SOHO-3006 Anita's Virgin Teenagers

FORE­WORD

As so many young men who use their young years to the fur­ther­ing of their ca­reers, of 
their busi­nesses, Tom was not all that his young wife needed just then. When Linda, the 
green-eyed beauty with the ex­quis­ite taste in all that was artistic came into her life, it was 
love at first sight. But Linda never took An­ita away from her man, on the con­trary, she 
brought her back to him, closer than ever, more re­fined and clever in her love­mak­ing.

A new life seemed to open for the young couple, here­to­fore un­sus­pec­ted pleas­ures 
were sud­denly theirs, and to­gether with each other and with a grow­ing circle of friends 
they in­dulged in their new-found dis­cov­er­ies.

The jeal­ousy which had al­ways nagged at Tom’s heart was dis­ap­pear­ing gradu­ally, for
how could he be jeal­ous of other wo­men, after all! Or were they in­deed be­gin­ning to 
mean more to his young wife than he ever had?

Rather than to worry about it, Tom much pre­ferred watch­ing, touch­ing and shar­ing 
whenever An­ita writhed in soft, gentle and fem­in­ine arms. That these other arms would 
even­tu­ally em­brace them both was not some­thing he could doubt for a mo­ment. With 
an­other wo­man he could share the ad­mir­a­tion and de­sire they felt for An­ita, but he 
could not ad­mit that what he had to of­fer might be re­jec­ted.

Per­sua­sion and charm, when this suf­ficed, brute force when noth­ing else would do, 
there were no means from which Tom shied away to achieve his ends, and An­ita still loved 
him so deeply that little by little she be­came more than his part­ner in sex. She be­came his 
ac­com­plice in se­duc­tion as he be­came hers.

CHAPTER ONE

The Vene­tian mir­ror was just what An­ita had al­ways wanted and she leaned for­ward a 
little to make out the tiny little price tag stuck to one corner of the re­flect­ing sur­face.

“Two hun­dred and twenty-five dol­lars,” said a throaty, fe­male voice at her left shoulder. 
“It’s a fant­astic bar­gain.”

Linda turned around and looked into the lu­min­ous green eyes of a young saleslady. Like 
the ex­quis­ite ob­jects, fur­nish­ings, mir­rors and paint­ings in the store, the young wo­man 
had an ex­pens­ive, taste­ful look about her. Her black hair, cut short and fringed over her 
high fore­head, mol­ded her pretty head like a shin­ing hel­met.

“Do you like it?” she asked.

“I do,” replied An­ita and re­turned the warm smile of the young wo­man.

“It’s not really an an­tique, of course,” said the saleslady, “but I’d say it must be over thirty 
years old. They haven’t been us­ing that par­tic­u­lar cut glass in the frame for quite a few 
years now.”

An­ita had the im­pres­sion that she was be­ing told the ab­so­lute truth. There was 
some­thing simple in the way the wo­man spoke, some­thing quiet and self-as­sured, that 
pre­cluded any kind of sales pres­sure.

An­ita knew that she was go­ing to buy the mir­ror and she de­bated with her­self 
whether to try and ar­gue about the price.

“It’s just a little more than I had in­ten­ded to spend,” she mur­mured hes­it­antly. The 
young wo­man’s green eyes quickly went from the triple-strand pearl neck­lace An­ita wore 
down along the chic French pants suit to the snake­skin shoes, a glance that re­minded An­ita
strangely of those she had re­ceived by male pass­ers-by on Fifth Av­enue, all af­ter­noon, 
but she ascribed it to the quick eval­u­ation of her fin­an­cial stand­ing.

“It’s not that I can­not af­ford it,” she said quickly, de­fens­ively, as do those whose wealth 
is re­cent. “I just thought I’d be reas­on­able for once!”

The sales­wo­man chuckled, full of un­der­stand­ing.

“Oh, haven’t we all these mo­ments of reas­on­able­ness,” she said in a chatty, re­laxed 
tone of voice, “and isn’t it sweet when we fi­nally de­cide to give in to tempta­tion!”

For reas­ons she could not quite un­der­stand An­ita had the feel­ing that the young 
wo­man was not just speak­ing of the mir­ror but really of life in gen­eral and she felt a little 
un­easy about it. She was in­deed not very good at de­priving her­self of any­thing that 
tickled her fancy, at least not since money had ceased to be such a prob­lem, since Tom had 
fi­nally hit the jack­pot with that bar he had bought on Third Av­enue! But did it show so 
quickly, she thought?

“When could it be de­livered?” she heard her­self say, al­most to her own sur­prise.

“Where do you live?” asked the dark-haired wo­man, and when An­ita had given her the 
ad­dress she smiled.

“Oh, that’s just a few blocks away. There won’t be any prob­lem at all. But let’s see,” she 
ad­ded as if sud­denly re­mem­ber­ing some­thing, “I’m driv­ing up to Westchester as soon 
as we close, in just an­other fif­teen minutes, and I would be glad to take you and the mir­ror 
home in my car, if you could wait that long!”

“Oh, I don’t want to trouble you,” said An­ita. “You are really very kind, Miss—”

“It’s Linda. Just call me Linda, won’t you?” She pre­pared the sales slip and took the check 
An­ita wrote out with a smile and at the same time put her hand on hers, hold­ing it for an 
in­stant.

“I envy you in a way,” she said softly. “It’s so nice to get some­thing for one­self when it’s 
really some­thing one wants and likes a lot.” Linda nod­ded and agreed with a smile, but more
than the warmth of the words she felt that of the hand on hers, quite firm for a wo­man, 
al­most in­tim­ate for one she had just met, the kind of con­tact more usual among very good
and close friends. An­ita was just a little too em­bar­rassed to try and pull her hand away but 
the con­tact did not last. When Linda turned to put the check into the drawer of the cash 
re­gister An­ita was startled to find that she missed the gentle touch.

She had not had time to make many friends here in Man­hat­tan yet. Every­one was a little
new and ex­cit­ing, of course, but there was loneli­ness too in that lux­uri­ous apart­ment 
house on Sev­enty-eighth Street, where thou­sands of people seemed to live in close 
prox­im­ity and total ig­nor­ance of each other. An­ita missed some of her child­hood friends 
who had re­mained her friends when she had mar­ried, those sec­ret­ar­ies and young 
house­wives back in Staten Is­land. It was like liv­ing in the coun­try, and it was some­how far 
away, even if it was part of the city. Too far away for those fre­quent little vis­its from one part 
to an­other, for a little chat over a cup of cof­fee.

An­ita, as she sat down on a grace­ful vel­vet-covered chair with a brass back­rest 
ob­served Linda in pro­file. She was now speak­ing with an­im­a­tion, her voice low and 
con­fid­en­tial, as the cus­tomer, an eld­erly and some­what ef­fem­in­ate look­ing 
gen­tle­man listened with great at­ten­tion. An­ita could not hear what was be­ing said but 
Linda was hold­ing a small Meis­sen vase in her hand and turn­ing it around in every 
dir­ec­tion and it seemed to her that whatever she was telling the man was know­ledge­able 
and in­ter­est­ing. How an­im­ated Linda’s some­what pale, lovely face was as she spoke! As 
with most people she in­stinct­ively liked at first sight An­ita spec­u­lated on the 
pos­sib­il­it­ies of her and Linda be­com­ing friends. She would like hav­ing a friend like this.

At last the time for clos­ing had ar­rived and to­gether the two young wo­men car­ried 
the mir­ror, care­fully wrapped in news­pa­per and cor­rug­ated card­board, to­ward the 
park­ing lot across the street where Linda’s for­eign sports­car was stand­ing. It was a 
two-seater with just enough room in the back to wedge the mir­ror in safely.

“Do you think I might find a place to park in your block?” asked Linda. “I would like to help
you carry the mir­ror up­stairs.”

“Oh, you can go straight down into the build­ing gar­age, our spot is empty at this hour. 
Tom, my hus­band that is, doesn’t get home un­til very late at night. Oh, by the way, Linda, I 
don’t want to im­pose on you, but there is enough food in the house. Per­haps we could have
din­ner to­gether?”

She said it shyly, al­most with child-like hes­it­a­tion, and was pleased when Linda 
touched her arm and smiled.

“Thank you, thank you very much. I would love to,” she said.

An­ita’s apart­ment was ex­quis­itely fur­nished. Al­though her back­ground was mod­est 
and had not pre­pared her for the bet­ter things in life, her nat­ural taste and sens­it­iv­ity 
was such that once she was able to af­ford it, the ob­jects and or­na­ments she se­lec­ted 
were al­most fault­lessly fit­ting and el­eg­ant.

Linda ex­pressed her ad­mir­a­tion for the charm­ing little apart­ment and then helped 
An­ita pre­pare din­ner. As if on a sud­den tender im­pulse she turned her face to her host, as
they both stood over the skil­let where shrimps were fry­ing nois­ily and lightly kissed An­ita’s
cheek.

“I’m so glad you in­vited me, I do like you,” she grinned. An­ita said noth­ing and looked 
down at her shrimps, quite taken aback, not so much by the young wo­man’s ges­ture than 
by her own re­ac­tion. It was hard for her to be­lieve, but the brief con­tact of the moist, 
pretty lips against her skin was fol­lowed by a sud­den rush of mois­ture between Linda’s 
thighs, the kind of nag­ging and ur­gent re­sponse she used to feel whenever Tom would turn
to her, late at night, in the warmth of their bed.

She is a wo­man, An­ita si­lently ar­gued with her­self, this isn’t pos­sible. I must be tense, 
per­haps un­der too much strain be­cause of all the changes in my life, lately, be­cause of 
Tom’s late hours, his tired­ness when I do get to see him.

She suc­ceeded in dis­miss­ing the mo­ment­ary im­pulse as an un­im­port­ant 
ab­er­ra­tion of an over­wrought nervous sys­tem, hav­ing noth­ing to do with the em­pathy 
she felt for Linda. But a few minutes later, as they sat fa­cing each other in the little din­ing 
room, the candles lit on the small, round table, she was re­minded of that one mo­ment by 
Linda’s de­lib­er­ate words.

“Did you mind my kiss­ing your cheek?” she asked her sud­denly and her green eyes 
seemed to shine with amuse­ment as well as some­thing else, some­thing more hid­den and 
secret.

“Oh! Oh no, why of course—I mean why should I?” mumbled An­ita, quite em­bar­rassed 
for she knew not what reason.

“Be­cause,” said Linda and put her hand once more on An­ita’s, “be­cause I really wanted 
to kiss your mouth but I was afraid to shock you.”

Their eyes met and An­ita’s heart star­ted pound­ing. I can­not look at her, not when she 
stares like this, she told her­self. I just can’t bear it—but there is this hand, so warm and so 
firm, and there is her smile and her skin, at the neck and go­ing down into the cleav­age of 
her dress—soft, white, and ask­ing to be touched—

“No!” cried An­ita at last, un­der­stand­ing fully what was wanted of her, what this 
wo­man im­plied and de­man­ded without say­ing it.

An­ita had suc­ceeded in turn­ing her head away from Linda but she was un­able to 
with­draw her hand. She was hor­ri­fied at how good it felt to be held, to be wanted by—by 
this wo­man!

And then Linda lif­ted the trem­bling little hand in her fin­gers un­til it was at her lips. 
An­ita did not look but she knew that not only the lips but also the tongue was now 
ex­plor­ing the space between her fin­gers, the in­side of her palm, and every time it moved, 
ever so slowly, ever so del­ic­ately, it was as if an elec­tric shock had shot through her body. 
And down there, between her legs, she knew that she was get­ting wet, wet, wet!

“Please—” she was able to whis­per after a few seconds, without look­ing at her charm­ing
guest.

“Please what?” Linda’s voice had taken on a new kind of au­thor­ity. “You must tell me!”

“Don’t—Linda, please don’t—”

“But you want me! You want me to touch you, to kiss you, I’ve known it from the mo­ment
I saw you!”

“No! It isn’t true!” shouted An­ita, still look­ing away at the floor.

“Yes, it is true! I can tell be­cause I can smell it! An­ita, I can smell your cunt and I know 
that it longs for me!”

Ashamed, em­bar­rassed and un­able to deny the evid­ence, An­ita let her head fall down 
on her free arm, on the table, and she knew that she would start cry­ing in a second.

“No, no,” she whimpered once more, hear­ing the rust­ling of Linda’s dress. But then, 
be­hind her left ear, on the del­ic­ate skin of her neck, there was a bite, light and tender, and 
between the sharp­ness of small teeth there was the warm soft­ness of the tongue.

“Don’t fight it,” mur­mured Linda. “Oh, how sweet you are like that! Like a vir­gin when she
is first kissed! Oh, what I couldn’t do with one like you!”

Against her cheek An­ita felt some­thing in­fin­itely soft and cool, some­thing that she 
wanted to bite furi­ously all of a sud­den, or at least taste, suck—and turn­ing her face 
side­ways at last, she stared, un­be­liev­ing, at the twin mounds of two de­li­cious, pointy 
breasts, white and tipped with dark brown nipples, already sharpened into the tur­gid state of 
de­sire.

Above all, I must not touch them, that above all, An­ita told her­self si­lently and then she 
put her arms around the torso of the wo­man, feel­ing its wil­lowy slen­der­ness and her 
mouth opened to lunge at the nearest cone of flesh.

Yes, above all, this is what I should not do, it flashed through An­ita’s mind as her jaws 
began to move, as her tongue felt the hard­ness of the nipple and star­ted twitch­ing 
nervously.

“You’re a good girl, my good little girl, yes, you are,” mur­mured a voice above her, soft, 
tender, for­giv­ing and un­der­stand­ing. And a gentle hand brushed through her hair, un­til 
she really felt as if she were but a child, a little girl in the pro­tect­ing and al­ways for­giv­ing 
arms of a mother.

“Suck, my darling, yes, suck. You do it so well,” the voice con­tin­ued. “And now take the 
other! Ohhh—how sweet—yes, yes, your tongue, my love—Oh how I have been wait­ing for 
it!”

A muffled sob formed deep down in An­ita’s throat when she real­ized that her own will 
had been totally stripped from her, that she would do everything that wo­man de­man­ded of
her, everything, no mat­ter what it was!

“You are now go­ing to suck my clit­oris the way you suck my breasts,” mur­mured Linda. 
“Yes, you are go­ing to do it un­til I twitch with pleas­ure! That is the power you have, An­ita, 
that is what you can do to me. You can give me more pleas­ure than any man ever could! 
Come, baby, come my little darling, where is your beddy-bye?”

How sure this wo­man was of her­self, how firm her voice and totally un­ex­pect­ant of 
the slight­est ob­jec­tion! If it had wavered ever so slightly, if it had only hes­it­ated for a 
frac­tion of a second, some strength might have re­turned to An­ita’s heart and mind, she 
thought, but now there was noth­ing, she was noth­ing, there was only obed­i­ence and 
sub­mis­sion pos­sible, and she knew that she would do everything, just ab­so­lutely 
everything!

When two firm small hands seized her shoulders and urged, she rose to her feet. Slowly, 
with Linda hold­ing her from be­hind, she led the way to her and Tom’s bed­room. When she 
reached for the handle and opened the door there was some­thing about the twi­light in the 
room, about the sweep of pil­lows and mat­tress that re­minded her so strongly of pleas­ures 
past that she closed her eyes, giv­ing her­self up to the sen­sa­tions that swept through her 
flesh, and fi­nally whirled around sav­agely, fa­cing the strange wo­man, arms grop­ing, 
lunging, grap­pling and hold­ing, while her lips crushed those be­fore her, un­see­ing, and 
then her mouth opened slowly to Linda’s search­ing, ex­plor­ing tongue.

“You darling, you little an­gel,” mur­mured Linda after they had kissed for long, de­li­cious 
minutes. “I just knew it, I felt you would be a hot one, An­ita, a really hot one! Tell me, aren’t 
you hot? Tell me the truth, are you feel­ing the heat—down there—there—” And her hand 
slipped down along the young wo­man’s body, fin­gers press­ing against the belly and into 
the crotch, strong fin­gers, full of au­thor­ity, go­ing straight for the soft plump vulva which 
they ex­plored through the light ma­ter­ial of the pants suit.

An­ita had a mo­ment of weak­ness, quiv­er­ing and al­most slid­ing to the floor, had not 
Linda caught her quickly, wrap­ping one arm around her waist. Everything seemed to turn 
about her. There was noth­ing left in her con­scious mind but the sen­sa­tion these fin­gers 
gave her, down there between her thighs, and she only wanted more. She wanted to open 
her­self to that caress, and there was no res­ist­ance in her as Linda led her to the bed.

An­ita tried not to think as she sur­rendered her­self to her feel­ings. She closed her eyes 
and did not move one muscle when her vis­itor began to un­dress her. As much as she was 
un­able to res­ist she was equally un­able to co­oper­ate, to make the slight­est ges­ture 
to­ward re­mov­ing those pants that were be­ing tugged.

But Linda needed no help. Her move­ments were as sure as those of a nurse pre­par­ing a 
pa­tient for sur­gery, her hands ex­per­i­enced and know­ing. Be­fore An­ita real­ized ex­actly
what was hap­pen­ing, still block­ing out the con­scious part of her mind, the lower half of 
her body lay ex­posed, the full au­burn bush of pu­bic hair mark­ing the ap­proaches to her 
fem­in­in­ity, des­cend­ing way down, on either side of the slender slit.

“You are beau­ti­ful, An­ita, you are truly beau­ti­ful,” mur­mured Linda, her fin­gers 
tra­cing the out­lines of in­ner thighs and vulva. Her in­dex moved up and down lightly at the 
very fold where the cunt lips met to form the gash.

It was closed for the time be­ing, no more than a dark line, mys­ter­i­ous and secret. Linda
did not press, did not wedge it open yet, wait­ing and con­tinu­ing her pa­tient caress un­til 
the first un­du­la­tions and twitch­ing spasms ran through An­ita’s body.

“Don’t be ashamed of what you feel, my darling,” said Linda in a voice that was 
mono­ton­ous, hyp­notic, “it is good that you should want more. It is very good and I shall 
give you more, more my darling than you have ever re­ceived.”

With one free hand, never in­ter­rupt­ing her fond­ling of An­ita’s cunt, Linda began to 
un­dress. She opened the zip­per that held her dress closed, pulling it from the neck­line 
down to the hem, and no more than a shake of her shoulders lib­er­ated her of the gar­ment.

Na­ked in her shoes and panties, lovely smooth breasts—small but shapely, high, 
firm—she leaned over her prey.

“Your tits now, my love, I must see them. I must kiss them,” she breathed as she peeled 
An­ita out of her shells.

The breasts she found and held in her hands as if they were treas­ures were much lar­ger 
than her own, no less firm and tipped with nipples the color of which echoed the au­burn hair.

With her arms spread out on the sheets on either side of her, An­ita lay still once more, her
im­mob­il­ity that of tense ex­pect­a­tion, un­til soft, act­ive lips des­cen­ded upon her, 
flit­ting from nipple to nipple, tongue lick­ing and search­ing, flick­ing and lap­ping, un­til the
young wo­man’s mouth at­tached it­self to the left knob, hard and swollen now from the 
del­ic­ate, teas­ing touch.

“Ohhh-” moaned An­ita softly and lif­ted her belly long­ingly to­ward her new friend when
she felt the suck­ing ac­tion of that ex­pert little mouth. “Ohh—Linda—oh what are you 
do­ing to me?” she whispered, sur­ren­der­ing her­self to the spasms of de­sire which 
con­trac­ted her every muscle.

When the pres­sure of a na­ked body, a smooth cool skin against her own began, An­ita 
opened her eyes and met the green fire of Linda’s, an inch away from her face.

“You will tell me what you want me to do,” whispered the wo­man. “You will tell me 
everything, in de­tail, where I shall touch you and how, my darling.”

“Oh please—” mur­mured An­ita. There was some­thing she wanted, some­thing quite 
bey­ond what she could ex­press, she thought, and she was afraid to speak, afraid to wait.

But Linda re­mained still, kept look­ing at her with those eyes that up­set and soothed her
at the same time.

“Your—your fin­gers—” she fi­nally mumbled.

“Yes?” asked Linda eagerly, “you want my fin­gers? Where do you want them? Tell me, 
where? What do you call it?”

“I—I want you to touch me with your fin­gers,” re­sumed An­ita, her voice trem­bling 
slightly, “down there—like be­fore—down between my legs—”

“Where? Where between your legs?”

“Oh Linda, please... please ..whispered An­ita and closed her eyes again, but when 
noth­ing happened for sev­eral seconds she sud­denly wrapped her soft arms around the 
fra­grant young body over her, her back arch­ing up­wards so that her pel­vis was pressed up 
against the wo­man.

“Stick them into my cunt, Linda... yes, up my cunt... into the hole, my darling ..she 
whimpered at last, “I want you... oh yes, I do, I do, I do!”

“Good girl,” grinned Linda and her small, strong hand moved down, find­ing the smooth 
young thighs spread and wait­ing. Her move­ments were very sure and pre­cise, the middle 
fin­ger run­ning up along the crack with enough pres­sure this time to make it part, 
gath­er­ing up slip­pery wet­ness as it glided to­ward its goal. Linda’s lips par­ted in a 
sen­su­ous smile when she felt the small­ness of the ori­fice, and her fin­ger pen­et­rated.

“Ohhh... ohhh...” her con­quest cried out, waves of pleas­ure twist­ing her wil­lowy body, 
and she began to thrust against the hard fist of the other wo­man, against that fin­ger which 
was stuck in­side her, firm yet so thin, so teas­ing, hard against the sides of the va­gina and 
mov­ing in a man­ner noth­ing had ever moved in­side her be­fore!

An­ita was hold­ing on to Linda’s shoulders and up­per arms, tightly, fiercely, her fin­gers 
dig­ging into the firm flesh and her mouth groped, her tongue searched for the kiss she 
wanted.

Gently Linda licked her mouth for a few minutes, bring­ing An­ita to the very verge of 
or­gasm with her hand and then with­drew it, just as her play­mate was be­gin­ning to gasp 
and clutch the bed-sheets.

“Oh no... noooo...” whimpered An­ita, “don’t go away... don’t leave me like this!” Her hips 
were go­ing up and down and the mois­ture of de­sire emit­ted by her pussy was glisten­ing 
between her open legs.

“I’m not go­ing away, my love,” soothed Linda, “but I want your pleas­ure to be 
ex­quis­ite. I shall fin­ish you with my tongue. Just wait, wait and see what I am go­ing to do 
to you now!”

At these words An­ita stopped mov­ing sud­denly and closed her thighs in an in­stinct­ive
ges­ture of de­fense. Al­though she had been mar­ried for al­most three years now, this was 
the one caress her hus­band had never tried on her and she was frightened.

“It’s messy ..she whispered, her eyes wide and round.

“Well, I was hop­ing it would be,” grinned Linda, “I do want some­thing to suck, to lap up, 
to swal­low, my darling!” And without any fur­ther delay she threw her­self down upon the 
re­luct­ant young wo­man, pried the yield­ing flesh of her thighs apart and in­ser­ted her 
tongue just be­low the bush into the dark, fra­grant depth, even though An­ita’s knees were 
still pressed to­gether.

It was the del­ic­ate little clit­oris she now reached, emer­ging from in between the 
cunt-lips as she kept them pulled open, and when her tongue tingled and tickled across the 
tiny knob, mak­ing it tur­gid un­til it stood up a little, it was as if the res­ist­ing body of the 
young wo­man began to melt un­der great heat.

The thighs yiel­ded more and more, the stiff­ness and ri­gid­ity went out of the leg 
muscles, and the sweet little cunt blos­somed out against Linda’s face.

“Now there we are, now isn’t that bet­ter?” grinned Linda and looked down into the folds 
of the open­ing crack, lift­ing her head for a mo­ment. Then, hun­grily, fiercely, she plunged. 
Her mouth wide open she glued her lips against the del­ic­ate flesh of the offered va­gina, 
mouthed it for a few brief seconds and then stabbed her tongue deeply into the chan­nel.

“Nooo...” cried An­ita and arched her back, but she made no move­ment of de­fense, her 
protest merely a last stand be­fore com­plete sur­render, and her ini­tial out­cry was 
im­me­di­ately fol­lowed by moan after moan while she bucked and thrust up at the face in 
her crotch.

The or­gasm, mo­ment­ar­ily delayed by the in­ter­rup­tion, was com­ing now in full force
and as the con­vuls­ive spasms of her cli­max twis­ted An­ita’s body and tugged at every 
muscle in her limbs, she reached out to grab whatever she could reach and her fin­gers dug in
to the firm white but­tocks of her be­ne­fact­ress.

Not even real­iz­ing that she was do­ing it An­ita pushed her thumbs down into the 
crevice, slip­ping through the wet­ness of it and com­ing to­gether at the edges of Linda’s 
cunt. In­ex­per­i­enced and clumsy in such things, she fumbled and squeezed, pushed 
for­ward and fi­nally rammed both her thumbs into the wo­man’s va­gina, spread­ing it, 
tear­ing at it, not real­iz­ing that her rough­ness could cause pain.

But this pain was the greatest ec­stasy Linda could pos­sibly ex­per­i­ence at this 
mo­ment and as she lay there, drink­ing from the dis­char­ging cunt, her own muscles 
con­trac­ted and she too star­ted to come.

Linda twitched al­most si­lently, in­tent only in suck­ing as much of An­ita’s emis­sion into
her mouth, grunt­ing a little when the par­oxysm was reached. But her part­ner, head thrown 
back and mouth wide open, uttered gasp after gasp, the cli­max end­ing in a long, drawn-out 
whim­per that seemed to go on forever.

“Well?” smiled Linda as she turned around and came close to An­ita’s face once more, “did
you like it?”

“Oh darling... darling... it was so won­der­ful, so del­ic­ate and sweet... oh Linda, Linda, 
what am I go­ing to do without you?”

An­ita’s trem­bling hands were caress­ing her friend’s shoulders and moved up un­til she 
touched her cheeks and held her face in her palms, star­ing at it lov­ingly.

“Who says you have to do without me?” smiled Linda, “who said any­thing about that?”

“But... but you are a wo­man, and I am mar­ried... and... and...”

“And noth­ing, you sweet little dummy,” whispered Linda and closed her mouth with her 
lips.

“You really want to see me again?” asked An­ita softly as she watched Linda slip into her 
close-fit­ting dress. She her­self did not feel strong enough yet to get dressed. There would 
be time for that, after she had res­ted a little.

“It’s up to you, my dear,” replied Linda. She soun­ded as if it didn’t mat­ter ter­ribly much, 
really, and An­ita felt hurt.

“You don’t care, do you?” she whispered.

“It’s up to you,” re­peated Linda. “I’ve been hurt too of­ten by these sweet little 
house­wives who get all hot and bothered at first, and the minute I am no longer there they 
start feel­ing guilty and be­gin think­ing of what they have done with me as some­thing vile 
and dirty. Then they blame it all on me and in their minds I be­come some sort of a mon­ster. 
No, I am not go­ing to fall into that trap again, here is my card, the num­ber of the store is on 
it, and be­low is my home phone. As I said, you will have to de­cide whether you want to see 
me again. But one thing is for sure, we are never go­ing to be just friends, if that should 
oc­cur to you, and when we see each other I shall al­ways ex­pect you to open your little 
pussy to me, to re­turn the caresses I give you and to search, to­gether with me, for one thing 
only: Or­gasm!”

An­ita lowered her eyes. She felt put down by her friend’s cold tone of voice, her al­most 
hos­tile at­ti­tude, but deep down she had real­ized that this was a de­fense, that in­deed 
Linda might have been hurt in her in­ner­most feel­ings by oth­ers.

Si­lently Linda prom­ised her­self never to hurt this beau­ti­ful wo­man, never to give her 
any­thing but pleas­ure and love. Yes, love, it was al­most that now!

“Kiss?” asked An­ita as she stood na­ked by the front door, about to open it for Linda. It 
was a child­ish, tender way of put­ting it, and Linda’s eyes went soft as she put her arms 
around the lovely, glow­ing warm body be­fore her and brushed her lips against hers.

Then, one last time, her tongue slipped in, played and lapped in­side An­ita’s mouth un­til 
she re­spon­ded once more, thrust­ing lightly as she stood there be­fore the one who had 
re­vealed a new world to her.

“Oh stay, Linda... stay a little longer .. whispered An­ita.

“I want you again,” she ad­ded with her eyes lowered, “I want you very much...”

“Good,” chuckled Linda and pushed her away very gently, “I am glad to leave you want­ing
me... that way, per­haps you will in­deed call me some day.” And be­fore Linda was able to 
reply she was out the door and gone.

CHAPTER TWO

For a long time An­ita re­mained stand­ing there, at the door, na­ked as she was, her mind
reel­ing with a thou­sand thoughts and dreams.

Then she turned back to the apart­ment with a shud­der­ing sigh and, her legs shak­ing 
slightly, she went once more into the bed­room. She would have to change the sheets, all 
crumpled and moist with the per­spir­a­tion of two frantic bod­ies, she would have to bathe 
be­fore Tom came home, put on one of her lacy short night­gowns and be ready for his lust, 
as she was every night. But there was time, so much time still... Tom never re­turned be­fore 
two thirty, three o’clock in the morn­ing, after his bar closed, after he had gone over the 
re­ceipts.

I must rest now, I simply must, she told her­self as she sank down on the bed, the 
del­ic­ate odor of Linda’s sex still in her nos­trils.

Linda fell asleep al­most im­me­di­ately and without even pulling the sheets over her bare
body.

She dreamed and her right hand stole down to her crotch, fum­bling and search­ing, her 
legs twitch­ing as fant­astic im­ages danced in her mind, and thus it was that Tom found her, 
with the bed­room lamp still burn­ing, the al­most parched lips mov­ing si­lently in the 
con­ver­sa­tions of her dreams.

His dark, fiery eyes took in the scene at a glance and Tom’s hands closed into fists. The 
en­tire room smelled of cunt, of drip­ping, ex­cited cunt, the smell he had long learned to 
re­cog­nize, the very smell he had learned to con­ceal with sprays and toi­let wa­ter when he 
had still lived at home, with his par­ents, and when he had smuggled in some chick from the 
neigh­bor­hood, through the win­dow.

There was no doubt in his mind, as he looked down upon the na­ked body of his wife, still 
aglow and now un­du­lat­ing with the in­tens­ity of her dreams, that he had been cheated 
upon. Jeal­ousy raged through him, that jeal­ousy which had plagued him ever since he had 
first met her, a pos­sess­ive, selfish jeal­ousy. He hated him­self for the de­sire he sud­denly 
felt for this body, his prick stiff­en­ing and strain­ing in­side his pants, and as if to re­act 
against this im­pulse he stepped for­ward, bent down over the bed, and slammed his open 
hand sharply across his sleep­ing wife’s face.

“What...!” she screeched and her body jerked up and her eyes opened wide. She lif­ted her 
right arm be­fore her face in­stinct­ively in a ges­ture of self-pro­tec­tion and looked up at 
her hus­band.

His hand­some young face was ter­rible now. The lips were drawn back from the two rows 
of white teeth, pressed to­gether, and he was breath­ing hard.

“You filth!” he hissed, “you whore!” And his hands came up to his waist and then he held 
his belt in his right one, rais­ing it high above his head.

“Nooo .

.

. oh Tommy, Tommy... nooo...” she howled. Never be­fore had he struck her and she could 
not be­lieve he would do it now, but there was her face, still smart­ing from his slap, and she 
was frightened.

“Who was it? Who was the son of a bitch?” he shouted, his voice out of con­trol, go­ing up
and down and break­ing.

The hand with the threat­en­ing belt hovered over her and An­ita wrapped her arms 
around her­self and pulled her knees up to her belly as if this could pro­tect her some­how.

“There’s no one...” she whimpered, “please Tom, be­lieve me... no other man... I swear it!”

The belt whistled through the air and An­ita had only time to throw her­self to the side, 
avert­ing her face, but the blow caught her across the up­per arm and went around the back, 
leav­ing a furi­ous red streak.

“I’m gonna beat it out of you, you fuckin’ bitch, I’m gonna tear your skin off, strip by strip, 
un­til you spill your guts and tell me who it is!”

Again and again his arm pumped up and down, the slap­ping sound of leather against 
skin ming­ling with the shrill cries the poor wo­man uttered. Her back, her rump, her thighs 
were be­ing covered with welts and now he reached down with his left hand and took her by 
the hair, pulled her over the edge of the bed so that she was ly­ing on her back, and while her 
hands in­stinct­ively shot up to wrestle with his, clutch­ing at his wrist, she lay ex­posed and 
vul­ner­able. The ter­rible blow across her belly and left breast Tom now landed on his wife 
knocked the breath out of her and as he re­leased her she rolled over, clutch­ing her­self, her 
mouth gap­ing and her eyes star­ing in sheer hor­ror. So ut­terly des­per­ate and help­less 
was she now, so beau­ti­ful at the same time, na­ked and writh­ing on the bed, that Tom felt a
sud­den pang of guilt and com­pas­sion. The belt dropped from his up­raised hand and sank 
to his knees be­side the bed. He took An­ita’s arms in both hands, hold­ing her close to him, 
look­ing into the un­be­liev­ing, star­ing blue eyes while her breath re­turned in long, 
chok­ing sobs.

She de­serves it, I did right, he told him­self, but as he saw the pain of the wo­man he 
loved, the ter­rible hurt he had in­flic­ted upon her, a chok­ing feel­ing closed his throat and 
sud­denly he bur­ied his face against her shoulder, hold­ing her tightly and whispered over 
and over again: “for­give me, please for­give me, I love you so...” For long minutes they 
re­mained in each other’s arms, An­ita sob­bing softly and caress­ing the head and the back 
of the neck of her tor­mentor and lover.

“There is no other man, Tom... no other man...” she kept re­peat­ing over and over, 
between sobs, when she was able to ar­tic­u­late again. At last he lif­ted his face up to her 
and it was rav­aged with suf­fer­ing, with re­morse, jeal­ousy, hate and love.

“You got laid to­night, don’t tell me you didn’t!” he groaned. “You were not alone, I know 
it! There are still two plates on the table! And two glasses! Oh An­ita, An­ita, how could you!”

Her cry­ing was dif­fer­ent now, no longer the sob­bing of a whipped wo­man but the 
al­most si­lent weep­ing of a con­trite, re­morse­ful child.

“Who was it?” he urged again, “who was it, tell me, I can for­give you per­haps if you tell 
me...”

“A wo­man...” she whispered. Her voice was so low that he could not be sure of hav­ing 
heard cor­rectly.

“Who?”

“A wo­man... a wo­man, a wo­man, a wo­man!” she star­ted say­ing over and over again 
un­til her voice rose to a screech. She was on the verge of hys­teria.

He looked startled, hold­ing her at arm’s length.

“Take it easy, baby, take it easy now, calm down baby,” he mur­mured, frightened at her 
state. “Tell me quietly, it’s all right... a wo­man you say?”

“Yes, oh yes, darling,” she sobbed dis­con­sol­ately, melt­ing against him and cling­ing to 
him so that he again be­came con­scious of the erec­ted state of his prick.

Softly he stroked her shoulders and her back and for a reason he could not yet fully 
un­der­stand peace re­turned to his heart.

“A wo­man?” he re­peated, “what do you mean? What can you do with a wo­man?”

“We went to bed to­gether, Tom! We got un­dressed and went to bed, and she kissed me 
and... and she stuck her tongue up my pussy and made me come, that’s what we did,” An­ita 
al­most shouted and flung her­self away from him, bury­ing her face between her arms on the
pil­lows.

For a few seconds Tom did not move and stared at her. A wo­man! Some­how he 
be­lieved her, there was some­thing in her voice that could not be a he. The thought of 
an­other wo­man touch­ing his wife strangely did not hurt. So there had been fe­male hands, 
del­ic­ate and tender, caress­ing this smooth white skin! There had been a wo­man’s mouth, 
de­light­ing in the fra­grance and tex­ture of it, and a wo­man’s tongue had ex­plored her, 
entered her... Tom clutched at his prick.

He real­ized that more than any­thing, more than ever be­fore, he now wanted to make 
love to An­ita. Slowly he un­buttoned his shirt and stripped it off, then rose and dropped his 
trousers, his shorts and pulled off his shoes and socks.

When An­ita slowly turned her face to him, sur­prised at his long si­lence, she saw him 
na­ked, the wide chest with the dark curly hair bend­ing down to her.

“Tom ..she whispered, “Tom... how can you touch me... how can you love me now?” But 
there was a glim­mer of hope in her tear-filled eyes and when they came to rest on his 
erec­tion she could not doubt his in­ten­tions any longer.

“Oh Tom, Tom my darling!” she shouted and opened her soft arms to him as he sank down
against her.

“A wo­man is a wo­man,” he mur­mured and shrugged, “it’s not the same as a man!” He 
real­ized what a pro­found and in­tel­li­gent state­ment he had just made and tried to grope 
for the right words but strangely enough An­ita seemed to un­der­stand what he meant 
per­fectly.

“Doesn’t it mat­ter to you in the same way? Are you not mad at me any more?” she 
whispered. He shook his head and slowly their mouths met.

An­ita’s lips seemed softer and more yield­ing than ever to him, more ac­cept­ing of him. 
Each time they had made love there had been a trace of res­ist­ance he had had to 
over­come, an al­most vir­ginal re­luct­ance, and now this had dis­ap­peared. Was it be­cause
of the wo­man or be­cause he had beaten her? He wondered.

Her hand, firm and de­mand­ing all of a sud­den, reached down into Tom’s crotch and 
seized his cock.

“That’s one thing she didn’t have, that broad of yours,” he chuckled when An­ita began to 
stroke him. Slowly she shook her head.

“No, she didn’t... she didn’t have that nice, beau­ti­ful prick like you... that prick you’re 
go­ing to stuff into me now!”

He was startled. An­ita had never spoken like this be­fore and if the events of the even­ing
had op­er­ated a change in her, it was def­in­itely for the bet­ter.

“I’d like to meet that friend of yours some day,” he grinned as she pulled him in to her­self.
Let­ting him­self down on her, his pis­ton plunging into the hole, he felt the con­trac­tions 
be­gin al­most im­me­di­ately as her pussy clutched at him, squeezed his tool from all sides 
and he began pump­ing frantic­ally.

“Yes... yes, oh yes, fuck me... give it to me...” whimpered the young wo­man, her knees 
lift­ing up so that he could go in deeper, “fuck me good, baby... ohhh... ohhh how 
de­li­cious...”

“What did she do to you?” asked Tom when they were rest­ing, side by side, and he could 
de­tect a linger­ing fra­grance of an­other cunt than his wife’s still cling­ing to the bed. He 
began ima­gin­ing the other wo­man, but so vaguely, so in­def­in­itely that he felt frus­trated.

“Do you really want me to tell you?” asked An­ita. And when he nod­ded and smiled at 
her, caress­ing her cheek, she whispered: “Cun­ni­lin­gus.”

“What?”

“It’s a nicer word for cunt-lap­ping. She stuck her tongue right into my pussy and moved it
around un­til I came.”

“You weren’t just kid­ding then, when you told me that?” he grinned. “Sounds pretty 
ex­cit­ing to me!”

“You never did that to me.” She said it with just a trace of re­proach in her voice.

“You never asked me, I didn’t know you’d want me to,” he replied and cleared his throat. 
Of course he could have sug­ges­ted it, he knew, but some­how... well it was just some­thing 
he had never learned.

“Would you want to try it?”

“Mmmm...”

“Then wait!” she smiled brightly, “I’m go­ing to wash out your come first!” He watched her 
boun­cing off to the bath­room, her lovely little be­hind swinging with every step and again 
he felt vigor re­turn­ing to his crotch.

“Look, look, it’s clean as a whistle,” laughed An­ita, put­ting one knee on the bed and 
stick­ing out her pel­vis, her hands spread­ing open her vulva for him to in­spect.

“Stay like this,” he whispered and then he brought his mouth closer and closer, smelling 
the ut­terly del­ic­ate per­fume of a well-scrubbed pussy and to touch it with his tongue no 
longer seemed in the least un­nat­ural.

Tom sighed softly as he flicked out his tongue, up through the pu­bic hair and straight 
into the slit.

“Ouch!” gasped his wife, but it was not so much an ex­pres­sion of pain than of startled 
pleas­ure.

Tom sat up very straight and reached up with both hands, hold­ing An­ita’s thighs, 
steady­ing them both. Then he began to lap at her as he would have done with an ice-cream 
cone, quickly up­ward, al­ways through the slit and over the clit.

“Wow... oh wow...” sighed An­ita, her body be­gin­ning to move as a reed in the wind, 
twist­ing and then vi­brat­ing.

“Come now, come and lie down. I want to do it all, just the way that wo­men did it to you,”
he smiled, “I want to stick my tongue in to you this time, right in to your sweet little 
fuck-hole.”

“Me too,” said An­ita as she sank down on the bed, “I want to be nice to you!” and her 
fin­gers began play­ing with his cock. On her ex­ten­ded arm, above the el­bow and a little 
higher, just be­low the shoulder, there were two thin streaks, red and a little swollen, where 
Tom’s belt had bit­ten into her flesh and yet, there she was, smil­ing at him with ten­der­ness, 
her bruised arm mov­ing as she mas­turb­ated him slowly. A hot flash of love and 
com­pas­sion filled the young man’s chest and he pulled her down to him, kiss­ing her for a 
long time while her hand con­tin­ued to jerk him off.

Never be­fore, when she had gone down on him, did Tom have the feel­ing that she loved 
do­ing it. It was just some­thing he liked and she did for him, not for her­self.

But not so this time! The dif­fer­ence was quite clear. While she lif­ted up one leg, ly­ing 
on her side, so that her sweet pink pussy was just within reach of his mouth, she plunged 
down on his rod, stuff­ing it in to her mouth with pat­ent hun­ger, gulped and slobbered over
it and made it wet with her saliva.

When Tom pried her open with both hands and stuck his face in to the gap, when he 
searched for a second and then found the open­ing with the tip of his tongue, she went 
ab­so­lutely wild with her suck­ing and he plunged into her.

For a while they both worked fe­ver­ishly, their rhythm the same, their eager­ness to 
merge with the be­loved one total, and when rich, hot juice dribbled down into Tom’s mouth, 
when he had to cling to An­ita so as not to lose con­tact when she con­vulsed in or­gasm, he 
re­leased the squirts of sperm she had been wait­ing for. Gurg­ling with pleas­ure and with 
swal­low­ing, the young wo­man gulped down all that came and as he dis­charged, Tom 
si­lently and grate­fully thought of that wo­man who had pre­ceded him to­night.

“Well, all right, here is her card,” said An­ita in a low voice as she handed Tom the small 
el­eg­antly en­graved rect­angle of bris­tol, after he had asked her for her name.

“Linda Madro,” he read slowly, “sounds... heck, I don’t really know what it sounds like. She 
Italian or some­thing?”

“I don’t know,” replied An­ita. “She’s got black hair, but very light green eyes. Ir­ish 
per­haps?”

“Pretty?”

“Very.”

“Would you share her with me?” He had blur­ted it out al­most without think­ing and she 
gave him a startled look.

“Well, I’m shar­ing you with her,” he laughed fi­nally, a little on the de­fens­ive.

“I think she might have some­thing to say about that,” mur­mured An­ita, her eyes cast 
down and then she blushed.

“I’m just go­ing to tell her it’s got to be both of us or none of us!”

“I shouldn’t even have given you her name,” whispered An­ita, look­ing a little frightened 
now. “She might be very angry with me.”

“And so was I, baby, so was I. Will you for­give me?” Her arms flew around him and then 
she was telling him once more how much she loved him.

“You know,” she whispered after they had been kiss­ing for a few minutes, “there is 
some­thing dif­fer­ent about us now. Some­thing a lot bet­ter. There is noth­ing now I 
wouldn’t want to do with you, noth­ing!”

“Even with... with that Linda of yours? The three of us, if it ex­cited me?”

“Even that. If she wants to then yes. I would do it if it is go­ing to make you happy and if 
you con­tinue lov­ing me.” She began pulling on his penis again, gently, play­fully, as she had 
felt it twitch against her thigh.

“Do you think you could... just once more?” she whispered and her fin­gers slipped down 
lower to­ward his balls, hold­ing them warmly and rolling them gently.

“Now?” he chuckled, “you really want it again?”

“Yes... oh yes!”

“Well, we can al­ways try. What are you go­ing to do so it will stand up as it should? 
Some­thing really nice?”

“Any­thing you want, darling, any­thing at all!”

“Would you suck on my balls?”

“Yes!”

“Would you stick your tongue into my as­shole?”

“Yes, yes, yes! Any­thing, I told you!” An­ita’s voice was full of pas­sion.

And as she began slid­ing down, be­neath the blanket, to­ward the warmth of her 
hus­band’s crotch, he stopped her sud­denly.

“Listen!” he mur­mured.

“What?”

“The neigh­bors... they’re at it again!”

An­ita and Tom sat up and grinned at each other. It had happened a few times be­fore 
and some­how they had al­ways been in­tim­id­ated by each other’s pres­ence, re­luct­ant to 
ad­mit that they found the deep, ec­static sighs and the groan­ing of the bed which came 
through the thin walls sep­ar­at­ing the apart­ments, ex­cit­ing. But this time it was as if no 
longer any bar­ri­ers ex­is­ted between them.

“You want to put your ear against the wall?” whispered An­ita, “I can jerk you off while you
listen, and I can tell you what she looks like.”

“You have seen her?” asked Tom, in­ter­ested.

“Sure, she goes out in the af­ter­noon and we have met in the hall­way. Listen, listen, she’s
really en­joy­ing her­self now! Her name is Jill and she’s with her boy­friend again. Par­ents 
away for the sum­mer, you see, so she takes ad­vant­age.”

“How old is she?” asked Tom who had fol­lowed his wife’s sug­ges­tion and was now able 
to hear every word, every breath on the other side.

“Sev­en­teen. But really with it, you know, a lib­er­ated one!”

“You know who the guy is that’s screw­ing her?” asked Tom. An­ita shrugged and shook 
her head.

“Listen, there she goes!” Tom pulled his wife into his arms as he strained to hear 
everything. The girl’s groans were muffled, as if some­thing rather vo­lu­min­ous had been 
stuffed in to her mouth.

“Can you guess what they’re do­ing?” grinned Tom.

“This...” replied An­ita and doubled over, her cute be­hind stick­ing out as she sucked the 
man’s cock into her mouth.

“She sounds like she loves it,” sighed Tom, “she must be some lay!” His hips were 
be­gin­ning to move in re­sponse to An­ita’s min­is­tra­tions. But the young wo­man 
re­leased his mem­ber, now fully erect, and got closer to him, rub­bing her belly against his 
side, purring like a kit­ten, vis­ibly de­mand­ing to be sat­is­fied.

“Let her be now, let’s be the ones to make some noise this time,” she smiled and then 
leaned against him with all of her weight un­til he toppled over on his back, laugh­ing and 
strug­gling against her eager­ness.

“Just he still darling, just don’t move, I’ll take care of everything,” she giggled and 
straddled him.

“There we are, good horsy, good... There... there...” She was lift­ing her­self up, squat­ting 
and pulling the tip of his prick into the folds of her cunt. It was be­com­ing wet once more 
and the tur­gid glans slid eas­ily from one end to the other of her crack.

Tom began to buck and groan, now anxious him­self to find his tool safely en­cased in its 
nat­ural sheath.

With slow, wrig­gling move­ments, An­ita worked it into her­self, let­ting her ass sink 
slowly down on his legs un­til she was safely im­paled on him.

“Just lie still, as I said,” she re­minded him, know­ing well how dif­fi­cult this would be for 
him, and then she began to lift and lower her­self in a lazy rhythm. Her lovely white breasts 
with the dark nipples were boun­cing up and down in front of the man’s eyes and he reached 
out to squeeze and feel their yield­ing firm­ness, un­til she twitched and giggled and told him
that he was get­ting even harder in­side her, that she could very dis­tinctly feel it.

“You bet­ter get down to busi­ness baby,” he moaned, “you bet­ter get go­ing and make 
your­self come on me, be­cause I’m gonna squirt your belly full in a minute!”

Again she giggled, but then her hand moved to­ward her clit­oris and star­ted to vi­brate 
back and forth, middle fin­ger ex­ten­ded down­ward, so that he too could feel what she was 
do­ing.

“Good... good... Oh, I love to watch you do this!” he moaned. In the back of his mind Tom 
real­ized that their next-door neigh­bors would in­deed be hear­ing them as well as he had 
heard what had been go­ing on with them only minutes ago, but he did not care, in fact he 
be­came even more ex­cited at the thought of a slim young girl, only sev­en­teen years old, 
lean­ing against the wall, her ear pressed against it per­haps, fol­low­ing the sounds of their 
love­mak­ing.

When An­ita began ut­ter­ing loud gasps he en­cour­aged her by buck­ing sharply, 
boun­cing her up into the air and let­ting her fall again, his pis­ton­ing prick shoot­ing deeply
in to her, and when he was sure that she had reached the par­oxysm he let him­self go 
com­pletely.

Foun­tains of sperm shot up­wards, stead­ily pump­ing into An­ita’s cunt.

“Yes, oh yes...” screamed An­ita and threw back her head un­til he could only see her long 
neck stretch­ing, the veins stand­ing out un­der the ef­fort of strain­ing, the lovely chin 
point­ing at the ceil­ing. The way her body shook, the con­trac­tions that an­im­ated it in 
quick spasms told him that this was per­haps the most vi­ol­ent of all or­gasm she had 
ex­per­i­enced with him to­night.

When An­ita sank down again, into his arms, sperm and a di­min­ished worm of flesh 
ooz­ing out of her va­gina, he held her in his arms for a few minutes and when he tried to 
look at her face he no­ticed that she was asleep.

Smil­ing ten­derly he rolled him­self over, top­pling her off, plant­ing her on the 
mat­tress. As well as he could he straightened out the sheets be­neath her and she did not 
even stir, her breath­ing reg­u­lar and peace­ful.

Tom covered his wife with the top sheet and the blanket, kissed her flushed cheeks without
wak­ing her and quietly slid off the bed. He felt no sleep­i­ness yet, there were too many 
thoughts whirl­ing in his head, too many things that had happened that even­ing for the first 
time. He looked at the alarm clock on the night table as he picked up Linda’s busi­ness card. 
Oh, it was not even­ing any longer, it was close to six in the morn­ing! He wondered what 
Linda might say if she were awakened at this hour. Then he smiled and went in to the liv­ing 
room, clos­ing the door be­hind him softly.

There were four, five rings, when he had dialed the num­ber on the card, and then a sharp,
angry voice snapped: “Hello! Who the fuck...”

“A jeal­ous hus­band,” growled Tom.

“A what?”

“You fucked my wife last night, Miss Madro,” he said, “I hope you are not go­ing to be so 
fool­ish as to hang up on me.”

There was a long si­lence on the other end and then some muffled sounds as if Linda was 
curs­ing softly, her mouth away from the re­ceiver. Tom grinned brightly, but when he spoke 
again his voice was hard, sharp.

“You have done some­thing to my wife,” he said, “I don’t know what it is, but cer­tainly it 
has given her a shock of some kind, I no­ticed it im­me­di­ately when we had in­ter­course.”

“Oh?”

“Yes, young lady, and that puts a cer­tain re­spons­ib­il­ity on you.”

“Don’t you blame me for your wife’s hang-ups, Mis­ter,” hissed the voice on the 
tele­phone. There was an­ger and out­rage, but also a hint of con­cern in it. “What’s wrong 
with her any­way?”

“Wrong?” he said, “why noth­ing’s wrong, it’s just that she’s been balling like there was no 
to­mor­row, she’s been suck­ing and blow­ing me and we cli­maxed three times in a row. 
Now if you really knew her, you’d real­ize that this is some­what un­usual!”

“If that’s all it is,” chortled the voice, clearly re­lieved, “then I don’t see ..

“You’ve done this to her, Miss Madro, and I’m afraid that I shall no longer settle for less in 
the fu­ture. Which means that you will have to come of­ten and do whatever it was you did to
An­ita, over and over again.”

“You’re an odd one,” said Linda softly, “a really odd one... and you have to call me at six 
o’clock in the morn­ing to of­fer me your wife?”

“Just thought I’d do it be­fore I for­get. We just got through screw­ing and now I’m go­ing
to bed. Since I work un­til late, we’ll sleep un­til noon, but you are ex­pec­ted after that. Say 
one o’clock?”

“Out of the ques­tion, I work un­til six.”

“Shit!”

“You said it!”

“But I want to meet you. I must see what it is An­ita goes for. Listen, why don’t you come 
over to the bar? It’s the “Back­room” on Sixty-sev­enth and Third. Look, ser­i­ously now, I told 
An­ita I didn’t have any ob­jec­tions, but I do want to see you be­fore you visit her again. 
Don’t you think it’s a good idea?”

“Mmmm ..Tom could prac­tic­ally see her skep­tical shrug. “I don’t usu­ally have to stand 
in­spec­tion for hus­bands be­fore I make it with their wives,” she grumbled but there was 
good-natured amuse­ment in her voice. Curi­os­ity per­haps, he thought?

“All right,” she said fi­nally, “seven o’clock then, at your bar. And I’m not stay­ing long, I 
in­tend to have a good time with An­ita long be­fore you get home!”

Why am I get­ting ex­cited all over again, wondered Tom, and then he said: “Seven it is 
then. Good night!” and hung up.

CHAPTER THREE

As al­ways, after the clos­ing of stores and of­fices, The Back­room had be­gun to fill up 
with some of the steady cus­tom­ers as well as the usual num­ber of thirsty busi­ness­men 
who happened to pass by on their way home. The num­ber of men by far ex­ceeded that of 
wo­men, al­though a few sales girls and sec­ret­ar­ies, mostly es­cor­ted, were oc­cupy­ing 
the booths.

“Keep your eyes peeled for a green-eyed kit­ten,” Tom had mur­mured to the bar­tender, 
and Jim, his happy Ir­ish eyes twink­ling mer­rily had nod­ded.

Tom did not want to wait for Linda in the bar since he would be cer­tain to be­come 
en­grossed in some con­ver­sa­tion or other with one of the pat­rons who knew him well. He 
went into his of­fice which was at the top of a small flight of stairs and straightened out his 
desk. It wasn’t all he would have wanted it to be, this of­fice, not yet, any­way. Not like in the 
movies.

But some day he would have it all, the ste­reo, the couch, the private bar, the mile-wide 
desk—everything. The way things looked he felt op­tim­istic.

An­ita knew noth­ing, of course, of his early morn­ing tele­phone call and Tom knew, or at
least hoped, Linda would not jeop­ard­ize a good thing by spill­ing it if An­ita should call her 
dur­ing the day. He felt cer­tain that the young wo­man was as curi­ous to meet him as he 
was to make her ac­quaint­ance and there would al­ways be time for her to try and cre­ate 
some kind of al­li­ance with An­ita against him should she find him dis­ap­point­ing.

Tom asked him­self whether he would make a pass at Linda. He might, he told him­self, he
just might, if she was all that An­ita had told him. Ques­tion of pride, in a way, he didn’t need 
his wife’s help to make out with a chick! Why wait?

The in­ter­com phone buzzed, and Tom picked up the re­ceiver.

“Green eyes, you said, boss?” growled Jim’s hoarse voice. “The green­est I’ve seen all 
month just walked in.”

“Set up two drinks in the last booth,” in­struc­ted Tom, “make mine the usual and ask her 
what she wants. Make her sit down and tell her I’ll be with her in just a minute.”

“Okay boss!” the line clicked and Tom put down the phone with a smile. So far so good, 
she had at least kept her word.

Tom quickly glanced into the mir­ror against one wall and ad­jus­ted his tie. Not bad, not 
bad at all, he thought, smiled his best smile at him­self and after brush­ing off ima­gin­ary lint
from the dark sleeves of his blazer he went down­stairs.

One thing Tom had taught him­self to do, right after get­ting out of high school, was how 
to kiss a wo­man’s hand. It had of­ten served him well, this little ges­ture, so simple and yet so
rare in Amer­ica. Amer­ican wo­men loved it!

And now, as he gal­lantly bent over the del­ic­ate white hand of the green-eyed wo­man, 
the pleased smile he had come to ex­pect as his due re­ward for such sa­voir-faire flashed 
across the pretty face un­der the hel­met of black hair.

“I see you are much more civ­il­ized as the day wears on,” she mur­mured in a sexy, warm 
and slightly hoarse voice. Tom slid in be­hind the table, fa­cing her and picked up his mar­tini.

“To An­ita,” he smiled and then he saw that she had dimples. They touched glasses and 
drank. Linda had ordered scotch on the rocks.

“You are a very beau­ti­ful wo­man, Linda,” re­marked Tom and his eyes un­dressed her 
without em­bar­rass­ment, down to where the edge of the table cut off his vis­ion. The black 
dress she wore was close-fit­ting and the neck­line plunged in a sharp V, the point com­ing to
an end far be­low the well sep­ar­ated small breasts.

“An­ita told me that you found her very much to your lik­ing,” Tom said, not wast­ing any 
time in small talk. “This means that you and I have very sim­ilar tastes, doesn’t it?”

She grinned frankly. “Isn’t it a pity?” she mur­mured.

“Why?”

“Wouldn’t you have pre­ferred it if I had An­ita’s taste rather than yours? Then I might 
have been in­ter­ested in you, Tom.”

Damn it, she was cool, he thought. Smoothly he brushed his hand over the back of hers. 
As all men he could not ima­gine that a wo­man who was so pat­ently fem­in­ine in every 
ges­ture, every smile, who was so at­tract­ive, should be ex­clus­ively turned to wo­men for 
sex. He de­cided to act with gen­tle­ness and to speak cyn­ic­ally.

“There still is some­thing no An­ita can give you, some­thing you can only find between 
the legs of a man, don’t you ad­mit that my dear?” He asked and sweetly brought her hand 
once more to his lips.

To his sur­prise and an­noy­ance Linda was neither flustered nor ap­par­ently angry. She 
laughed her throaty laugh and her dimples deepened a little.

“Oh, how vain you are—all you men. So proud of what you think is a scepter, the sym­bol 
of your mas­tery of earth. And how eas­ily you can be re­placed!” she said.

Tom leaned back and turned his face to the bar. He was an­noyed, slightly hu­mi­li­ated, 
feel­ing the dom­in­a­tion of the situ­ation slip out of his hands. Or had it ever been there?

The pat­rons at the bar drank quietly, their con­ver­sa­tion com­ing to a halt when the 
two hook­ers came in. They al­ways came to­gether, and they stopped by every even­ing 
between six and seven. If the pro­spects looked good they stayed, if not, they went on, but 
al­ways re­turned sev­eral times be­fore clos­ing time. The Back­room was a good place for 
them, and neither Jim nor Tom had ever given them a hard time.

Linda’s eyes fol­lowed Tom’s gaze and he no­ticed her im­me­di­ate in­terest.

“Hook­ers,” he said de­prec­at­ingly and shrugged.

“Wo­men, hu­man be­ings, first of all,” she replied quietly.

“Oh, all right, hu­man be­ings, an­gels of mercy, whatever you want!” Tom replied with a 
trace of im­pa­tience in his voice. “But in the mean­time, Linda, why don’t we take our drinks 
up to my of­fice where we can be un­dis­turbed? The pub­lic some­times gets on my nerves 
down here, even if they pay for my rent and threads.”

“The snob­bism of the new-rich?” she in­quired sweetly, but be­fore he could get his 
gander up her hand was on his, warm, small, gentle.

“You really want to take me up to your of­fice, Tom? Be­fore we go to your place and make
it with An­ita? Are you go­ing to se­duce me?” Her eyes were shin­ing, her lips moist and half 
open and her tongue played dis­trac­tedly with her up­per teeth.

Tom swal­lowed hard. She was cer­tainly some dish! Some catch, she was, and now it 
looked as if she wanted it.

“Why don’t you find out?” He grinned and rose to his feet, her hand still on his.

Linda re­mained seated. In fact she now leaned back and looked as if she had pos­it­ively 
grown roots un­der the table.

“Oh Tom” she smiled, her eyes very sweet, very pro­voc­at­ive, “Tom can’t you 
un­der­stand that if I wanted to have sex in this bar, if any­thing could make me feel horny, 
those two hook­ers over there would do a bet­ter job on me with their fin­gers than you 
could, even if you had a prick made of pure gold down there!”

Tom felt furi­ous and frus­trated but man­aged to smile. Only his eyes were dark and 
angry as he sat down again and mur­mured: “Be my guest, by all means.”

For a mo­ment the young wo­man re­mained si­lent. Then she looked up at him.

“I might just take you up on this,” she said softly, “I just might-”

“I meant it,” re­peated Tom. “But I want to see how the hell you go about it.” Linda 
nod­ded slowly, al­most im­per­cept­ibly, and now at last she lowered her eyes. Tom felt a 
strange thrill as he turned to sig­nal to the two girls. Im­me­di­ately they smiled and came 
over to the booth.

They were as night and day, the black and the blonde, the girl from Geor­gia and the one 
from Sax­ony. Here in New York they had met and found that they were much more alike to 
each other than dif­fer­ent.

“Joyce, Helga, meet Linda,” Tom in­tro­duced them and with bright, open smiles the two 
young hook­ers nod­ded at his guest and waited un­til he ges­tured for them to sit. Joyce, 
small and slender, del­ic­ate look­ing, slid in next to Linda while sweetly plump Helga sat 
down be­side the young man. “Hey, where’d you get that?” drawled Joyce in her high, 
im­ma­ture voice and reached for the golden pendant that lay against the white­ness of 
Linda’s throat, “that’s a keen one!” Her ad­mir­a­tion was genu­ine. Linda smiled at her and 
turned so that the girl could ex­am­ine the little medal­lion in de­tail. It rep­res­en­ted a 
land­scape, moun­tains and towers and trees chiseled into the metal.

“It’s an an­tique, ain’t it?” asked Joyce, won­der­ment in her voice, and as she held it in her
palm, the back of her fin­gers brushed against Linda’s neck.

Had she felt a slight quiver, had she sensed some­thing in the young wo­man’s eyes? Her 
own left the or­na­ment and lif­ted up to Linda’s face. They looked at each other for only a 
second but to Tom it seemed as if wise un­der­stand­ing had passed in the black girl’s eyes.

“Hey, you two,” said Tom, clear­ing his throat, “you got time for a job? Not a quickie, you 
un­der­stand, some­thing nice—”

“Oh Mis­ter Tom,” gushed Helga in her slightly ac­cen­ted voice, “you know we would do 
any­thing for you. You are such a nice man, not like some of these fancy creeps who have bars
on the Up­per East Side!”

“Well,” he replied, look­ing em­bar­rassed in spite of him­self, “It isn’t really for me, you 
know.”

“Oh!” Helga soun­ded dis­ap­poin­ted but then she saw the two oth­ers, the glances that 
went back and forth, prob­ing, teas­ing, search­ing, and her friendly broad face lit up.

“Ohh!” she said again, the tone of her voice full of com­pre­hen­sion. “The young lady?” 
Tom nod­ded. “Do you do that kind of thing?” he asked.

“What do you think we do when we get bus­ted?” Joyce piped up, “you think they got 
co-ed fa­cil­it­ies down there?” Both laughed and Linda joined in whole­heartedly.

“Well then,” said Tom, “why don’t we go up to my of­fice?”

“Sure thing!” Joyce got up and took Linda’s hand. “Come honey, we’ll give you a real good
time too,” she winked at her, “ask Helga here, she’ll tell you how good I am!”

“Oh, she is very good, very good!” con­firmed the Ger­man girl sol­emnly.

Tom showed them the way, and with Linda in the lead he brought up the back of the little 
pro­ces­sion. Nobody in the bar seemed to pay much at­ten­tion to them, but even if they 
had, it would not have mattered to Tom. This was his turf, his castle.

But when they reached his of­fice, when he had thrown on the light, just the small desk 
lamp which cast a bright circle on the sur­face of fine grained wood and left the re­mainder of
the room in semi-dark­ness, he felt slightly un­easy, won­der­ing what his role would be in all 
this.

Without em­bar­rass­ment though, without wast­ing any time, Helga and Joyce were 
strip­ping. As for Linda, she sat down in one of the arm chairs and lit a ci­gar­ette, con­tent to 
ob­serve the two.

“Well, what do you want us to do now?” asked Joyce, her slender, del­ic­ate body sway­ing
as she twis­ted her hips pro­voc­at­ively in front of Linda and Tom. Her baby-face looked as 
in­no­cent as her body was in­de­cent in its ob­scene move­ments, slender limbs snak­ing in 
the air, un­til Helga stepped up be­hind her and cupped her high, pointy breasts in both 
hands.

“Yes,” mur­mured Linda, “why don’t you just do what comes nat­ur­ally for awhile and 
never mind about us. When and if I de­cide to join in you will find out about it.”

There was no couch in the of­fice, but sev­eral chairs along the wall, leather chairs with 
cush­ions, which the two hook­ers now laid on the floor. Tom went to sit be­hind his desk, 
re­mote and try­ing to look in­dif­fer­ent, but with one hand he dis­creetly pulled down the 
zip­per of his trousers to give air to the strain­ing prick in­side. The two girls, now still 
stand­ing, had be­gun to kiss in such a man­ner that their tongues could dis­tinctly be seen, 
pok­ing and ex­plor­ing each other’s lips and slip­ping into each other’s mouth. Joyce’s 
hands, small and nervous, were squeez­ing and re­leas­ing Helga’s plump white up­per arms 
al­tern­ately.

Joyce, by far the smal­ler one of the two, star­ted to let her­self sink down to her knees at 
Helga’s feet. Her slender arms clung to the young wo­man’s legs and her move­ment was a 
caress of her whole body.

When Joyce stuck out her tongue and began tick­ling her part­ner’s slit with it, a 
pro­trud­ing pink slit with thick lips, Linda stirred slightly and put out her ci­gar­ette. Tom 
watched her at­tent­ively.

The two hook­ers seemed com­pletely ob­li­vi­ous of their sur­round­ings as well as of 
their audi­ence. With small, mew­ing sounds, they rolled on the pil­lows, cling­ing to each 
other, kiss­ing and touch­ing every por­tion of each other, un­til fi­nally Joyce came to lie on 
her back and Helga, her strong hand work­ing stead­ily was jerking her off.

From where she was sit­ting Linda could look straight into the black girl’s crotch. The 
tightly curled pu­bic hair was short and formed a neat tri­angle which ex­ten­ded down 
between her legs, on either side of the slit. She seemed to be nar­row, tight as a teen­ager 
still, and each time the other wo­man bored her fin­ger into her hole it looked as if she did it 
with some ef­fort, turn­ing and twist­ing her hand to make the di­git pen­et­rate.

Yet there was no doubt about Joyce’s ex­cite­ment and the ap­pet­iz­ing little cunt was 
be­gin­ning to get so wet that mois­ture was seep­ing down upon the plastic-covered 
cush­ions. A pun­gent, pen­et­rat­ing smell of cunt began to per­vade the air.

Tom cleared his throat and leaned across the desk, to­ward Linda.

“What do you think? Are they fak­ing it?”

Linda smiled and shook her head.

“I think the blonde is go­ing to go down on her now,” she re­marked. “You’ll see how 
much pleas­ure they both take when she starts with that. It’s just too dif­fi­cult to fake for a 
wo­man, you know. Be­sides, can’t you see the kid is drip­ping wet?”

“Aren’t you go­ing to do any­thing? Per­haps with me—” mur­mured Tom tent­at­ively. 
Linda gave him a sweet smile and then shook her head, al­most apo­lo­get­ic­ally.

“Tom dear, I told you I’d rather have wo­men. Ever since I was taken by force, raped by 
none other than my father’s brother, at an age when I did not even un­der­stand what was 
hap­pen­ing to me, I have been quite happy to forego the priv­ilege of get­ting laid by your 
kind. No, it’s noth­ing per­sonal, I as­sure you Tom, in fact I think you are one of the most 
at­tract­ive men I’ve met, but you see, just to feel a girl’s tongue up my va­gina is so 
won­der­ful, so ex­cit­ing, that I want noth­ing else. But look, Helga has star­ted eat­ing her! 
My, isn’t it pretty to look at—”

Tom could not dis­agree. Hooker or no hooker, Helga’s broad and pretty face had 
re­tained a coun­try fresh­ness which made her present ac­tion some­how twice as ex­cit­ing. 
There was ten­der­ness in the way she licked the black girl, nod­ding her head slowly, 
pa­tiently, al­most pla­cid in her de­voted min­is­tra­tion. Clearly the sucked whore’s clit­oris 
could be seen as its erectile tis­sues be­came aroused, and it stuck out from the pel­vis like a 
small brown knob, snap­ping back and forth each time Helga’s big pink tongue brushed over 
it.

“Look,” said Linda in a con­cili­at­ory tone of voice, “I un­der­stand how rough this is for 
you, Tom, just to sit there and watch. But please, don’t mind me, if you want to jerk off, please 
don’t feel em­bar­rassed.”

“I haven’t jerked off in years,” he grumbled. “There was no need for it.”

“Well, then, why don’t you take the blonde? The way she’s kneel­ing and lean­ing over the 
other kid, you could eas­ily reach into her from be­hind. Or do you like the rear en­trance?” 
she chuckled.

“I don’t screw hook­ers either,” he replied. “Well, then you just have to think of it as an 
ex­cep­tion to the rule. Why look at these two, they could be little prin­cesses, they’re hav­ing 
such a great time! Why do you have to think of them as hook­ers? I bet you that blonde’s cunt
is as wet by now as your prick is prob­ably stiff. Would you like me to give the ex­ample? 
Come on Tom, I just don’t want to make a spec­tacle of my­self in front of you and take down 
my panties with you just sit­ting here be­hind your desk, watch­ing as if it was a peep-show!”

“Why—what do you in­tend to do?” he asked.

“You’ll see, you’ll see. Come Tom, be a sport, let’s get un­dressed!” She said it in a happy 
tone of voice, smil­ing at him, and it seemed ter­ribly in­con­gru­ous to Tom that this friendly 
in­vit­a­tion to take off his clothes would not be fol­lowed by some plain, healthy 
in­ter­course. But he rose to his feet and when he saw that Linda in­deed began to un­zip her 
dress, he dropped his trousers and re­moved jacket, tie and shirt.

While un­dress­ing, he never took his eyes off Linda for one mo­ment. With in­cred­ible 
grace and el­eg­ance in every ges­ture she shed her clothes as if it was the most nat­ural 
thing in the world to do, there was noth­ing hes­it­ant in her move­ments, and her total lack 
of em­bar­rass­ment made it into some­thing more than a strip act.

Tom licked his lips as he let his eyes roam over that white, slender body, those small 
breasts, so del­ic­ate and yet so firm in ap­pear­ance. His im­pulse was to lunge, to throw 
him­self upon that wo­man, to pin her down and pen­et­rate her on the spot, to cure her 
once and for all of her dis­like for the male. But Tom wasn’t quite that sure of him­self and his 
hopes of fu­ture thrills, to­gether with An­ita, helped him over­come his im­pulse.

To make things worse though, Linda turned to him and held out her hand.

“Come, let’s do it,” she smiled, and again it soun­ded like the most nor­mal of 
in­vit­a­tions. He took her hand and they stepped for­ward un­til they were stand­ing over 
the two hook­ers who paid at­ten­tion only to their in­tense activ­it­ies of the mo­ment.

Linda bent over and slipped one fin­ger down, through the crack between Helga’s 
but­tocks, and into her cunt. Then she brought her hand up again and with a smile showed it 
to Tom.

“What did I tell you? Wet as if she’d been sit­ting in a cream jar for an hour, and noth­ing 
to put there, un­less you are go­ing to take pity upon her!”

Then she moved over to­ward Joyce’s head and knelt down. The black girl lif­ted her eyes 
up to the wo­man as she lay there, gasp­ing and whim­per­ing with pleas­ure from the deep, 
ex­pert cunt-lap­ping her friend was giv­ing her, and a fleet­ing smile passed over her face in 
greet­ing of Linda. Joyce seemed un­able to col­lect her thoughts suf­fi­ciently to speak right 
now, but when Linda came closer and star­ted to put one knee down on either side of the 
hooker’s head, the long-fingered brown hands flew up, prob­ing and fum­bling un­til they 
held on to the young wo­man’s thighs.

“Ahhh... ah­hhh...” sighed the black girl, cran­ing her neck and pulling on Linda, clearly 
in­dic­at­ing that noth­ing would please her more than to have a good taste of cunt in her 
mouth.

“Yes, yes, there it is, you little kit­ten,” purred Linda as she spread her knees fur­ther and 
fur­ther on the rug, bring­ing her crotch down over Joyce’s face. Rosy, Joyce’s tongue flicked 
out of her mouth, her lips drawn back, teeth flash­ing, and for a second Linda looked down at 
this hungry little mouth, a shiver of de­light run­ning through her. Then she came down, quite
firmly, over the dark little face and in­stantly began to move back and forth, rub­bing her cunt
against the search­ing tongue. It las­ted only a few seconds, and then Linda lif­ted up again to
give Joyce some air. But the little hooker was already tug­ging at her, whim­per­ing with the 
urge for more of that taste, and Linda squat­ted lower again, but without press­ing down this 
time, so that Joyce could just com­fort­ably reach her clit­oris. With great ap­plic­a­tion and 
speed her tongue went to work on it.

Tom was kneel­ing down be­hind Helga, all hes­it­a­tion gone at last. What did it mat­ter 
to him now whether this beau­ti­ful ass be­longed to some slut or to the Queen of Eng­land? 
It was round, firm, fleshy, in­vit­ing, and down be­low there was wet­ness. With a sigh he 
lunged, let­ting his erec­tion slip through the nar­row space between the round thighs.

Oh yes, it was wet down there, very wet and warm and slip­pery, so that he needed not 
hold his prick to find the right spot. Prom­ising him­self to stuff it into Helga’s as­shole on 
some other oc­ca­sion, he con­ten­ted him­self with her cunt for now, ram­ming into the little
hole, find­ing it ready and de­light­fully tight, able to squeeze and pulsate as he slipped 
in­side.

As soon as she was pen­et­rated, Helga’s lap­ping be­came more rapid, stronger, deeper, 
and in turn the re­cip­i­ent of her at­ten­tions went wild between Linda’s thighs.

Across the two hook­ers, Linda’s and Tom’s eyes met. For a strange mo­ment it seemed to 
him as if he was reach­ing across, through the two bod­ies be­low, and straight into that 
wo­man’s belly! She smiled at him then, as if she had been able to read his thoughts.

Her hips were mov­ing quickly, in small little jerks and then the large green eyes closed 
al­most to the slits and Linda’s mouth opened wide but no sound came out of it: Joyce had 
dar­ted her tongue up into Linda’s va­gina and was ream­ing it out with great en­ergy.

Tom felt that to watch Linda as she cli­maxed was a beau­ti­ful ex­per­i­ence. The 
ex­pres­sion of rap­ture on her face, the an­gelic smile that curled up the corners of her 
mouth while a gurg­ling, an­imal sound rose from her chest showed Tom clearly that her 
en­joy­ment was total. For al­most two minutes she writhed, her hands clutch­ing Joyce’s 
shoulders, while her cream oozed all over the girl’s face. Joyce lapped and swal­lowed, gulped 
without hold­ing back, her long thin legs kick­ing spas­mod­ic­ally on either side of Helga’s 
face. She too, was not far from reach­ing or­gasm now, and Helga’s cunt was be­gin­ning to 
twitch so vi­ol­ently that Tom real­ized her turn was ap­proach­ing also.

As he felt the gath­er­ing of sperm at the root of his prick, Tom looked long­ingly across 
to Linda and again she smiled.

“Wait...” she whispered to him, guess­ing that his sperm would come shoot­ing out within 
seconds, and then she was at his side and her slender arm was around his shoulders.

“You have been very de­cent, Tom,” she whispered, “I can give you this, at least...” and then
her tongue, slip­pery, warm, agile, stabbed into his left ear. He could feel and hear her 
breathe, still ex­cited, and then her hand as it slid down along his spine and down between his
but­tocks.

“Ohhh... oh Linda—” he groaned, feel­ing a del­ic­ate fin­ger enter his as­shole, but then 
he could say no more for squirt after squirt of come was pump­ing through his shaft and up 
into Helga’s pussy.

“That’s it, darling—that’s a good boy,” whispered Linda into his ear, “squeeze it all out... 
everything... let her have it now—”

It was even more ex­cit­ing than what she had done with her tongue.

“Empty your balls, Tom. Shoot—squeeze!” She soun­ded pos­it­ively ex­cited now and did 
not res­ist when he in turn slipped one arm around her slender waist and held her close. But 
as soon as his con­trac­tions had ceased she gently twis­ted away from him and re­moved her
fin­ger from his anus.

“Linda,” he gasped, reach­ing for her, but already she was bey­ond his grasp.

“Okay, okay, Tom,” she mur­mured, as one would to an un­ruly dog, pulling on his leash. 
“It was just to seal our friend­ship. We are go­ing to be friends, aren’t we?”

Heav­ily he rose to his feet, feel­ing his knees tremble a little. Sperm and cunt juice was 
drip­ping from his prick.

“Yes, Linda, yes—bud­dies, that’s what we are.

Then they stood, hand in hand, look­ing down at the antics of the two girls on the floor. 
Fully sat­is­fied by their or­gasms, Helga and Joyce were nev­er­the­less not bey­ond some 
horse-play, and good-naturedly they were wrig­gling around in each other’s arms, rolling over
the pil­lows un­til they were on the rug. Joyce was gath­er­ing some of the sperm still ooz­ing
from her friend’s crotch and spread­ing it all over her own belly where the white droplets 
glistened in sharp con­trast to the dark-brown skin.

“Hey, why don’t we show them... you know what? Our spe­cialty,” laughed Helga.

“Okay, but listen—” she turned to Tom and Linda, “you’re not squeam­ish, you two?” Tom 
shrugged but Linda simply smiled and shook her head. She seemed eager to see whatever 
these two beavers were go­ing to come up with.

“All right baby, up!” com­manded Joyce from her prone po­s­i­tion. And Helga obeyed, 
stand­ing be­fore her, hands on her hips, legs spread out, come drip­ping from her crotch. 
And then Joyce knelt up, moved over and held on to the girl’s legs, her face lif­ted to the 
ooz­ing slit. The muscles of her rather slender throat work­ing hard, Joyce then began 
suck­ing out of Helga’s pussy what Tom had de­pos­ited there. She sucked it out, slurped and 
swal­lowed with ob­vi­ous pleas­ure, at the same time pro­vok­ing new jerks that went all 
through Helga’s body. After a minute or more of this man­euver, Joyce play­fully pried her 
friend’s cunt lips open with her fin­gers and peered in with a com­ical ex­pres­sion of 
dis­ap­point­ment.

“Well, I guess there’s no more,” she sighed, and then she too, stood up. “Liked it?” she 
asked.

Smil­ing, Tom reached for his wal­let and took out a few notes which he handed to the 
girls.

“Oh, you don’t have to... not for this, Tom, and not you,” pro­tested Joyce, but he pat­ted 
her cheek and gave her a wink of the eye, as­sur­ing her that they would only of­fend him by 
not ac­cept­ing the little gift. Helga and Joyce beamed, more with true pro­fes­sional pride for
hav­ing given sat­is­fac­tion rather than be­cause of the money. When Linda and Tom were 
dressed and ready to leave the of­fice they still stood around na­ked, tick­ling each other.

“Aren’t you two go­ing to get out and hustle?” asked Tom.

“Would you mind if we stayed here for just a little while?” asked Helga, her blue eyes 
plead­ing. Tom laughed and nod­ded as he left the room with Linda.

CHAPTER FOUR

An­ita felt rest­less. She had not been able to reach Linda on the tele­phone all day, 
some­body else had answered at the store and told her that Linda was busy. She had not 
wanted to cause her any trouble and had not called again, after the third time. Now it was 
seven o’clock and she had put on her pret­ti­est night­gown, the one that made her look like 
a little girl, end­ing just above the knees.

Who knows what the even­ing will bring, she told her­self, more in or­der to cheer her­self
up than be­cause she be­lieved it. Who knows whether she would ever see Linda again! And 
Tom who wasn’t due back un­til all hours...

She smiled when she thought of her hus­band. How ter­rible he had been in his an­ger 
last night, how changed, and then how sweet in his love­mak­ing! An­ita had never had the 
slight­est de­sire to sleep with an­other man, but now she wanted Linda very much, as much 
as she wanted Tom. And would the two like each other? She de­cided to go to bed and read, 
but then sat up with the open magazine be­fore her, re­gis­ter­ing noth­ing, think­ing up 
ways in which she could bring Tom and Linda to­gether.

There was soft laughter next door again, youth­ful, gay, without care, it seemed. An­ita 
dropped the magazine al­to­gether and listened. She did not have to strain at all this time, the
apart­ment was so quiet that every word could be heard.

“You’re a wild one,” she heard a deep young voice chuckle, “a really wild one, Jill... Ouch! If 
you keep do­ing that it sure as hell isn’t go­ing to do you any good later.”

Then there was the girl’s laugh, high, joy­ous, ex­uber­ant.

“There, Ray, there it is,” she whispered.

There is what? Thought An­ita and her hand stole down be­neath the blanket. Oh, I’m not 
go­ing to jerk my­self off, she said to her­self, not really—just play a little-listen and play... 
Damn it, how wet I am already! I wish Tom would come home.

The bed next door, ap­par­ently ad­join­ing the wall, creaked.

“Wait, wait darling,” whispered the girl’s voice, “make it wet—nice and wet, my love, with 
your tongue! Ohh yes, that’s the way, darling, oh lover! Stick it in, lover!”

An­ita tried to ima­gine a tongue between her legs, prob­ing with love, search­ing, 
pen­et­rat­ing, and she closed her eyes, one fin­ger vi­brat­ing back and forth over her 
clit­oris.

Stop it, oh stop it, she sighed to her­self, I’m go­ing to ex­haust my­self with my hand, oh 
why can’t Tom be here—or Linda?

Al­most furi­ously she with­drew her hand from her pussy and rolled over, pulling the 
sheet up to her chin. She screwed her eyes shut but there was no ques­tion of sleep­ing.

“You think they’re home now?” she heard the boy’s voice whis­per on the other side of the
wall. The bed had be­gun to groan stead­ily.

Jill giggled. “You’re a dirty old man, you know that?” she said. “You want to listen to them 
again? Does that ex­cite you?”

An­ita’s eyes opened wide. So people were alike, after all, no mat­ter on what side of a 
wall they hap­pen to be.

“Did you hear her whim­per last night?” asked the boy.

“Oh shut up, darling, shut up and fuck. Don’t talk about that, they could hear you!”

“There’s nobody there, Jill. Haven’t heard a thing all af­ter­noon. Tell me baby, tell me—is 
she cute, your neigh­bor?”

“Bas­tard!” hissed the girl but then she giggled again, her gig­gling stop­ping only as she 
began to cry out.

“Yes, that’s it—now you’re where I need you, oh yes, all the way in... Ray, Ray, keep 
pump­ing, give it to me, oh­hhh!”

The young lover’s lunges were ap­par­ently quite power­ful, for now the bed was 
dis­tinctly bump­ing against the wall, next to An­ita’s ear, bump, bump, bump, in a steady 
rhythm. She could al­most feel the deep pen­et­ra­tions, the de­li­cious stabs that went into 
her neigh­bor’s body!

Grunts, deep and throaty, mingled with del­ic­ate out­cries, and then there was si­lence. 
But An­ita could even hear them breath­ing!

“She’s a real doll,” said Jill fi­nally.

“Who?”

“That young wo­man next door, of course!”

“Nice tits?” his voice soun­ded sleepy, ab­sent.

“Yup. Some­times she doesn’t wear a bra, and be­lieve me she’s one of those wo­men 
who can do it.”

An­ita felt strange, al­most em­bar­rassed, hear­ing them speak about her. But she smiled 
when Jill men­tioned her breasts, she was flattered. And yet, when they met in the hall­way or 
in the el­ev­ator, there was never more than a slight nod. How mis­taken one can be about 
the people one sees in a day, mused An­ita. So Jill had given her the once over, but good!

“How is her hus­band?” asked Ray.

“I don’t really know. He’s hardly ever at home.”

“Ex­cept at night, late,” laughed Ray. “Like yes­ter­day!”

“This morn­ing, you mean. Why do you ask so many ques­tions?”

“Oh, noth­ing, baby-noth­ing!”

“Maybe you think it’s in­ter­est­ing, a wo­man whose hus­band is hardly ever at home?”

“Oh, Jill, come on—you’re not go­ing to pick a fight now? You’re not go­ing to be jeal­ous 
about some­body I don’t even know?” There was a long si­lence and the muffled sound of 
shift­ing bod­ies, try­ing to find com­fort in a bed.

“Reason I asked that,” Jill fi­nally whispered, “it might be fun... I mean, you, and that chick, 
and me of course... you know what I mean?”

“No.”

“Oh yes, yes, you do,” laughed the girl, and there was a groan­ing sound from her lover as 
she had ob­vi­ously thrown her­self across his chest. The bed moved again.

“Come on, Jill... you’re go­ing to break it!”

“Only if it’s stiff! And if it is, you have no right to keep it from me!”

“Ha ha!” Ray laughed in mock irony and then there was once more a sound of happy 
struggle, of wrest­ling next door, that was be­gin­ning to drive An­ita out of her mind.

She did not even real­ize what she was do­ing, but sud­denly she found her­self with hand
up­raised, slap­ping her palm against the wall re­peatedly.

Sud­den si­lence fol­lowed her out­bursts, as if a shot had been fired in a teem­ing forest. 
Not even a breath was drawn next door!

That’s it, that’s the end of a little fun, An­ita told her­self bit­terly. What the hell are my 
nerves do­ing to me?

But then, startled, she sat up. Some­body had been knock­ing on the wall, from the other 
side.

“What is it?” she al­most whispered.

“You’re okay in there?” It was Ray’s voice, fol­lowed by frantic and anxious whis­pers. 
An­ita smiled.

“Okay,” she said.

“Didn’t know you were there, sorry to dis­turb you. Did we keep you up?”

“I wasn’t sleep­ing,” replied An­ita, feel­ing very self-con­scious about this idi­otic 
con­ver­sa­tion. Of course they must know now that she had heard everything! And there he 
was, mak­ing con­ver­sa­tion, as if it was the most nat­ural thing in the world! “Ma’am—” he 
spoke again.

“What is it?”

“May we con­tinue?”

An­ita was un­able to stifle the laughter mount­ing in her throat. It was nerves, of course, 
she thought, but what a re­lease, all of a sud­den!

“Go-go right ahead—” she giggled, un­able to bring out her words un­in­ter­rup­tedly, 
con­vuls­ive laughter shak­ing her, “be—be my guest!”

“Are you in­vit­ing us?” he im­me­di­ately came back.

While An­ita di­ges­ted that one, she heard Jill’s frantic whis­per­ing voice.

“You crazy or some­thing? You want every­body to know about us? You’re go­ing to get 
me in trouble with my folks, not to speak of her hus­band!”

“I said, be my guest,” re­peated An­ita fi­nally, not want­ing to say that, but quite un­able 
not to.

“Well, here we go!” replied Ray and she could hear him climb out of bed.

A kind of panic now seized An­ita. Would she have time to get dressed? She could not 
re­ceive them like this. Frantic­ally she pulled the night­gown off and ran to the closet, try­ing 
to find a dress to slip on quickly, when the door­bell rang. Could it be? How could he come 
over so quickly?

She ran to the door and looked through the peep-hole at a hap­pily smil­ing face, framed 
by long brown hair, the eyes spark­ling with youth and en­ter­prise. The lens in the peep-hole 
was such that it af­forded a wide angle of vis­ion, and after the face, the next thing An­ita 
no­ticed was that the young man wore no more than his un­der­shorts.

Fuck it, fuck it a thou­sand times over, she thought to her­self, and, stark na­ked as she 
was, An­ita opened the door wide.

Smil­ing pleas­antly, Ray came in, pulling Jill along be­hind him. The girl wasn’t wear­ing 
much either, but at least she had quickly thrown a ki­mono over her shoulders, but it was so 
short that it barely covered the tri­angle of hair between her thighs. In passing An­ita no­ticed
that she had de­li­ciously long legs, smooth as the legs of a sev­en­teen-year-old should be.

“I’m Ray, and this is Jill,” said the boy. He was per­haps nine­teen, twenty at the most.

“How do you do,” smiled the young wo­man and stepped back to let them in. What would
Linda have done in such a situ­ation, she thought? She would cer­tainly not have been cowed 
by a couple of kids!

“You should not have let me in­ter­rupt you,” she smiled sweetly, only slightly 
self-con­scious about her nud­ity. Both Jill’s and Ray’s eyes, as they roamed over her skin, 
were full of ad­mir­a­tion. That made up for a lot.

“Oh, just a short in­ter­rup­tion,” he grinned. “Where’s your bed?” Her curi­os­ity about 
the young couple quite sat­is­fied now, An­ita raised her eye­brows.

“Oh—but you can’t, I mean—”

“Weren’t you listen­ing to us be­fore?” Ray asked, just a little sharply, “well, now you can 
watch!”

Jill seemed hes­it­ant and kept pulling back on his arm as he led her. How strong and full 
of life they both were, thought An­ita, and then she glanced at the clock. Seven thirty.

She would prob­ably have to be alone for hours yet. Linda was cer­tainly not go­ing to call
any­more. And here, be­fore her, was a couple who wanted to in­clude her, reach out to her—

“Come on, let’s hurry,” she said a little nervously, and led the way into the bed­room.

But there, in­stead of turn­ing to his girl friend, the young man con­tin­ued to look at his 
some­what re­luct­ant host­ess, his eyes feast­ing on breasts and belly, search­ing and 
bor­ing into the curls of her pu­bic hair un­til she could prac­tic­ally feel it!

An­ita lowered her eyes, but then there was the bulge in­side the boy’s shorts and she 
could not look away from it. Slowly he stripped them off.

His penis, sturdy and long, even though it seemed to stand at half-mast, sent shivers down
An­ita’s spine, and when he put his hands on her arms she knew that he could do what he 
wanted with her. No man, her hus­band had said, wo­men yes, but no men—Yet she was 
bey­ond res­ist­ing, she already saw her­self tum­bling down on the bed with that young 
body of the boy mov­ing up and down on her.

“Stop it!” The cry was sharp, angry, and An­ita turned her eyes to the girl. Jill seemed close 
to tears.

“You’re not go­ing to make love to that wo­man!” she shouted, her lips trem­bling. Ray 
seemed an­noyed, but to An­ita’s sur­prise he re­leased her and took the girl into his arms.

“Of course not, darling, of course not—she is just go­ing to watch us, that’s all. Come now,
come and take off your ki­mono.”

He helped her shed the light gar­ment and An­ita was now able to ad­mire the 
teen­ager’s ex­quis­ite fig­ure. It re­minded her some­what of Linda’s, but it was more 
fra­gile, vul­ner­able some­how, the skin so rosy and soft look­ing, with just a trace of vel­vety
blonde down on her fore­arms.

“Isn’t she some­thing?” smiled Ray, true fond­ness in his eyes, as he turned his head to 
An­ita, and the young wo­man nod­ded. “Would you let the lady touch you?” he then asked 
Jill, and when she did not an­swer and looked away he smiled at An­ita and winked at her. 
Then he pushed the girl for­ward.

“Touch her breasts, An­ita,” he en­cour­aged her, “just feel them. Tell me if they’re not the 
firmest little tits you’ve ever seen!”

Then, be­fore An­ita could de­cide whether or not she wanted to be­come in­volved, he 
had pushed Jill up against her so that their breasts touched, their bel­lies and their thighs too, 
and again An­ita felt the juices of her de­sire col­lect in her groin. In­stead of do­ing what he 
had in­vited her to do, she wrapped her arms around the girl and tried to kiss her. This is 
in­sane, she thought, but I don’t know. Linda must have done it to me—she has changed me!

“Oh no—no—” whimpered Jill, squirm­ing in her arms, and then Ray held her head.

“Be still, darling, just let it hap­pen—come now, open your mouth. I al­ways wanted to see 
two wo­men kiss each other!”

An­ita lunged when she saw that her prey was help­less, and her lips en­countered those 
of the girl, fiercely pressed to­gether against the bat­ter­ing of a hungry tongue. But An­ita 
was not to be dis­cour­aged so eas­ily now. She smiled and softly slid her tongue along the 
girl’s mouth. She so shy un­til now, was sud­denly tak­ing the role of the se­du­cer.

“Oh, don’t be so mean,” she mur­mured, look­ing into Jill’s blue eyes. “Won’t you give me 
just a little taste of your tongue? Just a tiny little taste?”

She en­joyed look­ing at that pretty face with the slightly up­turned nose, the long lashes 
and the some­what round, high cheeks, a real baby-face still, and to ob­serve the mixed 
emo­tions that were al­tern­at­ing on it. There was re­bel­li­ous­ness at be­ing forced to do 
any­thing at all, there was some fear of an­other wo­man, and per­haps stronger than 
any­thing else, there was curi­os­ity.

“I kiss very nicely,” whispered An­ita and then she brushed her cheek against the 
teen­ager’s and gave her ear­lobe a quick lick with the tongue. Jill shuddered.

When An­ita re­turned to her mouth again, the lips had softened just a little and again she
touched them with hers. The girl’s mouth began to pout, not yet open­ing, but soft at last, 
re­cept­ive.

An­ita held the light kiss for a few seconds, then slipped her tongue for­ward, pry­ing, 
prob­ing, un­til at last Jill’s lips par­ted. Very slowly and very gently, as a lov­ing bride­groom 
de­flowers his bride, she in­ser­ted her­self. There was noth­ing sud­den or brusque in that 
kiss, noth­ing hungry, over-eager, but only ten­der­ness and sweet­ness. To this, the 
ad­oles­cent re­spon­ded at last, and be­fore Ray’s un­blink­ing eyes she melted against the 
na­ked body of the young wo­man, her jaws began to move and her mouth opened wider, 
un­til their tongues played hide-and-seek.

Now that she had be­come aroused by Jill, An­ita found it easier to make de­cisions. And 
the first was that she would not give her­self to Ray, she would not have an­other man 
without Tom’s ex­press per­mis­sion. And if he never gave it-well, then there were those 
won­der­ful, tender, del­ic­ate fe­male bod­ies all over the world.

She turned to Ray and smiled, push­ing his hold­ing hands away from the girl and pulling 
her closer, pos­sess­ively.

“You are a nosy young man,” she said and wagged her fin­ger at him, “and I be­lieve that 
you came over here, to my apart­ment, mainly be­cause you thought you would see 
some­thing rather than do some­thing dif­fer­ent. Well, you are just go­ing to pull up a chair, 
like a nice boy, over in the bed­room, and you are go­ing to be very quiet and watch. What do
you say Jill? Shall we give him some­thing to re­mem­ber?”

“An­ita,” the girl mur­mured, look­ing away, “I’m just not like that—I mean, you’re aw­fully
nice and all, but you’re a wo­man! I have never done this, and I never wanted to. I’m happy 
with Ray!”

“So was I with my hus­band, my dear, so was I,” smiled An­ita, and with one arm across her
young vis­itor’s back and shoulders, she led her im­per­cept­ibly into her bed­room. Ray 
fol­lowed.

“Un­til yes­ter­day I was happy—let’s say con­tent—with Tom. And last night a young 
wo­man showed me a dif­fer­ent world, opened up new per­spect­ives to me. Per­haps you 
heard?”

Jill blushed furi­ously and An­ita real­ized that the couple had in­deed been spy­ing on 
them. Now she did not mind it at all.

“All right, Jill, then let’s lay the cards on the table. You know what happened af­ter­wards, 
you know how Tom re­acted when he came home, you must have heard!” Again Jill nod­ded.

“And then we made love, darling, in a way I thought was im­possible. Why, whatever had 
been between us be­fore, for the three years of our mar­riage, seemed just like kid stuff! Oh 
Jill, you must have listened to us be­fore, just as we have en­joyed listen­ing to you,” she 
ad­mit­ted. “Couldn’t you tell the dif­fer­ence?”

“Yes,” whispered the girl as she sat down on the edge of An­ita’s bed. The young wo­man 
sat down be­side her.

“Now can’t you see how it all hangs to­gether? A more ex­per­i­enced wo­man has 
re­vealed to me what my body was cap­able of. Won’t you let me show you too? Won’t you 
let me pass on the gift I have re­ceived?”

An­ita was listen­ing to her own words with grow­ing pleas­ure. Linda would be proud of 
her if she could hear, she thought! And the kid was be­gin­ning to va­cil­late. That kiss hadn’t 
tasted bad at all!

Very gently An­ita reached across to her and took Jill’s left breast into her hand. It felt alive
and tender, timid as a dove, but the little pink nipple im­me­di­ately hardened into a tur­gid 
little knob.

“You see, you see? Ex­claimed An­ita. “You do like me!” Jill giggled bash­fully, but then she
put her head against the wo­man’s shoulder, let­ting her play with both of her breasts.

“Well young man, are you go­ing to sit down as I told you or are you just go­ing to stand 
around all even­ing?” asked An­ita, turn­ing to Ray, and he im­me­di­ately stepped back and 
looked for the chair. He sat down on it and crossed his legs, leaned his chin on his hand and 
stared at the pair on the bed. An­ita felt that she had com­pletely re­versed the roles, that she 
was now in full con­trol, hav­ing taken the ini­ti­at­ive away from the boy. She could 
com­pletely con­cen­trate on the girl at last, se­duce her fully, and Ray was cer­tain to be a 
grate­ful audi­ence and not to in­ter­fere. At least An­ita hoped so!

From the girl’s breasts, the eager hands wandered down slowly to­ward the belly, 
strok­ing back­wards, around the flanks and com­ing for­ward again, both thumbs fi­nally 
press­ing into the del­ic­ate na­vel. In­stinct­ively Jill tensed the muscles of her ab­do­men 
and the firm­ness of that young body in her hands ex­cited An­ita.

As if to meas­ure it, she en­circled the girl’s waist with wide open hands, and when Jill 
lif­ted her arms slightly and swayed from side to side, half in a dance and half in aban­don, 
An­ita fastened her lips first to one and then to the other nipple.

The route laid out by the fin­gers was now fol­lowed by An­ita’s mouth, she reached the 
na­vel once more, tickled it with her tongue, and when she heard the slight gasp from Jill’s lips
she was cer­tain that her young part­ner was be­com­ing aroused.

But in­stead of pur­su­ing her man­euver, An­ita sud­denly took her hands away from the 
awaken­ing body and threw her­self back­ward upon the bed, rolled over onto her stom­ach 
and bur­ied her face in her arms. She lay very still.

“An­ita?” Jill touched her lightly. “What’s the mat­ter, An­ita?”

“Oh, I don’t know, but I bet­ter not go on like this,” mur­mured An­ita without look­ing 
up. “I’m get­ting all ex­cited, and then I won’t be able to touch you the way I would like to. 
Per­haps it’s best like this, per­haps it’s just not some­thing for you.” She had dif­fi­culties in 
re­main­ing ser­i­ous, won­der­ing whether Jill would fall for her com­edy.

“But An­ita,” said Jill, com­pletely taken aback, “I didn’t say any­thing!”

“You said it be­fore! Be­cause I’m a wo­man.” Then she sat up sud­denly, look­ing straight 
at the teen­ager.

“Well? Tell me now, tell me truth­fully, would you let me stick my tongue right up into your
little twat?” she asked.

“Oh, An­ita!” Jill was shocked.

“You wouldn’t, of course not,” pouted the young wo­man and rolled over on her back, 
let­ting her legs fall open. Jill was ey­ing her crotch with a mix­ture of in­terest and shy­ness.

“Well, gee whiz,” shrugged Jill, “I dunno, I wish I could—Listen, per­haps there’s 
some­thing I could do for you!”

In­deed An­ita looked as if she needed some ur­gent treat­ment. Her legs were mov­ing, 
open­ing and clos­ing, and she was sigh­ing and twitch­ing.

“You are really a very good girl, darling,” she mur­mured. “Well all right then—hold my 
hand. Yes, just hold my hand—that’s it, yes!” She had taken Jill’s right hand and then she 
brought it to­ward her­self.

Jill did not res­ist, while An­ita used her hand to rub her chest and belly with.

There was an ever so slight hes­it­a­tion as Jill’s fin­gers were be­ing pulled fur­ther down,
to­ward the young wo­man’s crotch, but then she saw the al­most plead­ing look in An­ita’s 
eyes.

“Oh please, just a little, you see, I’m not do­ing any­thing to you, I just ask you to do it for 
me for just a minute, darling, it would do me so much good!”

Jill re­laxed. She no longer felt threatened and the ex­cite­ment An­ita had pro­voked in 
her earlier lingered on. Bravely she slipped her hand down, between her spread­ing thighs.

They shot open sud­denly, the vulva emer­ging, ex­posed, pink and gap­ing, at the first 
touch. Jill shuddered with an un­ex­pec­ted thrill at this sight and began to mas­turb­ate 
An­ita with the tip of her middle fin­ger, in the same man­ner she used on her­self when she 
had to spend her nights alone. It was a del­ic­ate touch but a rapid move­ment, go­ing from 
side to side at first, stim­u­lat­ing the clit­oris, and then switch­ing to longer and slower, 
deeper strokes, down­wards along the slit.

The in­creas­ing mois­ture, the slip­pery glid­ing between the warm cunt-lips seemed to 
Jill as the most nat­ural thing in the world. Without real­iz­ing it, she was over­com­ing 
whatever in­hib­i­tions had so far held her back from An­ita, and as the del­ic­ate odor of the 
ex­cited cunt rose to her nos­trils she leaned for­ward as if to sniff more of it.

“Ohh, you are so won­der­ful. How well you are do­ing it!” An­ita praised her, her back 
arch­ing up, her hips trem­bling un­der the caress. Jill felt proud about be­ing able to give this
wo­man pleas­ure. She began us­ing both her hands, one to hold the cunt open, the other 
one to dig in. Yes, there was the hole, neat and tight and wait­ing, all slip­pery with juice. Jill 
in­ser­ted her fin­ger, turned it back and forth as she worked it in, be­com­ing her­self more 
and more ex­cited with every second that passed. She en­joyed listen­ing to the sighs and 
moans she pro­voked, thrilled to the out­cries of pleas­ure An­ita uttered when she 
pen­et­rated, and in a sud­den, tender and sen­su­ous im­pulse, Jill leaned way down and 
kissed the young wo­man’s belly, just at the edge of the au­burn curls.

When she felt An­ita’s fin­gers dig into her shoulders at that point and saw that at the first 
touch of her tongue the writh­ing body on the bed had be­gun to twitch and jerk up and 
down with twice as much vi­ol­ence, pride and ex­cite­ment spurred her to more dar­ing 
ac­tion, and slowly she ran her tongue through An­ita’s bush, down to the slit.

I’m only go­ing to tickle her clit, she told her­self, and just with the very tip of my tongue. 
I’m not really go­ing down on her, I’m just, well, just caress­ing her a little, it went through her
mind, but when she felt the tiny fleshy pro­tru­sion between her lips, everything went blank 
and she could do noth­ing than suck it into her mouth. How hard it was get­ting, and all 
be­cause of her! Was she do­ing it so well?

Jill’s in­ex­per­i­ence and shy­ness had aroused An­ita’s senses as much as Linda had done
with her highly ex­pert and know­ing caresses. And now the Little tongue, fret­ting and 
hes­it­at­ing, as if it ex­pec­ted dire things to hap­pen on the way, nev­er­the­less 
con­tin­ued to lick, inch­ing down lower, mak­ing its way along the twitch­ing gash, to­ward 
the hole.

Jill’s fin­ger, stuck deeply into the young wo­man’s cunt, was mov­ing faster. The very 
warm, slip­pery pas­sage gave Jill so pleas­ant a tact­ile sen­sa­tion that she wanted more 
and more of it, push­ing her fist up against the ori­fice with ever in­creas­ing en­ergy at each 
thrust. Her tongue was close to her hand when she fi­nally cast aside the last fears and yanked
out her fin­ger, glued her lips to the hole and stuck her tongue out, let­ting it slip into the 
writh­ing, squirm­ing body.

“You gonna make me come, oh yes darling, Jill, Jill, yes, it’s com­ing, ohhh...” screamed 
An­ita, her every nerve tingling un­der the pen­et­rat­ing kiss.

Just in time she no­ticed that Ray had risen and was ap­proach­ing his young friend from 
be­hind, cock erec­ted, point­ing, ready to plunge. An­ita waved him back to his chair with 
en­ergy, her stare so elo­quent that he hes­it­ated and re­turned to his seat.

Of all times, this was not the mo­ment for him to in­ter­fere, An­ita thought, for if the 
aroused teen­ager found re­lease in his arms she would not seek this pleas­ure in the 
em­brace of her new wo­man-friend!

The brief struggle of wills, the sud­den alarm, had cut off the in­cip­i­ent or­gasm and 
An­ita was glad of it. Now she would turn all of her sen­su­al­ity on the girl, she would be­gin 
im­me­di­ately to re­veal to her what re­sponses that wil­lowy young body was cap­able of 
un­der the pa­tient and lov­ing caresses of an­other wo­man.

Gently she lif­ted Jill’s face out of her crotch and smiled at her, kissed the juice-covered 
cheeks and pulled her up, into her arms.

“What, what are you go­ing to do to me?” asked Jill, her voice sub­dued and shak­ing a 
little.

“What would you like me to do, darling?” asked An­ita, hug­ging her and feel­ing how 
eas­ily the slender young body snuggled up against her, warm, cozy, trust­ing.

It was dif­fi­cult for Jill to say what she really wanted. At least this first time. But her 
at­ti­tude made it very clear. Wherever An­ita touched her, tiny muscles began to twitch and 
when she slid her hand down into Jill’s groin, the girl par­ted her legs after only a brief 
hes­it­a­tion.

“Would you like me to put my tongue there now?” asked An­ita. “I would like to re­turn a 
fa­vor, you know.”

Jill closed her eyes and nod­ded quickly. From that mo­ment on she was as putty in her 
teacher’s hands, she let her­self be stretched out on the bed and when An­ita pried her thighs 
wide open she co­oper­ated fully. Mouth met cunt in slow, fiery con­tact, and as soon as 
An­ita’s tongue began wrig­gling and prob­ing, Jill turned to the wo­man’s sex, right be­fore 
her face, em­braced her, held her hips and but­tocks, and nuzzled the open­ing slit.

“There, there it is,” mur­mured An­ita, lift­ing her face for a second, “take all you want, yes,
baby, go ahead.” She raised one leg side­ways to ex­pose her­self fur­ther, ly­ing on her side, 
and as she re­turned to tonguing the fresh young cunt be­fore her, Jill’s lips were soft on her 
clit­oris, the tongue slid down and pen­et­rated.

Ray had stood up again, but this time he made no at­tempt to in­ter­fere with the two 
lov­ers on the bed. All he wanted now was to watch, his fist pis­ton­ing furi­ously at his 
crotch.

CHAPTER FIVE

Neither Jill nor An­ita no­ticed or paid at­ten­tion to the thick white globs of come that 
were splash­ing down on both of them. They were too busy with each other, too busy 
com­ing, and their con­vuls­ive squirms, the shouts of joy that es­caped their lips, some­what 
stifled by the fact that their mouths were still wedged in between each other’s legs, had 
pro­voked Ray’s ejac­u­la­tion.

In a wide arc, as he stood by the edge of the bed, his prick had vomited out the res­ult of 
his manual pump­ing, then had landed on Jill’s arm, on An­ita’s but­tock, on their flanks and 
legs, even on Jill’s face. Now it was be­gin­ning to trickle down over their bod­ies, and when 
the young girl had re­covered suf­fi­ciently from her or­gasm to be­come aware of the feel 
and smell of it, she turned over on her back and began rub­bing the stuff into her small 
breasts as if it were a beauty cream.

“Ohhh, ohhh, this is good,” she groaned, her limbs mov­ing vo­lup­tu­ously, “Oh, Ray, my 
darling, fuck me now, please, fuck me.”

The poor boy stood there, con­trite and help­less. Between his fin­gers, the re­cently 
proud or­gan was vis­ibly melt­ing and van­ish­ing into the limp worm it al­ways was after it 
spat.

An­ita sat up and smiled but at the same time shook her head from side to side.

“You really shouldn’t have,” she said re­proach­fully. “This girl, if she is at all like me, will 
want all she can get from you now. What a waste!”

“But, but,” Ray stammered, deeply em­bar­rassed, “I just couldn’t help it! Why, with the 
things you did to each other, you’d have got­ten a broom­stick to ejac­u­late!”

An­ita laughed. Then she shrugged and tapped Jill’s shoulder. “Look, look, there’s no more
right now. Would you like me to take a candle? We have some nice, thick ones in the kit­chen, 
and I could use it on you.”

Jill was star­ing at her lover’s limp prick and shook her head.

“I want him, now,” she mur­mured stub­bornly. “And look at the bas­tard, he’s spent 
him­self. Just like a fuckin’ high­school boy!”

“Maybe if you caressed him? If you took it into your mouth for a little while?” sug­ges­ted 
An­ita.

“Let him suck him­self!” shouted Jill in sud­den rage, her blue eyes flash­ing may­hem. 
“Go, do it, you as­shole. Bend over and stick it into your mouth, and then maybe I’ll talk to 
you again!”

And with that she with­drew to the far end of the bed, pulled a pil­low over her head and 
stuck her lovely be­hind out at the boy.

“Well,” sighed An­ita, “looks like we’ve got a prob­lem, doesn’t it?”

“You did it,” grumbled Ray, look­ing down at the sag­ging ob­ject be­low his belly.

Jill, who had ap­par­ently been ra­ging in si­lence for a few seconds came out from 
un­der­neath her pil­low.

“And if you get it stiff by suck­ing your­self,” she hissed at Ray, “when it’s way up, hard and
ready to go, you know what you can do then, don’t you? You can just go and fuck your­self 
with it, too!”

And with these last words she re­turned to her re­treat.

Ray’s eyes wandered over An­ita’s na­ked form. She was sit­ting on the bed, her legs bent 
at the knees, pretty au­burn head cocked as she re­turned his stare, and he knew that if 
any­body could re­store his forces quickly now, this was the one.

“Hey, An­ita,” he mur­mured, “hey, how about it!”

“How about what?” she asked in­no­cently, her eyes be­com­ing round and na­ive.

“Oh, you know, how about giv­ing me a little head. Just so I can stick it up her twat, honey.
For the sake of peace in the house.”

An­ita was temp­ted. Even limp, the prick looked ap­pet­iz­ing to her. It was still quite 
re­spect­able in size and the thought of feel­ing it grow against her tongue ap­pealed to her 
newly ac­quired sen­su­al­ity. But he was a man, Tom would not ap­prove, and Tom was the 
one she loved.

“It isn’t as if we had in­ter­course, you know,” said Ray softly as if he had been able to read
her thoughts. “It’s just, well, just as if you touched me, as if we were shak­ing hands or 
some­thing, or maybe a little kiss, only in a dif­fer­ent place.”

“Oh, I see,” she teased him, “just like a hand­shake, that’s all it would be then? Well sure, 
then, there you go, shake my hand as much as you want!” She held it out to him.

Ray took it, squeezed it and tried to pull it to­ward that par­tic­u­lar area of his body 
which might have most profited from it. But she res­isted, her eyes flash­ing in chal­lenge.

“You really don’t want to? Oh, An­ita, please, just a little. For Jill’s sake.”

“What a dirty little hy­po­crite you are,” she grinned. She def­in­itely was not go­ing to 
have in­ter­course with him, that was for sure, she told her­self. But just a little taste of the 
prick, well...

He was already closer now, one knee on the bed, the tempt­ing morsel swinging back and 
forth be­fore An­ita’s eyes. Her tongue ran over her up­per lip and then she leaned for­ward, 
stretched her neck and her tongue. Just barely, with the very tip, she touched the glans and 
im­me­di­ately moved back, away from him. The slack penis had def­in­itely twitched just a 
little.

“Oh, do that again, just once more,” he whispered. Slowly she came closer once more. But 
this time she did take the prick into her hand be­fore giv­ing it a quick lick and then did not 
re­lease it, watch­ing and feel­ing the slight con­trac­tions of muscles and erectile tis­sue. 
“You really like it, don’t you,” she mur­mured without tak­ing her eyes off the thing, “you’d 
want me to suck on it, wouldn’t you? Like this?” And for just a second she drew the glans into 
her mouth.

“Yes, yes,” was all he could say.

It amused An­ita to tease the young man. How ar­rog­antly he had walked in be­fore. It 
would even be fun to make him be­lieve that she would go down, and then re­fuse at the last 
second. But An­ita was not a vin­dict­ive or spite­ful per­son and be­sides, pun­ish­ing him 
would be pun­ish­ing her­self at the same time, this was be­com­ing quite ob­vi­ous to her.

Oh, Tom wouldn’t mind un­der the cir­cum­stances, she quickly told her­self and then she 
lif­ted the prick to her lips.

With a suc­tion of her mouth she pulled it in. Soft and pli­able, she was able to draw it all 
the way in, hold­ing and warm­ing it against her pal­ate, press­ing it from be­neath with her 
tongue. She did not hold it still though, let­ting it fret and prod un­til she could in­deed feel 
the swell­ing of his flesh.

“MMMmmmm, mmmmmmmm...” she mumbled, her mouth full, as the grow­ing mass 
could no longer be con­tained en­tirely and then both her hands grappled for the emer­ging 
shaft, squeez­ing the cock at its base, pump­ing life into it.

Ray shuddered with de­light and moved his ass from side to side. Within less than a 
minute he had al­most reached full erec­tion, and the last little bit of dif­fer­ence between his 
state and that of a truly stiff prick was quickly made up when An­ita began to move. Her 
pump­ing was steady, slow, firm. Be­hind her, Jill had once more be­gun tak­ing in­terest in 
her sur­round­ings and was up on her knees, fol­low­ing the little op­er­a­tion with great 
at­ten­tion. She smiled hap­pily as she saw the swell­ing rod ap­pear and dis­ap­pear 
between An­ita’s fin­ger and her lips.

“If you come into her mouth, darling, you’ve really had it.” This she warned Ray of in a low 
voice, but at the same time she smiled and he knew that he had been for­given. But after a full
five minutes of that steady, ex­pert suck­ing, the tempta­tion to come right down An­ita’s 
gul­let did be­come strong. En­er­get­ic­ally he pulled him­self to­gether and tak­ing the 
young wo­man’s wrists in his hands, began to push her away gently. For a mo­ment she 
wouldn’t let go, caught at the game as much as he him­self was.

Then she yiel­ded with a sigh and turned to Jill.

“All right, you take over now, my turn to watch.” Jill pulled her lover down to the bed and 
made him lie on his back. She touched his ver­tic­ally stand­ing cock at the base and grinned.

“Wanna feel how much I need it?” she asked softly.

Ray put his fin­ger between her legs, as she knelt be­fore him, and for a few seconds he 
ex­plored the wet­ness of the slit.

“Go ahead, baby, go, sit on it,” she grinned.

Without wast­ing an­other word Jill moun­ted the boy. Swinging one leg over him, she 
squat­ted over his prick and held it up with one hand, aim­ing it straight at the tiny hole. 
Then, the up­per teeth bit­ing down on her lower lip, she slowly im­paled her­self. Si­lently 
she en­joyed every phase of this ex­quis­ite pen­et­ra­tion which she her­self was dir­ect­ing, 
tim­ing. The lips of her cunt ex­pan­ded un­der the push of the glans, closed again slightly 
when its rim was in­side and then des­cen­ded along the shaft, mois­ture ooz­ing out of her 
and down into his pu­bic hair.

“Don’t move, not yet,” she whispered as he twitched, “let me put it in all the way first!” She 
moved closer to him.

Ray screwed his eyes shut in his ef­fort to hold still and his fists pulled at the bed-sheets. 
Then at last her groin was against his, her pel­vis began to grind in strong, circ­ling mo­tions, 
and she whimpered.

“Screw me now, now!”

Ray began to buck. His but­tocks lif­ted up from the mat­tress in ram­ming, reg­u­lar jabs,
send­ing the thick glans in­side the girl’s body up fur­ther and fur­ther each time.

“That’s it, darling, that’s it!” she shouted. “Give it to me.” An­ita, who had heard her make 
love be­fore, real­ized that it was dif­fer­ent, stronger this time. Jill was truly be­com­ing a 
young wo­man and her fuck­ing was no longer that of a timid ad­oles­cent. Fondly, she 
ap­proached and put her arms around the girl, stuck her tongue into her ear and in­creased 
her pleas­ure by run­ning one hand down into the crotch, mas­turb­at­ing the clit­oris 
dur­ing the re­mainder of the ses­sion.

“An­ita, Ray, oh my darlings!” wailed the girl. “Oh yes, you’re driv­ing me crazy! I’m gonna 
come now.”

And with her head thrown far back she uttered gurg­ling sounds of pleas­ure as the 
or­gasm took hold. It reached its peak and went bey­ond when a rich ejac­u­la­tion came to 
bathe her va­gina, her uterus, filling her with warmth and life.

“Oh, this was ter­rific,” she sighed, sink­ing back into An­ita’s arms. “Simply ter­rific!”

“But now you must show that you are really a good little bed part­ner,” An­ita whispered. 
“Come, it’s not fin­ished, wash him off with your tongue. Everything, baby. Just everything! 
You’ll see it’s not dif­fi­cult!” She pressed the young girl’s face down into Ray’s crotch. At first 
she seemed a little re­luct­ant, for the prick that had come out of her bore not only traces of 
sperm, but also of her own emis­sions.

“Just do it, don’t think!” urged An­ita. And Jill opened her mouth, stuck out her tongue, 
and star­ted at the sides of the crotch, between thigh and penis, began lick­ing her lover 
clean. She slurped it off his balls and off the un­der­side of his prick, she sucked it away from 
his glans and fin­ished by tak­ing the cock into her mouth and mak­ing sure noth­ing was left
on his tool but her saliva.

“Now you’re go­ing,” laughed An­ita. “Now that’s what I call a good job!” She sensed that 
she was be­com­ing aroused again. Or was she still aroused from be­fore? Never really 
sat­is­fied fully? She did not know and did not care. She only wished Tom would come home 
and ram his cock into her!

But Tom was not far at that very mo­ment. A few flights down, in the lobby of the 
build­ing, he was kiss­ing Linda’s hand.

“You bet­ter wait, say fif­teen minutes, be­fore you come up,” he told her. “I don’t want 
An­ita to think that we were to­gether. Oh, it’s not im­port­ant, per­haps, but bet­ter to be 
care­ful than sorry! I’ll go up and, and I’ll quickly warm her up for you, how’s that?”

“De­light­ful,” smiled the young wo­man. “But don’t lock the door, let me just walk in on 
you and dis­turb you, Tom. Okay?”

“Can’t think of a love­lier way to be dis­turbed,” he grinned and turned to the el­ev­ator as
the doors opened. “See you in a little while, Linda!” They waved at each other and the doors 
closed.

An­ita heard the key turn in the front door just in time. She jumped up, her heart 
pound­ing sud­denly. Tom really was early to­night! It wasn’t even nine thirty. Oh sure, she 
had wanted him, but not like this, right when all this was go­ing on!

Her eyes roamed over the dev­ast­ated bed and the two young­sters on it, cling­ing to 
each other ten­derly and kiss­ing now. There was not time to put some­thing on. There 
seemed to be no time at all for such things today! She dashed from the bed­room na­ked, 
banging the door to it shut just as Tom let him­self in.

“Now what!” he ex­claimed as he looked at his dishevelled, wide-eyed young wife, her face
flushed and her boobs boun­cing. But he was not angry, he didn’t look it.

“The neigh­bors,” she whispered and looked down. “Jill and Ray. They’re screw­ing in the 
bed­room.”

“Oh?” said Tom. “And that’s why you aren’t wear­ing any­thing? What have you been up 
to?”

“Noth­ing, I swear, but Jill, well, you know, you said your­self that it didn’t mat­ter with a 
girl, so. Oh, she’s so cute!”

“You mean you and Jill did it with that fucker of hers watch­ing you?” Now he was 
be­com­ing angry after all, An­ita real­ized. She had to think quickly. Per­haps if he be­came 
aroused.

“Come, come, you can watch them too,” she smiled. “Come, I’ll show you,” and pulling him
by the sleeve of his jacket she led him to the bed­room. The sounds that came through it were
some­what muffled, but it was clear that the couple had be­come quite act­ive again. Slowly 
An­ita opened the door.

Ray was giv­ing Jill head. On his knees, on the floor, he held on to her lips as she knelt on 
the bed be­fore him, munch­ing on her cunt, the back of his head mov­ing quickly. He did not
no­tice Tom’s ar­rival, he had not even been aware that any­thing was amiss. But Jill had 
stopped squirm­ing and was star­ing at the man be­fore her, her hands shoot­ing up to her 
breasts to cover them in be­lated mod­esty.

“So that’s what’s go­ing on!” said Tom grimly and Ray, at the sound of his voice, whirled 
around. Tom saw how hand­some and young he was and he looked at his wife with 
sus­pi­cion.

“Now don’t tell me you didn’t touch him! Listen, bitch, just be­cause I grant you cer­tain 
liber­ties doesn’t mean you can do just about any­thing you please!” With hor­ror she saw 
that his hands were play­ing with the buckle of his belt. She couldn’t stand it if he de­cided to 
beat her again, she felt, and es­pe­cially not in front of these young­sters! But in her sud­den 
ap­pre­hen­sion she found that there was noth­ing she could say, no ar­gu­ments came to 
her mind.

Jill im­me­di­ately be­came aware of her new friend’s pre­dic­a­ment, of the panic on her 
pretty face and a sud­den change came over her. The mod­esty seemed gone as she put one 
foot down on the floor and lowered her hands so that the lovely breasts poin­ted straight at 
Tom.

“Why hello,” she smiled. “How nice to meet you, Tom!” and then she walked to­ward him, 
her hand ex­ten­ded, the per­fect young so­ci­ety de­butante, full of grace and 
be­ne­vol­ence.

Dumbly Tom took the offered hand and it was firm, warm, and he didn’t let go of it.

“This is my fi­ance, Ray,” she said, ges­tur­ing with her left hand. “We’re your neigh­bors.” 
The tone of her voice, her nat­ural and self-con­tained de­meanor would have been per­fect 
at a large re­cep­tion. Her nud­ity was the only wrong note.

Un­able to res­ist her charm, Tom smiled and nod­ded at Ray.

“Nice meet­ing you too,” he replied, the con­ven­tional for­mula com­ing to his lips.

“Are you just com­ing from work?” asked Jill chat­tily. “Is it still so hot out?”

“Oh, well, yes, pretty warm,” he replied.

“But I am keep­ing you when you prob­ably wish to freshen up, Tom,” she smiled. “I’m sure
you want to get out of this suit! Why don’t I help you, and when you’re out of your pants I can
suck your prick a little to help you re­lax?”

Tom stared at her open-mouthed, but he began to grin. She was do­ing things with her 
lips now, pout­ing and lick­ing them, si­lently prom­ising some very spe­cial de­lights. It was 
his turn now to cast an ap­pre­hens­ive glance in An­ita’s dir­ec­tion, but when she only 
smiled and nod­ded, only too happy to see his at­ten­tion di­ver­ted from his an­ger, he felt 
re­lieved. This Jill had a cute, mo­bile face, he thought, a small mouth, firm, prob­ably agile as 
hell.

The only frown left in the room was on Ray’s brow, but when Jill began to un­dress Tom 
with del­ic­ate, caress­ing hands, An­ita moved to him and gently touched his arm.

“It’s go­ing to be all right,” she whispered. “Don’t you want me?”

“Sure, sure,” he mur­mured. “But—”

“There’s no buts or ifs or maybes,” she said firmly, “you must be fair! And Tom must be fair 
too. What’s good for one is good for the other.”

“I guess so,” shrugged the young man and then he watched again as Jill sank slowly to her
knees.

The girl was pro­gress­ing by leaps and bounds, for when her tongue zig-zagged up on 
the un­der­side of Tom’s prick his en­tire body went stiff as if an elec­tric shock had 
para­lyzed him and then he began to tremble. What a del­ic­ate touch she had.

An­ita snuggled up to her hus­band. Sweetly she caressed his cheek and then kissed the 
side of his neck.

“You can fuck her if you want, I won’t mind, really,” she said.

“An­ita.” It was Ray’s last protest.

“And of course you won’t mind watch­ing me do it with Ray, will you? Just ima­gine, the 
four of us to­gether, all the things we can do!”

Tom was quite bey­ond ar­guing, bey­ond an­ger and jeal­ousy. There was only that 
tongue fret­ting between his legs, search­ing, fond­ling him, jab­bing at his sac and com­ing 
up again the en­tire length of his prick. Jill was mak­ing damn sure he wouldn’t come upon 
any silly jeal­ous thoughts any­more, and when she had reached the glans this time, up went 
her little face and down again, let­ting the prick shoot into her mouth.

“Oh­h­h­h­h­hhh,” groaned Tom, bend­ing over, reach­ing for the girl.

“Mmmmmmmm,” went Jill, fiercely lunging as she pulled on his cock with her lips. Then, 
quite sud­denly, she jumped up.

“Come,” she said brightly. “Let’s go to bed.”

Tom real­ized that the last time he had balled a sev­en­teen year old girl was dur­ing his 
senior year in high school, quite a num­ber of years ago. Now every fiber in his body cried out
of her, yearned for that silken soft­ness he knew he would find in her arms. He wanted to 
touch, to feel, and as she backed away in the dir­ec­tion of the bed, he fol­lowed with fin­gers
ex­ten­ded to­ward her breasts. She sat down slowly and he touched her. Ten­derly, gently, 
his fin­gers ex­plored the two sweet mounds. They played with the nipples, made them hard, 
slipped side­ways un­der the girl’s armpits where everything was warmth and youth.

The thought of Linda, prob­ably on her way up at this very in­stant, shot through his mind 
at the mo­ment when Jill pulled him by the shoulders as she let her­self fall back. And with 
Linda’s im­age came that of her won­der­fully fem­in­ine and at the same time boy­ish body, 
strong, young, smooth, unit­ing with this girl’s.

Jill and Linda, Linda and Jill, and An­ita, his head was spin­ning and with a groan of 
over­whelm­ing de­sire he stabbed his hugely dis­ten­ded prick into the ad­oles­cent vulva.

“Go, go!” he heard voices be­hind him. “Go, Tommy, fuck her!” There were hands on his 
but­tocks, on his back, fin­gers in his crack, search­ing for his ass, and he knew that they were 
the same as earlier in the even­ing. Linda had ar­rived, Linda had joined in. Frantic­ally, he 
struggled and humped over the girl, clutch­ing at her young body, feel­ing it jerk and 
con­vulse with de­sire at every jab of his cock, and then Linda’s fin­ger went into him quite 
deeply.

Tom roared with pleas­ure, his teeth fastened to the side of Jill’s long, smooth throat and 
with jaws trem­bling, so as not to hurt her, he nibbled and licked, felt the jug­u­lar vein 
pulsate in her throat as the or­gasm ap­proached, felt as much as he heard her deep, 
rap­tur­ous groans when she let go, and then yet an­other hand, grop­ing for his balls, was 
press­ing and squeez­ing un­til the con­tents of them spilled out, pumped through his prick 
and up into the girl’s cunt.

“Shoot it, yes, drop your load into me!” screamed Jill and began to squirm as if in ter­rible 
pain. “Oh yes, Tom, fill me up!”

Tom’s torso reared up in the ec­stasy of his ejac­u­la­tion and then he fell for­ward as if an
axe had cut him down, twitch­ing briefly from time to time, his head rest­ing against the girl’s 
shoulder. She was still mov­ing slowly in un­du­lat­ing waves and the fin­ger in his as­shole 
was still turn­ing, screw­ing, ream­ing him out, but he no longer had the strength to re­act.

To­gether Linda and An­ita lif­ted and pulled him off the girl and stretched him out on the
bed. An­ita went between his legs to clean him off with her tongue, as thor­oughly as she had
in­struc­ted Jill to do to Ray.

But Jill’s crotch was not left un­at­ten­ded. De­lighted to have found this pretty young girl 
in her mis­tress’s apart­ment, Linda was not go­ing to waste any time, and her tender lips and 
tongue were already between her thighs, search­ing. Small, quick flicks of the tongue caught 
the sperm that was ooz­ing from the girl, caught the tur­gid Little clit and made it vi­brate. It 
was not of­ten, thought Linda, that she had tasted sperm on her tongue, but when it came 
from so de­light­ful a source as this, what did it mat­ter?

Her only dis­turb­ance came when poor Ray, all ex­cited once more from what he had 
seen and his prick pre­ced­ing him by a full twelve inches, in­no­cently tried to stick it up this 
lovely new ar­rival’s as­shole. As long as he did not go any lower Linda re­fused to be 
dis­trac­ted, since a simple con­trac­tion of her sphinc­ter tightened up her anus suf­fi­ciently 
to make all pen­et­ra­tion totally im­possible. But soon the long cock, re­pulsed at one 
ori­fice, des­cen­ded to snoop and search for the other one, slid­ing in much too eas­ily 
between the young wo­man’s thighs, she found.

Of course she was ex­cited, of course she was wet now, but not to lub­ric­ate the pas­sage
of a man’s prick! It was for that girl, only for her. Still she did not turn around and kept her 
legs pressed to­gether as much as she could, giv­ing all of her at­ten­tion to the cunt be­fore 
her.

Her res­ist­ance seemed to arouse him more and the pok­ing and prod­ding was get­ting 
more and more in­sist­ent. Al­most to her hor­ror, Linda found that she en­joyed what he was
do­ing and when the glans of that long young prick was fi­nally at the very edge of her 
ori­fice, the only thought that came to her mind was for him to push harder!

But Linda was a strong and very pre­ju­diced young wo­man. At the last mo­ment she 
whirled around and over-re­act­ing quite nas­tily, her hand lashed out like the paw of a cat, 
the ends of her fin­gers catch­ing the glans and slap­ping it aside.

“Ouch!” yelled Ray, jump­ing back and bend­ing over, hold­ing both hands pro­tect­ively 
over his sens­it­ive or­gan. His young face bore the ex­pres­sion of dis­may that an un­justly 
ac­cused little boy would have.

“Just don’t try it again,” hissed Linda and—to the busi­ness of suck­ing out Jill’s puss.

CHAPTER SIX

The tip of Ray’s penis was still a little sore when he awoke, blink­ing into the sun­light. It 
was com­ing in between the drawn cur­tain and the frame of the win­dow, a sliver of it 
shin­ing dir­ectly on his face.

Ray stretched and his right arm touched some­thing warm and soft. He turned his head 
and only then real­ized that he was in un­fa­mil­iar sur­round­ings. Peace­ful in sleep, long 
lashes curving down on vel­vety cheeks, An­ita’s face ex­pressed noth­ing of last night’s 
sexual fury.

She way ly­ing on her side, turned to­ward him, and when Ray slid his hand down, along 
her arm, she sighed, moved, and took his hand into hers without open­ing her eyes. Bey­ond 
the curve of her hip was the slender out­line of Linda’s back.

Ray turned his head to the right, saw Jill’s flow­ing blonde hair on the pil­low and craned 
his neck. Yes, there was Tom, up­side down, his feet on the pil­low and his head at the foot of 
the bed, fast asleep, the girl’s legs wrapped around his torso, his own thighs open and Jill’s 
arms hold­ing the lower part of his body.

Gingerly Ray moved a little closer to­ward An­ita and dis­creetly placed a kiss on her 
fore­head. She smiled, her eyes still closed, and sighed. The young man listened to Tom’s deep
breath­ing and re­as­sured that the jeal­ous hus­band was still asleep, he kissed the 
awaken­ing wife fully on the mouth.

Warm and soft, her arms reached for him and then her body was un­du­lat­ing against his,
pro­vok­ing an im­me­di­ate re­ac­tion in him. Rising stiffly, his prick ex­ten­ded into the 
re­cess between An­ita’s thighs.

“You really want to fuck, don’t you?” she whispered and smiled, fully awake now and Ray 
nod­ded eagerly.

“But we do have to ask Tom. I just don’t feel right about it this way, and what if he should 
wake up in the middle? He just might take it wrong.”

Ray’s whis­per was angry, im­pa­tient.

“What about Jill? He’s been hav­ing fun with my girl friend, and I didn’t say a thing. Fair is 
fair, after all, don’t you think so?”

“Of course, of course, you poor boy,” she soothed him, smooth­ing his strag­gly hair, “and 
I want to do it with you, I really do, so much! But don’t be so frantic, I’m sure it will be all right 
if we let him watch. It’s feel­ing left out that hurts, Ray. Why don’t you ask him? I think you 
should. After all, it’s true, he and Jill are get­ting along just fine.”

Ray hes­it­ated for a mo­ment, but then he turned around and reach­ing across his girl 
friend, prod­ded Tom’s foot which was the closest part of him he could reach.

“Whaddya want?” asked Tom.

“It’s about An­ita! You’ve been fuck­ing with Jill, and—well—I thought it would be fair, you
un­der­stand?”

“You wanna screw her?” sighed Tom and yawned.

“Well, yes, if you put it that way.”

“Gee, what time is it?” wondered Tom, “I’m beat. Yeah, go ahead, screw her!”

“He says it’s okay, you heard him,” grinned Ray as he turned to An­ita.

“Oh come on,” the young wo­man smiled, but some­how she seemed dis­ap­poin­ted or 
an­noyed, “he doesn’t even know where he is right now, he’s so sleepy.”

“But he said it, he said it!” In­sisted Ray. “Well, then let me ask him. I don’t want him to tell 
me later on that he hadn’t un­der­stood.”

Slowly she climbed across Ray’s body and they changed places. Then she began to 
whis­per.

“Tom, are you awake?”

“mmmm—”

“Does that mean yes or no?”

“Yeah-”

“What did Ray ask you?”

“Who?”

“Ray!”

“Who’s that?”

“You see? You see, I was right, he doesn’t know what he’s talk­ing about!” An­ita smiled at 
Ray now and this time she was def­in­itely pleased that she was able to find some other cause
than in­dif­fer­ence to her hus­band’s con­sent.

“Look, let him sleep a bit longer,” she reasoned with the boy, “and the two oth­ers also. 
They can use it. But if you prom­ise not to force me into any­thing, I’ll go next door with you 
and I’ll go down on you again, like last night.”

“That’s nice, An­ita,” mur­mured Ray, con­trolling his im­pa­tience and mak­ing him­self 
tender and un­der­stand­ing, “but you know where I want to put it.”

Very sweetly and gently he touched her. So pleas­ant was this con­tact that the young 
wo­man closed her eyes and uttered a low, purring sound. Ray de­cided to get her more 
ex­cited be­fore do­ing any­thing else. With the middle fin­ger of his right hand he began to 
mas­turb­ate her slowly, re­mem­ber­ing how he had al­ways done it to Jill even be­fore he 
had popped her cherry.

“You are so gentle—” breathed An­ita as she came closer hug­ging him while he worked 
on her. “So very, very gentle—when you want to be!”

She reached down to re­turn his caress, de­lighted to find him so stiff, but then looked up 
with sur­prise, for Ray had winced and uttered a little gasp.

“What’s the mat­ter?” she asked, con­cern in her whis­per.

“That bitch of a girl friend of yours,” he grinned wryly. And then he told her about the 
sharp slap he had re­ceived from her a few hours earlier.

“Oh, poor darling,” An­ita mur­mured hold­ing him with her fin­ger­tips press­ing his 
glans, “you sure didn’t have much luck with the ladies last night, did you?”

She took the shaft of his prick between thumb and fore­finger, just bey­ond the rim of the 
glans and moved her hand back and forth for no more than half an inch.

She looked at him.

“Does that hurt?” she asked. Ray shook his head, look­ing pleased. Tim­ing his own 
move­ments to her strokes, he con­tin­ued to jerk her off and they began to kiss.

“If you’re sore at the tip you won’t be able to put it into me any­way,” she said after a 
while, and Ray was glad that her voice soun­ded a bit dis­ap­poin­ted.

“If it’s for that, An­ita, I’d ball you even if a bee had stung it! Oh, just keep do­ing what you
are do­ing, it feels so good! See how fat it got? And stiff?” There was pride in his voice.

“It sure is stiff,” she giggled in a low voice. An­ita was be­gin­ning to en­joy him 
thor­oughly and was secretly very proud to find him so hard for her in spite of his pain. She 
no longer felt like get­ting up and break­ing the rhythm and, look­ing at the oth­ers, mak­ing 
sure that they were all soundly asleep, she put her face close to Ray’s ear and told him that 
she would try and go down on him right there in the bed and that she would make his poor 
pecker all bet­ter with her tongue. Now that his fin­ger was work­ing in­side her pussy, 
mak­ing it cream, the thought of Tom right next to them and not know­ing what was go­ing 
on ex­cited her much more than it made her feel guilty.

Slowly and care­fully she made her way down to his crotch, plunging and dis­ap­pear­ing 
un­der the sheet. But she moved her feet and legs up at the same time, de­term­ined not to 
forego his sweet caress of her crotch.

In the damp dark­ness un­der the blanket, grop­ing with fin­gers and mouth, she quickly 
found the ob­ject of her search. The glans was smooth, the del­ic­ate skin taut un­der the 
ef­fects of his erec­tion, and, tak­ing great care not to touch him with her teeth, she slipped 
her moistened lips over it.

Her right hand was still hold­ing him by the shaft and she could feel throbs run through it 
as she began to pump slowly.

With her left hand she groped for his balls and when she squeezed them lightly his middle
fin­ger plunged into the depths of her cunt with a squishy sound.

If he comes now, I won’t let one single drop es­cape, she told her­self. But she didn’t feel 
sure at all about want­ing him to come into her mouth when she still had not felt his 
hand­some young body buck between her thighs, his lance planted in­side her! And then, 
when she no longer thought about any­thing, when she felt only the pok­ing and jab­bing of 
Ray’s fin­ger at one end and of his cock at the other, she was jol­ted out of her en­joy­ment 
by Tom’s harsh voice.

“An­ita! What are you do­ing!”

All the fright she had felt be­fore her hus­band’s rage when he had sus­pec­ted her of 
in­fi­del­ity, only the night be­fore last, filled her heart again. Frantic­ally she tried to come 
back up, to turn around, but a strong hand was hold­ing her ankle and the sheet was pulled 
back. She was still hold­ing on to Ray’s prick with both hands, simply for sup­port, but there 
could be little doubt about her re­cent activ­it­ies.

“You’ve been giv­ing him a mouth-job, haven’t you?” asked Tom sternly. There was that 
glint of amuse­ment in his eyes, but she wasn’t quite sure. It could be an­ger.

“I said you two could screw, didn’t I?” de­man­ded Tom. “Did you hear me say any­thing 
about this? Did I say you could blow him?”

“No—” she stammered.

“Well then you simply did it without my per­mis­sion. So now, I’m en­titled to 
com­pens­a­tion, and you’re go­ing to give me head!”

An­ita sighed with re­lief. If that was all he wanted! She smiled up at him from her 
up­side-down po­s­i­tion and he re­leased her foot so that she could come up to­ward him. 
His hand probed into her vulva.

“You’ve got­ten her pretty hot, haven’t you?” Tom smiled at Ray. “Oh, it’s all right, I mean 
what’s done is done. There’s noth­ing wrong about it, don’t worry, I’m not a com­plete idiot.”

“Oh Tom, Tom,” mur­mured An­ita ten­derly and kissed him fondly and said, “you’re really 
a swell guy! You know that? I’m glad I mar­ried you.”

“I’m not sorry about it either,” grinned Tom. His blood was stir­ring again, now that he was
res­ted, and his hands were roam­ing all over An­ita’s body.

The move­ments and activ­it­ies of these three did not fail in awaken­ing the two 
re­main­ing fe­males. Linda sat up, rub­bing her eyes and si­lently watched as An­ita 
squirmed with pleas­ure un­der her hus­band’s caresses while Ray kissed her neck from 
be­hind and fingered her but­tocks. Jill in turn opened her eyes and sighed, stretched, then 
climbed over the busy group to snuggle up to Linda.

“Make me come—please—” she said simply, press­ing her belly against the young 
wo­man.

“Right now? Be­fore break­fast?” grinned Linda.

“Yes, right now—”

The little vulva against the wo­man’s thigh was all wet and Linda reached for it gently. But 
then Tom looked up and de­clared that nobody was to do any­thing be­fore he could prove 
to An­ita that he no longer bore her any grudge.

“I want my little wife to be catered to a little, this time, I want every­body to join in, and I 
mean every­body. Any sug­ges­tions?”

Ray shrugged. “Well, you’re the hus­band after all, you pick your spot first,” he said.

“Her mouth then,” replied Tom. “I am go­ing to fuck her mouth, be­cause I do want you to
get your rocks off in the right place for once, you have waited long enough. But wait, be­fore 
you start, let’s fig­ure out ex­actly how we should all be placed so that every­body gets his 
share! Linda, you’re next, take your pick of what is left!”

Linda sidled over and began squeez­ing An­ita’s left breast, mak­ing it bulge out between 
her fin­gers, the nipple raised and hard. An­ita was whim­per­ing with ec­stasy, de­lighted at 
the pro­spect of hav­ing every­body ser­vice her.

“I’ll take care of her tit­ties,” chuckled Linda, “her sweet, de­li­cious tit­ties! Look—look 
how they’re swell­ing when she gets ex­cited, just look at them!”

“And what about me?” asked Jill.

“You?” laughed Linda, “well there’s just one spot left, is there—that would seem to make 
your choice fairly easy.”

“You mean—”

“I sure do! Don’t you like as­sholes?” Every­body laughed at the girl’s scep­tical shrug. Her 
pretty blue eyes looked doubt­ful.

“Well, you just try it, and I bet once you get go­ing you’ll en­joy it as much as An­ita will,” 
said Linda with fi­nal­ity. “And now let’s see how we’re go­ing to do it.”

She took An­ita un­der her arms and pulled her up to her knees.

“Spread your legs, darling, come on-there, that’s bet­ter, that way Ray can lie down 
between your knees. Come on, Ray, let’s see, slide down there, on your back, yes, that’s it!” 
The young man wedged him­self into po­s­i­tion, his erec­ted cock up against An­ita’s bush 
and Linda took it with her left hand and goosed An­ita’s ass with the right un­til the wo­man 
lif­ted her­self up far enough to be screwed prop­erly.

An­ita moved as she was pushed, bab­bling in­co­her­ently in her ex­cite­ment, cry­ing 
out with pleas­ure when the prick between her legs entered her womb. She began thrust­ing 
im­me­di­ately bob­bing up and down un­til Linda, laugh­ing, stopped her and held her.

“Not yet, not yet, silly,” she said, “just wait un­til we all get our share.” She then took Jill’s 
arm and in­struc­ted her to lie down flat on her back, her shoulders rest­ing on Ray’s 
ex­ten­ded knees and her head fall­ing back between his thighs, just be­low An­ita’s crack.

“There now, can you reach her? Put your arms around her legs, that way you get some 
lever­age.”

Jill craned her neck, tongue ex­ten­ded, and com­ing up from be­low she slid it along the 
cre­vasse to­ward the anus. In her open-legged po­s­i­tion, An­ita presen­ted a fairly 
ac­cess­ible and gap­ing little hole, so that Jill’s tongue was able to enter it al­most 
im­me­di­ately.

“As for you, Tom, you had best stand up. Wait, use my shoulders to steady your­self, sit on 
them, like that, there, no, you’re not too heavy-” She had now straddled Ray, kneel­ing 
op­pos­ite An­ita, sup­port­ing Tom on her shoulders as she hunched over, lips grop­ing for 
the wo­man’s breasts. In­deed he was not heavy since most of his weight was still sup­por­ted
by his feet, planted on the mat­tress, and now he took his wife’s face in both hands and 
smiled down at her. Read­ily she opened her mouth and in he went.

“Now you can move all you want, my darling,” purred Linda and sucked one breast into 
her mouth. An­ita ex­ploded into quick and frantic mo­tion and Linda felt Ray’s breath 
between her thighs. She kept suck­ing the tits be­fore her but smiled at his re­straint. Ray 
made no ef­fort to reach her cunt, to kiss or lick it, and she was con­vinced that it was not for 
lack of in­terest but simply be­cause he had learned to re­spect her wishes. Very gently she 
lowered her ab­do­men, touch­ing her vulva to his lips, just for a frac­tion of a second, then 
lif­ted up and came down again, re­peat­ing the slight con­tact to make him un­der­stand 
that she would now wel­come his at­ten­tions in that spot. Man or wo­man, what did it 
mat­ter now, she thought, as long as the tongue is gentle. She could not see him any­way and
it would soothe her in her mount­ing ex­cite­ment over the lus­cious breasts be­fore her.

Ray did not need much prompt­ing and the first tent­at­ive lick was soon fol­lowed by 
quick, deep jabs of his tongue. He could not see An­ita, the one he was pen­et­rat­ing, he 
could not hold her in his arms, but the del­ic­ate gash be­fore him, smelling of wo­man and 
of de­sire, was more than ad­equate com­pens­a­tion. Hun­grily he went for the cen­ter, for 
the little hole, prom­ising him­self that sooner or later he would stick his cock into it, whether 
Linda wanted him to or not.

As for Jill, once she had felt the twitch­ing of the little as­shole around her tongue, she 
quickly over­came her ini­tial re­luct­ance and now her chin was mov­ing up and down 
stead­ily as she tried to go in deeper with each stroke, de­lighted to feel the juices of love that
were ooz­ing from An­ita’s pump­ing cunt upon her fore­head.

There were deep moans in An­ita’s breast, stifled by the prick that reamed out her mouth, 
but clearly aud­ible to Linda. She knew just ex­actly when the young wo­man was go­ing to 
cli­max and that know­ledge went through her like an elec­tric charge. Ram­ming her crotch 
down on Ray’s mouth she rubbed it from side to side and clung to An­ita with both arms, 
nib­bling ten­derly on her breasts, tim­ing her own or­gasm to co­in­cide with hers.

As for the two men, they also felt that it was go­ing to hap­pen, they sensed the 
mount­ing rap­ture of both wo­men, braced them­selves and let go, filling An­ita’s mouth 
and her cunt at the same time.

Only Jill, at the other end, had noth­ing but a nimble fin­ger to bring her any re­lief, not 
enough though to pro­voke a cli­max at this point. She whimpered when her boy friend’s 
come began drib­bling down, arched her back and tried to gather it with her mouth, then 
poked her tongue up against the still pis­ton­ing rod and the bulge at the rim of An­ita’s 
pussy.

An­ita was in­co­her­ent for quite a while after her ex­per­i­ence. She sank into the arms 
that re­ceived her, let her­self be cuddled and kissed without re­act­ing, gasp­ing for breath, 
and was fi­nally tucked in with tender lov­ing care, at one side of the bed, to rest and re­cover
from the most vi­ol­ent or­gasm, bar none, she had ever ex­per­i­enced in her life.

Jill was sit­ting at the other end while the oth­ers at­ten­ded to An­ita, her knees drawn up
and her chin rest­ing on them, arms wrapped around her legs. She was slowly rock­ing back 
and forth, try­ing to be pa­tient, wait­ing, wait­ing for what she needed and un­will­ing to 
bring about with her own hands that which oth­ers would soon give her.

It was Linda, of course, the most at­tent­ive to an­other wo­man’s needs and de­sires, who
solved the prob­lem now. She dar­ted into the kit­chen where she soon found what she was 
look­ing for, a candle of the right di­men­sions. With a knife she quickly carved a few 
in­cisions into the sur­face which she then smoothed with her fin­ger, the warmth of her hand
soften­ing the wax.

“Here, look what I have for you,” she cried out as she rushed back to the bed and held the 
ob­ject un­der Jill’s nose.

“A candle?”

“Sure, didn’t you see the state our two gal­lant knights are in? Would you rather wait for 
their re­cov­ery?” And she poin­ted at their crotches with all the dis­dain of a wo­man who 
truly pre­ferred the at­ten­tion of other fe­males to the prowess of the stronger sex.

Again Jill seemed to hes­it­ate as she faced one more new ex­per­i­ence but already 
Linda’s strong hands pushed her back against a pile of pil­lows.

“Just re­lax and open up, sweetie,” she purred, “just let momma take care of everything! 
You don’t think I would hurt you, do you?”

The two men stared in fas­cin­a­tion as the slender young legs par­ted slowly and the wet 
little pussy opened. Hold­ing the candle in her right hand Linda began by twid­dling the girl’s 
clit­oris very gently to help her re­lax and then rubbed the tip of the candle, taper­ing al­most
to a point and let­ting the white wick emerge a little, against the en­tire length of the gash. Jill
sighed and squirmed but her legs opened wider than be­fore.

“That’s my girl now, that’s right,” mur­mured Linda, “now you tell me if that doesn’t feel 
nice...” She had be­gun in­sert­ing the ob­ject. It was not quite as wide as a real penis and 
much more tapered, but also stiffer. By mov­ing it in the proper man­ner, Linda was able to 
press all around against the walls of the cunt chan­nel, and when she star­ted to move back 
and forth, the re­lief she had cut into the waxen sur­face pro­voked the kind of fric­tion Jill 
needed.

She sighed and let her head fall to one side, eyes half closed, as she aban­doned her­self 
to whatever the wo­man wanted to do. Little by little, pump­ing in very short strokes, the 
candle was in­ser­ted un­til Linda could barely hold the end, so little room was left for her to 
grip.

Then, with a de­cis­ive little push, she shoved the en­tire ob­ject up into the cunt be­fore 
her and glued her mouth to the open­ing. With the tip of her tongue she could still reach the 
end of the candle, and this she used now to push. Since Jill was squirm­ing now, her belly 
rising and fall­ing and her loins twitch­ing with the thrust­ing move­ments of in­ter­course, 
each of her jerks ten­ded to push the candle out of her cunt again, and that was when Linda 
rammed it back in with her mouth. To the de­lighted teen­ager it seemed as if she were 
be­ing fucked and sucked at the same time and when Ray put his arms around her and 
mas­saged her young breasts with one hand, kiss­ing her mouth very lov­ingly, Jill’s bliss was 
com­plete. She moaned in his arms, she licked at his mouth and twitched, totally sat­is­fied 
with the treat­ment.

“You think you are go­ing to make her come that way?” asked Tom, highly in­ter­ested.

“I am sure of it,” smiled Linda. “Just look here, look at all the cream com­ing out of her 
now.” She had sat up and was op­er­at­ing the im­pro­vised dildo with the tip of her fin­ger 
now.

“See how her cunt is twitch­ing? Why, it’s just a mat­ter of seconds, that’s all, Tom. Now 
watch this!”

She rammed the candle home, push­ing her fin­ger in be­hind it and bent over once more
to take the girl’s clit­oris between her lips. With strong suc­tion she pulled on it, rubbed her 
tongue against the tur­gid little but­ton, and Jill’s back arched up, her eyes rolled in their 
sock­ets as she gasped for breath.

Then she screamed, cling­ing to Ray, screamed for joy, every muscle in her young body 
twitch­ing and strain­ing, as the cli­max rose to its most in­tense peak.

“There, what did I tell you?” said Linda proudly, watch­ing the li­quid res­ult of the girl’s 
dis­charge flow down over her hand. Tom nod­ded, sat­is­fied that this chick really knew what 
she was do­ing. She was cer­tainly handy to have around An­ita, he thought, once again 
real­iz­ing how quickly and sud­denly his sex life at home had im­proved. Why, if this keeps 
up, he mused, he would no longer have to spend time and en­ergy on the out­side to get 
what he needed.

Feel­ing a little guilty now over all the small and big in­fi­del­it­ies he had com­mit­ted 
and about which his wife knew noth­ing, Tom now turned to her with great ten­der­ness. She 
was smil­ing at him from be­neath her blanket, her pretty face peace­ful and happy. She 
seemed to have re­covered very nicely from her bout with four lov­ers.

“Jill just came, didn’t she?” asked An­ita softly. “I wasn’t able to see, with every­body 
crowding around her.”

“Yes, she had an or­gasm,” he told her gently and brushed a strand of au­burn hair away 
from her fore­head. It was still moist with per­spir­a­tion. Lov­ingly he kissed it and then took 
her lips. It was a gentle, al­most chaste little kiss with just the tips of their tongues touch­ing.

“You do love me still?” she asked him softly as if seek­ing re­as­sur­ance.

“More than ever, An­ita,” he smiled and out of the corner of his eyes he could see Linda 
mak­ing a face at him as if to say, “Mush!” It might be in­ter­est­ing to see her fall for her first 
man, he thought. But lack­ing this, it would be al­most as in­ter­est­ing to see her get­ting 
ec­static with a cock up her re­luct­ant twat. And this was some­thing he prom­ised him­self 
he would do.

“Who is go­ing to fix break­fast?” asked Linda brightly. But there were no vo­lun­teers.

“Let’s all go out and have a brunch in town,” pro­posed Tom and this was ac­claimed as 
one of the greatest ideas he had ever had. In a jiffy they got dressed and a few minutes later 
the happy group poured out of the el­ev­ator and into the quiet Sunday street.

“Let’s go to Hamilton’s,” said An­ita, “they have a gor­geous buf­fet and gor­geous 
people!”

“We are the most gor­geous ones,” laughed Jill and em­braced the nearest tree. An 
eld­erly gen­tle­man walk­ing his dog stopped and smiled at them, but when Jill play­fully 
lif­ted her skirt and showed him that she had for­got­ten to put on panties today, he turned 
away, shak­ing his head, and walked on, mum­bling to him­self.

“If you really want to be sexy,” smiled Linda as she took the teen­ager’s arm, “you must 
learn to be a per­fect lady on the out­side. People barely dare re­mem­ber any­more that 
be­neath your skirt there is a plump little cunt, but they know it nev­er­the­less, they know it 
all the time, and that ex­cites them. Be­lieve me, I know.”

Jill was go­ing to ar­gue the point but then she thought bet­ter of it. Such deep 
as­sur­ance em­an­ated from the young wo­man, such wis­dom in the ways of the world, that
she re­cog­nized she could learn from her.

They walked to Hamilton’s and climbed the nar­row stair­way to the sunny floor where 
small tables were scattered around the huge round buf­fet. There were quite a num­ber of 
people sit­ting around and a small line had formed be­fore the smoked sal­mon plat­ter. The 
smell of freshly-toasted Eng­lish muffins hung in the air and An­ita re­membered how much 
she had loved com­ing here with Tom when they had first moved into the neigh­bor­hood. 
Sunday brunch, in her sub­con­scious, was al­ways tied to the peace­ful and happy feel­ing 
one had after a good morn­ing fuck.

The cof­fee was strong and good, the muffins just right, and the five young people sit­ting
to­gether around the small table were the very pic­ture of con­tent­ment. So hand­some did 
they look, so care­lessly gay, that soon they had drawn the at­ten­tion of most of the other 
guests.

There was the usual crowd of un­at­tached singles to whom Hamilton’s brunch not only 
meant not to have to cook, but also a chance of strik­ing up a con­ver­sa­tion with 
some­body nice.

One young man, alone at his table, in par­tic­u­lar, seemed quite un­able to take his eyes 
off Jill. He was fol­low­ing her every move with wist­ful glances, and when she turned 
side­ways and their eyes happened to meet, he smiled brightly.

Quickly Jill turned away and put her face down, gig­gling softly.

“Be­have your­self,” grumbled Ray who had no in­ten­tions of shar­ing his little play­mate 
with any more men. Tom was quite enough, and Tom had some­thing to of­fer after all, with 
that lovely wife of his.

“I’m not do­ing any­thing,” pro­tested Jill, but then she was un­able to res­ist her 
curi­os­ity and glanced over at the man once more. It did not take more than that, and the 
fel­low was up on his feet and com­ing over to them.

He was tall, tanned, good-look­ing, per­haps in his late twen­ties, cer­tainly not yet thirty.

“Hi,” he said, very re­laxed and sure of him­self. “Isn’t there one gen­tle­man miss­ing here
some­where?”

They all looked up at him. “What do you mean?” asked Linda.

“Well, three lovely ladies and two young men, that leaves one open­ing, doesn’t it?”

“And of course you’re the one to fill that open­ing?” she grinned. He smiled back and 
bowed slightly.

“Mar­tin Lam­bert,” he in­tro­duced him­self.

“Linda Madro,” replied the young wo­man with a little nod. “Pull up a chair, Mar­tin, and I 
shall make the in­tro­duc­tions. This here is An­ita, and that is her hus­band, Tom. Jill here is 
Ray’s girl-friend, fi­ance, whatever you want to call it.”

“Then you are the su­per-nu­mer­ary?” smiled Mar­tin, ap­par­ently not too sorry to find 
that Linda, rather than Jill, might be the one to work on.

“Not ex­actly, you see,” she grinned and the oth­ers re­mained per­fectly si­lent, amused, 
curi­ous to hear what she would say to him.

Mar­tin moved his chair in a little closer and after shak­ing hands all around turned to 
Linda once more.

“It is rare to see three wo­men at one table look­ing equally pretty,” said the new­comer 
gal­lantly. “Where is your boy­friend, Linda?”

“Hanged him­self last night,” she replied cas­u­ally, “but I don’t hold it against him, after 
what I put him through.”

Mar­tin Lam­bert laughed. “Then the field is clear?” he asked hap­pily.

“If you are sui­cidal,” she shrugged.

“Noth­ing would be sweeter than self-im­mol­a­tion on the al­tar of your charms,” he 
replied suavely. “I don’t know what you have all planned for this lovely Sunday, but may I 
sug­gest my boat? It would be nice to spend a day like this on the Sound, don’t you think so?”

“You’ve got a boat?” asked Jill, ex­citedly. “I get sea­sick,” re­marked Ray. “I can’t stand 
boats.”

“Oh no, you know that isn’t true,” pro­tested Jill. “You even told me you wanted to live on 
a boat.”

“Yeah, but not with him.”

Mar­tin did not seem of­fen­ded in the least. He smiled at Ray.

“Well,” he said, “we could an­chor in a little bay, on a day like this there should be no 
waves at all, and it’s a lot bet­ter than a crowded beach. Any of you fish?”

Tom seemed in­ter­ested. “What’s run­ning?” he asked.

“Some stripers, I hear. If you’re in­ter­ested I’ve got all the gear you’d need right on the 
boat. And if any of you want to try your luck with a spear and a snorkel, I have that too.”

“Have you got aqua­lungs?” asked Linda. “I un­der­stand that two people with those, 
un­der wa­ter—well, it opens a lot of pos­sib­il­it­ies...” The young man laughed hap­pily. He 
told them that he did not have any on board but that if Linda prom­ised to show him what 
she meant he could pick up a couple at the mar­ina where a friend of his had a diving sta­tion.

Since Linda seemed very much in­ter­ested and the oth­ers, with the ex­cep­tion of Ray, 
were be­com­ing more and more en­thu­si­astic, it was fi­nally de­cided to ac­cept Mar­tin 
Lam­bert’s of­fer and an hour later they were head­ing to­ward City Is­land where he kept his 
boat.

CHAPTER SEVEN

Mar­tin Lam­bert’s boat was all the oth­ers had ex­pec­ted and more. Driven by a 
power­ful in­board mo­tor, it spor­ted a fly-deck, cabin and gal­ley, and a spa­cious rear deck 
with com­fort­able chairs and rub­ber mat­tresses. As soon as their host had taken the boat 
out into the Sound, his guests began to un­dress.

“We haven’t brought any bathing suits, of course,” Linda called up to him, “but I’m sure 
you’ll un­der­stand that we would like to take ad­vant­age of the sun any­way.”

The five friends were soon as na­ked as on the day they were born but, too shy yet to be 
as free with each other as they had been that morn­ing, in the pres­ence of Mar­tin, they 
con­ten­ted them­selves with ac­tual sun-bathing. Linda climbed up to the com­mand bridge 
where she let the wind cool her face, short black hair flut­ter­ing, aware of the young man’s 
side­long glances of ad­mir­a­tion.

Jill and Ray made their way for­ward and stretched out on tow­els they had spread on the 
deck, the young man on his back and Jill on her tummy, fa­cing each other and whis­per­ing.

As for Tom and An­ita, like an old couple on their Sunday out­ing, they were re­clin­ing on
their deck chairs, Tom dangling a line over the rail­ing, the lure boun­cing use­lessly along on 
the sur­face of the wa­ter.

“You think you’re go­ing to catch some­thing?” asked An­ita lazily.

“Nope.”

“Then what are you do­ing with that fish­ing pole?”

“Jus­ti­fy­ing my pres­ence. It gives me some­thing to do.”

“I could think of bet­ter things,” she smiled without look­ing at him.

“So could I,” he grinned back, “but let’s give the poor fel­low a little time to get used to 
us.”

“He’s after Linda, you know that,” she re­marked. “And some­thing tells me you’re not 
go­ing to like it if any­body, any male that is, makes out with her be­fore you. Am I right?”

“Not a chance,” he shrugged. “Just look at her. She’s put­ting him on, that’s all.” Tom’s 
eyes fol­lowed the dir­ec­tion of An­ita’s gaze and he saw the lovely twin mounds of Linda’s 
but­tocks as she leaned for­ward on her el­bows, her shoulder al­most touch­ing that of 
Mar­tin. They both seemed deeply en­grossed in con­ver­sa­tion and from time to time Linda 
threw her head back and laughed.

“Just kid­ding around, that’s all,” mur­mured Tom and looked away.

“I wouldn’t be too sure, darling,” said An­ita quietly. “Linda has this thing about men, but 
the day will come sooner or later when she be­comes more and more curi­ous. She is curi­ous
about all that’s sen­su­ous, you know.”

“What are you try­ing to do, An­ita?” asked Tom lightly, “worry me?” She looked at him 
in­tensely, al­most pas­sion­ately.

“I care for Linda,” she said, “and I love you, Tom. I really and truly do, and I want it to be 
you! Don’t pre­tend, darling, I know it has be­come im­port­ant to you, I can tell from the way
you are look­ing at her. Now I could either be jeal­ous or I could be the wife you really need 
and want, the one who will do everything to help you. Can you un­der­stand that?”

“All I know,” he said, very ser­i­ous all of a sud­den, “is that I am prob­ably the luck­i­est 
man in the world, with the best wife one could wish for. And that’s more im­port­ant than all 
the Linda’s and Jill’s and what have you.”

His voice soun­ded so deeply sin­cere and to An­ita it seemed as if it had even trembled a 
little with emo­tion. She sat for­ward in her chair and put out her arms so that she laid her 
hands on his shoulders and looked deeply into his eyes.

“Let me help you, please,” she whispered and he closed his eyes to give his as­sent.

“There is one way I can think of and that might just drive Linda right into your arms,” she 
smiled: “Jeal­ousy.”

“How is that?”

“Look, I per­son­ally be­lieve Mar­tin is mak­ing head­way with her. He’s pretty 
glam­or­ous after all, with the boat, and that silly tan all over his face and chest, isn’t he? But 
it’s not go­ing to be quite as easy for him as he might think just now and he will have to do a 
little more talk­ing, and fast talk­ing too. If he’s the kind of guy I think he is he will find just 
the right words to ex­cite her. But Linda is afraid of men, ba­sic­ally that’s what’s hold­ing her 
back, be­cause of some un­for­tu­nate ex­per­i­ence. It’s not that she couldn’t be temp­ted, 
I’m con­vinced of it.

“Now when things look up for Mar­tin, let me just get in between the two. I’ll start 
mak­ing love to Linda who is not go­ing to res­ist be­cause first of all she likes to do it, and in 
the second place it will be a sort of com­pens­a­tion for her in­terest in Mar­tin. It will en­able
her to prove to her­self that she doesn’t need him and to show him that she is the stronger 
one.”

Tom was listen­ing to her with fas­cin­a­tion. He was only dis­cov­er­ing the depth of that 
wo­man’s sens­it­iv­ity and in­tel­li­gence. Where had An­ita been hid­ing it?

“Now when Linda and I be­gin do­ing things to each other, I am sure Mar­tin is not go­ing
to in­ter­fere, at least not right away. He will want to ob­serve for a while, he will en­joy 
watch­ing two wo­men mak­ing love to each other. One doesn’t get that kind of a chance too
of­ten, does one? And it is one of those fantas­ies most men have, am I not cor­rect, Tom?”

Tom nod­ded. In­deed he had of­ten ima­gined couples with no male in them when he 
used to mas­turb­ate and the events of the last two days had been de­light­ful from a purely 
spec­tator’s point of view, aside from the par­ti­cip­a­tion he had en­joyed.

“Now be­fore any­thing else hap­pens, or per­haps just at the mo­ment when Mar­tin is 
go­ing to make a ges­ture to­ward us, it is I who am go­ing to be in his arms. Linda need only 
hes­it­ate one mo­ment—and she will, let me as­sure you-and it will be enough time for me 
to get to Mar­tin. She will not be ready to fight for him, she will find her­self in a state of 
ut­ter ex­cite­ment, un­sat­is­fied and angry at her­self as well as at me and the man, if I know
her at all. Now what do you think she will do then?”

“She’ll grab Jill,” shrugged Tom.

“Right. Of course she will. Un­less it so hap­pens that Jill is busy and that you are han­dier, 
nearer to her. You, Tom, the hus­band of the very wo­man she just lost her first man to. Do 
you un­der­stand?”

“You are as­sum­ing an aw­ful lot,” smiled Tom. “How can you be sure?”

“Noth­ing is sure in life,” she sighed. “But this much I can tell you,” she ad­ded grimly. “If it
doesn’t work that way then it’ll work an­other. We’re pretty far away from shore now, nobody 
can see us, nobody can hear much. And I prom­ise you that you are go­ing to stick your 
beau­ti­ful prick into her be­fore we get back to shore. I prom­ise.” Tom was touched by her 
loy­alty and her stub­born de­term­in­a­tion to help him. Gently he began to mas­sage her 
breasts and she sighed and closed her eyes.

“Yes, darling, yes... do that... do it, you’re get­ting me very ex­cited, and the more ex­cited 
I’ll be, the bet­ter everything is go­ing to work out.”

When Mar­tin glanced back over his shoulder a few mo­ments later he gulped and did a 
double take, for there were his two new friends, stand­ing up this time, clutch­ing at each 
other while rub­bing sun­tan lo­tion into each other’s bare skin. They had already done their 
bel­lies so that now they could rub them to­gether smoothly, evid­ently en­joy­ing the 
nov­elty of it.

The sight of the pair seemed to ex­cite the young man more than any­thing so far on this 
little voy­age and Linda put one arm around Mar­tin’s waist as if to di­vert his at­ten­tion to 
her­self once more. At that mo­ment though, An­ita up­staged her neatly by tear­ing her­self 
away from her hus­band and dash­ing for­ward, to where Jill and Ray were still sun-bathing. 
She held the bottle of sun­tan lo­tion in her hand and as soon as she had reached the couple 
she squat­ted down and began rub­bing the oil into Ray’s chest and belly.

Jill began turn­ing around to watch her, grin­ning with amuse­ment when her friend’s 
cock began rais­ing its head sky­ward. An­ita had not neg­lected the lower part of the body, 
so del­ic­ate and vul­ner­able to ul­tra­vi­olet rays. Her slip­pery, greasy hand was do­ing a 
first-class job between the boy’s thighs and his erec­tion grew and grew.

“She’s some­thing else, isn’t she?” smiled Mar­tin and turned to Linda. She nod­ded, quite 
un­able to turn away from the pretty scene on the for­ward deck.

Hav­ing fin­ished Ray’s chest, legs, arms and shoulders, his belly and his cock, An­ita was 
now turn­ing to the girl. Gently she pushed her back un­til Jill was stretched out. Her hand slid
gently across the lovely young breasts of the teen­ager, mak­ing them glisten with oil, 
caressed shoulders and arms, and then began to des­cend.

“She isn’t go­ing to...” began Mar­tin, his eyes large with sur­prise and ex­cite­ment, but 
then An­ita was, in­deed, re­peat­ing with the girl the per­form­ance she had given with the 
man.

More than will­ingly, Jill’s thighs par­ted as the young wo­man did the in­sides. First along 
one leg and then along the other, the ex­pert and gentle fin­gers con­tin­ued slid­ing, al­ways
up­ward, al­ways closer to the in­tim­ate parts, to­ward the blonde little bush. Ray sat up to 
see, to fol­low every de­tail of the op­er­a­tion and his hand was nervously clutch­ing at 
him­self.

An­ita had reached Jill’s sex. There was little need for sun­tan lo­tion to be ap­plied as 
deeply as she was do­ing it, there would never be much sun­light en­ter­ing as deeply as her 
fin­gers now went.

“Are these two... I mean, you know, are they...?” Mar­tin asked. He had slowed down the 
boat to a crawl, not wish­ing to di­vert to pi­lot­ing the at­ten­tion he wished to give to the 
hap­pen­ings aboard his ves­sel.

“Don’t be silly,” chuckled Linda. “Don’t ask such silly ques­tions. Nobody is this or that, 
every­body just does what comes nat­ur­ally, what is pleas­ant to do, on the spur of the 
mo­ment.”

“How nice,” com­men­ted the young man and shut off the mo­tor com­pletely. He turned 
to face Linda and sev­eral inches be­low his belt line the spot­less white ma­ter­ial of his 
trousers was bul­ging mean­ing­fully.

“Is that for me? All for me?” asked Linda with a little-girl voice.

“What do you think?” he grinned and then he took her hand to make her touch him.

“Oh, Mar­tin,” she said coyly, res­ist­ing his pull, “to an­swer your ques­tion... these two 
down there aren’t, but I am.”

“What?” He did not seem to un­der­stand.

“I don’t go with men. Never all the way, you un­der­stand. I never have, not vol­un­tar­ily. 
There was a rape once, and that was quite suf­fi­cient, I have no de­sire to re­peat the 
ex­per­i­ence.”

Mar­tin’s mouth fell. “But... but I thought...” he stammered, “I even got the aqua­lungs!”

“Use them with the oth­ers, Mar­tin. They will love it,” Linda tried to con­sole him. But he 
would not let go of her hand.

“I want you,” he said fiercely. His eyes were de­vour­ing her wil­lowy, na­ked body.

“And I want to grow a cock. So what good does all that do us, tell me.” Mar­tin pressed his
lips to­gether and re­leased her hand. He turned his face for­ward again, look­ing down at the
trio on the deck. An­ita was rub­bing Jill’s back now, push­ing her to­ward Ray as she did it. 
The two young lov­ers were soon be­gin­ning to touch each other, gig­gling to find each 
other’s skins so slip­pery and oily.

Jill’s hands quickly slid down to the handle Ray was ex­tend­ing to her and when she held 
on to it, it grew even more. They nibbled at each other’s lips and when An­ita gave Jill’s 
but­tocks a firm but gentle push from be­low, send­ing her sprawl­ing against the boy, 
neither of them needed any fur­ther in­struc­tions. Feel­ing the well-oiled na­ked skins slap 
to­gether they hugged fiercely, rolled over to­gether and began ex­plor­ing and search­ing 
un­til Jill had Ray firmly wedged in between her thighs. His but­tocks began boun­cing, they 
des­cen­ded sud­denly and deeply, and it was quite clear that he had pen­et­rated her.

The young couple would be oc­cu­pied for quite a while now, An­ita knew, and Jill would 
not be the one to at­tract Mar­tin’s at­ten­tions when the time came. She climbed up to the 
bridge, join­ing Linda at Mar­tin’s side.

“You did quite a job on them, didn’t you?” Linda said softly, vis­ibly ex­cited when the 
young wo­man was near her. With her hand she ten­derly pat­ted An­ita’s cheek. Her 
at­ten­tion was ap­par­ently no longer with the young man at all.

“If you two want to have fun,” he said husk­ily, “might as well show you into the cabin. 
You’ll be more com­fort­able there.”

He pre­ceded them down the lad­der and went past Tom with a brief, some­what 
self-con­scious smile in the man’s dir­ec­tion. He too was ap­par­ently less in­ter­ested in sex 
with Linda now than in what these two were go­ing to do.

It wasn’t go­ing just ex­actly the way An­ita had an­ti­cip­ated. The two wo­men fol­lowed
him into the small but cozy space where the seats also served as bunks. Two of them were 
fa­cing each other, with a fold­ing table in the middle, and this Mar­tin now lif­ted out of the 
way. He in­dic­ated one bunk to the girls and sat down com­fort­ably on the other.

“Go ahead,” he said. He was quite re­laxed now, his self-as­sur­ance ob­vi­ously once 
more tak­ing the up­per hand.

“Go ahead, I love to watch.”

An­ita pushed her friend back. With a sigh of happy an­ti­cip­a­tion Linda let her­self 
down, her shoulders touch­ing the soft pad on the bunk and then An­ita’s face was close to 
hers, the sen­su­ous lips moist and hungry, and the pink tongue flicked into her mouth.

While she kissed her, An­ita began to ex­plore Linda’s crotch with deft fin­gers and the 
young wo­man let her thighs fall open without the slight­est con­cern over the man’s 
burn­ing eyes, so close by.

“Isn’t she de­li­cious?” mur­mured Tom who had let him­self down next to Mar­tin.

“Which one?” Mar­tin asked dis­trac­tedly.

“Oh, they’re both won­der­ful, but I was think­ing of my wife right now.”

“You really mar­ried to her?”

“Three years now.”

“And you let her do all that?” Mar­tin did not sound shocked, just in­ter­ested.

“It’s beau­ti­ful, isn’t it?” said Tom in lieu of reply. “Would you be­lieve it if I told you they 
only met day be­fore yes­ter­day?”

“No kid­ding!”

“Yeah, and look, just look how she’s do­ing. Look, An­ita is nib­bling on her throat now, 
she’s be­gin­ning to go down. Just wait un­til you see Linda’s face when she’s got a nice little 
tongue up her twat, then you’ll know what a happy wo­man looks like.”

He was pur­posely say­ing things to ex­cite the one who would soon be in his wife’s arms. 
He wanted to make an ally of Mar­tin.

An­ita’s tonguing began slowly. It was a slow back and forth move­ment across Linda’s 
clit­oris at first but already the prone wo­man arched her back and her body trembled with 
vi­bra­tions from head to toe. The tongue slid down lower, slowly, very slowly, and little 
screams came from Linda’s lips. Her small, nervous hands went into the wavy au­burn mane 
between her legs.

“An­ita, baby,” she groaned, “you’re get­ting there... oh yes, you’re al­most there! Oh, how 
I can feel you, all the way in­side now... yes, yes, push it in, push... push!”

Again she squirmed and writhed.

“Why don’t you kiss her a little?” asked Tom. “Who knows, in the state she’s in you might 
be able to fuck her mouth.”

“Not if she’s a real les­bian,” re­marked Mar­tin, who seemed to have some ex­per­i­ence 
in the mat­ter. He was quite philo­soph­ical about it.

But you’d want to do it?” in­sisted Tom He was speak­ing in whis­pers to avoid be­ing 
heard by Linda.

“Are you kid­ding? Who wouldn’t want to fuck a mouth like that,” grinned the man. A 
com­pli­city and mu­tual un­der­stand­ing was grow­ing between them. Tom had 
un­der­stood that An­ita’s plan was not work­ing out ex­actly and if, as he had guessed, she 
ac­tu­ally in­ten­ded to use force on her friend to make her sub­mit to him, then Mar­tin’s 
help or at least his neut­ral­ity would have to be se­cured.

Linda was be­gin­ning to toss about wildly, the muscles in her arms and legs tens­ing as 
her ex­cite­ment moun­ted and An­ita lif­ted her face, smeared with her juices, out of the 
crotch quite sud­denly.

“An­ita... An­ita...” wailed Linda, squirm­ing des­per­ately and reach­ing out to her as the 
as­cent to the ex­pec­ted par­oxysm was so ab­ruptly in­ter­rup­ted. But the wo­man, without
pay­ing the slight­est at­ten­tion to her, stood up and came over to Mar­tin. She smiled down
at him and put her arms lightly around his neck.

“I could use what you’ve got now,” she said softly and smiled at him.

“May I?” asked Mar­tin po­litely, turn­ing to­ward Tom and smil­ing.

“En­joy her, she’s first-class,” the hus­band re­as­sured him, and Mar­tin’s hands flew as he
stripped off his T-shirt and trousers.

Then he sat, his back straight, his knees pressed to­gether and his prick, a thick, stiff 
in­stru­ment about ten inches long was point­ing straight up at the belly of the wo­man 
be­fore him.

“Come on me?” he asked softly and she nod­ded. Mois­ture was shin­ing between her legs
as she opened them and straddled him. One soft hand seized his cock and then she began 
im­pal­ing her­self on the tool, work­ing it slowly into her­self and twitch­ing with 
ex­cite­ment when it began to throb between her fin­gers and at the mouth of her hole.

Tom turned his at­ten­tion to Linda once his wife was safely in place. The young wo­man 
had propped her­self up on one el­bow and was mas­turb­at­ing furi­ously, but the 
ex­pres­sion on her face was not one of pleas­ure. She was vis­ibly angry, dis­ap­poin­ted and
also quite puzzled.

“What’s with her?” she asked softly, shak­ing her head when Tom came to sit next to her. 
“That’s not like An­ita to leave me high and dry like that! If she wanted to fuck with him, then 
why didn’t she say so—why did she start with me?”

“Do I know everything?” shrugged Tom, and began run­ning his fin­gers through her short
black hair. When she made no move to shake him off, he asked her softly whether she would 
not like him to take over between her legs, whether she might not find his hand more 
ex­cit­ing than her own.

“Oh, come on, Tom,” she smiled wryly and a little im­pa­tiently, “You know bet­ter than 
that by now. No thanks—I’ll make my­self come very nicely, all by my­self.”

“You en­joyed get­ting Ray’s tongue into you this morn­ing though,” he re­minded her.

“Yeah, but I was caress­ing An­ita at the same time, those tits of hers were what I was really
con­cen­trat­ing on.”

He did not in­sist but still reached for her high little breasts.

“Oh, Tom—you’re dis­tract­ing me, that’s all you’re do­ing,” she sighed. “Let me at least 
watch them now!” She was cran­ing her neck to look around him, to see the back­side of 
An­ita’s ass as it bounced on the man’s knees.

“Oh, leave them alone,” said Tom. “Linda! How about it? Don’t you think it’s time you tried 
a man? It would be good for you.” He had little hope of nag­ging her into hav­ing 
in­ter­course with him, but he felt that he should make at least one more ef­fort in 
con­vin­cing her be­fore go­ing ahead with what An­ita ob­vi­ously had in mind.

Then Mar­tin began to groan and jerk up and down, his hands run­ning up and down 
along An­ita’s back. Tom turned and saw that his wife’s hips were work­ing hard, ex­tract­ing 
the sperm that was be­gin­ning to shoot from her part­ner’s prick. But to her hus­band who 
knew her so well, it was very much ap­par­ent that she was hold­ing back, that she was not 
go­ing to cli­max this time. He knew that she was sav­ing her­self, and he also knew what for.

“Now look,” said An­ita as she got up and turned to face Linda. “Look, there’s really 
noth­ing to it. I don’t know why you are so ter­ribly up­tight about it all!” Mar­tin’s cream was 
ooz­ing out of her and run­ning down her legs. Linda began stick­ing her middle fin­ger 
deeply into her­self as she licked her lips and stared at the lovely crotch be­fore her.

“What’s with all of you today,” she moaned, “why can’t you let me come the way I like to? 
Why do you try and con­vert me?”

“Stop jerking your­self off like a little girl,” said An­ita sternly. “It’s really time that you 
should get a good prick in there.”

“Oh shit!” Linda was def­in­itely be­com­ing angry now, the edge of her ex­cite­ment 
gone.

“I want you to let Tom make love to you now,” in­sisted An­ita. Her voice was very calm 
and it soun­ded more like an or­der than the ex­pres­sion of a wish.

“Lay off, will you?” snarled Linda and sat up. “Where’s my dress? I’ve had enough of all 
this.” But through her ar­rog­ance there shimmered a cer­tain be­gin­ning of un­ease. They 
were all act­ing as if they could or­der her around. And An­ita, of all people, she, so timid, she 
whom she had ini­ti­ated so re­cently!

“Sit down!” said An­ita and with the fin­ger­tips of her right hand she pushed lightly 
against Linda’s shoulder so that the young wo­man lost her bal­ance and fell back on the 
bunk.

“You like watch­ing, don’t you?” asked An­ita and turned to Mar­tin. He nod­ded.

“Then how about throw­ing out the an­chor be­fore we drift all over the place. Tom is 
go­ing to make love to my friend here and it might take some do­ing. Will you help?”

“What the hell!” shouted Linda an­grily and then fell si­lent as she saw Mar­tin’s grin. 
Slowly he nod­ded in re­sponse to An­ita’s ques­tion.

“Now listen, you guys,” said Linda, try­ing to sound amused. But her voice was just a little 
too shrill and her eyes were dart­ing nervously from one to the other. “You’re not be­ing very 
funny you know that?”

“We’re not be­ing funny, Linda, I as­sure you,” said An­ita. “Look, you will thank me for this
later on, be­lieve me. And if you don’t, if you hate me, then I am go­ing to be very sorry of 
course, but Tom comes first in my book, and what he wants, what gives him pleas­ure is more 
im­port­ant even than your friend­ship.” With that she seemed to have said all she was go­ing
to, in de­fense of her ac­tions. She turned to their host once more.

“Have you got some rope on board? It looks as if we shall need some.”

“Sure thing,” he smiled. “I’ll be right back, just let me get it and throw out the an­chor.” 
Quickly he slipped out of the cabin.

Linda sprang to her feet now. Her green eyes were dark­en­ing with rage and a 
be­gin­ning of true fear.

“Ray... Jill!” she shouted loudly. “Where are you?”

“Oh, they will be here too,” smiled An­ita, un­dis­turbed. She had told the couple about 
her plans be­fore, as she was rub­bing their skins with lo­tion, just to make sure. She had been
pleas­antly sur­prised at the eager­ness with which both had agreed to it all. Ray es­pe­cially 
had shown him­self quite en­thu­si­astic. He had not for­got­ten the slap he had re­ceived on
the pre­vi­ous even­ing and be­ing al­lowed to taste Linda’s slit had not quite made up for it.

“Come on, Linda,” said Tom in a con­cili­at­ory tone of voice, “there’s still time for you to 
give your con­sent. It could be so very pleas­ant for you, right from the be­gin­ning, if you’d 
only co­oper­ate a little!”

“You con­ceited ass!” she hissed at him. But Tom did not lose his cool. He simply stood 
near the door so that he blocked the exit for her. Not that Linda could have got­ten very far, 
but she looked up­set and en­raged enough now to do some­thing as silly as to dive into the 
wa­ter. Then time would have to be wasted fish­ing her out again.

“Let me by! Let me pass!” she said with a last ef­fort to re­main aloof and icy. But Tom only
shook his head, al­most sadly. And that was when Linda sud­denly drew her lips back from her
clenched teeth, the pretty face turn­ing into a mask of rage, into that of a cornered beast, and 
with her fin­gers held up as if they were claws she sprang at him.

CHAPTER EIGHT

In her rage, Linda looked as beau­ti­ful as dan­ger­ous. Tom saw the lift­ing knee as she 
lunged at him and turned side­ways in time to avert the blow to the groin, but her sharp 
fin­ger­nails would have raked his face and shoulders, had it not been for An­ita’s quick 
ac­tion. But be­fore the young wo­man was able to do any dam­age, An­ita had grappled 
with her and slipped her arms un­der Linda’s, pulling them back. The two were of about equal 
strength and for a mo­ment they struggled si­lently, An­ita pla­cing little kisses on her 
ad­versary’s neck in the hope that this would soothe her.

She would not have been able to hold her for very long though, had Tom not come to her 
res­cue. He seized Linda’s wrists and, with his wife’s help, slowly forced her down to her knees.

Linda was not say­ing much, she just kept breath­ing hard and whim­per­ing with rage as 
she struggled fiercely to free her­self, but then Mar­tin was back, coils of nylon rope slung 
over his arm. Linda had suc­ceeded in lift­ing her legs and was be­gin­ning to kick so that the 
first thing to do was to se­cure these. Crouch­ing down to the floor, Mar­tin quickly threw a 
loop around one ankle, tied a fast knot and then went for the other foot.

“No! No!” moaned Linda, real­iz­ing that she was be­ing over­come, but then the rope 
pulled on the other leg and a second later both ankles were solidly tied to­gether.

“Please!” said Linda now, turn­ing her face up to An­ita, the rage sud­denly gone, “please 
darling, don’t do this to me... An­ita my love, you wouldn’t—”

An­ita kissed her mouth and Linda re­spon­ded with pas­sion. Her head was not ly­ing in 
her friend’s lap as she crouched on the floor.

“Oh An­ita my darling,” she sighed after their tongues had mingled for a few seconds, 
“you are what I need—the two of us, we could be so good for each other! Don’t mess it all up 
now, An­ita, don’t be­tray me!”

“He is my hus­band,” mur­mured the young wo­man, her voice a little sad but firm. “And 
what we are do­ing is not only go­ing to be good for him but for you too. Do you real­ize that
your pussy is still as tight as that of a little girl’s? It’s time you got some bet­ter use for it than 
what you have been do­ing up to now.”

Linda’s body jerked with sud­den vi­ol­ence as Tom, at the men­tion of that coveted 
treas­ure, tried to stick one fin­ger into it.

“No! No!” panted Linda, her eyes deep-green and flash­ing with an­ger once more.

“Let’s get her out on the aft deck,” said Mar­tin. “There is more room there and the sides 
of the bulk­head are high enough for us to re­main hid­den from view if an­other boat should
pass close by.”

Linda began to protest and then to scream as she was dragged out of the cabin, and Tom 
sug­ges­ted that she be gagged.

“Now you don’t want us to do that, do you?” asked An­ita, and bent down over the 
squirm­ing young wo­man on the floor. “Why don’t you be still now, there is ab­so­lutely 
noth­ing you can do.”

“Help!” screeched Linda, twist­ing her torso wildly. Her arms were raised now, Tom 
hold­ing one wrist and Mar­tin the other. She was un­able to loosen their grip.

“Jill! Help me Jill!” she wailed.

It was then that Ray and Jill joined the oth­ers on the aft deck. Na­ked and shiny, glow­ing
from the sun, they climbed down from the up­per deck and while Ray smiled at the sight of 
the help­less Linda, Jill’s blue eyes were big and round and her pretty mouth opened into an 
“O” of sur­prise.

“You’re really go­ing to do it?” she whispered.

“What did you think, my an­gel?” said An­ita and quickly put her arms around the 
teen­ager. She kissed her in the neck and then took her lips. Her hands moved rap­idly all 
over the young body, so that very quickly the un­du­lat­ing re­sponses of the sen­su­ous girl 
re­war­ded her ef­forts. An ex­cited Jill would make a bet­ter ally than a calm one!

“Jill! Oh Jill-you’re the only one I can trust!” cried Linda, “you are go­ing to help me-you’re 
not go­ing to let them do this to me!”

“Well-” hes­it­ated the girl, look­ing down at her, “I don’t think it’s go­ing to be so bad. 
You will like it.”

“Never—no, never!” whimpered Linda. Tears were com­ing to her eyes now as she 
real­ized how totally help­less she really was. And then she began to scream again, call­ing for
help, and her voice car­ried far over the empty wa­ter.

“I guess we bet­ter,” shrugged An­ita, her ex­pres­sion one of deep re­gret. And she took 
the silk scarf that was still tied around Linda’s head and stretched it into a neat, fol­ded band.

“Ray, would you hold her head please?” she asked.

Eagerly the young man knelt down and simply grabbed Linda’s hair with one fist, for­cing 
her chin up. The wo­man winced and struggled.

“You don’t have to be so rough,” chided An­ita. “I am go­ing to help Tom pen­et­rate her, 
but there is no reason why she should be hurt. Hold her gently, Ray, and then just force her 
mouth open. Press your fin­gers into her jaws, but don’t force it.”

“Ahhh! Ah­hhh... ah­hhh!” said Linda, her eyes star­ing in panic as the boy’s strong fin­gers
pressed into her cheeks, where lower and up­per jaw was con­nec­ted and as her mouth was 
in­deed forced wide open.

“Don’t be afraid, my love,” mur­mured An­ita, “I’m not go­ing to stuff any­thing into your 
mouth. I’ll just tie this around your face now, just to muffle your voice a little if you keep up all
that noise. There now... there—see? That doesn’t hurt, does it?”

She had placed the scarf across their cap­tive’s mouth, for­cing it in between her teeth, 
and then tied it be­hind her head. Since noth­ing had been pushed in­side the mouth, Linda 
was able to breathe freely and the sound of her voice was in­deed muffled. But she could still 
give vent to her feel­ings of out­rage with in­ar­tic­u­late little cries.

“Now what?” grinned Tom. The sight of the mum­bling, ra­ging young wo­man, writh­ing 
on the deck, was be­gin­ning to arouse him prodi­giously and even Mar­tin’s cock, so 
re­cently spent, had be­gun to raise its head once more. As for Ray, the brief part he had 
played in hold­ing Linda while she was be­ing gagged had put him into such a state that Jill, 
un­able to res­ist the tempta­tion, had fallen to her knees and was lick­ing the un­der­side of 
Ray’s cock with glee.

“We shall have to free her legs, or at least tie them to some­thing so they stay open of 
course,” re­marked An­ita and smiled. “You’re not really go­ing to screw her with her ankles 
tied to­gether!” The truth of this ob­ser­va­tion was evid­ent. But be­fore free­ing Linda’s legs,
her arms would have to be se­cured firmly for the little op­er­a­tion. An­ita en­lis­ted 
Mar­tin’s help for this since, as the mas­ter on board and an ex­per­i­enced yachts­man, he 
was clever in mak­ing knots. Tak­ing over the wrist he was hold­ing, An­ita se­cured it while 
he tied the end of a rope around it. The nylon was supple and smooth so that no rope burns 
would be caused when the young wo­man struggled and pulled, and be­sides, Mar­tin tied 
the knot in such a man­ner that, al­though very solid, it did not cut into her flesh and would 
not pull tighter un­der stress. He then se­cured the other end to a brass cleat at the top of the
star­board rail­ing.

They now re­peated the same op­er­a­tion on the other wrist and when Mar­tin pulled on 
the rope, hav­ing slung it around the port­side cleat, it went taut and Linda’s arms spread out 
while her back lif­ted up from the deck. The slender but strong arms of the pris­oner were 
strain­ing, the muscles twitched and An­ita quickly went into the cabin to fetch the bunk pads 
which she now fol­ded and slipped be­neath Linda’s back. At last the young wo­man was 
propped up suf­fi­ciently to take some of the strain off her arms, but she still was quite 
un­able to use them in any way. Lov­ingly, An­ita ran her tongue from her left wrist to the 
in­side of the el­bow, licked the sens­it­ive spot for a few seconds and then slid her mouth 
over to the smoothly shaved, white armpit. For a long time, un­der the ex­cited eyes of her 
com­pan­ions, she kissed her there. Then, step­ping over Linda, she sucked briefly on her 
nipples, kissed the right armpit, the shoulder, and ran her tongue along the right arm un­til 
she reached the im­prisoned wrist. Linda was ut­ter­ing moan after moan but there was a 
slightly dif­fer­ent qual­ity to her ex­pos­tu­la­tions while An­ita kissed her. Re­luct­ant 
ex­cite­ment mingled with the rage in her voice.

“Shall we tie her legs or just hold them open?” asked Tom who was be­gin­ning to loosen 
the knot hold­ing both ankles to­gether.

“There are enough of us to simply hold her,” said An­ita. “That way we can move the legs 
up, side­way, any way we want, any way you prefer when you are on top of her.”

The loop of rope loosened around the ankles and sud­denly Linda pulled out her right 
foot and kicked out vi­ciously. Tom had barely enough time to cast his body to the side so 
that she just missed him.

But Mar­tin grinned and grabbed the free leg, lif­ted it and tucked it un­der his arm.

“Ray, you get the other one,” he sug­ges­ted. His cock was stand­ing up stiffly now and 
An­ita was secretly grate­ful to him for not claim­ing his cap­tain’s priv­ileges now and not 
de­mand­ing first crack at the wo­man.

When Ray had placed him­self on the other side of Linda, her left leg solidly main­tained, 
she was ut­terly help­less. The thigh muscles kept twitch­ing with her vain ef­forts to kick, to 
free her legs, and this provided an ex­cit­ing sight as her bush moved up and down, as the 
vulva emerged be­low, the lips of the pussy open­ing and clos­ing with the rhythm of her 
struggle.

“When Tom puts his prick into you,” said An­ita softly as she knelt down, “you will be so 
well pre­pared that you will en­joy it darling!” She leaned over her friend.

With her fin­gers she gently pried open Linda’s cunt so that the pink, del­ic­ate tis­sue of 
the gash be­came clearly vis­ible to all. The clit­oris was still small, al­most in­vis­ible between 
the la­bia at the top, but then An­ita put her lips to it and sucked briefly. Rais­ing her head 
she in­spec­ted the res­ults of her ef­forts. The tiny fleshy but­ton had grown just a little.

Again she bent down and sucked the erectile or­gan into her mouth, tick­ling it with her 
tongue un­til she felt the flesh thicken and harden, then she looked up once more. With her 
in­dex fin­ger she moved the emer­ging clit­oris around in its bed of flesh, show­ing Tom how
nicely it had grown. It was now this min­is­cule little im­it­a­tion penis that some wo­men 
sport when their blood really be­gins to cir­cu­late through those parts.

With a gentle fin­ger An­ita went into the slit. Slowly, pa­tiently, she moved it up and 
down to lub­ric­ate the area and it did take a little more time than it would have nor­mally 
since Linda was res­ist­ing her and fight­ing it.

An­ita no longer paid the slight­est at­ten­tion to the mumbled and pi­ti­ful protests of 
her friend, for she had fi­nally felt the first traces of mois­ture on her fin­ger and she knew 
that Linda’s mind and her body wanted two dif­fer­ent things.

Lov­ingly she bent down once more, dip­ping her tongue into the warmth of the open 
pussy. Linda’s breath caught in her throat and she lif­ted her but­tocks off the cush­ions on 
the deck, her lower half twist­ing for a mo­ment, half in struggle and half com­ing up to 
en­counter the gentle mouth. An­ita’s tongue slipped into her body.

For long, de­li­cious mo­ments, she tongued her pris­oner. The two legs, spread, firmly 
held, were twitch­ing slightly now, more in pas­sion­ate re­sponse to the caress than in an 
ef­fort to es­cape. All of the fire that had re­mained un­ex­tin­guished be­fore seemed to be 
cours­ing once more through Linda. Yet, while she ob­vi­ously could not with­hold her­self, 
could not res­ist the pleas­ure An­ita was pro­vok­ing, Linda was cry­ing. Tears filled her eyes 
and trickled down from the corners and her chest began to heave with long sobs. It was the 
mo­ment she had al­ways dreaded, and yet the one she had some­times secretly de­sired 
des­pite her­self, the mo­ment when she would be offered, help­less, to the de­sires of a man.

Jill and Tom, not hav­ing any­thing else to do for the time be­ing than wait and watch, 
turned to each other. The girl sank down to her knees once more, and it seemed that this was 
her fa­vor­ite po­s­i­tion when fa­cing a man. Her gentle little hands moved up along Tom’s 
thighs and cupped his balls, her eyes fixed upon the glans that was hov­er­ing be­fore her. 
Her fin­gers moved up to it, held it, squeezed it lightly and then went on to ex­plore the 
smooth round column of the ex­ten­ded rod. Her little nose was twitch­ing and the nos­trils 
trem­bling as she sniffed the pun­gent fra­grance of male de­sire. Again she squeezed his 
testicles gently and then the small, pretty mouth opened wide and her lips slid over the glans.

“Don’t make me come, whatever you do, don’t make me come—” groaned Tom, never 
once look­ing at her, his eyes riv­eted to the crotch that would be his so soon, to the back of 
his wife’s head, nod­ding slowly between the wo­man’s-twitch­ing thighs.

Al­though she was weep­ing without in­ter­rup­tion now, Linda’s cunt was swim­ming 
with the li­quid of her de­sire. An­ita knew that within a very few minutes she could bring her 
to or­gasm, but she did not wish to go quite that far. For a few more seconds she tongued the
pris­oner and then she sat up quickly.

“Now, Tom-go ahead, don’t waste time, she’s as ready as she’ll ever be!” The man had to 
use force to re­move Jill’s face from his groin and the girl whimpered dis­con­sol­ately as she 
lost his prick, as it popped out of her mouth, but then she heard Linda’s deep, gut­tural moan 
and turned her at­ten­tion to the young wo­man.

Linda knew that the pre­par­a­tion, the pre­lim­in­ar­ies were over and that Tom would 
not wait any longer. Again her body began to struggle and squirm, her legs strained against 
the firm grip of the two men hold­ing them and yet every move she made, every jerk and 
thrust of her strong young body, only served to dis­play the treas­ures between her thighs to 
greater ad­vant­age.

“Oh darling,” sighed An­ita as she reached for her hus­band’s or­gan with one hand while 
he knelt down between Linda’s legs, “oh, how lovely—just look at her, she’s cream­ing! She 
wants you, be­lieve me, she wants you so badly, and yet she fights it!”

Her eyes were shin­ing and she was be­com­ing more and more ex­cited, as if it was she 
who would some­how pen­et­rate the re­luct­ant wo­man now. She em­path­ized and 
iden­ti­fied with Tom as she guided his stone-hard tool to­ward its goal.

“Let me do it for you, let me feel it slide into Linda,” she sighed and began rub­bing her 
hus­band’s glans into the soft­ness and warmth of the wet, fleshy folds. Tom was sup­port­ing
him­self on his knees and with his arms wrapped around Linda’s torso. Half an inch away from
his eyes were hers, wide open, star­ing at him, try­ing to ex­press all that she could not say, 
fear, de­sire, rage, pas­sion-it was all there, and the tears were still stream­ing down.

Tom felt An­ita’s clutch­ing hand and the cir­cu­lar, vig­or­ous move­ment she im­par­ted 
to his prick as she con­tin­ued mas­sa­ging Linda’s clit­oris with it. Everything was so very 
slip­pery down there that Tom knew how eas­ily the slight­est thrust could now send him 
plunging into the wo­man. But he re­strained him­self, he sur­rendered his will to that of his 
wife, trust­ing that she would do what was ne­ces­sary.

“There, Linda, do you feel it?” mur­mured An­ita lov­ingly as she mas­turb­ated her with 
Tom’s prick. “It’s a man—a man, you hear? It’s a man’s prick, his big dong, a real live pecker, 
right there between your legs—Oh, is there any­thing bet­ter than that?”

“Mmmmmmm-nggg-” said Linda and began turn­ing her head from left to right, shak­ing 
it in help­less denial of the in­ev­it­able. The thick, threat­en­ing glans was ap­proach­ing the 
hole now, An­ita was bring­ing it down from the clit­oris to the edges of the ori­fice. Yet the 
pen­et­ra­tion was not com­ing yet, the touch was still soft, gentle, as the glans was guided in
a cir­cu­lar path around the gap­ing hole.

Linda had in­deed been close to com­ing when An­ita had stopped suck­ing her cunt and 
now, after the deep and in­sist­ent mas­sage of her clit­oris, her healthy young body was 
re­spond­ing fully to the male on her, no mat­ter how much her mind res­isted. Her muscles 
tensed and her nerves tingled and in her des­per­ate ex­cite­ment she prayed that she would 
cli­max now, right now, be­fore he entered her, so that she could suf­fer through his 
pump­ing without re­spond­ing, could show him how use­less it was. She wanted to be as ice 
in his arms.

But An­ita kept care­ful watch. She had come to know Linda very well in the short time of 
their friend­ship and when she heard the first gasps, when she knew that the cli­max was 
tak­ing hold, she stopped mov­ing around the glans in her fin­gers and placed it at the very 
cen­ter of the hole.

“Push in!” she sighed, her­self at the verge of com­ing without even be­ing touched down 
there.

Tom’s but­tocks con­trac­ted in a sud­den spasm as he rammed his prick into that lovely 
wo­man. Tight she was, very tight, but that did not stop his thrust and in one swoop he went 
to the very end, pen­et­rat­ing her to the hilt.

A deep, gut­tural groan es­caped Linda’s lips and her eyes turned up­ward in their 
sock­ets. She was no longer a think­ing, reas­on­ing hu­man be­ing but simply a mov­ing, 
jerking thing, a bundle of nerves that bounced without vo­li­tion un­der the vi­ol­ent 
on­slaught.

Linda was whim­per­ing softly as she re­ceived Tom’s pas­sion­ate at­ten­tions and his 
mouth moved over her face, licked at her tears and nibbled on her cheeks. An­ita real­ized 
how im­port­ant it would be for her to be kissed now, she knew how ten­derly Tom’s mouth 
and tongue could move even when he was at the height of pas­sion.

Very care­fully, very slowly, she un­tied the knot in the scarf be­hind Linda’s neck. Wet and 
limp, the gag had be­come but a rag un­der the wo­man’s crush­ing teeth, and An­ita cast it 
aside. She prom­ised her­self to buy Linda the most ex­pens­ive French scarf she could find, 
first chance she got.

There was not much fight left in Linda now. She did not scream simply be­cause her 
mouth was free, she did not res­ist when Tom’s lips took it softly, when his tongue wedged 
it­self in between her teeth. He knew that he was tak­ing a chance, that she could bite and 
ser­i­ously in­jure him now, had she wanted to do so. But Linda was cli­max­ing now, she was 
not even re­motely think­ing of ven­geance and hurt.

Her loins pressed for­ward in a steady rhythm as she re­spon­ded to the man’s thrusts. 
Mar­tin and Ray moved her legs up, bent her knees and spread her fur­ther so that Tom might
reach into that lively young body as deeply as pos­sible.

Tom had not been screw­ing her for long, yet he felt that he would soon join her in 
ec­stasy. His move­ments be­came more rapid, his cock grew even more in size, and when Jill, 
proud of her newly ac­quired skills knelt down once more and this time in­tro­duced her 
tongue into his anus, the sperm that had been gath­er­ing was ready to shoot. Jill moved her 
hand down and slipped in between Tom’s legs, gripped his sac and squeezed. It was as if a 
pump was be­ing set into ac­tion, for now the squirts of thick hot sperm were be­gin­ning to 
ejac­u­late.

“Ah­hhh—” groaned Linda and she ground her belly up at the man, “ah­hhh—do it—fill 
me—”

An­ita’s smile was ra­di­ant. The battle was won—or so she thought.

Even Mar­tin and Ray were hold­ing Linda’s legs more loosely now. The young wo­man 
had cli­maxed strongly and health­ily as any sound fe­male would have un­der proper 
stim­u­la­tion, and now she seemed to soften and re­lax in the pleas­ur­able af­ter­math of 
ex­cite­ment. Her body still moved un­der the im­petus of Tom’s thrusts, for he con­tin­ued 
them while the last droplets of sperm were squeezed out of his prick in be­lated spasms. Both 
breathed deeply, their cheeks touch­ing, their eyes closed. And then Linda looked up, her eyes
meet­ing those of An­ita. For a few seconds, she seemed to puzzle over some­thing as she 
scanned the sweet, smil­ing face. Then she spoke in a quiet voice.

“I shall never speak to you again, An­ita. Just take off those ropes now.” An­ita’s face fell 
and tears came to her eyes. She had not ex­pec­ted this icy re­jec­tion. Tears per­haps, sobs 
and re­crim­in­a­tions that would sub­side when she cradled the friend in her arms, that yes, 
but not cold, calm with­drawal of friend­ship.

She turned away and bur­ied her face in her hands for a mo­ment, then quietly went 
about the busi­ness of re­mov­ing the ropes from the cleats. Linda rubbed her arms, 
mas­sa­ging the sore muscles as she sat up.

“Linda—” began An­ita, ready to beg for for­give­ness, her voice trem­bling, but the 
young wo­man did not even look at her. With a sob catch­ing in her throat An­ita turned and 
ran into the cabin, clos­ing the door be­hind her.

Linda looked around calmly now. The three men and Jill also seemed some­what taken 
aback.

“What are you all stand­ing around like that for?” she asked, smil­ing at them. “Don’t you 
all want your turn now?”

“I don’t un­der­stand you,” mur­mured Tom. “I thought you were so angry—I mean, the 
way you spoke to An­ita!”

“That’s between me and her,” she replied grimly. “She has be­trayed me. But you poor 
fuck­ers, you’re just fol­low­ing your stu­pid in­stincts. All right, so it wasn’t as bad as I had 
thought. That’s my busi­ness. Who wants to go first? You, Ray? Then we can try out the 
aqua­lungs, Mar­tin, if you still feel like it.” She smiled up at the yachts­man but her smile 
never reached her eyes.

Jill came to her then, hes­it­ant at first, tears in her eyes, be­cause she had come to love 
both An­ita and Linda very much and it dis­tressed her to see them drift apart.

“Are you mad at me too?” she asked with a trem­bling voice.

“You’re just a stu­pid little girl, that’s all. You missed a good chance to show me a little 
solid­ar­ity,” Linda chided her. But then she glanced up and down that lus­cious young body 
and her ex­pres­sion softened.

“No, I’m not mad at you. Come over here, you silly girl, and make your­self use­ful. Or do 
you want your boy­friend to stick his pecker into all that mess?” She looked down and pulled 
up on the skin of her ab­do­men so that the vulva was lif­ted and opened. The sticky white 
mass of sperm be­came clearly vis­ible as it trickled from the cunt.

“Let me—yes, let me—” mur­mured Jill, and then her sweet young lips were glued to the 
gash and her jaws were work­ing, her tongue search­ing, as she sucked and swal­lowed the 
ejac­u­lated mat­ter from the wo­man.

And still she didn’t smile.

CHAPTER NINE

Ray had fol­lowed Tom in Linda’s va­gina and he had been quick, some­what of a 
dis­ap­point­ment. But he was young and tem­pes­tu­ous, the role he had played in the 
wo­man’s vi­ol­a­tion had ex­cited him too much, and she shrugged off this poor 
per­form­ance with philo­sophy. She was not feel­ing happy, but neither was she dis­traught. 
It was simply that a period in her life, an im­port­ant one, had come to an end and that 
an­other was be­gin­ning, un­known yet, still full of mys­ter­ies, and to which her body alone 
re­acted while her mind re­mained numb.

Linda had not cli­maxed with Ray and now, as she slipped her arms into the straps of the 
aqua­lung Mar­tin was hold­ing for her, she turned to him.

“Do you think that you will be able to main­tain your erec­tion un­der wa­ter?” she asked 
without smil­ing.

He nod­ded. He did not like the tone of her voice. It was as if she was un­der­tak­ing some
mech­an­ical and quite un­in­ter­est­ing ex­per­i­ment, but there was no back­ing out of it 
now. Be­sides he hoped to arouse her more than the oth­ers had. The weight­less­ness of 
their float­ing bod­ies would open in­ter­est­ing pos­sib­il­it­ies.

The wa­ter was not cold and after plunging be­neath the sur­face Linda and Mar­tin swam
to­ward each other with a few strong strokes. Be­sides the aqua­lungs, they wore face masks 
and fins on their feet.

The filtered, blu­ish-green sun­light reach­ing down to their na­ked bod­ies was broken 
and frag­men­ted by the slight little waves above and as it played over the grace­fully 
float­ing shape of Linda’s body Mar­tin wondered once more at the per­fec­tion of it. She was
swim­ming ver­tic­ally, her arms and feet mov­ing slowly to main­tain her­self in that 
po­s­i­tion, and through the glass panel of her mask he could see her eyes. Green as the sea, 
calm, al­most ab­sent, they res­ted on him.

When she came close her hands reached for his and he real­ized for the first time that they
would have to re­main si­lent, that their com­mu­nic­a­tions would be by ges­tures and touch
alone, that they would not be able to kiss. There would be a cer­tain im­per­son­al­ity about it
and this ex­cited the young man strangely.

As he had as­sured her, his erec­tion had in­deed not de­creased from the con­tact with 
cooler wa­ter and his penis was point­ing straight out in her dir­ec­tion.

Hold­ing hands, they circled slowly, pulling each other close un­til the stiffened prick of 
the man poked at Linda’s belly and then she drew it in, pulled up her legs, moved away and 
came up against him once more. It was a strange and ex­cit­ing bal­let, a si­lent fer­til­ity 
dance in a world of si­lence.

Linda was an ex­cel­lent swim­mer and she seemed totally at her ease with the diving 
gear. Dart­ing away from Mar­tin after a few minutes, she ex­ten­ded her arms up­wards, her 
belly swooped up as she somer­saul­ted and circled, open legs to­ward him.

She then re­mained in that po­s­i­tion, her back arched, her cunt gap­ing, legs float­ing 
lazily and head point­ing down to­ward the bot­tom of the sea. Mar­tin real­ized that she was
of­fer­ing her­self to his thrust when she con­tin­ued hold­ing the pose and he swam 
for­ward un­til he was over her.

Without touch­ing her with his hands yet, man­euv­er­ing care­fully with his fins, he let 
him­self float down over the wo­man. His glans fi­nally touched her between the legs.

There was no way of telling whether she was emit­ting nat­ural lub­ric­ant or not since the
wa­ter around them would wash away whatever came from her body. But the vulva felt soft, 
re­cept­ive to his prick, much warmer than the sur­round­ing sea, and tak­ing lever­age 
against noth­ing but the wa­ter around him, Mar­tin forced him­self down against the 
buoy­ancy of his body un­til he felt that he was be­gin­ning to enter her.

Yes, she was cream­ing. There could not be any doubt about it since he found it easy to 
slip his cock into the tight­ness of her pussy. It seemed to be suck­ing him in, as if it were a 
little hungry mouth, and still their sexes were the only parts of their bod­ies that touched.

The bubbles com­ing from Linda’s mouth­piece valve were get­ting big­ger and more 
nu­mer­ous, and Mar­tin could tell that she was breath­ing harder. Was she ex­cited? Was she
thrilled by what he did? It was hard to tell for she still did only move her hands and flip­pers 
slightly, just enough to main­tain her­self in that back­ward semi-circle she had chosen as the 
po­s­i­tion in which to give her­self to him.

Slowly and lazily the two bod­ies were drift­ing between lay­ers of wa­ter as they merged 
into on. The man’s penis sank down into the womb and then Linda’s legs opened fur­ther and
fur­ther un­til they came around him, cling­ing to him, and hap­pily Mar­tin began 
swim­ming in circles, the con­tract­ing body of the wo­man hanging from his middle, 
up­side-down. The weight­less­ness was ex­hil­ar­at­ing and her move­ments, helped by the 
leg muscles, were strong and steady. What a del­ic­ate op­er­a­tion he had ac­com­plished 
there, he thought, as he looked up to find the hull of his boat. He did not want to drift off too 
far. It was right above him now, dark and slick, like the belly of a whale.

Slowly Mar­tin moved up­ward, pulling the young wo­man along, un­til he was able to 
reach the rud­der with his hands and then clung to it for sup­port while his loins began to 
work back and forth against her, pis­ton­ing furi­ously as his cli­max ap­proached.

Mov­ing her arms more quickly, Linda was rais­ing up to­ward him, and fi­nally her face 
was be­fore his eyes once more. Slowly her smooth arms slid around his shoulders and neck, 
and they pressed their masks to­gether, eyes search­ing.

With one hand Linda began tug­ging at the mouth­piece of Mar­tin’s air hose, and after 
tak­ing a deep breath and hold­ing it, he al­lowed her to pull it out. She then re­leased her 
own and, cock­ing her head to the side to get the mask out of the way, she kissed him. It was 
a cool, wet kiss but their tongues were search­ing and play­ing un­til the in­sides of their 
mouths be­came warm. Both had to hold their breaths and a sense of ur­gency took hold of 
them. Not much time was left, they would have to either get the mouth­pieces back between 
their lips soon or emerge.

With frenzy they thrust, pumped, try­ing to make each other come be­fore it would be 
ne­ces­sary to breathe again. But Linda had chosen her mo­ment well, Mar­tin was now as 
ready as she was and the hot, needle-like in­jec­tion of his sperm soon shot into her va­gina.

Linda grunted so that even un­der wa­ter he could hear it and her eye­lids fluttered as she
cli­maxed in his arms. But there was no time to linger, their lungs felt as if they would 
ex­plode, and com­ing apart, their bel­lies sep­ar­at­ing, they quickly swam to the sur­face 
while a long white trail of sperm sank down from their bod­ies.

They were laugh­ing as their heads broke through the sur­face and stared up at the 
curi­ous faces of Tom, Jill and Ray, lean­ing over the side of the boat.

“We were able to see you down there for a while,” grinned Tom. “That was some­thing for 
the re­cord, you know! I won­der whether it has been done be­fore.”

“Oh, I’m sure,” replied Mar­tin, as he pushed Linda ahead of him, help­ing her grab the 
rungs of the lad­der.

“Come Jill—let’s go stretch out in the sun,” smiled Linda, as she took the girl’s hand, as 
soon as she was back on board. “After three men, I think I am en­titled to en­joy you a little, 
don’t you think so?”

Jill couldn’t have been more pleased. Eagerly she licked salty wa­ter off the young 
wo­man’s shoulder as she clung to her. Then they climbed over the top of the cabin and 
crawled for­ward to the deck at the bow.

“Maybe you had bet­ter look in on your wife,” said Mar­tin to Tom. “She’s been mop­ing 
in­side that cabin all this time. As for me, I am go­ing to raise the an­chor and if it is all right 
with you, we can visit some friends of mine a little fur­ther out, on the North Shore. Lovely 
people, really, very wealthy, beau­ti­ful home right on the Sound and—well, you’ll see, they 
are very open-minded. They are al­ways home on Sundays in the af­ter­noon, and I am sure 
we would be most wel­come.”

Tom grinned. This young man was truly full of ideas. He nod­ded and when his host 
climbed the lad­der to the con­trols of the boat, he went into the cabin.

“Don’t cry,” said Tom softly as he sat down on the bunk, be­hind his wife. She was still 
sob­bing away and now she turned her face to him. It was red, a little swollen from all the 
cry­ing, but her eyes looked straight into his and there was some­thing like pride in them.

“I can’t help it,” she mur­mured. “But I’m not sorry, not one bit. I was a good wife, wasn’t I?
I did right by you?”

“You sure did, my darling, you sure did,” he replied softly and hugged her.

“I did my duty to­ward you, no more no less. Oh Linda—I wish she were more 
un­der­stand­ing,” and again her shoulders shook with sobs.

“She’ll get over it, my love, I am sure she will,” whispered Tom. “She went ahead and did it 
with Ray and then with Mar­tin. Now you can’t tell me she didn’t like it, and she has you to 
thank for it. If she doesn’t for­give you, then she just isn’t worth hav­ing as a friend, then she’s
just a little bitch. Don’t you agree?” An­ita nod­ded. But then she said very softly, “But I like 
her so much,” her voice so des­ol­ate and sad that Tom felt deeply sorry for An­ita.

“We are go­ing to visit some people now,” he told her to get her mind off things, “friends 
of Mar­tin’s. From what he says, we should have a mar­velous time there. Don’t you want to 
make your­self look pretty? Come, here is a mir­ror. Look how red your eyes are!”

He dabbed at them with a handker­chief and she smiled at him hap­pily at last.

“What would I do without you?” she mur­mured.

The boat was plan­ning now, the bow lif­ted out of the wa­ter as it sped along the calm 
sur­face. The roar­ing of the mo­tor was steady and even, the wind warm, the sky blue, and 
totally un­con­cerned over the fact that Mar­tin could see them plainly from his perch at the 
rud­der, Linda and Jill were really let­ting them­selves go.

Their na­ked bod­ies were writh­ing and rolling about on the deck, their legs in­ter­twined
and their lips glued to each other as they em­braced and ex­cited each other. Mar­tin looked 
back and forth from the land-mass ahead to the two girls on the deck, smil­ing, feel­ing his 
cock grow once more. He had pulled on his trousers and re­mained bare-ches­ted and he 
knew that An­ita and Tom were get­ting dressed be­low. For a mo­ment he hes­it­ated. They 
would reach the little land­ing in front of his friend’s house within an­other five minutes or so 
and he wondered whether to tell Linda and Jill about it. But then he de­cided against it. Renee
and Ar­thur were cer­tainly hav­ing a garden party today and the thought of ar­riv­ing in the 
middle of it, the bow of his boat bear­ing an of­fer­ing of lovely, writh­ing bod­ies, was too 
much of a tempta­tion. He was cer­tain neither Linda nor Jill would no­tice where they were 
head­ing un­til the boat came to a full stop, so busy were they now with each other, and 
Ar­thur as well as Renee would be highly amused and pleased.

The boat was round­ing a promon­tory. There were vil­las and bun­ga­lows, hid­den 
among trees, re­flect­ing their white facades on the wa­ter of the in­let. Here and there 
people could be seen and an eld­erly fish­er­man, out on a pier, did a double-take as they 
passed. Mar­tin grinned and cut back the en­gine.

The place was at the end of the in­let, quite isol­ated from the nearest neigh­bors since it 
was situ­ated on a very large par­cel. Already he could see the man­i­cured lawn that went 
from the house down to the wa­ter, he could see the little wooden pier to which he would 
make fast, and bey­ond, white, grace­ful, Renee’s fluffy little cock­tail dress as she cir­cu­lated 
among a small crowd of guests. Yes, it was in­deed a garden party!

With a smile he no­ticed that Jill and Linda were now go­ing down on each other, 
clutch­ing and hug­ging, form­ing a clas­sic sixty-nine fig­ure. With their faces deeply bur­ied 
between each other’s thighs and their ears closed as they squeezed each other’s heads, they 
could neither see nor hear, and cut­ting the en­gine com­pletely Mar­tin headed the bow of 
his boat straight for the lawn. He knew that it was a gentle slope go­ing down into the wa­ter 
and if he ap­proached it slowly enough he would be able to beach him­self with barely a jolt.

Renee and the oth­ers had no­ticed his ar­rival by now and the young wo­man was gaily 
wav­ing at him. She had re­cog­nized the boat, but the dis­tance was still too great to 
dis­tin­guish ex­actly what was go­ing on on the bow. A few people were fol­low­ing Renee 
as she ad­vanced to the edge of the wa­ter and then her hand went down slowly, to her 
mouth, as she began to real­ize that there were two na­ked wo­men on the bow, do­ing most
def­in­itely some­thing quite ex­quis­ite to each other.

“Ar­thur! Ar­thur!” she cried out, look­ing back over her shoulder. “Look at this!” Tall, 
slender and with her long, light-brown hair pinned up so that the del­ic­ate curve of her neck 
was shown off to full ad­vant­age, Renee looked, as al­ways, the epi­tome of up­per 
middle-class Amer­ic­ana, sub­urban di­vi­sion. She could have stood there, just as she was, 
for a spread in either “House Beau­ti­ful” or “Vogue.” Ar­thur, step­ping for­ward and tak­ing 
her arm, quite older than she was, looked ex­tremely dis­tin­guished in his dark-blue blazer, 
with his grey­ing hair and the long ci­gar in one hand. The half dozen guests sur­round­ing 
them were as dif­fer­ent ver­sions and vari­ations on the same theme, all the men gen­er­ally 
a little older than the wo­men but all in good shape, sports­men through and through, the 
Gentry of Long Is­land.

The boat came to a soft halt as the bow slipped up unto the grass, the deck bear­ing its 
gift slightly above the heads of the small as­sembly. Mar­tin, at the helm, smiled and brought 
one fin­ger to his lips to make sure nobody would be­tray him­self to the fe­male couple. 
With re­lief he noted that he knew most of the people present, none of whom would 
con­sider his ac­tion to be a breach of etiquette. The faces star­ing up at the mov­ing mass of 
limbs at the prow were all very happy and de­lighted ones in­deed.

So si­lent did they re­main that the only sound, be­neath the stately trees sur­round­ing 
the lawn, was the chirp­ing of an oc­ca­sional bird and the grunt­ing, groan­ing sounds the 
two lov­ers were mak­ing as they con­tin­ued munch­ing, totally ob­li­vi­ous to their 
sur­round­ings.

When Linda, who was on top, be­trayed the im­min­ence of her cli­max through spas­tic 
con­trac­tions of her but­tocks, Ar­thur put his arm around his wife and drew her close. Then 
came Jill’s cries, her whim­pers of pleas­ure, and the tender young legs kicked up and 
twitched as Linda made her dis­charge.

The ma­gic mo­ment would soon end, the tangle of legs and arms would dis­solve within 
seconds, and Renee, tak­ing a glass of cham­paign from the hands of a young wo­man at her 
right and an­other one from her com­pan­ion, walked for­ward. Both arms lif­ted to the girls 
on the deck she waited, glasses spark­ling and tempt­ing in the light of the af­ter­noon sun.

“What?” mur­mured Linda, wip­ing her hand across a per­spir­a­tion and juice-covered 
face as she sat up at last.

“Ohh!” screeched Jill and hid be­hind her, blue eyes wide with shock.

But Linda was as much a lady of the world as her new host­ess, and she quickly real­ized 
that this was go­ing to be a hel­luva party.

THE END
