announced. "I'm going to peek." 

She went up the circular stairway to the second deck. After a moment of 
hesitation, the others followed, moving silently on bare feet, cautioning 
each other to be quiet. They came out on the sundeck of the houseboat. Light 
showed through the glass rectangle of the overhead hatch. It had been 
cranked open several inches for ventilation. They could both see and hear 
what transpired in the bedroom below. 

"Oh, wow!" Freddy whispered. "Look at that!" 

Covering their mouths to avoid making a sound which would give them away, 
the voyeurs watched as Beverly Maxey frantically made love to Marylou. In 
minutes the young girl's body glistened wetly from her tongue and lips, and 
Bev was kneeling on the bed between the parted thighs, her dark head 
burrowing, mouth devouring the widespread cunt. Marylou was responding with 
sighs and gasps and writhings. From her pouting lips came whispered 
endearments as Bev's skilled oral lovemaking brought her to one wild climax 
after another. When Bev's initial frenzy abated, they changed places and 
Marylou expertly returned the caresses, driving the older woman wild. It 
continued for a long time, until even Bev's desire was quenched for the 
moment. Then they lay dose together, smoking cigarettes, and Marylou in a 
soft voice began the line of dialogue in which Freddy had coached her. 

"It's so good with you," she said. "I feel rotten, taking money when you 
bring me so high and get me off." 

"What's that?" Bev sat up suddenly, staring at her partner. "What're you 
talking about? What money?" 

"Oh, Bev, I don't want to take it, really, but I need the hundred dollars. I 
told Trish to just keep her share, that I'd go with you for nothing, but she 
refused." 

"This is insane!" Bev said, alarmed now. "If you think I'm paying for this, 
you little slut, you're crazy!" 

"But I have the money. Trish gave it to me!" A convincing look of surprise 
appeared on the innocent child-face. "For this time and before." 

"This is a lot of bullshit!" Bev leaped from the bed and cried, "Trish. 
Trish, Goddamnit!" 

"Hey - I never thought Bev would have to buy it, El," Paul said, chuckling 
at Maxey from their vantage point high above. "How about that?" 

"She never would," Maxey said, his face tightening in anger. 

"Sorry about that, El," Trish injected. "She did. Three hundred dollars for 
four dates with the little girl." 

"I don't believe it," Maxey whispered. 

"It's true. Let's go down and ask her. She's yelling her head off for me." 

The group scrambled down the staircase Marylou and Bev were in the center of 
the salon by then, warily eyeing each other. Bev whirled and faced Trish. 

"What the hell's going on here?" she demanded. "This one says I'm paying 
her. That's a crock of shit!" 

"You little fool," Trish accused Marylou. "You weren't supposed to ever 
mention it. She wanted to pretend to herself that you wanted her so much 
you'd go with her for nothing!" 

"You're both out of your fucking minds!" Bev screamed, looking to the others 
for support, seeing only amusement in their faces. She jabbed her finger at 
Trish. "You cheap hustler - you tell me to my face that I ever gave you as 
much as a dime to put me with anyone! Tell me! Tell them!" 

The violence of her words seemed to shake Trish, who wet her lips nervously 
and blurted, "Well, somebody did! Somebody called and made the arrangements 
and sent the money. I thought it was you, that you were trying to cover 
yourself because of your husband. Who else would it be?" 

Bev, her bare breasts tossing with her ragged breathing, confronted them. 
Her dark eyes flashed with her fury, and locked on her husband without 
flinching. Freddy felt her knees begin to go weak. She tried to meet the 
accusing scare and couldn't. 

"There she is! Freddy did it!" Bev almost screamed. "God knows why, but she 
did. Tell them, you bitch!" 

She launched herself at the cowering girl, but 

her husband and Paul caught her, restrained her charge. Her mouth contorted 
as she cursed Freddy. Freddy looked from Trish to Marylou and knew she was 
caught. Neither of them wanted to face Bev's fury. Freddy wanted to run but 
her limbs refused to function. She began to cry. 

"It was just a joke," she whimpered. "It was supposed to be a joke. On you. 
And on El ... oh, damn ... stupid ..." 

"It was more than a joke," .Bev retorted ominously. She turned on Trish. 
"Let's hear it. All of it." 

"Why not?" Trish replied weakly. "Freddy didn't like the way you arranged 
her ass-fucking session. No matter how much she dug it, she didn't like the 
way it was done. She was madder at you than me. So she made the deal with me 
for Marylou. She hoped El would thrash your ass." 

"What ass-fucking?" Paul said, confused. 

"Oh, your kinky wife takes it in the ass," Bev accused. "And loves it. Hubba 
and Nash both did it to her when we all got together one night while you and 
El were in Sacramento. Ask her!" 

"Paul -" Freddy blurted. 

He paid no attention. He looked at the faces of Nash and Hubba. Their eyes 
slid away from him. He did not know what to believe. 

"Look at Hubba," Bev said. "He's hard just thinking of it. I tell you Paul, 
you drag her in on that waterbed and throw her belly down and see how long 
it takes him to get in her ass. Oh, she'll yell like hell for a minute, but 
then she'll turn on and fuck like you'd never believe. Try her!" 

Freddy turned to flee, but they were on her, all of them except Marylou and 
Paul, who was still too confused to absorb all that had been laid on him so 
unexpectedly. Despite her struggles, the frightened young blonde was pulled 
to the waterbed and forced down on it. Her legs were pulled apart and Bev 
knelt between them. She had a tube of jelly and was smearing it over her 
buttocks despite her struggles. 

"Paul!" Freddy cried. "Help me! For God's sake, help me!" 

"I think I'd rather find out," he replied grimly. "Hubba, fuck her in the 
ass!" 

The muscular young man hesitated, standing over her, slowly peeling the 
foreskin up and down over the swollen head of his massive cock. Suddenly Bev 
took it in her hands and rubbed the jelly liberally over its length. 

"Do it. That's what you ye been saving this thing for," she commanded. 

The bed surged as Hubba knelt up between the widespread legs of Paul Down's 
wife. El Maxey was holding them wide at the ankles. John Nash, a wide grin 
on his face, gripped her flailing arms. She felt Hubba's fingers spread the 
trembling cheeks of her ass, and then his middle finger at the 
tightly-clenched anus. She gasped as it penetrated and began to delve and 
twist. In spite of herself, she writhed and swung her smooth, hard-muscled 
buttocks from side to side. His fingers spread them wide, and she felt the 
knob of his rigid cock where his finger had been. Abruptly he jabbed himself 
forward. She screamed at the shock of penetration, as the jelly-slick head 
spread her sphincter wide. She seemed to turn to mush inside, and she was 
biting her heavy lower lip against the pain. The bed heaved beneath her, 
forcing her up thrust buttocks backward against the obscene intruder and he 
sank deeper into her. She began to cry and tried to clench herself against 
the lewd rectal assault, but it was impossible. He was going into her and 
her body was betraying her, accepting, even inviting the rampant spear. 

"Ooh ... oooh ... 000H!" she moaned in mingled pain and pleasure. She caught 
her husband's eyes looking deep into her and turned her face, submitting, 
enduring. "It's so big ... so hard ... 000H!" 

The waterbed rocked violently as Hubba flexed his muscles and his weight 
moved the fluid. A wave carried her defenseless buttocks back upward and he 
rammed down, sinking this time to his extreme length, seeming to split her 
tortured asshole, and .the heavy weight of his balls smacked against the 
widespread cheeks of her buttocks. She cried out, and even as she did, she 
humped back in a wild, fucking reflex. 

"God, you're so hot and tight," he moaned over her. 

She wept as the huge hot penis began to work in and out of her, twisting and 
rooting deep in her belly. She could not prevent her body from responding, 
and quickly. She didn't know whether being watched by so many excited eyes 
heightened the eroticism or what, but she could not keep her body in check. 
She was being fucked brutally in the ass and she was cumming sooner than she 
had ever cum in her life! 

"aaaagh! ... ooooh ... I feel it so much ... uugh ... cumming ... I'm 
cumming ... cummmmmm-i-nnnnn-gggg!!!" Freddy cried out, yielding, letting 
herself go, writhing wildly, offering her now lust-inflamed asshole to the 
hard-pumping rod of flesh. It felt like she was being turned inside out with 
each withdrawal, then stuffed tight on the down stroke. "Fuck me ... keep 
fucking me!" she pleaded. 

But her wildness had been too much for Hubba, who had waited so many hours 
for this moment. He buried himself deep inside her and became immobile and 
said, "Got to stop a minute, or I'll cum. Don't want to cum yet. Wait. I'll 
be okay." 

Unresisting, Freddy lay under his dead weight, her body rocking to the 
movement of the waterbed. Each surge moved the hard rod around, distending 
her tender asshole, but there was no pain now, just waves of pleasure. 

"You know, she'd make a nice sandwich," Eldon Maxey said, with a speculating 
grin. "Hubba, roll over on your back. Stay in her and we'll till her front 
hole too." 

"Oh, no!" Freddy gasped. She tried to pull free but was unable to escape 
from Hubba. Other hands helped roll them over, until she was looking up at 
the ceiling, seeing herself reflected in the mirror there, splayed out with 
the base of Hubba's thick penis protruding from her anus. "Please don't!!" 

"Fuck her, Paul," Maxey said. 

"I can't," Paul mumbled weakly. 

"Then I will." 

El Maxey moved over the lewdly locked couple and up between their legs. His 
cock was hard and grotesquely long as he positioned himself. He brought the 
reddish head to the thickly stretched lips of Freddy's pussy and tried to 
force it in, but the motion of the bed under them and her writhings 
frustrated him until Bev took it in her hand and guided It. Freddy felt the 
tender entrance to her cunt distend at his pressure and cried out 
helplessly. 

"It can't go in me!" she pleaded. 

"Sure it will," Maxey replied. 

He pressed downward. Her tender flesh parted and the head penetrated as she 
gritted her teeth in pain. A hinge brought him deeper into her. 

Balancing himself on his hands, he began to fuck slowly into her, each 
stroke carrying him a fraction of an inch deeper and bringing a gasp of pain 
from Freddy. She closed her eyes. 

It felt like her lower body was being stuffed to bursting. She was 
completely filled in the back, with the length of Hubba's erection seeming 
to reach into her very throat, taking up every bit of space in her. Yet, 
steadily, Maxey was burying his cock deeper in her pussy. She could feel it 
rubbing and sawing against the length of Hubba's rod, the two separated only 
by the thin membrane between her cuntal and rectal passages. Then, with a 
last shove, Maxey too was all the way in her and the two of them began to 
fuck her in slow, steady rhythm. 

Each stroke brought a fresh surge of pain. As Hubba's big mass of flesh 
withdrew so only the head remained in the confines of her clutching 
sphincter, Maxey drove deep into her. Then as he withdrew, Hubba stroked and 
the two cocks rubbed against each other. She was buffeted between the two 
fucking male bodies, and to ease the pain, tried to match their movements. 
It helped, and brought a wild sensation to her body. She had never 
experienced anything like it! It tore and stretched at her sensitive flesh, 
but it was beginning to feel good! She found herself reaching out to wrap 
her arms around Maxey, to hump with them and want to feel them as deep in 
her as possible. 

"You're getting the idea," Maxey said. 

"Oh, it feels so strange," Freddy moaned, tossing her head, unable to focus 
her eyes. 

"Keep fucking ... keep fucking me!" 

With each rhythmic stroke, the three bodies blended into a more efficient 
machine as Freddy's agile body adapted to the heaving of the bed and the 
well-timed thrusts of her partners. She heard the lewd moist sounds of the 
two penises which were possessing her flesh simultaneously. Then she felt 
hands on her face, tilting it to one side. She opened her mouth, knowing 
without looking what waited. Her lips closed over the swollen head of John 
Nash's penis and she began to suck it. 

"Well I'll be damned," she heard Paul say from a distance. 

Freddy paid no attention. She was beyond caring about anything beyond the 
male flesh she was absorbing. She gave herself over entirely to fucking and 
sucking. 

The pace heightened and their flesh compressed her. Urgent cries escaped her 
lips as they clamped tightly around the rod of flesh which was thrusting 
deep into her throat. She felt herself on the verge of cumming again and 
surrendered to the instincts of her body. Wildly she thrashed on the 
waterbed, twisting and gulping and writhing. She felt the three cocks 
getting bigger and harder, more demanding. She could hear the uneven panting 
of the men who were using her so wildly. 

Then it hit them all simultaneously. She felt her belly would be split and 
her rectum torn apart with the final violence of El Maxey and Hubba, and at 
the same time Nash was ballooning in her mouth, gushing a hot flow .of cum 
over her tonsils and deep into her throat while she sucked and swallowed and 
her cunt and asshole squeezed tight around the spurting shafts buried in 
them. 

Her own orgasms left her weak, uncoordinated. She lay limply between them, 
feeling their bodies slippery against her own while her tongue slowly licked 
the final drops of cum from the softening penis in her mouth. When Nash 
withdrew, long, lewd strings of whitish cum linked, the head of his cock to 
her lips, stretching until they broke and dropped across her body. She 
panted slowly, recovering. 

"Well I'll be Goddamned," Paul blurted. "She did it. She went wild for it." 

"I - couldn't - help - myself," she said in a thick voice as she tried to 
focus clearly on his dumbfounded face. "You saw them. They made me." 

"I saw you turn on," he accused. 

"Ooooh ..."she sighed, and turned away as Maxey and Hubba withdrew. their 
flaccid cocks from her body. "I'm tired." 

"Her ass is all warmed up for you, Paul," Maxey said. "Try it." 

"I need a drink," Paul said, turning away. 

They left the room then, all except Marylou. She bent over Freddy's inert 
form, kissing her eyes and mouth tenderly, stroking her with gentle hands. 
Then she went to the bath and came back with a cool, wet cloth and began to 
clean away the thickening drops of semen which oozed over Freddy's trembling 
flesh. 

"Poor darling," she whispered. "I wish it happened to me instead. I couldn't 
stop them." 

"It's all right, Marylou," Freddy said. "I had it coming. And when it 
started - well, I wanted it. I wanted what they were doing to me." 

"Oh, Freddy. No!" 

"I did," she said in a husky voice. "Really. All of them at once. Tearing me 
apart and turning me on." 

"I don't think Paul will ever be the same again." 

"He thought he was the swinger," Freddy said with a mirthless chuckle. "It 
turns out he was wrong." She stretched, tested her limbs. "I'm going to let 
him mull it over for a while and then I'm going to make it clear to him how 
things are. going to be. Get me a robe from the closet, Marylou. I'm gong to 
slip away and go down to Maxey's boat and rest just a little. Give me an 
hour. Then send Paul down." 

"I think he's just likely to get drunk. You shook him." 

"You stay here and see that he doesn't get drunk," Freddy said, her voice 
firm. "Or have sex. I want him fresh." 

"Oh, Freddy ..." the little blonde murmured. 

Freddy kissed her lingeringly on the lips. 

"Please do as I say." 

She drew a shorty robe around her nakedness and slipped through a side door 
which led to the aft cockpit as Marylou reluctantly joined the others in the 
salon. 

Chapter Eight 

Freddy had no difficulty in leaving unnoticed. She peeked through the 
partly-open door to the big salon and saw them all clustered around the bar. 
They were drinking and talking in artificially-fast sentences. She suspected 
there was a feeling of mass guilt which they sought to ease through the use 
of alcohol and light chatter. 

The night was cool. Wisps of fog rose from the waters of the basin, swirling 
around the shapes of the houseboats. Most were dark at this hour, although a 
few dim lights in bedrooms suggested that lovers were still active. She drew 
the short robe tighter around her and moved soundlessly down the slip to the 
Maxey houseboat. She knew it as well as she knew her own, and turned on only 
a night light. She went to the galley and filled a percolator and started 
coffee. In a medicine cabinet she found a bottle of tranquilizers and took 
two. She made a weak drink at the bar and settled in a deep chair to wait 
for the coffee to be done. 

One thing was uppermost in her mind. Her relationship with Paul had reached 
a new dimension, and she suspected her husband would have more difficulty 
adjusting to it than she. The boundaries must be swiftly and definitely laid 
out and understood. 

He must be made to understand that she was not the repressed creature she 
had been only a few weeks ago. His attitude toward her bad forced her into 
an entirely different mold. Now, he must be prepared to accept her as she 
was. If he couldn't, then he would have to get out. It was that simple. He 
had wanted her to play around just a little so that he could play the roving 
cocksman freely and without any guilt feelings. As far as she was concerned, 
that gave him no right to write the rule book for the game. 

The coffee sent out its rich aroma. She poured some into a mug, stirred in 
sugar, laced it with brandy and sat in the darkness, sipping it. She thought 
back over what had happened to her that night. Forced to be honest with 
herself, she accepted the blame for what had transpired. Playing games with 
Bev just wasn't very bright, and she'd have deserved it if the whole bunch 
of them had bent her over and used a belt on her tender buttocks. But they 
hadn't, and what they'd put her through was in its way a much more traumatic 
thing. 

Ravaged by three men at once, while others watched her humiliation. She 
imagined a lot of girls would have completely freaked out. 

But, Freddy told herself, she had taken it. And when there was obviously no 
way to escape, she had enjoyed it, let her basic animality surface. No doubt 
about it, she had responded. She thought it mildly amusing that only her 
husband, who considered himself a swinger, had stayed out of the affair. 

She was on her second cup of coffee when Paul arrived. He came in silently 
and stood in shadow, as if he didn't want her to see whatever expression he 
might have on his face. He had pulled on a pair of sun-faded blue jeans. 

"Hello, lover," she said in a cool voice. 

"You okay, Freddy?" 

"Of course," she said in a tone which told him nothing. "How are all the 
jolly people?" 

"Look, honey ..." 

"At you? No, thanks." Seeing grown men cry and crawl sort of makes me sick, 
Paul." 

"Freddy ... please! I know I shouldn't have let it happen. I should have 
thrown them all out." 

"Why?" she said mockingly. "Because of what was happening to your wife, or 
because you saw me digging it? Well? I did dig it, you know. The sort of 
thing you've been trying to get me into for months. Well, I got in. And I 
liked it. Now, how's that grab you?" 

"You couldn't have liked it," he said in a choking voice. 

"Oh, but I did. And that, my friend, is what you're going to have to live 
with - if you want to keep living with me. I've learned to really enjoy 
fucking. And sucking and whatever else. It was in me all the time. It just 
took a while to break through. Now that that's happened, the question is, 
what are you going to do about it?" 

"Freddy, I don't know what to say." 

"Let's go into the bedroom, Paul. El and Bev's bed should be a groovy place 
to talk. 

With a challenging sway of her hips, she strode to the bedroom and turned on 
the overhead light. Casually she let her robe fall. away, revealing the full 
-length of her voluptuously-curving body. Her breasts stood out high and 
firm, nipples rising in the dark aureoles. Her eyes were feral. She trailed 
the tips of her fingers through the soft blonde curls of her pelvic mound. 
She looked at the front of his jeans and saw nothing there. She reached out 
and ripped them open, peeled them down over his hips. His penis was flaccid. 
She took it in her hand and squeezed it teasingly. 

"Not much, is there?" she mocked. "Maybe if I took it in my mouth it would 
come to life." 

"Listen, Freddy ..." he started to say. 

But she had already dropped to her knees. She drew the foreskin back and ran 
her tongue over the now-small head, then engulfed it with her moist lips and 
sucked. She felt him twitch a little under her caress. She took her mouth 
away for a moment and looked up at him boldly. 

"You like that? I'm really very good at sucking now, Paul. El was a groovy 
teacher. I think I'll make you beautifully hard this way and then have you 
put it in my ass. You've never done that for me." 

"Oh, my God ... he mumbled, but already her mouth was consuming him again, 
her tongue tantalizing, making him grow in the wet cave of her lips. Her 
fingers stroked his balls and he swelled and became iron-hard. "Oh, Freddy 
..." 

"That's fine," she said then, hefting the weight of his ready penis. "Let's 
get on the bed." 

She dropped across it, lying on her belly, wriggling her limber body. There 
were two fat, firm pillows and she slid these under her hips, elevating 
herself. She rose on her knees, spreading herself wide and looked up at him, 
brushing the long blonde hair away from her face, almost laughing aloud at 
his confused expression. 

"Put it in me," she commanded. "Hubba loosened me up. You shouldn't have any 
trouble." 

"I don't believe it," he mumbled as he moved behind her, his heavy cock 
swaying. He bent over her and she reached back, drew the firmly rounded 
cheeks of her buttocks wide apart. He took his rigid cock in his hand and 
brought the huge knob to the tiny tight ring of her anus, and whispered, "It 
won't fit." 

"One a lot bigger than yours did," she mocked. 

She was ready, yet she gasped when he entered her. She rotated her trembling 
buttocks and undulated back toward him, feeling his rigidity begin to 
penetrate. Her hot wet, rectal channel grasped him and seemed to suck him in 
and she heard his sigh of pleasure and increased the urgency of her 
movements until, with a sudden lunge that brought a soft cry from her parted 
lips, his hardened spear of flesh drove all the way in and the semen-swollen 
testicles smacked and flattened against the widespread mounds of her 
buttocks. 

"Uugh! Ooh! Aaagh!" Freddy gasped, and then began to move with her husband 
as he fucked slowly and deeply in and out of her straining anus. Her rectum 
clutched at the swollen rod of flesh lightly and she ground herself back 
against him. "Let me ease down a little and you just lie there in me." 

She let her weight from her elbows and knees and felt his weight come down 
on her body, supported now only by the height of the two pillows. It was not 
as good as doing it on the waterbed, she found. This was an immobile 
platform, but with slow undulations of her body she could find all the 
sensations that she wanted at the moment in the steaming depths of her anus. 

"Do you like this?" she murmured. 

"You know it!" 

"I hope you won't mind if I get however much I feel like getting. This and 
all the rest. Like Bev and Marylou." 

"My God, Freddy ..." 

"Why not? You get all you can. Oh, I'll be discreet and just go to bed with 
friends." She chuckled mirthlessly, enjoying her husband's discomfort. "I 
promise you, Paul, no strangers. I'll always ask a man's name before we 
fuck." 

"You bitch! You beautiful bitch!" 

"I guess I am. I thought that's what you wanted me to be. Or did you just 
want me to put out a little to El so he'd put you in the big job you want?" 

"The truth is you were so damn rigid about sex that I wanted to break you 
out of your shell. I guess maybe I did too well." 

"Maybe you did," she said. "I think the number of affairs I have - or just 
friendly sucks and fucks - is going to depend on how well you take care of 
me. I know what my body can feel now. It's only natural I want to enjoy it." 

"Freddy, I don't know what the hell to do!" he said hopelessly. 

"Okay, dum-dum," she said with a soft chuckle as she churned suddenly, 
demandingly under him. "Start fucking!" 

And he did. His aroused rod plunged deep and fast into her, probing and 
rooting in her welcoming ass as Freddy rose on her knees to help him. She 
reached and found his hand and led it to the hotly aroused button of her 
clitoris. The touch of his fingers there sent her surging toward orgasm and 
she began to whimper and cry out softly. She rocked from side to side, 
absorbing him to the fullest, and her hair tossed like a blonde waterfall. 
Then she felt his hands move to her hips, holding them tight as he drove in 
and out of her. 

"I'm going to cum-, baby!" Paul groaned, fucking hard. 

"Oh, yes. Me too. Me too! Oh, Paul, fuck me, luck me, I'm 
cumm-i-nnnn-ggggg!!!" 

They climaxed at the same instant, their rolling cum gushing and mingling 
and smearing on their laboring bodies. Freddy collapsed under him and groped 
back to find his balls and mills them of their last drops with her urgent 
fingers. Then they lay locked together, panting, bodies glistening with the 
sheen of their passion. His flesh remained buried in her twitching anus for 
a longtime. 

"Think that should hold you for awhile?" he whispered in her ear. 

"Mmm-mmm ..." She wriggled from under him. The quaking was still going on 
deep in her loins. She looked into his eyes and read the message that he 
would be as wild with her as she wanted. "For awhile." 

"You don't feel up to going back to your friends for more?" 

"No," she said. "Not now. But I'm young and strong and I recuperate fast." 

"You've got to be kidding," he said, his voice uncertain. 

"Paul, lover, would I kid you?" She fondled his spent penis. "You'll just 
have to see that you don't give me any reason to kid you that way." 

"I don't think I'm that much of a man. The way you are now you'd wear out 
the best of studs. That's the truth, Freddy!" 

"Well, keep trying, lover." She kissed him lightly. "Keep trying." 


End
