XE-1029 Shameful Diversions
By Jane Horton


FOREWORD

In today's turbulent modern society, young married couples, particularly those in the vast American suburbia, often find themselves under tremendous pressures, both at home and at work. In an attempt to alleviate these pressures, and escape the psychological drudgery of routine and of emotional stress, these well-intentioned young people sometimes allow themselves to be drawn into compromising situations which may, for the moment, provide an easy answer to their problems, but more often than not lead them into a whirlpool of decadence and immorality.

Most prevalent, of course, is the rapidly growing problem of wife-swapping. Newspapers and magazines daily chronicle this growing threat to the moral stability of the nation with sensational exposes of the perversion and debauchery that often lurks behind the clean, well-ordered facades of today's suburban developments. Sometimes these shocking practices take strange forms, as the participants make use of their perverse imaginations to evade reality and the pressing problems of maturing human relationships, preferring instead to spend their energies finding new ways to enhance their shameful diversions. The story that follows vividly describes and elaborates upon this urgent theme.

Ted and Lois Fulton are a typical young American couple struggling to keep their three month marriage alive despite enormous pressures. Ted, a handsome and successful young insurance salesman, is desperately trying to cope with a growing inner restlessness, brought on not only by the gnawing monotony of his job, but most importantly, by the sexual frigidity of his wife.

Lois, petite and radiantly beautiful, is plagued by sexual fears that no amount of understanding and patience seem able to break through. As a result, their promising marriage is at a crisis point.

Then, with the relentless force of a hypnotic spell, they are drawn into the debauched and lurid world of their new neighbors, Vince and Nora Collier. What follows then is a graphic account of the tragic dangers of wife-swapping, heightened by the particularly wanton new twists that their neighbors have evolved to satisfy their ever-increasing decadence.

- The Publishers


CHAPTER ONE

Ted Fulton stood alone in the den of his new neighbor's split-level home gazing with awe at the oil painting prominently displayed on one wall. The huge picture showed a naked couple in a lewdly erotic embrace against the background of a wild jungle setting. Every feature of their closely connected bodies was outlined in vivid detail, and they were in the midst of what appeared to be frenzied, lurid copulation. But it wasn't just the shocking frankness of the picture that stunned the handsome young man, but an undefinable quality of savagery that pervaded it. The shameless couple seemed somehow other than human, as if there was an air of bestiality, or animal passion that lurked in every brushstroke. It was a startling painting, and it was even more startling that he should find it in a Westport, Connecticut home.

"That painting's really something, isn't it?" a male voice inquired from behind him.

Surprised at the sudden presence of someone else, Ted turned and found himself face to face with his host for the evening, Vince Collier, a man a few years older than himself who had recently moved to Westport from New York City with his wife Nora.

"Yes... it's... rather unusual," Ted replied somewhat awkwardly. The power of the painting had aroused him sexually, for he could feel his genitals stirring with faint desire, and he was a little embarrassed at being caught gazing at it so openly.

"That's one of Nora's best," the tall, authoritative man continued. "She's really quite talented. In fact, several of her ideas were incorporated into some of our most successful campaigns in the city."

Vince Collier was in advertising, holding a key position in one of New York's top firms. He and his wife had taken up residence in the house directly across the street from Ted and Lois Fulton only a few days earlier. They had sought out the young couple almost immediately and had invited them for a "get-acquainted" dinner that night. The Fulton's were a little in awe of the new neighbors, for they seemed so much more glamorous than they, and came from a world that seemed to them quite sophisticated and assured. In fact, Ted felt a little glum over the fact that he was a mere insurance salesman, albeit a successful one. There was an air of worldliness about the Colliers that Ted had noticed right away, something that set them apart from the other couples they knew in the neighborhood. And so when the dinner invitation arrived, he began looking forward to the evening with unusual anticipation. He was curious to see what made them tick.

"The women should be out in a minute," Vince remarked, breaking a momentary silence. "They're fixing the coffee and having a little female gabfest. C'mon into the living room."

Following him into the other room, Ted watched as the powerfully built, black-haired man sauntered casually over to the couch and sat down on it with an easy slouch. He was dressed in a loose white shirt, open nearly to his navel, revealing thick, dark chest hair, and tight black trousers, the tightest trousers Ted had seen any male wearing in Westport. It made Ted feel that his own conservative business suit was drab and shapeless, although he himself was quite handsome, with curly brown hair and piercing brown eyes, and a slim muscular body that compared favorably with any young man of twenty-three. But as he moved into the living room and opposite Vince Collier, there was a suggestion of uncertainty about his moves that belied his compelling physique. In the back of his mind, he wished somehow that he had the assurance and flair that Vince Collier appeared to possess so instinctively. Moments after he sat in the huge white leather easy chair, he realized that the powerful advertising executive was staring at him with a curious intensity, and Ted quickly averted his eyes and pretended to be gazing about their spacious living room. It was done in quite modem taste, with white walls, white leather couches and chairs, glass coffee tables, and a thick piled scarlet wall to wall carpet. The walls were hung with tasteful pictures and engravings, some quite old, some from different lands, far different from Nora Collier's awesome oil painting. Try as he might, he couldn't get the strange, erotic picture out of his mind and it was with great effort that he attempted to make conversation.

"I like the decoration here," he said. "You've got a lot more flair in the design than we've seen in most of the houses in the area."

"Thanks," Vince replied, with his deep, male voice. "Again that's Nora's work. She's got a real eye for beauty."

At that moment the two women entered the room bearing a silver coffee service and cups. They were two very different females, Ted observed, but both incredibly attractive. His wife, Lois, entered first, looking cute and curvaceous in a snug-fitting light blue skirt and white blouse that emphasized her ripe young breasts and softly rounded hips. A surge of husbandly pride flashed through him, for he knew that even Vince Collier had more than once that evening gazed in admiration at her supple body, and her fresh, unspoiled face. The young wife had a clear, rosy complexion that was the envy of the neighborhood, and tonight, with her sandy hair swirling around her head in a bright bouffant, her eyes sparking their brightest blue, and her lips a creamy pink, she looked especially delightful.

Following close behind was Nora, a staggeringly different vision: tall, voluptuous, with a figure that was Amazonian and fully revealed by the skin-tight black sheath dress she wore. The low-cut neckline could scarcely contain the ample flesh of her melon-like breasts that seemed about to burst out from the front of her dress. She had flaming red hair, long and silky, and falling in a ravishing mane down her back; her deep, emerald-green eyes glittered as if lit from within and were set perfectly in her sensuous, sharply defined face. Her lips were full and soft, tinged with deep red lipstick.

"Here's the coffee," she purred throatily as she entered. "I hope we haven't kept you waiting too long. We had a lot of things to talk about."

"Didn't mind waiting at all," her dark-eyed husband replied, "besides it's worth the wait to watch you two beauties make an entrance like that. Isn't it Ted?"

Ted smiled at his remark, for he had to admit the two of them made a vision of female pulchritude that was quite something, to the extent that when they had entered the room his cock, already aroused by Nora's painting, had begun straining eagerly against the fabric of his pants.

"Where shall I put the coffee?" Lois asked in her light, honey-sweet voice.

"Right there on that table," Nora replied warmly.

Ted's wife placed the silver coffee server on the round glass table in front of the sofa, then sat in an easy chair nest to her husband, modestly crossing her legs and pulling the hem of her skirt down over her exposed knees. With a twinge of envy, the young insurance salesman watched Nora place the tray of cups on the same table and then slide sensuously back onto the leather-covered couch next to her husband with none of the sense of prudish reserve he had observed in his own wife. The ravishing redhead leaned intimately against her husband's thickly muscled body and purred like a kitten.

"Oh, I feel so nice and comfortable tonight," she said. "It must be the pleasant company. I haven't felt this delicious in weeks."

"More likely it's all the wine we had with dinner," her husband remarked with a sly smile. Then he slid his arm deftly behind her back until he reached around and cupped his hand under her left breast. "Made me feel sort of mellow myself."

"Indeed," Nora said in a low voice, letting her hand slide down to run teasingly along her husband's inner thigh.

Ted could see that Lois was a little uncomfortable as she watched the Colliers fondling each other so openly. He knew that inwardly she was probably uptight about the whole thing, as her own sense of sexuality, he remembered only too well, was very undeveloped. But the Colliers, if they noticed any discomfort in their pretty guest's eyes, acted as if there was nothing at all wrong.

"May as well relax with a little drink now and then, eh Ted?" Vince asked. "That's one of the pleasures of marriage, after all, being able to let yourself go when the day's work is done."

Ted nodded affirmation, trying to give the impression that he and Lois felt the same way, but in the back of his mind he was vividly aware that such casual intimacy was not one of the things he and his bride of three months enjoyed, especially of late. Indeed, that very point was something that was a steadily growing bone of contention between them.

"Gee," Lois said, "we sure did have a lot to drink, didn't we? I usually don't drink much, myself, so this is all kind of unusual for me."

"Did you enjoy the meal, Lois?" Nora asked as she moved away from her husband and began pouring coffee.

"I sure did. It was really delicious. You'll have to give me the recipe some time."

"Love to," the redhead replied, offering her a cup of coffee. "Maybe I'll come over tomorrow when the boys are at work. Then we can have a real hen party."

"Oh, that'll be fun," the young bride replied with genuine enthusiasm. "I haven't gotten to know many people in the neighborhood... I guess I'm a little shy with people sometimes..."

"Really?" Vince interjected. "Well, I must say you haven't been at all shy tonight."

"Oh, I really enjoyed the evening. And I guess all that wine relaxed me more than I thought."

"Good," Nora said. "I want us all to be really good friends. I think we have a lot in common." Ted was quite pleased at her remark, for it was a definite indication that this assured couple liked him and his wife. As he leaned forward to take a cup of coffee from Nora, their eyes met, and for a moment there was an exchange of glances that was so electric that the young husband felt his body grow warm and flush, while his thickening penis lurched in a sudden twinge of desire.

"Thanks," he said, taking the coffee and relaxing back in his chair, trying to ease his growing sense of sexual excitement.

Christ, he thought, what's happening to me? I've got to get hold of myself!

"There's cream and sugar here," the redhead said. "Just take what you want. I think I'm too tipsy to play hostess anymore."

"The hell with that," her husband said playfully, springing up from the sofa. "Why don't we add a little something stronger to the old brew. I think we've got some Irish Whiskey in the cabinet."

"Oh, none for me," Lois said modestly. "I think I've had more than enough now."

"How 'bout you Ted?" the dark-haired man inquired. "Had enough?"

"I think I could use a shot," he replied. "Great!"

Although Ted was already somewhat drunk thanks to the wine at dinner and the cocktails beforehand, he didn't want to appear naive in front of this sophisticated couple. Besides, he was feeling a little raunchy now, too, thanks to the erotic atmosphere that pervaded the Collier household, and in the back of his mind he had begun to anticipate an evening of lovemaking with his wife.

Why not, he thought rakishly, why the hell not?

"Ted," Lois said suddenly as Vince approached with the whiskey. "Don't you think you've had enough? I mean you have to get up early for work tomorrow..."

"Jesus, I know that," he shot back, with a tinge of sharpness that was unexpected. "I think I can handle it."

Lois retreated with a frightened, hurt look in her eyes, and Ted immediately regretted his remark, especially not wanting to appear troubled with his new neighbors. But the Colliers appeared to be completely unaffected by the brief exchange. Instead, Vince calmly poured a strong shot into Ted's coffee cup.

"There you go," he said. "Nice little gift from the Irish."

Then he poured a second shot of whiskey into Ted's coffee, and did the same with his own and his wife's.

"Sure I can't persuade you to have a little, Lois?" the suave ad-man inquired gently.

"No... no thanks," she replied demurely. "Gosh I don't mean to be a wet blanket or anything... but I'm starting to get sleepy from all I drank before and..."

"Oh listen, we understand perfectly," Nora said.

There was an exchange of warm smiles between the two women, and the slight tension in the air was gone completely. Everyone sipped their coffee in silence, and Ted noted that the strong liquor was vastly more potent than he had expected, for almost immediately he felt its effects coursing through his body, making him mellow and much looser than he had been before. His brain began to reel in a very pleasant manner, and he became utterly relaxed. He was hardly aware, in fact, that his young bride was trying to get his attention until she pulled slightly at his arm.

"Ted... Ted," she said. He turned to her, and as he did he felt a strong surge of desire for her ripple through him triggered by the effects of the potent coffee. "It's getting so late. I think we should go home soon."

Before he could protest, the Colliers were urging them to stay awhile longer.

"Hell, don't go yet," Vince said. "The evening's still young."

Inwardly Ted was annoyed at his wife's suggestion. It seemed that whenever they went anywhere and started having a little fun she wanted to go home, arguing that she was sleepy, or had a headache, or some such excuse. It was the same thing, he noted darkly, in their sexual life. More and more over the past weeks, whenever he wanted to expand their sexual play, she resisted with increasing coldness. And now, just when he was beginning to enjoy the evening and hoped to get to know his new neighbors a little better, she was once more urging them to go. A knot of anger began to form in his stomach, aided by the drinks though he tried to resist it with whatever reasoning strength was left in his mind.

"Well, I won't let you go until you come into the den and see Nora's painting!" Vince stated flatly, with a mischievous glance toward Ted.

"Absolutely!" Nora agreed.

"Oh, I'd love to!" the young wife exclaimed. "Nora, you didn't tell me you painted."

"Oh, I'm just a Sunday painter... it's a hobby."

"You're too modest," her husband said. "C'mon Lois, it's right through that door. I think you'll find it fascinating."

Lois eagerly followed Vince through the living room, and when they disappeared into the den, Ted wondered curiously what his prudish wife's reaction would be to the bold oil painting. The sound of Nora's voice made the young salesman realize, through his alcohol-clouded brain, that the voluptuous redhead was still in the room with him.

"Did you see the painting, Ted?"

"Yes... yes I did... it's... remarkable. Very good."

"You didn't find it too... too daring, I hope?"

"Not at all!" Ted assured her, trying to mask the strange effect the painting had on him.

"Good," the redhead replied, settling back on the couch languidly and gazing with sly curiosity into Ted's eyes. "I hope your wife won't object to it. She seems a trifle... oh, how shall I put it... shy..."

"Yes... yes I guess that's true," he replied. He felt a bit uncomfortable now, with Nora's liquid emerald-green eyes burning into him that way. Was she secretly laughing at him for his wife's innocence? He couldn't tell. But the powerful presence of the svelte female sitting across from him in an almost provocative manner disturbed him. He was too drunk to cope with anything clearly and now he, like his wife, had a strong inclination to leave, before the evening turned sour. At that moment Lois and Vince returned from the den. Ted turned immediately to them, and he saw that Lois's face was ashen, pale as a ghost's, and her hands were trembling slightly. Obviously the painting had disturbed her deeply.

"Ted," she said in a small, anxious voice. "I've got a little headache... maybe we should go home now..."

"Oh, I hope my painting didn't upset you?" Nora exclaimed, rising quickly and moving with maternal tenderness to where the young woman stood.

"No... no... it's beautiful... really," Lois said, "but I just suddenly feel really sleepy and my head is absolutely pounding..."

"Oh, that's all right, honey," Nora said, putting her arm gently around Lois's shoulder and walking her back into the living room. "It's been a long evening... I'm a little tired too..." Within a few minutes the two couples were exchanging goodbyes at the front door.

"It's been great getting to know you, Ted," Vince said, shaking his hand with a powerful grip. "Let's get together real soon again, what do you say."

"Sure, anytime," he replied.

"And I'll come over tomorrow and give you that recipe," Nora was saying to Lois. "Say about noon?"

"Sure," the young wife replied, having regained a little of her composure. "That's fine."

Unexpectedly, Nora leaned over and kissed her on the cheek affectionately, and then did the same to Ted, who blushed slightly. Moments later the young couple, both shaken by the events of the evening with their sophisticated new neighbors, walked across the street in the balmy air of the June evening to their home.


CHAPTER TWO

Ted sat on the spacious double bed in the master bedroom of their home, listening to the patter of the water from the adjoining bathroom where Lois was showering. He wore only the bottom half of his silk pajamas so that the upper torso of his lithe, athletic body was fully naked. He was still quite drunk from dinner at the Colliers, and his mind was turbulent with conflicting thoughts from the strange evening. Somehow the meeting with their new neighbors had put his entire life in full relief, and he saw himself in a perspective that he didn't like very much at all.

He had gone into the insurance game shortly after his graduation from Connecticut Junior College, when he was twenty-one, and in two short years had become one of the top salesmen in the firm. He had enjoyed his work at first, for it was well paying and he had been able to save enough in the first year to consider marriage to the right girl. And, as if by some incredibly lucky turn of fate, the right girl had appeared on the scene. Lois had come to work at the office as a secretary right after her own graduation from a nearby high school, and her appearance there set all the salesmen astir with excitement. She was so fresh and wholesome looking, with a pert attractive manner, that she appealed to all of the men without exception, from the boys in the mail room to the top executives. Her face was so sweet and vulnerable that it made a man want to protect her, to shield her from the perils of the world, and yet her body was so lush and shapely, that there wasn't a man there who, once having seen her, didn't desire her strongly. But her demure shyness, her gentle reserve, was so sincere that she was never the object of overt lechery or gross behavior. An attitude like that would have been out of place in her ladylike presence. She was like a princess from a fairy tale, her blue eyes shining with trust and optimism, and it was those very qualities that made the curly-haired young salesman fall hopelessly in love with her at first sight.

They dated frequently, and got to know each other very well. Ted found out that her mother had died shortly after she was born, and her father, who apparently was something of a scoundrel, sent her to live with a maiden aunt in Westport, wanting nothing to do with the raising of a little girl. He had sent her money regularly until her graduation, then promptly disappeared from her life. Under the aunt's tutelage, Lois had grown up in a completely sheltered and unreal world which, although it kept her innocent of the ways of the world and somewhat withdrawn from people, had also preserved in her a delightfully fresh, unspoiled quality that Ted found completely enthralling. After two months of dating, he popped the question, and Lois happily agreed to marry him. It seemed there was nothing that could mar their happiness, even though the aunt had been against the marriage and moved to California shortly after the ceremony. But on their marriage night, the young husband found that his radiant bride was completely unschooled sexually, and was terrified when he made his first advances toward her.

At first it didn't seem to matter, for although Ted was no playboy, he had had some previous sexual experience that enabled him to educate Lois slowly and patiently in the arts of love. Bit by bit she succumbed, even though she demanded the lights be off at all times as she couldn't bear to look at his massive genitals, and remained passive throughout the act. Yet she was so ravishingly beautiful that, in the early days, Ted always had a satisfying orgasm, even though he knew she shared little of his pleasure. He knew that she was trying, and he felt that time would take care of the rest. But so far it hadn't.

As one month passed, then another, Lois grew more fearful and withdrawn, often preferring to avoid lovemaking altogether. Then the routine of work, coupled with the pressure at home, began to wear heavily on the young husband. Night after night he would return from the office, or from visiting clients, eager to enjoy the pleasures of marriage, only to find his bride reluctant and hostile. Now it had been nearly two weeks since they had made love, joyless and frigid though it had been, and Ted was like a time bomb ready to explode at any minute. The evening with Vince and Nora had only heightened his anxiety, for they seemed so casually erotic with each other, so sexually responsive, that Ted felt as if he was being cheated of his due as a man and a husband.

Christ, he thought angrily, I've got to have some real sex soon or I'm gonna go nuts! This is getting ridiculous! I've got the most beautiful wife in the world, and she cringes every time I lay a hand on her!

Just the thought of her slender, gleaming body, her satin-smooth pink-tipped breasts, her voluptuously flaring hips and thighs, made his body tremble with desire. His long thick cock quivered and grew hard with randy passion as he sat on the bed trying to sort out his turbulent thoughts, trying to steady the raging passion and anger that had been simmering for weeks.

I want her, he thought savagely, and I want her tonight!

At that moment, he heard the shower being turned off, and he lay back on the bed. Unconsciously his hand reached down and began to massage the throbbing bulge of his cock and balls through the silky texture of his pajamas. Soon the door of the bathroom opened and Lois entered, wearing a prudish cotton nightgown.

She's dressed like her old maid aunt, he ruminated with contempt. Christ, it's as if she's trying to put me off!

His brain, still fogged with too much wine and whiskey, refused to reason clearly. Instead, lust and anger raced through it like angels of the devil driving the young husband into a near-frenzy of unexpressed, stormy passion. He watched as his pretty young wife went through her little ritual preparatory to getting into bed. First she arranged all the bottles and jars on her vanity table precisely. Then she shut off all the lights, first in the bathroom, then in the bedroom, one by one, not even glancing at her husband. This made Ted even more irate, for he felt she was making a fool of him, flaunting her frigidity in his face and almost daring him to challenge it. As she was just about to turn off the last light, he growled in a low voice that made the sandy-haired girl start with alarm.

"Leave the light on!"

"Wh-What?" She turned to him, and her mouth dropped open, for she saw that her usually mild-mannered husband had removed his pajama bottoms and now lay in an obscene position, his legs spread, and his hand shamelessly fondling his rapidly hardening cock. The look in his eyes was so bizarre, so cruel, that she gasped.

"What's wrong, Ted?" she asked in a frightened little voice. "What's come over you?"

"Nothing new," he sneered, unable to stop the bitter feelings that surged up from deep in his subconscious, feelings that had been too long hidden. "Nothing a good fuck won't take care of!"

"Ted! Don't talk like that! I don't understand! You're acting like... like a crazy person!"

"Crazy? Yeah, maybe I am crazy! Crazy like the Colliers, huh?"

"Oh, so that's it," the young girl said, her lips tightening with resentment. "All that liquor and that horrid painting... that's what's made you like this!"

"So you didn't like our new neighbors, huh?" he snarled, sitting up and glaring at her like an enraged beast. "You thought they were crude! You want to run away from them now, just like you run away from everything else! Isn't that right? ISN'T IT?"

Lois put her hands over her ears and backed away fearfully from Ted, who was crawling across the bed, his eyes glazed with lust.

"I won't listen to this! I WON'T! I... I liked the Colliers... but they're... different..."

"They're not afraid of sex! Is that what you mean? They're not like cringing ten year olds afraid to let themselves go! THAT'S WHAT YOU MEAN ISN'T IT?"

"Please, Ted..." she begged, tears forming in her eyes. "I... I've never seen you like this! It's horrible!"

The young bride, although she had been loathe to admit it to herself, had been quite disturbed by the evening with the Colliers. Though she had tried not to show it, the subtle eroticism that pervaded their every move made her anxious and fearful. But she had tried to shut it out of her head and ignore it.

Now, with her own husband approaching her like a crazed beast, it made her shake with terror. Every muscle in her body tightened, and revulsion coursed through her slender frame. She wanted to run, to escape from his taunting, leering eyes, but there was nowhere to go. She bit her lips, trying to force back the flood of tears that threatened to erupt at any moment and she clutched her shapeless nightie around her body, terrified at what might happen.

"You dress yourself like a goddamn old lady!" Ted snapped viciously. "Is it because you don't want me to touch that body of yours? WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU AFRAID OF?"

"Oh, Ted," she groaned, unable to stop the tears that now poured from her eyes. "I've been trying! So help me, I've been trying! Please don't act this way, PLEASE!"

"I'm tired of your turning me down night after night like I was a pig! I'm tired of you acting like my cock and balls made you sick! I WANT TO MAKE LOVE TO YOU, GODDAMN IT! I WANT TO FUCK YOU!"

The sound of the horrid word made her shrink back in loathing. Ted, seeing her reaction, completely lost control. It was the straw that broke the camel's back, and he suddenly lunged forward off the bed and tore the ugly nightgown from her body, wrenching it from her tightly clasped hands, yanking it off her shoulders and hurling it in a corner.

"I want to see you naked! In the light! I want to hold you naked and eat your pussy!"

"Oh God, Ted, please!" she cried helplessly, backing up against the wall as if she could disappear into it and vanish forever. "NOOOOOOO!"

She was naked now, except for the flowered bikini panties she wore that hid the tightened, trembling mound of her cunt. The sight of her succulent curves only served to heighten Ted's mounting frenzy of desire.

"I WANT TO SEE ALL OF YOU!" he shouted. "EVERY FUCKING BIT OF YOU!"

Dimly he realized that his behavior was vulgar and outrageous, but he no longer cared. In fact, deep within, it thrilled him to be acting this way with his quaking bride. A sense of throbbing, jungle savagery began to overtake him like a tidal wave. He reached out roughly and grabbed one of his wife's slim white arms and hurled her down to the bed. Then he gripped the tight elastic waistband of her panties and viciously began to pull them down over her gleaming white hips.

But Lois clamped her legs together tightly, struggling with all her might to resist the brutal onslaught from her maddened spouse. Her actions drove Ted even further into a fury of unrelenting passion. Crudely, he forced her legs apart and then pulled at the flimsy garment so that in one stroke it pulled away from the golden "vee" of her vaginal mound. The sight of her honey-colored pubic hair made his eyes bulge like a slavering animal. For a moment, Lois tried to cover her most private parts with her hands, for the exposure to the light made her skin crawl with revulsion. She could at least bear to be naked in the darkness, but to be fully revealed in the light was more than she could stand. But Ted was not to be stopped. He gripped the supple garment with both hands and pulled it down her legs, so that the elastic leg bands stung the tender white flesh of her thighs as he yanked it off.

"Aaaaaaaahhh!" she screamed, in pain and humiliation.

"SHUT UP!" he snapped hoarsely. "SHUT UP, BITCH!"

Ted had left all vestiges of his formerly reserved self far behind now and abandoned himself totally to the brutal, vile creature that had taken hold of his mind and body. Tossing the panties away with a flick of his wrist, he turned to ogle the sight of his wife's perfectly sculptured body in all its pristine nakedness. His eyes zeroed in on the lust-inciting mound of her vagina, still covered with desperate modesty by her trembling hands. Clambering up over her on the bed, he quickly yanked her hands aside, spread her quivering legs, and buried his face in her pussy with a deep groan, while he gripped the softly curving flesh of her hips like a depraved animal.

His horrified wife groaned in abject humiliation, as his lips and tongue explored every inch of her wide-held vaginal split. He had never done such a thing to her before, and she was nearly in a state of shock by his crude behavior. Her head flailed wildly in resistance, her fists clenched in terror, and she screamed for him to stop, but he was beyond the reach of reason. He buried his face in her cuntal flesh with bestial intensity and his lips curled hungrily around the quivering nub of her clitoris as he began to suck on it with the brutality of a man too long denied the pleasures of the flesh. Yet Lois's rigid fear kept her from feeling any enjoyment from his act, for she was nearly numbed physically from years of sexual inhibition.

Ted sucked like a demon at her pussy, reveling first in the little head of her clitoris that hardened involuntarily, then licking his tongue up and down the delicate hair-lined outerlips of her pussy. The sweet feminine fragrance, combined with the smooth textures of the folds of flesh against his tongue, worked like an overpowering aphrodisiac on the young husband, and he sucked at his wife with ever increasing hunger. Then, in one sudden gesture, he found the tightened ring of her vaginal entrance, and stiffening his tongue he plunged it far up inside! The shock of it nearly drove Lois wild with horror, and she instinctively reached down and dug her long fingernails into the tender flesh of his shoulders.

Ted suddenly cried out in pain from her vengeful reaction, reared back from her gaping cuntal slit, and with a sudden rush of uncontrolled fury he slapped his wife full in the face.

The force of his blow made Lois' head spin, and her cheek burned with pain.

Oh God, she screamed inwardly, OH GOD! THIS IS HORRIBLE! ITS A HORRIBLE NIGHTMARE!

"You bitch!" Ted shrieked angrily. "YOU GODDAMN BITCH! YOUR CUNT IS TOO PRECIOUS TO BE TOUCHED, IS THAT IT?"

Her reaction to his lewd tonguing drove him berserk now, and he was so hot that his penis had grown hard as a rock and screamed for release. His loins were on fire, and his blood raced through his veins in a raging fever of lust! At that moment he became possessed with a new idea, an idea that consumed him with the force of a madman's hallucination suddenly gone out of control.

"All right, then, my sweet little innocent bride, if I can't touch your private little cunt, how about if you try touching me for a change? IN FACT WHY DON'T YOU SUCK ME OFF!"

Lois could scarcely believe what he was suggesting! But there was no doubt that he wanted her to... to take his... his penis in her mouth! In her wildest dreams this was something she never imagined she would ever do! It was horrid and ugly! Surely he couldn't be serious! But one glance at his bulging, lust-crazed eyes assured her that that was exactly what he wanted her to do. Inwardly she was nauseous with fear and shame, and yet, after his cruel slap earlier, she knew that if she did not acquiesce to his gross demand there was no telling what he might do.

I can't bear it, her mind groaned inwardly, I can't bear it!

Ted grabbed her roughly and pulled her off the bed. Then standing in a lewd pose at the edge of the bed, he forced her down, on her knees in front of him, like a barbarian master with his slave, so that her face was poised in front of his throbbing, raging cock. His blood-engorged shaft reared like a thick leering snake in front of her. Slowly, he pulled back the protective fold of the foreskin.

"NOW SUCK ME OFF, BITCH! SUCK IT!"

She had her eyes shut tight now, kneeling before him, trembling with humiliation.

"Look at me!" he snarled, grabbing her hair roughly and forcing her head up.

Slowly, she opened her eyes and found herself looking straight into the gleaming eye at the top of the bulbous purple cock-head. She tried to pull back, frightened and repulsed by the rigidly throbbing monster so close to her face.

"Suck it, bitch! Suck it!" Ted commanded through angrily clenched teeth.

Weeping like a child, Lois knelt before him, unable to move, yet she couldn't take her eyes off the giant surging organ in front of her eyes. The head gleamed an iridescent purple, and the shaft of it was a bright crimson, sinewy and long, the underside webbed with bluish veins. The base disappeared into the tangle of his light brown pubic curls, beneath which his huge testicles hung lewdly. They looked as big as tennis balls, encased hairy sacs, and pulsing menacingly, they seemed to threaten her in advance with the lewd torrents of male fluid that they would ultimately pour into her throat. Lois gagged in fear.

She raised her eyes imploringly to her husband, but Ted was past the point of being receptive to her plea for mercy. Cruelty was abundant and lust rife in his soul. Pulling her head forward harshly, he managed to place the smooth, rubbery tip of his cock just at her lips. The terrified young bride clenched her teeth tightly in resistance.

"Open your mouth or I'll force you to open it!" he ranted.

Lois knew she had to comply. Slowly she opened her trembling lips, and with great effort, managed to barely encompass the very tip of his cock. She pulled back immediately - she had tasted a drop of his expectant cum, already waiting, and she recoiled in disgust. Again her enraged spouse gripped her hair and forced half of the huge, bulbous cock-head between her fearfully quivering lips. Feebly, Lois worked her lips around the giant tip, but try as she might she could not get any more of the incredible bulk inside her mouth.

Ted, hot and excited beyond reason, gripped his turgidly throbbing cock with one hand, and with the other hand, held his wife's head steady. Then he rammed forward with the full force, driving the massive rod half its length into Lois's vainly resisting mouth. Her teeth raked painfully against the swollen male-flesh, making him grit his teeth and rail against the sharp pain, but it was in! Lois shook and sputtered, but her husband held her fast, and she had no choice but to keep the swollen instrument in her mouth. Incredibly, he drove forward, plowing the rest of it, every inch of it, up into her mouth and far back into her throat. She felt his pendulous balls pressing against her chin and her nostrils were filled with the strong male odor of his genitals. Fresh tears sprang to her eyes, this time from the choking, gagging sensation as Ted began to move his lust-bloated rod inside her mouth. After he had moistened the entire length, he began to saw it in and out of her soft oral warmth. Lois began to relax slightly, once the initial shock of the huge cock's intrusion was over, and she was able to at least endure his ever quickening strokes with somewhat less resistance. Sensing her partial surrender, Ted relaxed his vise-like grip on her head and hair.

Immediately grateful for this small favor, Lois began to make an effort to please her husband in whatever small way was possible to minimize the horror of her situation. Her mouth involuntarily began a gentle rhythm of its own, opening and closing around the fleshy penis, her tongue darting at the tiny glans opening at the top. Her teeth brushed lightly against the sensitive undervein, pressuring it gently, sending long-desired thrills running and leaping through her husband, who moaned pleasurably above her lewdly bobbing head. Then, tentatively, she let her hands flutter up to grip his tensed, muscular thighs.

Ted's heart was thundering like a cannon now in his chest; he was lost in a whirlpool of unbearable sensuality as his wife's firm lips closed around the palpitating surface of his cock as it slid wetly in and out of her mouth. He moaned and twitched convulsively as she timidly allowed her tongue to dart around the rigid shaft of male flesh.

Sensing her husband's pleasure, she hope that by doing this she might hasten his orgasm and thereby end the shameful act. Fear and revulsion still held sway over her body and mind, but it was strangely tempered now by her desire to hasten her husband's release.

The pleasure-maddened young man felt his rubbery cock-head rasp excitingly against the ridged roof of her mouth and the indentation of her teeth on the underside sent shivers of ecstasy coursing through him. Then, with unexpected curiosity, Lois began to run her fingers over the openly exposed part of his penis, even now and then touching his heavily sperm-bloated balls, and this increase of activity made his loins a quivering mass of fiery sensuality. With increasing passion, he buried his lust-swollen penis deeper in her throat, then pulled out, and repeated this over again, shoving his hips forward with steadily rhythmic thrusts.

The revolted young wife had now relaxed to the degree that she was no longer conscious only of her terror. She lost herself in the steady pounding of his wildly driving penis, absorbed only in helping him achieve his climax. Her jaw had relaxed now, and her mouth began to suck involuntarily at his lustfully sawing cock, with the result that it was almost as if she had had some experience at this, for her lips and mouth seemed to know instinctively what to do. The gagging sensation she had felt for so long began to subside, and she even dimly experienced a certain sense of perverse enjoyment that enabled her to continue her part in Ted's bizarre action.

At that moment, Ted knew from the hot churning deep in his balls that he was going to cum soon, and he began to groan with delight.

"Ohhh yeeess!! Oh, baby that's it! Suck it, suck it good!"

His encouragement worked like magic on Lois, and she increased her activity, almost as if she had been doing it for years. To her great surprise, the idea of taking her husband's cock in her mouth, as if she were a common slut or whore, no longer revolted her but... but actually thrilled her! It was shameful and gross, she knew, yet there was an undeniable excitement about it, too! For the first time in her life, she began to experience a wanton animal pleasure that she had never known existed, and the new sensation overtook her with such surprise that she abandoned herself to it completely.

Ted sensed this immediately, and was elated that what had begun as a gesture of cruel outrage was now affecting his formerly prudish, fearful wife in a positive way!

"YEEEESSSS!" he cried in triumph, "BABY, YOU'RE BEAUTIFUL! SUCK MY PRICK! SUCK IT GOOD!"

His vulgar words increased his wife's unexpected surge of passion, and she lost herself in her lewd slavering over his genitals. She even began to feel twinges of warmth in her tightly clenched pussy, as if her abandonment had begun to affect her long-frigid loins. Up between her tensely kneeling legs, she felt a sweet moisture seeping that made her body ache with a delight that she had never in her life experienced before. Eagerly, she manipulated her mouth over her husband's hotly twitching cock, and ran her hands almost shamelessly around and under his balls. The new activity drove Ted wild, and in a sudden rush of passion, he knew his boiling seed was rushing forward for its final release.

"OH CHRIST I'M CUUMMINNNGG! CUUMMMMINNN! AHH-AHH-AHHHHHHH!"

And he was there! A thick jet of lewd white liquid suddenly burst forth from the head of his cock and gushed relentlessly up into Lois' mouth. This new intrusion of cum momentarily shocked the young wife back into reality, making her shiver and gag. She was sure she couldn't swallow it, but as gush after gush of hot male cum filled her mouth she knew she had no choice, and she forced herself to gulp it down. Yet even this, revolting though it seemed to her, was not as bad as she had expected, and soon she was draining her husband with a certain animal urgency that made him scream in delight as she sucked at his cumming cock-head.

Finally, after what seemed like hours, Ted's orgasm was completed, and he released his grip on his wife's head and collapsed onto the bed, sighing in satisfaction. Lois still knelt on the floor, dazed and stunned by the maelstrom of passion to which she had been so cruelly subjected. Yet, even though she had not reached orgasm herself, she had felt a vague surge of excitement that had been thrilling, and she realized in amazement that she had actually been able to perform the act, albeit timidly, without the total humiliation she had been sure would be there. It was hard to believe, but she had actually begun to... dare she believe it... enjoy what she had done!

Yet just as this thought hit her, another force took hold of her. She became conscious of the reality of what had taken place. HER HUSBAND HAD FORCED HER TO SUCK HIS COCK!

With a little cry of anguish, all memory of enjoyment was swept away in the sudden rush of guilt that thundered through her with the force of an avalanche. She brought her hands to her face and once again began weeping. She wondered how she could face the world after such a horrible ordeal, or how she could face her husband. Slowly she lifted her face from her hands to see what Ted's reaction had been, and discovered, to her horror, that he had pulled himself completely onto the bed and, exhausted from his orgasm and from the heavy drinking earlier in the evening, had fallen sound asleep.


CHAPTER THREE

At three A.M., some four hours after the savage episode with his wife, Ted Fulton sat in the downstairs kitchen of his home trying to sort out his thoughts. He had awakened a half hour previously to find his wife asleep beside him. Feeling headachy and unable to return to sleep, he had quietly slipped on a pair of jeans, a sports shirt, and loafers and had gone downstairs for some orange juice. Now, seated at the kitchen table, his mind raced back over the strange and violent evening.

Jesus, I don't know what's happening to me, he thought as he sipped the refreshing juice. I didn't want to be so rough on Lois, but Christ, our marriage just seems to be falling apart before its started.

Once again he remembered the neighbors and the powerful influence the evening with them had exerted on him, and despite the fact that the Colliers' unusual lifestyle was partly responsible for his sudden sexual outburst, he was still fascinated by them. He wanted to know more about them, to find out what it was that gave them that powerful air of authority and confidence that he felt was so sorely lacking in his own personality and lifestyle. But at the same time, he regretted what had happened between him and his beautiful young bride. She had looked so innocent and vulnerable, sleeping beside him, and when he realized that there were dry tears on her cheeks from his brutal treatment of her, he had felt ashamed and disturbed.

He sighed deeply and finished the last of his orange juice. Placing the glass in the sink, he switched off the kitchen light. Immediately the room was flooded with bright moonlight that illuminated every room of the house without the aid of electricity. It gave the house an eerie feeling, yet he liked it. Somehow the near-darkness seemed to balm his troubled soul, and he wandered around on the first floor, glancing with curiosity at his familiar rooms and furnishings bathed in the silver-bluish moonlight.

As he passed the wide, curtained windows of the living room, however, he noticed something quite unusual. He stepped closer to the window and pulled back the drape to get a better view. There was a light on at the Collier house, a basement light, and he could hear the faint sounds of what seemed like rock music. It was an odd thing, he thought, for there to be so much activity so late at night. Usually his neighbors were sound asleep by now, and generally there wasn't a light to be seen anywhere except for the streetlight at the corner.

I wonder what's going on over there, he mused.

As he watched, he became more and more curious about what the Colliers could be doing so late, particularly with such loud music blaring. At first he tried to put it out of his mind.

Get the hell to bed, he told himself inwardly.

Letting the drape fall back into place he moved quickly to the stairs leading to the second floor bedroom. But then he stopped, and curiosity again seized him.

Well, it can't hurt just to take a peek, he thought. I could use a little fresh air anyway.

With determination he walked to the front door, opened it, and quietly went outside into the warm evening. There were no sounds except for the occasional bark of a dog, and that steady, faint pulse of rock music that emanated from the new neighbors' cellar window.

At first he felt foolish being outside like that, snooping around like a nosy woman, but something compelled him to walk slowly across the street and then slip into the protective covering of the bushes that surrounded the Collier house. Edging his way along the wall, he finally came to the lighted window. Crouching carefully and taking pains not to make any noise or risk discovery, he peeked inside. What he saw made his jaw drop in astonishment.

The Colliers had transformed their cellar into some kind of studio, with white walls, black carpeting, and various pieces of strange furniture. Lights were hung on the ceiling, strong theatrical lights filtered through colored gels.

And the center of the room, lying on a rough wooden bed, was Nora Collier, nearly naked except for a flimsy brassiere that barely covered her voluptuously rounded breasts, and sheer black bikini panties that were frayed and torn in places. Her brassiere had holes, ragged holes, through which the jutting buds of her nipples burst through, and she lay on the cot like a cheap whore in some kind of pornographic film. Her gleaming body was spread out shamelessly, so that her flame-colored tresses fanned out behind her like a dazzling scarlet headdress. Her eyes were closed, and her mouth, slashed with deep-red lipstick, was half open in ecstasy. Her hands were both clamped feverishly over the narrow crotchband of her frayed panties, and she was massaging her cuntal area with shameless abandon. Her legs, spread wide and dangling on either side of the narrow bed, were clad in black fishnet stockings, and on her feet she wore spike-heeled patent leather pumps.

Ted could scarcely believe the lewdly erotic picture before his eyes, and he gasped as he stared in the window at his neighbor. A revolving wheel, in front of a single spotlight that .was focused directly on the torrid scene, changed colors: first red, then blue, then green adding an incredibly exotic touch; this, combined with the rock music that was blaring from speakers somewhere in the bizarre basement room, created an atmosphere so sensual that the young husband's cock jerked immediately to life and strained hotly against the confines of his tight trousers.

My God, he thought, what is this? What's she doing?

He couldn't take his eyes off of her, particularly when he saw her reach inside of her tom black panties and begin to finger herself frantically as if possessed by a demon, arousing herself to a fever pitch of excitement, twisting her body ecstatically in shamelessly self-induced pleasure. Although he couldn't hear through the glass and above the din of the raunchy beat of the music, Ted knew she was moaning as she fingered herself so obscenely.

Hypnotized by the sight, Ted unconsciously reached down and began to stroke his hotly straining penis through the constricting jeans, his own passion roused immediately by what was taking place in his neighbors' cellar. He had never seen anything like it! It was as if every pornographic fantasy or picture he had ever seen had suddenly come vividly to life, and he was compelled by it, unable to tear himself away from the vulgar display.

Suddenly Nora seemed to tense, and for a moment she stopped massaging her pussy. She appeared to be listening for something. Raising herself up on the bed, she peered into the darkness beyond the strong beam of light. For an anxious moment, Ted thought that perhaps she had heard a noise and was aware of his presence, but soon the object of her attention was fully revealed. A second figure strode slowly into the circle of the spotlight.

For a few moments, Ted couldn't make out who the sudden intruder was. He could see that it was a tall, thickly muscled, dark man, dressed like a cheap hood, the kind that hung out in front of the bars near Westport's bus station. His hair was slicked back, and a shiny leather jacket, gleaming with studs and zippers, adorned his otherwise naked chest. He wore tight dungarees, faded nearly white from too many launderings, and stained with grease and dirt, as though he had spent many hours working on his car. They clung to his powerful thighs and legs like a second skin, clearly outlining the steely twists of his muscles and making a huge mound where his cock and balls pressed lewdly against the material. On his feet were heavy engineer's boots, grimy with mud and axle grease.

Christ, Ted realized with a flash, that's Vince Collier!

There was no doubt that it was Nora's husband, but he hardly looked like the suave ad-man Ted had just spent the evening with. A vicious sneer was slashed across his face, and his eyes flashed danger and dark eroticism. Ted was stunned and confused. What were they doing? He had never in his life seen anything like it before, and after the momentary shock wore off, he watched with ever-increasing intensity as the strange couple, now transformed into two totally different people, began to enact a perverse and demonic scene before his astonished eyes.

Nora drew back on the bed, taunting Vince, shouting at him, though Ted could not hear the words. She seemed enraged by his presence and ordered him to go. But Vince only laughed and began to massage the huge bulge of his cock and balls with his hands, spreading his legs wide and jutting his hips forward. Nora grew angrier and rose from the bed, screaming at him; she rushed towards him and began to pound her fists against his naked, hairy chest, but Vince only continued to laugh, then roughly grabbed her by the shoulders and kissed her fiercely on the lips, crushing his hungry mouth down against hers.

At first Nora struggled, but soon she was overwhelmed by the crude intensity of her husband's ardor. Her scantily clad body went ravishingly limp in his arms, and she began to return his caresses with fierce intensity.

Ted could see their tongues mingle lewdly as Vince ran his hands up and down her nearly naked skin, hungrily gripping and pawing the soft pliant flesh. He gripped her firmly rounded buttocks with both palms and squeezed hard, at the same time rotating his hips fiendishly into hers.

Then, with a sudden gesture, one of his hands reached down inside the back of her tattered bikini panties and his middle finger forced its lewd way down into her rectal crevice, searching hotly for the tightly puckered nether ring of her anus. Suddenly it found the object of its search and in one rough gesture, Vince shoved his finger up into her rectum with iron cruelty. Nora screamed and tried to pull away from him, once again becoming wrathful and angry, but the strapping man held her firmly and forced his intruding finger further up into her tightly resisting anus.

The brutality of the scene so over powered the astonished young insurance salesman that he was held completely captive by it; his straining cock throbbed fiercely now, and he rubbed his hands with ever-increasing fervor over the hotly pulsing mound. Then, unable to stand the surging eroticism any more, he quickly unzipped his fly and released his lust-swollen member, hardly aware of what he was doing.

Freed from the confines of his tightly constricting pants, his aching penis became rigidly erect and quiveringly alive, responding with hot little jerks to the hallucinatory scene that was unfolding before his very eyes. His hand gripped his cock roughly, pulled back the protective covering of foreskin, and began to jerk the hotly swollen flesh wildly up and down.

Meanwhile, Vince Collier had forced his middle finger all the way up into his writhing wife's angrily clenched rectum, and he twisted it savagely, causing her to scream in pain. The transformed advertising executive bent down and began to bite and suck on Nora's tautly hardened nipples, straining through the ragged holes in the flimsy brassiere she wore. Still holding his tortured spouse around the waist with his free arm, he busily explored the bruised and burning interior of her buttocks with his other.

Ted had never seen such crudely passionate lovemaking in his life. Something about the obscene vision struck a sympathetic chord in the young husband. Although such bizarre sexuality was totally inconceivable in his own life, bound as he was by convention and tradition, the lewd coupling he was witnessing only increased his fascination with his new neighbors. Particularly in view of his sexual problems with his nearly frigid wife, he found himself admiring the strange couple's erotic freedom. Indeed, he responded to it with throbbing excitement, roughly jerking his hotly inflated penis with wanton savagery, wanting to be part of the bizarre scene he was witnessing.

Lit by the swirl of changing colors and accompanied by the lewd blare of the music, Nora and Vince Collier continued their feverish activity with mounting fervor. The muscular husband withdrew his lewdly probing finger from the ravaged interior of her rectum, and pushed her away momentarily. Then, reaching out with his hand, he ripped the already tattered brassiere from Nora's quivering breasts, exposing them completely to Ted's bulging eyes. Their voluptuous roundness made him gasp in astonishment, for they jutted out haughtily, two proud milk-white mounds of firm female flesh that came to sleek brown points. The dark circles of the areolas were clearly visible, as well as the hardened, berry-like nipples that pushed out hotly from the center of those dark haloes. Their exposure to the air made them quiver and grow even harder, as her husband grabbed her around the waist and buried his face in first one, then the other, wrapping his hungrily sucking mouth around them as if he would devour them.

Ted's breath came faster and faster as he watched, crouched in the bushes, and a light film of perspiration broke out on his forehead.

Having had his fill of sucking at her breasts, Vince tore what was left of the shreds of Nora's sheer black panties from her loins with one bold stroke. This left his voluptuous wife naked save for the fishnet stockings and spike heeled shoes. Standing there thus nakedly revealed, her body glistened in the exotic light, she looked like a ravaged whore. Her eyes flashed defiance at her husband, and in reply to her dark look, Vince pushed her back on the rough wooden bed and quickly stripped himself of his studded leather jacket, so that his chest was completely naked.

Ted marveled at the man's physique, for he was thickly muscled like a boxer, and a thick tangle of curling chest hair spread darkly from his neck down to the rippling muscles of his hard, flat stomach. His arms were extremely well developed, and standing there in his tightly-molded jeans and boots, he looked like the young toughs Ted had secretly envied and feared in high school.

Slowly, his eyes leering down at his nakedly .disheveled spouse, Vince undid the thick leather belt of his dungarees, and then his tight pants, all the while licking his lips in obscene anticipation of what he was going to do to the helplessly sprawling redhead. Pulling his jeans roughly down his thighs, he fully exposed his massive cock and balls. Instantly his thick, lengthy penis shot angrily erect, and the large, hairy balls swung hotly beneath.

Ted was astonished at the size of the ad-man's turgid rod of flesh. It exceeded anything he had seen before, and was even larger than his own not-so-small cock.

Vince gripped his heavily swollen penis with one hand, and with the other he cupped the pulsing sac below, while his eyes roved obscenely over the lush contours of his cringing wife's gleaming body.

At that moment, the sound of a passing car interrupted Ted's intensive ogling of the unfolding scene. He froze, his hands still tightly gripped around his nakedly exposed cock, hardly daring to breathe and fearful that it was a roving police car.

God, he panicked, if I'm discovered like this they could lock me up as a peeping tom!

Suddenly he began to feel ridiculous, hidden there in the bushed, aroused like a beast as he watched his neighbors' grotesque behavior. But then, when the car continued past without stopping and drove into the distance, and he once more peered down into the cellar, his vague sense of guilt completely vanished. Vince was gripping his wife fiercely by her long scarlet tresses and had forced her into a kneeling position before him with her mouth sucking feverishly at his obscenely buried cock.

In a flash, Ted was reminded of the scene that had taken place only a few hours earlier between him and his own wife, when he had forced her to take him orally. But that encounter seemed small compared to the passion with which Nora Collier was now sucking so shamelessly at her husband's lust-stiffened rod.

That was just what I wanted with Lois, Ted thought, as Vince shoved his muscular hips and buttocks back and forth, plunging his rigid hardness up between his wife's roundly ovalled lips with merciless strokes. From the way Nora was responding there was no sign that she was fearful of such an act, the way his own wife had been. In fact she labored over her husband's swollen cock hungrily, a wanton creature, obviously loving it, wanting it! Again, Ted's lust-ridden penis throbbed up in hot response to the scene, and he continued to masturbate himself with lewd enthusiasm. Vince twisted his pelvis, groaning in lurid abandon as Nora devoured his cock with her mouth. He appeared to be in the throes of dark, bestial pleasure and was giving himself totally to it.

After several minutes of this wild pleasure, he pushed Nora away from him quite roughly, and ordered her to turn over on her stomach. She did so without question, and it seemed to Ted that her initial defiance had faded completely, for she was now totally obedient to his commands. From the sultry look on her face, there was no doubt that her own pleasure and excitement were as deep and savage as her husband's, for her eyes were glazed with a kind of animal rapture, craving more and more of the same rough, brutal treatment. The young salesman watched from the window as she turned over onto her stomach and willingly let Vince pull her buttocks up, so high that she was positioned on her elbows with the gleaming white half-moons of her buttocks waving lewdly in the air.

Now what? Ted wondered, as he eased the frantic jerking on his erotically swollen rod. What's he going to do with her?

He watched intently as Vince pulled his jeans down so that they hung in tight folds around his mud-stained boots. Then, kneeling slightly on the edge of the wooden bed, he positioned his thickly rigid penis so that it was poised directly at the entrance to Nora's lewdly exposed anal ring.

He's going to fuck her in the ass! Ted realized, his chest pounding with excitement.

Indeed, Ted's interpretation of the events proved more than true, for Vince gripped Nora's milk-white hips with one hand, while the other deftly guided the huge purplish tip of his exposed cock-head to the precise point of entry in her anal crack. Then, with a savage grimace, he jutted his hips forward in a knife-like stroke, cruelly forcing the tip of his cock up into the tight little ring of her rectum.

The scream of pain that came from Nora's lips as she threw back her head at his entry, was so loud that it penetrated through the window glass over the driving music. In response, Ted's cock jerked so fiercely that he thought he would cum right there in his hand. Again, Vince shoved forward, so that half of his angry red cock was buried in his quivering wife's tight rectal sheath, and Nora twisted and writhed her body in pain and torment.

Vince laughed cruelly, relishing her obvious humiliation and torture, then lunged again, this time burying the massive cock completely up between Nora's vainly straining ass-cheeks, as she again cried out in agony. Never in his life had Ted experienced the erotic sense of brutal passion that swept wildly through his body. Crouching furtively in the bushes, wildly masturbating with his hand gripping his madly responsive cock, he felt himself overcome with a perverse carnal pleasure that surpassed anything he had ever imagined possible. It was incredible, unbelievable, that he, a staid, respected young insurance salesman and husband, could be in such a position, leering like a voyeur at the lewd scene taking place in his neighbor's home in Westport, yet it was true, achingly true, and he reveled in it. He didn't care now whether he was discovered, or if his entire life was shattered by this moment of madness; all he wanted was to continue to watch while Vince Collier fucked his wife in the ass like a barbarian, and to cum in a blinding ecstasy of self-gratification!

In the cellar, Vince began to fuck Nora with slow lewd sodomizing thrusts, first pulling his lust-thickened shaft all the way out of her defenselessly wide-held anus, so that only the huge bulbous head was still buried up inside her, then slicing inward with a sharp thrust of his pelvis, once again burying his rigid cock deep inside her cringing rectum. Each cruel stroke elicited a howl of torture from the writhing young woman, while her sleekly sculpted body undulated in a lurid combination of pain and pleasure and her flame-red hair whipped wildly around her flailing head. Each time her husband plunged into her, her lewdly positioned body jerked, and she began to screw her buttocks obscenely back against her husband's driving loins to widen her rectal sheath and encourage him. Ted had never seen a woman so openly vulgar before, and her obvious mixture of passionate and tortured responses drove him even further into a scaring frenzy of lust.

The muscular advertising executive, now completely transformed into a bestial sodomist, increased the tempo of his brutal ass-fucking, and as he did, Nora increased the frenzy of her own demonic response. Soon they were moving in complete unison, their bodies hotly bucking in torrid lust, while the young husband, watching from his hiding place, jerked his own blood-engorged cock in perfect synchronization. He began to moan unconsciously, his eye still glued to the scene, and waves of animal pleasure rocked his body as he crouched furtively by the cellar window in the darkness. Soon his eyes clouded over in a haze of forbidden ecstasy, making the ferocious screwing he beheld appear even more bizarre and sensual.

"CHRIST BABY I'M GOING TO CUM!" Vince cried out. "I'M GOING TO CUM WITH MY PRICK IN YOUR HOT ASS!"

"FUCK ME GOOD! LOVER! FUCK ME HARD! HURT ME! HURT ME!" his wildly raging wife screamed. "I'M GOING TO CUM TOOOOO! YEEEEEESSSSSS!"

Indeed, as Vince began to fuck with the force of a jackhammer up into her obscenely impaled rectum, Nora doubled the intensity of her backward lunges, responding lustily to her husband's cruel treatment of her. Every part of her milk-white body gleamed with passion, and she shouted vulgar obscenities in lewd accompaniment to the overwhelming sensations that enveloped her, as she knelt in total subjugation to Vince's most obscene whims.

"FUUUCCCKKKK! FUUUUCCCCKKKK MEEEEEEE!" she screamed.

She ground her buttocks furiously back against his savagely intruding shaft, obviously increasing their already tumultuous dual pleasure to unbelievable new heights. Her shrieks and cries and those of her husband penetrated through the din of the music once again and brought Ted closer to his own steadily mounting orgasm. He pumped his sperm-bloated cock mercilessly now, on the verge of ecstatic physical release.

Suddenly a violent spasm shook Vince's sweat-drenched, muscular body, and he arched his back as if jolted by electricity.

"AAAAARRRRRGGGGGHHHHH!" he shrieked, "I'M CCCCCUUUUUMMMMMIIIIINNNNNGGG!" Nora's cock-filled rectum was suddenly filled with the first boiling spurts of white-hot cum from Vince's spasmodically jerking penis, and she bucked and twisted frantically as her own violently tensed body exploded with unbearable pleasure.

"YEEEEESSSSSSSS!" she screamed, "I'M CCCUUUUUMMMMMIIIINNNNNGGGG TOOOOOOO!" and Ted, in total response, gasped and screamed inwardly, unable to cry aloud for fear of discovery, as his cock suddenly reached the point of ecstatic release and thick jets of viscous white cum streamed forth in rapid, steady bursts, splashing softly on his jeans and on the cellar windowpane. His entire body nearly flew out of control because of the tumultuous release he experienced. With each frenzied gush of lewd male semen, it was as if years of pent-up, repressed sexuality burst forth in volcanic liberation. On and on it came, a scalding torrent of steaming white cum, as he strained to keep from crying out in ecstasy.

Inside the strangely decorated room, Nora looked weak and on the point of collapsing from the force of her own orgasm, as Vince continued to plunge into her, releasing his male essence in endless crashing waves into her still obscenely upthrust buttocks. His mammoth cock fucked furiously, as if there would be no end to his scalding load. "OH CHRIST!" he shouted with a deep animal growl, "TAKE IT ALL, WHORE! TAKE IT ALL!"

Finally, the strength of their consuming passion began to diminish and ebb, as each of them drained the dregs of their demonic excitement. Finally Vince withdrew his gradually deflating penis from Nora's brutally ravaged anus, allowing her to fall forward on the bed in satisfied exhaustion. Then he pulled up his tight dungarees and rebuckled them, his face relaxed now that his violent orgasm had been achieved.

Ted, too, having completed his own incredible release, quickly stuffed his softening cock back into his trousers; he noted that once the galvanic scene was over, both Nora and Vince began to look more like the people he had known earlier that night. At that moment, however, he realized that he had to leave before being discovered. It was pure luck, he knew, that he had been able to remain hidden behind the bushes for so long, and he didn't want to take any chances.

Rising quickly, without so much as a backward glance at the lighted cellar window where he had watched the crude encounter, he hurried quietly across the street to his own home. Reaching his bedroom at last, he sighed with relief to realize that Lois had not awakened. He slipped out of his clothes and then climbed cautiously into bed beside his wife and lay back, exhausted.

It had been an incredible evening for the young husband. First his enraged insistence that Lois take him orally, and then the staggering revelation of what had taken place in the Colliers' cellar. His mind raced with lewd, vulgar images as he tried to fall asleep: Deep inside he knew he would never be the same; the pattern of his life had altered significantly in the course of just this one night and he wondered, with a strange mixture of alarm and eager anticipation, what would happen next.


CHAPTER FOUR

The following morning, Lois Fulton awakened to the sound of a car pulling out of the driveway. Her eyes flew open with a start. Glancing at the clock, she realized it was eight-thirty, well past her usual rising time. The car, she knew immediately, was their own Oldsmobile, and through her sleep-hazed mind she realized that her husband must have gotten up and left without waking her.

Well, maybe it's just as well, she thought, remembering the events of the night before. I don't think I could have faced him this morning anyway. Not after the awful things he did to me last night... the horrible way he made me take his penis in my mouth and... and...

As each horrible detail of her husband's demonic behavior the night before rose vividly before her eyes, her lithe young body shuddered with a cold chill. She lay back on the bed, a sinking feeling growing in the pit of her stomach. She desperately wanted someone to talk to, someone to advise her, but she had no real friends in the neighborhood, and her aunt had moved to California many months before, leaving her with no one except her husband. She became overwhelmed with a feeling of shame and emptiness, combined with an anger at her impenetrable shyness and prudery that she knew was responsible not only for her lack of friends but for the perilous state of her young marriage.

I've tried, Lois thought anxiously, I really have. But it's just no use. What am I going to do?

The bright June sunshine that streamed into her bedroom window seemed an ironic contrast to her mood. Yet, knowing that she couldn't lie there all day feeling sorry for herself, she reluctantly pushed back the covers from the bed and went into the bathroom to wash.

* * *

Three hours later the distraught young housewife was vacuuming the living room. Judging from her appearance, no one would have guessed the conflict that raged in her mind. The petite sandy-haired girl was a vision of sensual loveliness, although she was completely unaware of her attractiveness and allure. Her hair was tied back with a pink ribbon, and she wore no makeup, for her clear, milk-white complexion and naturally rosy cheeks and lips needed no artificial beauty aids. She was dressed in a tight yellow jersey that clearly outlined her young, firmly upthrust breasts and tapered snugly to her narrow waist. Form-fitting white capri-pants followed the voluptuous contours of her rounded hips and buttocks, clinging enticingly to her shapely legs. She had turned on the radio and mellow string music now filled the house, enabling her to relax somewhat in the familiar routine of housework.

At precisely twelve o'clock the doorbell rang.

"Now who can that be?" she murmured as she shut off the vacuum cleaner.

Then, in a flash, she remembered that she and Nora Collier had arranged to get together that day; her heart sank. She had almost forgotten about her new neighbors in the turbulence of her confrontation with Ted, and the sudden recollection of the evening before brought her anxiety surging back to the surface of her consciousness. At first she had liked Nora, but her constant sexual innuendoes as the evening progressed had put the timid bride off, and when Lois had finally seen the large, vulgar oil painting in the den she had begun to actively dislike the tall, voluptuous woman. The doorbell rang again, and Lois knew she had no choice but to admit her neighbor, although she dreaded it from the bottom of her heart.

At the sight of Nora Collier, Lois's fears heightened considerably. Her svelte neighbor was dressed in a white halter top so tight that her ample breasts seemed almost naked. The halter was tied firmly under her obscenely jutting breasts so that her stomach was completely bare all the way down to her hips. Her blue denim shorts were the skimpiest that Lois had ever seen, barely covering her hips and so snug that the material pulled up into the tight vee of her roundly flaring vaginal slit. Thong sandals were the only other apparel she wore, and the exposed areas of her arms, shoulders, stomach and legs gleamed a tawny golden color.

"Hi neighbor," the statuesque redhead chirped. "I've brought you that recipe."

"Oh," Lois replied, trying to sound glad to see her. "Great! Come on in."

Nora detected the note of uncertainty in the young girl's voice.

"You sure it's okay? I mean if you're busy or something, I can come back later."

"No, no," Lois protested. "Come on in."

She opened the door wide, and as her neighbor sailed past her into the living room, Lois felt a twinge of envy. Nora looked ravishingly beautiful that day, with her flaming red hair hanging carelessly down to her shoulders, and her face perfectly made up with bright scarlet lipstick and light green eye shadow that brought a deep sparkle to her emerald eyes. Following her inside, the young bride noticed the sensual slope of Nora's back, which flared into the alluring bloom of her hips. The firmly rounded moons of her buttocks, so tightly revealed by the shorts, jiggled shamelessly.

She couldn't possibly be wearing any panties, Lois realized with a shock. Those shorts are too tight!

"Oh, it's such a heavenly day, isn't it?" Nora bubbled. "So bright and sunny! I feel like a million dollars!"

She settled herself on the sofa and glanced around at the colonial furnishings of the Fulton's home.

"And I just love this room," she said warmly. "It's very different from our place, but I like early American stuff. It's so cozy!"

"Why, thank you," Lois said, as she entered the living room. "Would you like some coffee or juice?"

"Thanks, no, but if you have any Scotch I could sure use a shot!"

The naive young housewife was startled at her request for liquor. It seemed unthinkable to drink anything before late afternoon, although she had heard of suburban wives addicted to that particular vice.

"I... I think so... let me look," she said in a small voice.

"Listen, don't go getting the idea I'm a lush or anything," Nora said amiably when Lois returned with her drink. "But Vince and I were up late last night, and a morning shot helps me clear out the cobwebs. Hair of the dog, and all that! Mnnnnnnn," Nora sighed, after she took a swallow of the liquid. "This sets me up just fine. Thanks so much. Sure you won't have some too?"

"No... no," Lois replied, scarcely able to keep her eyes from roving enviously over Nora's relaxed, sensual figure. "I don't usually drink much. It goes right to my head."

"Well then," Nora said after a short silence. "Why don't we get to know each other a little. Tell me about yourself."

Lois blushed slightly at the older woman's directness and fumbled for words. She was unused to talking about herself and didn't know what to say.

"Uh... there really isn't much to tell."

"Are your parents still living?"

"My father is..." she said in a small, nervous voice. "But... I don't see him much now..."

"Oh, fathers! They can be such a nuisance, can't they! You're all alone then? I mean except for Ted?"

"Yes... sort of. I have an aunt, but she's in California now and we didn't... get along..."

"Sounds like the same family story I've got. I never did get along with my parents. They were so damn uptight about everything. Luckily Vince came along and straightened me out. I don't even think about them much anymore. Vince is a doll, isn't he?" Lois nodded shyly. "And your Ted, oh honey, he's gorgeous." Hearing her husband's name reminded Lois of her marital difficulties, and she turned away from her neighbor suddenly.

"Is everything okay, honey?" Nora inquired, leaning forward with concern. "I mean you and Ted aren't fighting or anything, are you?"

Without warning, the flood of tears that had threatened to erupt all morning spilled out of Lois's tear-heavy eyes. She covered her face with her hands, and her shoulders shook as she sobbed. Nora at once set down her Scotch and went to her, sitting on the arm of the chair and putting her arms around the unhappy bride with motherly concern.

"Oh, baby, what's wrong? I never would have said anything if I thought..." Gently she turned Lois's face to hers. "Do you want to talk about it? Really, you don't have to be afraid. I've been through it myself, believe me."

So desperate was Lois's need for help and advice that she forgot her former mistrust of her flamboyant neighbor. In a sudden flood of words, punctuated by great wrenching sobs, she poured out the whole story of their marriage, ending with the final encounter of the previous evening, and including her own fear of sexuality.

"It's okay, honey," the svelte redhead cooed, cradling the confused young blonde in the pulsing warmth of her ample bosom. "It's good to spill everything out like that. Everybody needs a shoulder to cry on once in a while. Hell, what are friends for?"

The apparently genuine warmth in Nora's voice made Lois overlook the blunt profanity of her words. Here at last was someone she could turn to, someone who would help her with her problems, not reject her like her father, her aunt and, it seemed, her husband.

"Oh thank you, Nora," she murmured through her tears. "You don't know how badly I need a friend right now!"

Again the vulnerable young girl buried her face in the deep cleavage of the voluptuous redhead's proudly jutting breasts, flinging her hands around her supple body and holding tight, relieved to be able at last to release some of her pent-up anxiety. Nora, too, experienced a warm tingle of pleasure, not so much at her newfound friendship, but from the delightful intimacy of Lois's sweet young body pressed so closely against her own. Her sexual appetite extended not only to her husband, but to many other men, and, when the occasion arose, to other women. Besides, Vince had told her to use any means to entice the girl and prepare her for other things!

"Look, honey," she said softly, "take some advice from old Nora and have a drink. Believe me, in situations like this it's the best thing you could do."

Before Lois could protest, Nora was on her way to the bar. A couple of drinks in her and that little prude'll be ready for anything, she thought wickedly. As she poured some Scotch into a glass, she remembered vividly the instructions her amoral husband had given her that morning before he left for work. I don't care what you have to do, but get that luscious little thing primed and ready for our little parties. The husband's not going to be a problem, I can see it in his eyes. He's hungry for our kind of sex, hungry like a starving man in a desert. But the chick... she's going to need special preparation, and baby, you're the only one who can swing it.

Nora knew exactly what he meant, and stealing glances at Lois's petitely curvaceous body huddled in the armchair, she decided she was going to enjoy exercising her particular brand of persuasion!

She's just the kind I like, the sophisticated redhead mused. Naive, trusting, and with a body like Venus. A couple of drinks, a little attention, and her pussy'll be quivering like a hot potato!

"Here, honey," she said, walking back from the bar and offering Lois a glass nearly brimful of Scotch. "Take a good deep swallow. You need it."

Lois took the glass in her trembling hand and sipped tentatively at it. The first taste of the strong liquor nearly made her choke, for it felt like liquid fire as it coursed down her throat.

"Take another swallow... a big one," Nora insisted.

Lois did as she was instructed, although she didn't like the taste of it at all. Almost immediately, she felt a pleasant sensation of warmth flow through her, relaxing her tense muscles for what seemed like the first time in weeks. She took another small sip and closed her eyes. Maybe Nora's right, she thought. I was so nervous this morning I couldn't eat a thing, but this feels lovely!

"It's... it's very good," she said, smiling up at the statuesque woman who stood before her.

"I knew you'd like it. Keep drinking."

With sensual grace, Nora eased herself back on the arm of the easy chair, already anticipating what was to come. Her own body was also responding to the drinks; her sleek breasts throbbed with soft sensuality, and the nerve endings of her tawny skin grew more and more eagerly sensitive. Up between her legs her hungry pussy pulsed with steadily growing warmth, and Nora crossed her shapely legs, squeezing her smoothly tapering thighs tightly together to increase the delicious pleasure.

"You know, Lois, I can't understand one thing," she said.

"What's that?"

"Your fear of sex. With a body like yours, you should be having the time of your life."

"You really think I have a nice body?"

"Absolutely! I must confess I've even envied you a couple of times. I wish I had that petite figure of yours. You're cute as a button."

"Wow," the younger girl responded with a little laugh, "that's funny, because I've felt the same way about you."

"How sweet," Nora said, caressing Lois's silky hair with a lightly intimate gesture. "Isn't it funny how the grass always looks greener, and all that? You know, I'll bet your father and aunt probably made you so uptight about yourself that you don't really know how desirable you are..."

"Do you think?"

"I'm almost certain. Why don't you get up and let me see how you hold yourself. I'm no expert, but I may be able to give you a few pointers."

Lois rose from the chair, placed her drink on the coffee table, and, somewhat unsteady from the Scotch, began to walk hesitantly around the room.

"Mmmmmm..." Nora said approvingly. "Honey, you're gorgeous. But you're a little stiff. Swing those hips a little... like they were on ball bearings... know what I mean? The men love it."

Giggling a little, Lois tried to sway her exquisitely rounded hips, loosening the prim tightness that had evolved over years of fear and rejection. The effect was magical, and Nora looked with growing interest and arousal at the appetizing young woman's softly undulating curves.

I'll bet her pussy's sweet as clover, she mused shyly to herself. And those breasts, pure unadulterated bliss! Soft and yielding... oh, it would be so nice to...

"That's much better," Nora exclaimed with enthusiasm. "Really! You're getting the idea. But push those breasts out a little more... be proud of 'em, cause honey, you got a pair that could stop traffic."

Lois laughed again, this time with delight, and continued her walk around the carpeted floor of her living room, standing erect so that her pert young breasts pushed out proudly, the nipples erect and quivering. She began to enjoy her new friend's instructions, and as she moved, her young body became more fluid. She liked the feeling of sensuality it produced in her to move so provocatively.

I was wrong about Nora, she thought, flooded with new confidence. She's a real friend.

"Am I doing all right?" she asked with a bright smile, taking another big swallow of her drink.

"Great," Nora replied. "But I could probably tell a little better if you took off that jersey." She saw Lois falter slightly at the suggestion. "Oh, listen, don't be embarrassed with me, honey. We're girl friends now, right?"

"Yes... yes of course," Lois said, feeling foolish at her hesitation. The Scotch had slowly removed almost all of her anxiety now, and she was growing rapidly drunk. She pulled the jersey out of the waist of her capri pants and lifted it over her head. Nora watched with rapt fascination as Lois's fully rounded breasts, encased in a lacy brassiere, came into view. Inwardly the older woman was elated, for it seemed that the young girl trusted her totally, and this, she knew, might lead to a rather delightful afternoon.

Lois placed the yellow garment carefully on a nearby chair, then hesitated slightly.

"Should I take off the bra, too?"

"Sure. In fact, let me help you."

Rising eagerly from the arm of the chair, Nora drew close to the pretty young wife, who trembled slightly at the nearness of the warmly compelling female. The redhead gently undid the clasps of the brassiere and removed the garment, placing it on top of the folded jersey.

"There," she said. "Feels nice to be out of that thing, doesn't it. I think Women's Lib is right on the ball when they want to get rid of the old brassiere habit. That's why I'm not wearing one now. Of course, now and then it's nice to be supported, but with breasts like yours you don't need one."

Lois now stood in the center of the living room, fully naked above the waist. Her smooth skin shivered slightly from the exposure to the air, and her quivering nipples hardened involuntarily.

"I see what the problem is now," Nora said. "You don't hold yourself quite properly." She placed her long slender hands on Lois's naked back. "Stand a little more erect... you slump just a little... it's not really noticeable but it makes all the difference."

She pressed her palm so that Lois had to stand straighter, pushing her nakedly throbbing breasts out even farther. They gleamed milk-white in the bright midday light of the sun that streamed in through the curtained windows of the living room, and the rosy tips seemed even larger, two berry-like buds now the texture of soft rubber.

In a sudden move, Nora divested herself of her own halter top, untying it quickly and flinging it onto the sofa, so that she, too, was naked to the waist. Lois caught her breath at the sudden sight of her friend's sleekly pointed breasts. They were so much larger than her own that she was somewhat awed, yet at the same time she was captivated by them. They were round as ripe melons, with dark wide halos and tips like two hard red buttons. Nora's skin was tanned and glistened like gold, a vivid contrast to Lois's alabaster white coloring.

"You have... a very nice... bosom," she said shyly. "I guess the men really go for you. You're much larger than lam..."

"Oh, men," Nora said with a trace of contempt. "Listen, I love men... particularly Vince... but sometimes they get so... I don't know... so..."

"So... crude?" Lois thinking of her own husband's recent behavior.

"That's exactly it... crude! Honey, we must be on the same wave length. They just don't understand that a woman likes tenderness and affection... oh... I don't know... I think only women understand each other really... in a way that men never can..."

"I know exactly what you mean," Lois agreed enthusiastically. "Exactly."

"Oh, it's so nice to hear! But we're getting away from the subject a little." Nora stood erect, taking a deep breath so that her lushly pointed breasts grew to even larger proportions, making Lois feel a little small in comparison. "You see? A deep breath makes them even fuller. Try it."

Lois took a deep breath also, filling her lungs, and as she did, her breasts seemed to grow in size, quivering alive from the attention they were receiving.

"Say, that's great, honey! Just great. Look how big they've gotten. A few exercises every day and you'll be surprised at the results." She strode over to Lois and unexpectedly cupped the inexperienced young bride's cream-white mounds in her hands, squeezing them affectionately, massaging her breasts gently, and although the nearly naked girl was a little shocked at first, the sensual rubbing motions on her warm smooth skin had a pleasant effect on her. It was extremely calming, she thought, to have this authoritative woman treat her so tenderly, so lovingly...

Her brain was increasingly clouded with alcohol, and in her slightly drunken state, it seemed to her that Nora's gentle, subtly intimate touch was charged with all the love and affection that had been denied her in her lonely young life. She swayed slightly under her neighbor's hands, surrendering herself to what she felt was Nora's innocent, sisterly affection. She felt overwhelmed by the other woman's kindness, and flooded with the desire to express her gratitude.

Spontaneously, and to Nora's great delight, Lois embraced her suddenly, holding her tight with her arms. The two women stood in the living room, both naked to the waist, soft female flesh touching in sweet intimacy. Carefully, so as not to distress Lois, Nora began to stroke her friend's softly pulsing body, caressing her silky hair with infinite tenderness, and letting her eager hands play over her smooth shoulders, all the while murmuring calming endearments into her ear.

"Relax now, Lois... relax... everything's going to be fine."

The young bride was so overwhelmed that she began to sob softly.

"What's this? Tears?" Nora said, pulling back slightly to gaze into her young friend's weeping eyes. "No tears, little girl... no more tears." She bent down and gently kissed both of Lois's eyes, licking the salty tears from them as she did.

However, the sudden kisses made Lois shiver in fearful tension, and she drew back in alarm.

"What... what are you doing?" she cried anxiously, her mistrust suddenly returning. What did this strange creature want from her?

Nora's eyes suddenly flashed angrily.

"Lois, I'm surprised at you, and frankly a little hurt. I do my best to try and calm you down and you act like I'm going to rape you or something. What's wrong with you? If I upset you so much, maybe I should leave."

She started to move toward the couch where she had flung her halter top, but Lois called to her anxiously.

"No... no, please don't Nora... please. I don't know what came over me. I just got scared. It always happens to me when somebody touches me. That's why Ted gets so angry with me. I don't know what to do..."

"Look, Lois," Nora said with genuine concern. "You've got to try and fight these feelings. If you go on resisting whenever anyone is affectionate with you, you're going to get worse and worse. You may never get over your sexual fears. Do you understand what I mean?"

"Yes... yes," she replied timidly.

"Suppose I told you that you were such a remarkably beautiful young woman that I actually desired you... actually wanted to touch your body and kiss you."

"But that's dirty!" Lois cried. "It's dirty and unnatural."

"Nothing human is unnatural," Nora replied with conviction, her eyes flashing. "Vince taught me that. Love is not unnatural, and neither is sex. But you seem to be afraid of everything... male or female. You interpret everything as dirty and vile! And that to me is unnatural, unnatural because it cuts you off from life and keeps you from freely loving another human being."

"I... I... oh, you're right! Oh, Nora, I'm so frightened and confused. Please help me! I need help so badly."

"I can't help you if you won't fight your fear. I can't do a thing if you're going to run away when I touch you!"

"Oh, I'll try not to be frightened, Nora... I'll try..."

"That's all I ask." Slowly the statuesque redhead walked toward Lois.

"Now I'm going to hold you Lois... touch you... embrace you... and maybe even kiss you... do you understand? And you must try not to be fearful. No matter what. Whatever I do is merely to help you overcome your terror. Do you understand?"

"Yes... Yes."

Once more, Nora took Lois's small, vulnerable form into her arms and drew her close so that their bodies were touching. Then she began to cover her young neighbor's face and shoulders with delicate kisses, while her erotically trembling hands wandered freely around over the sloping curve of Lois's back. Lois shook involuntarily in response, for everything in her told her that it was wrong, utterly wrong and degrading to allow such a thing to take place. Yet she wanted desperately to break through her fears, and felt that Nora's words were true, completely true. She bit her lips to keep from crying out as the tall, curvaceous woman kissed her shoulders and then blew wisps of air into her ear.

"Relax, Lois... just relax and trust me," she purred.

Then, without warning, Nora kissed the young wife fully on her lips, and Lois was almost rigid with shock. Never in her life had she allowed another woman to kiss her! It was unthinkable, sinful!

Yet even as she trembled in terror and revulsion, a little tremor of pleasure ran through her body. The soft silkiness of Nora's full scarlet lips upon her own was oddly sensual. How strange it was to taste a woman's lips upon her own, and smell the tantalizing fragrance of Nora's perfume mingled with her own light female scent. She had only known Ted's kiss, a rough masculine kiss, and the slightly rough texture of his stubble against her cheek.

Nora pulled back slightly, gazing into her friend's eyes with sweetness.

"I enjoyed that so much, Lois!" she said in a husky voice. "Did you? Even just a little?

At first she was afraid to answer. How could she admit, even to herself, that deep, deep inside a tiny part of her had enjoyed it? The potent Scotch, however, had breached her moral armor, and when she spoke, it was the truth of her body, not her mind, that she revealed.

"Yes... yes I did..."

"Good. You see, everything's going to work out fine..." Nora whispered, her eyes glittering with sensuality and delight at Lois's admission. "Now why don't you kiss me back?" she suggested softly, never ceasing to run her hands over Lois's tremblingly aroused young body. "Kiss me full on the lips like you meant it!" herself to passively receive another woman's caresses, but to return them... that was unthinkable! Yet the strangely pleasurable warmth that Nora seemed to transmit with her subtly stroking hands acted on the intoxicated young girl like a narcotic. She felt powerless to resist. Ignoring the muted warnings of her conscience, she raised herself slightly on her toes and, shutting her eyes, kissed Nora's lips, timidly at first, then with more courage. As she did, she felt herself start to tingle with strange new excitement. Starting at the junction of their softly clinging lips, a deliciously pulsing heat seemed to radiate outwards and downwards until it pervaded every part of her nakedly quivering body. It was a wonderful feeling, and as it grew, the shy young wife, hardly aware of her actions, pressed her mouth harder against Nora's, even allowing her arms to tenderly encircle the nakedly bared shoulders of the voluptuous woman. The silken texture of her attractive neighbor's skin added an unexpected thrill of delight. She had thought she would hate it, but it felt good! In fact, it was one of the loveliest things the young woman had ever experienced. Her ardor increased, and as it did, Nora returned her embrace and kiss with equal passion, her own body stirring with trembling desire.

They stood pressed together, locked in tight amorous embrace. As they held the torrid kiss, their bodies, stimulated by the touch of each other's naked flesh and spurred by the potent drinks, began to throb with irresistible passion that grew more intense by the minute.

Presently, Nora whispered hotly into Lois's ear.

"Now, my sweet little friend, why don't we take the rest of our clothes off? We have so much to learn together..."

"I... I... The confused young wife struggled to say no, but every nerve ending in her body seemed to be screaming, pleading, yes! She was confused and frightened, even more than before, and paralyzed with indecision.

As if she could read her friend's fear and hesitation, Nora took matters into her own hands. Deftly she unhooked the front of Lois's capri pants and, bending down, slid them slowly to the floor. With great care, she slipped the pants off, as well as Lois's little slippers, so that the young housewife stood completely naked except for a pair of flower print panties, her milk-white skin glistening with translucent brilliance, every supple curve trembling with a mixture of desire and fear. Nora then removed her own skin-tight shorts and placed them on the couch.

As she began to unlace the leather thong sandals she wore on her feet, Lois watched, transfixed. Her new friend, as she had surmised before, not only wore no brassiere, but no panties either, for her amply endowed figure was completely naked with the removal of the skimpy denim shorts. Her wild scarlet hair fanned around her shoulders and hung down her back, a vivid contrast to her tawny golden skin. Lois's eyes roved drunkenly over the voluptuous beauty of her neighbor's naked breasts and firmly rounded hips, down to the copper-colored triangle of curly hair that nestled softly above the joining of her smoothly sculpted thighs. For the first time, she felt stirrings of something stronger than desire, something almost like lust, and it became conceivable that possibly... just possibly... they could... A shudder of ice cold fear ran through her at the thought, and she became frozen in anxiety.

But Nora knew that even though Lois was still disturbed, she was now an easy mark. She took the fearful young blonde by the hand and led her to the wide, plush couch, pushing her down on it gently but irresistibly. Lois did as she wished, grateful that Nora was sparing her the agony of a decision. She closed her eyes, wishing she could fly away somewhere else, away from all of her conflict and trouble.

The tawny redhead's heart pounded with eager excitement at the sight of Lois's fresh young body, stretched out acquiescently before her. Her eyes traveled over every lush plane of the young wife's softly quivering flesh. She hovered over her, then bent down to lick lightly at the nakedly quivering mounds of her breasts, soft as rabbit fur, and then let her tongue trail lewdly down across the velvety softness of her abdomen.

Lois closed her eyes and gritted her teeth as all this was happening. She couldn't believe it was happening to her, and even though she wanted to trust Nora, in the back of her mind she resisted her passionate advances and wondered if her new friend was merely using her for her own dark, perverted needs.

Oh God, she thought, help me do the right thing. Please. I'm so confused.

At that moment, she realized that Nora had inserted her fingers into the tight elastic waistband of her flower-print panties and was lowering them down over her hips. Cool air rushed over her trembling loins and onto the pulsing mound of her newly naked pubic triangle. Her fists clenched tight with fear as the panties were slowly pulled down her smoothly tapering legs, yet, despite a sudden raging sense of guilt and shame, she also realized that it was a striking contrast to the way her husband had treated her the night before. Ted had tom her panties from her legs, making the skin sting, but Nora was taking such care not to hurt her that a surge of warmth flushed through Lois's body, despite her continued resistance.

I mustn't be afraid, she reminded herself over and over. Nora is doing this for my own good, after all... there's nothing unnatural about it... really... there isn't...

Now she was completely naked, and the svelte redhead, after placing the panties carefully some distance away, looked back at the glistening triangle of Lois's golden pubic hair with hungry intensity. The curling hairs, so light and soft, made her mouth water in anticipation of what she was about to do. Carefully, tenderly, she began to spread the milk-white columns of Lois's thighs, eager to expose the hidden entrance to the young wife's nearly virginal vagina. But she could feel the sandy-haired girl resisting, refusing to allow her legs to be separated, at least not so abruptly.

"Lois, you've got to relax... let yourself feel good... try, Lois... try! Here, have some more Scotch!"

She handed Lois her drink, which the young wife gulped down gratefully, hoping to steady her nerves and quiet the raging turmoil in her conscience. Part of her wanted to resist the seductive artfulness of the ravishing red-haired woman with all her might. But another part, a more animalistic and savage aspect of her personality, was screaming for release, demanding to be freed from its nineteen years of repression and fear. The potent liquor worked with stunning impact on the young wife's tormented mind, flooding her with a euphoric glow that steadily obliterated the few last remaining traces of resistance. With a heartfelt groan of release she lay back on the soft couch, her mind reeling under the influence of the Scotch.

I don't care anymore! she thought wildly. I just don't care!

At that moment, Nora knew the time was ripe! Quickly separating the young wife's limply unresisting thighs, the eager redhead knelt up between her legs. Placing her hands on the softly yielding cushion of Lois's hips, she slowly lowered her face toward the nakedly throbbing flesh of her defenseless vaginal slit. A warm, pungently feminine aroma wafted up to her nostrils, driving the wanton redhead wild with pulsing desire. Hot flashes of obscene passion rippled out through her body. She had kept her lustful hunger firmly under control thus far, but now, at the quivering threshold of Lois's nakedly trapped cunt, she could no longer contain herself. With a groan of excitement she dropped her head and darted the full length of her tongue snake-like up and down the naked young bride's widespread cuntal split.

The sudden contact of Nora's tongue with her trembling pussy made Lois pull back in fearful shock from her lust neighbor's wetly probing tongue. Yet as Nora's tongue ran warmly down the entire length of her nakedly exposed cunt, little tremors of pleasure tingled deep in her loins. Everything about the situation was, she knew, wrong, terribly wrong. It was sinful to allow such a thing to happen to her, especially with a woman!

But at that moment Nora's lewdly probing mouth and tongue found the glistening bud of the young girl's warmly throbbing clitoris and closed around it, gently teasing and prodding it into tantalizing hardness. Involuntarily Lois gasped with pleasure, for the thrilling sensation produced by Nora's mouth on her trembling clitoris was unbearably delightful, like a long sensuous note produced by a violin. It ran through her loins like a teasing tremor of electricity.

"Oooooohhhhhhhhh..." she moaned, with the irresistible pleasure now surging through her upturned cuntal mouth.

Nora worked her lips downward, away from the newly aroused clitoris, and let her lewdly flicking tongue trail slowly along the fluted edges of Lois's quivering vaginal slit until she found the involuntarily contracting opening of her cuntal mouth. Carefully she explored the moistly throbbing entrance, flicking her tongue tentatively around it. Then, in an unexpected move, her tongue suddenly stiffened and plunged hotly up into the trembling depths.

The young bride jerked back involuntarily, a soul-searing moan escaping from deep in her chest. Despite her decision not to resist, the sudden intrusion of this strange woman's tongue deep into her desire-swollen vagina was a tremendous shock. Waves of fearful humiliation rolled over her as Nora Collier slowly rotated her tongue deep in the velvet-like interior of the naked young blonde's wideheld cuntal sheath.

"Oh God! Nooooo... noooooooo!!!!!!" Lois cried out in shame and fright, wriggling her naked body in a vain attempt to retreat from Nora's lewdly questing mouth. Yet, even as she did this, hotly thrilling ripples of pleasure began to churn in her throbbing loins, and her body began to respond to the lurid tongue-fucking with blazing desire. Her heart pounded in her chest as the flame-haired seductress began to flick her tongue wetly over the warmly pulsing bud of her aching clitoris. The contact of Nora's tongue on that virginal button of flesh sent another electrifying fire of ecstasy shooting throughout Lois's naked body, and suddenly the last of her resistance was broken through like a dam suddenly burst. Tremors of lewd passion rocked her from head to foot and she flailed her head back and forth in mindless pleasure, her hair flying in every direction.

"Oooooohhhhhhh... oooooooooohhhhhhh," she moaned wildly as Nora hungrily licked and sucked her throbbing clitoris into turgid hardness. "Oh God, YEEEEESSSSSSSS!"

She thrust her quivering loins upward to meet Nora's lustily probing mouth and tongue with rapidly growing abandon. In the savage release of sexuality, the old Lois was left far behind, and in her place was a delirious young girl, writhing in the throes of unbridled passion. With deep groans of pleasure, she grasped Nora's head with her hands and drove her face downward into her hungrily clutching cunt. She couldn't believe the thrilling delight that pervaded every part of her hotly twitching young body; she wanted more, more! She ground her now wildly throbbing cunt upwards into Nora's mouth, moaning incoherently with her pleasure.

Nora's mind reeled in triumph, for she knew that the purpose of her lewd mission was now achieved. The naive young housewife was moaning beneath her, writhing fiendishly in delight, as the redhead's lips sucked greedily on the wetly pulsing flesh of her vaginal slit. She drove her rigid tongue again and again deep into the moistly clutching cuntal opening, whirling and rotating it madly in the moist interior while gripping the soft white flesh of Lois's wriggling hips and buttocks with her feverishly clutching hands. Her own burning pussy was palpitating with surges of unbearable desire, responding madly in lewd response to Lois's frenzied passion. Inside her mind, Nora yearned for a huge, thundering cock to be filling her heated cuntal flesh, or for Lois's tongue to be driving up into her, but she knew that she would have to wait. In time she would have all the satisfaction she craved, but for now it was enough to break through the young bride's iron resistance; yet even so, the hotly pulsing walls of her cunt were drenched with seething moisture, and every inch of her lust-maddened body quivered with obscene delight. With savage excitement she hardened her tongue again and drove it even deeper up into the wildly clutching walls of her innocent young neighbor's cunt, and as she did so Lois shrieked with the pleasure of it, twisting her hotly throbbing body around on the couch with demonic passion.

"AAAAAAAAANNNNNNGGGGGHHH!!!!!" the naked young girl cried, scarcely believing the waves of excruciating passion that were tearing through her loins. She had never experienced anything like this rampaging animal passion! Her vaginal lips flared hungrily open, and the quivering walls of her desire-maddened cunt clutched insanely at Nora's lewdly twisting tongue, trying to pull it even further up inside the wetly contracting depths. In a flash of revelation Lois realized that she was about to cum. But somehow it was different than ever before! She was not afraid, did not feel compelled to hold herself back as she always had with her husband. Led by Nora's skillful caresses, she found herself giving in completely to the wildly churning need for release that stirred deep within her! With a low moan of animal delight, she wrapped her quaking legs around her red-haired neighbor's head and mewled in rapture as a crescendo of feverish excitement exploded in her loins.

"I'm cummmmiiiinnnnnn! OH GODDDDDDDD! I'M CUMMMMMIIIIIIINNNNNNGGGGGG!!!"

Pinwheels of exploding light seemed to burst behind her closed eyelids! Her nakedly writhing young body was consumed with cascading delight, and she was sure she would explode from the overwhelming force of her release. Her violently spasming cuntal walls were consumed with fiery ripples of lewd abandon as her hotly cascading female cum flowed out, spreading down over Nora's savagely whirling tongue. The newly awakened young bride's head flailed from side to side and her hands gripped Nora's flaming tresses tightly as the unbelievable rapture mounted to maddening heights. It seemed to go on for hours, as Lois mewled and moaned incoherently, consumed by a kind of obscene pleasure she had never known existed.

Finally, however, her passion began to ebb, and Nora finally withdrew her face, glistening wetly with Lois's vaginal secretions, and lay back exhausted against the back of the couch.

The body of Ted Fulton's inexperienced young wife still throbbed softly in the radiant afterglow of her volcanic release, and her artfully seductive neighbor 'watched with triumphant satisfaction in her emerald-green eyes.

Vince is absolutely right, she thought to herself. The more innocent they are, the harder they fall.


CHAPTER FIVE

Nora left shortly after her lurid encounter with Lois, but before she did, her neighbor begged her not to say anything to her husband about the incident. Although Lois was grateful for the oddly fulfilling release her new friend had given her, she was overwhelmed shortly afterwards with humiliation that she had achieved it in such an unnatural way. She was also fearful of what it might mean for her marriage. Ted would be outraged, she was sure, if he knew that she had allowed herself to be seduced in such a shameless manner, and by a woman! Nora promised her she would say nothing.

"It's our little secret," she said just before she left, "and I won't breathe a word to anyone. I'm just so happy that you enjoyed it."

Although the newly awakened young bride smiled warmly as she bade her friend goodbye, with the waning of the effects of the Scotch and the incredible orgasm, she began to regret the entire episode. She couldn't imagine how she had allowed such a thing to happen.

It's because of the drinks, she thought anxiously as she sat in the kitchen trying to put dinner together. If I hadn't gotten drunk like that, I know I never would have done such a terrible thing. It's wrong... I know it's wrong!

She felt even more ashamed now when she remembered her wanton enjoyment of Nora's obscene tongue-fucking. She had been taken to heights of passion she had never known existed, but under the most perverted of circumstances! Not only with a woman, but with her neighbor's wife! Tears sprang to her eyes as each lurid detail rose vividly before her mind's eye.

"I never should have trusted Nora like that," she murmured regretfully, remembering that her neighbor was responsible not only for the degrading incident that had taken place that afternoon, but also for the barbaric way her husband had treated her the night before. "If I hadn't had those drinks... if I hadn't been so upset I never would have done it."

With determination she rose from the table, wiped the tears from her eyes, and took a steak out of the freezer. In an hour, she knew, Ted would be home from work, and she didn't want him to see her crying. It was bad enough that she still resented him for having made her suck him like that the night before, but now, after this, she had no right to call him to task for anything. In her own eyes, she had been as immoral as he, even more so. She wished she could run away, but there was nowhere she could go. She had trusted Nora Collier, with the result that she had humiliated herself in a way that was unforgivable.

She took the steak to the counter and, placing it in a large dish, began to sprinkle it with spices and herbs, but as she did she felt a sudden sharp pain in the back of her head.

Oh God, she realized unhappily. It's another migraine headache!

Her head began to pound violently from the force of its severity, and she made her way unsteadily to the bathroom to find the aspirins. She was having headaches frequently of late, and after the past two days of continual shock and confusion, it seemed they were worse than ever. She gulped the two aspirins down quickly and went into the bedroom to relax, hoping she would feel better before Ted returned. Weary with anxiety and confusion, she soon fell into a tense sleep.

* * *

Ted Fulton swung his car into the driveway of his suburban home and switched off the motor. He sat in the car, wondering what he would say to Lois. All day at work his mind had swung back and forth between the lewd scene he had witnessed the night before in the Collier's basement and the brutal way he had forced his wife to take him orally. He loved Lois, loved her deeply, and regretted what he had done almost immediately after it was over, yet he knew that he had also enjoyed it - Christ! He'd needed to cum like that for months. And later, when he saw the Collier's barbaric copulation, it only furthered his desire to expand his sexual activity. He envied the way Vince Collier had taken his ravishing wife so brutally from behind, and deep in his subconscious, he wanted the same kind of erotic freedom. But he knew Lois would never allow herself to be as wild and uninhibited as Nora Collier was. It was an impossible situation, and he could find no solution to it. He sighed deeply, got out of the car, and walked toward the house.

"I'll apologize to Lois," he said to himself. "Jesus, I don't want to lose her or anything. Maybe it'll just work out somehow."

He opened the front door and went inside toward the kitchen.

"Lois?" he called. "I'm home."

Strangely, there was no answer from his wife. Usually, she was in the kitchen preparing dinner, but tonight she was nowhere to be seen. He glanced around at the uncooked steak still sitting on the counter.

Christ, he thought in sudden panic, I hope nothing's wrong.

He ran through the hallway and raced quickly upstairs to the bedroom. Flinging open the door he saw Lois, still asleep on the bed like a little girl curled up on her side.

"Lois," he called softly. "Lois..." The demure young wife stirred as her husband whispered her name, and after a moment her eyes fluttered open. Then, realizing she had been asleep for quite some time she struggled to raise herself up, but the throbbing headache still persisted and she winced in pain.

"What is it, honey, what's wrong?" Ted asked, sitting next to her on the bed.

"Oh Ted..." she moaned. "It's one of my headaches... I feel so awful... I haven't even started your dinner..."

"It's okay, darling," he replied, reaching out and smoothing her hair. "You just go back to sleep. I'll cook the steak or something and watch TV."

"I'm sorry... I don't know why I get them like this."

"It's okay... I understand."

He leaned down and kissed her tenderly on the cheek. She looked so small and vulnerable lying there, her petite young body curled up in a fetal position, that he felt overwhelming affection for her. He was grateful, too, that a confrontation over the previous evening could now be safely avoided.

"You go to sleep," he said gently. "Okay?"

"Okay," she replied, happy that he was so understanding. Almost immediately she drifted back into unconsciousness, far away from the turmoil and anxiety that raged in her mind and had been the cause of her splitting headache. Ted watched her fall asleep, and after a few minutes he rose from the bed and went downstairs to prepare his dinner.

* * *

At eleven o'clock that night, the young husband sat in front of the television set in the comfortable living room of his spacious suburban home. He had turned the sound off and watched the flickering images of the Late News while his mind sorted through the events of the past two days. After seeing his wife so helpless and ill hours earlier, he bitterly regretted his treatment of her the night before.

If I just hadn't been so impatient, maybe we could have worked things out, he mused unhappily. Maybe we should see a marriage counselor or something. Christ, every couple had problems, even the Colliers, probably.

Once more Iris thoughts turned to his new neighbors and to the obscene fucking he had witnessed. It was the strangest, most erotic sight he had ever seen, like a stag film being made right before his eyes. In fact, he had wondered at the office earlier if it was being filmed, but he had seen no camera or equipment. He felt like a damn fool to be so caught up in their lewd scene, like a voyeur. And yet it was undeniably exciting... Nora writhing in those ragged black panties, and Vince, fucking her in the ass like a barbarian...

Ted shook his head to dispel the vulgar memory, but his cock had already jerked erect and was straining against his trousers.

Jesus, what the hell's the matter with me!

He tried to relax, to lose himself by watching the television, but no matter how hard he tried, taunting visions of the previous evening burned vividly into his mind; his lithe, athletic body grew warm with desire, and his cock continued to pulse with a steady, obscene beat.

Finally he got up, flicked off the television, and with determination decided to go to bed and forget the whole thing. But as he turned the lamp out, he saw that a light was again burning in the basement of the Collier home. He watched, transfixed, from his window, wondering if Nora had another strange outfit on, and before he realized what he was doing, he had gone out the front door and was making his way across the street to his hiding place by the basement window. He crouched down and peered inside.

Nora Collier was lying totally naked on a white shag rug, this time, lit by a single blue spotlight, her sleek voluptuous body gleaming provocatively. Her long, slender legs were splayed out wide so that the wetly throbbing lips of her vagina were completely visible to the excited young husband's astonished eyes. She was holding an object in her left hand, and at first he couldn't make out what it was, but then with a shock of realization that made his thickening cock lurch instantly erect, he knew she had a huge rubber phallus the size of a banana and was about to insert it into her hungrily waiting cunt!

Ted's hand unconsciously flew to the heavily throbbing mound of his cock and balls, and he began to stroke his swelling instrument through his tightly constricting trousers. His eyes widened in disbelief as Nora brought the massive rubber penis up between her lewdly spread legs until it was nearly touching the softly pulsing lips of her moistened vaginal slit. Then she pressed the lewd object at its base and activated the batteries. The huge object began to vibrate as if it had a life of its own. With a little grimace of delight, she placed it on the tip of her clitoris, running the head of the vibrating phallus harshly over the eagerly hardened pleasure bud. As she did, her shamelessly naked body started to quiver with lurid excitement, her eyes rolled up in rapture and she began to thrash her legs with hotly mounting frenzy.

Ted was completely spellbound, ready to cum right then and there at the sight of his neighbor's wife hungrily fucking herself with a huge mechanical vibrator. His hands lewdly massaged his lust-swollen penis as he watched the voluptuous redhead lower the vibrator so that it slid down the wetly glistening flesh of her naked pussy slit and edged slowly toward the moist and waiting entrance of her cunt. Then, suddenly, with her tongue licking sensually at her lips, she buried the massive rubber penis all the way up into the deep velvety interior of her eagerly sucking pussy. Her scarlet mouth flew open in ecstasy and her eyes widened as the hungrily clutching walls of her cunt closed lewdly around the massively throbbing column of the vibrator. Ted's breath came faster and faster. His heart pounded like a jungle drum in his chest, and he reached down hastily with his other hand to unzip his fly.

Startled by a sudden voice Ted turned, his face pale at being discovered. It was Vince Collier!

"Vince... I... I"

"Don't explain," Vince said calmly, smiling at Ted with a strange, wicked glint in his eye. "I like to watch myself. Come on inside, we've been expecting you."

The older man turned and began walking casually toward the back door of the house, and Ted followed him almost hypnotically. He was still stunned and shaken at being discovered watching his neighbor's wife fucking herself, but Vince's reaction was completely puzzling. There was no anger! No resentment! And he was behaving as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened. And what did he mean by "we've been expecting you."? The young husband was apprehensive and more than a little embarrassed, but as he followed his neighbor into their kitchen, he tried to relax and calm himself. As he entered, the strong light in the cheerful room blinded him momentarily and he paused at the doorway until his eyes got used to the glare.

"Sit down and make yourself comfortable," Vince said. "I've got a pitcher of martinis chilling in the refrigerator."

Dazed, and more confused than ever, Ted nervously sat in a kitchen chair by a round oak table. His neighbor reached into the refrigerator and pulled out a huge pitcher of clear liquid, then slammed the door and walked over to the table. Ted realized, seeing the tall man in the light, that he was dressed in a tight white tee shirt that made his powerful chest and arms appear even more muscular than usual, and a pair of skin-tight blue denims, exactly the kind of bell-bottom jeans Ted had worn in his Navy days.

"I hope you like Martinis extra dry. We do." Vince poured drinks into three long-stemmed glasses that were already set out on the table. "Nora should be up in a minute. She's... busy for the moment." Then he added with a wink, "As you well know."

"Look, Vince," Ted blurted out anxiously, "I don't want you to think I'm a peeping tom... I just saw the light in the cellar tonight and..."

"Last night, too, right?"

Suddenly Ted grew angry.

"Look, what the hell kind of game is this? What makes you think..."

"Calm down, Ted, calm down," the muscular man insisted. "I knew you were there last night... we both did..."

"Look, maybe I'd better go..."

"Ted, we wanted you to come..."

"What? You... wanted me to come?"

"We saw the lights in your kitchen and turned the rock music up to attract attention. It was a long shot... a real long shot, I admit, but it worked." He smiled down at the confused young husband. "Looks like you need a drink, old man. Here."

He placed the martini in front of Ted, who took a deep swallow.

"You sure like them strong," he said, as the martini warmed his throat and cut through him like a knife.

"I like everything strong," the other man remarked ambiguously.

"Good evening, gentlemen."

Turning his head quickly, Ted saw Nora enter the room, dressed only in the briefest of sheer black bikini panties, and a lacy brassiere and spike-heeled shoes. The young man was stunned by the sight, and astonished that the statuesque woman could be so brazen right in front of him. Yet the sight of her was so wildly erotic that his cock again began to throb softly between his legs.

"Don't be shocked, Ted," Vince remarked as he poured a third martini for his nearly naked wife. "Nora's just dressed for our little evening party."

Despite his efforts not to let his astonishment show, the young husband was staggered when Vince's scantily clad wife sat in the chair next to him and began to sip on her martini with languid ease.

"What kind of party do you mean?" Ted asked, barely able to get his words out.

"A sex party," Nora replied casually. "You see, Vince and I like to spice things up sometimes. Sex can get to be so routine if you're not careful."

"A job can get that way too," Vince remarked.

Ted nodded affirmatively at this, for his own job, he had begun to admit lately, was beginning to wear on him. The same old thing day after day; he knew that was one of the reasons for his increased restlessness of late.

"So Vince came up with the idea of adding a little extra fun to our fucking with a little imagination," the redhead continued. "We picked up a few costumes from the Ad Agency, and the lights you saw in the basement..." Ted blushed slightly at this, realizing that Nora was fully aware that he had secretly witnessed their lewd debauchery. "... and we just act out whatever little fantasies we can think of. It's Vince's idea, mainly. Keeps life from getting dreary."

"It's like pornographic movies," her husband said. "Only we don't watch them, we live them, in the flesh, so to speak."

All three laughed at his remark and Ted took a deep swallow from his martini. He could hardly believe what they were telling him. It was the most incredible thing he had ever heard. Yet he also knew that he was intrigued by it, intrigued to the very core of his being. From the very first he knew that the Colliers were on to something that he wanted, and although he would never in a million years have imagined anything like this, the bizarre concept they had created excited him tremendously.

"Like tonight," Nora said, "I'm Vince's whore for the evening, and he's my very own sailor boy, aren't you, sweetie?"

She reached over and placed her palm directly on the bulge between his legs and rubbed it sensuously, openly arousing her husband's massive cock into obviously rigid erection beneath the tight jeans he wore.

"Of course," Vince continued as his wife fondled his crotch, "it's not just costumes. We like to include other ideas... other people..."

"Other people?" Ted echoed quietly, his heart beating faster and faster as the strong martini worked magically on his reeling brain.

"Exactly," Vince said. He slowly unbuttoned the front flap of his sailor jeans and allowed his wife's eager hand to slip inside. "Now you and your wife, for example. From the minute we saw you, we knew you'd enjoy our parties."

"That's... that's wife-swapping..." Ted said nervously, trying to keep his eyes from staring at the way Nora was worming her hand inside her husband's sailor pants to grip his thickly pulsing penis. A light film of perspiration broke out on his forehead.

"You could call it that," the muscular man replied, leaning back and jutting his hips forward to give his wife easier access to his rapidly swelling cock. "We like to think we've got a special angle on it. I mean, wife-swapping can be a bore, too, if you don't use a little imagination. That's why we wanted to talk to you and Lois."

"I... I don't think Lois would be interested. She's a little old-fashioned about things." Ted murmured, quickly draining his glass.

"How about you?" Nora inquired turning to him, her green eyes flashing with desire and burning into his shamelessly.

Ted's heart pounded wildly now, and his fingertips grew cold as ice. He knew his answer now could severely alter his life, maybe for the better, but possibly, too, in a way that he might not like. Both Vince and his wife had fixed their eyes on him with nearly hypnotic force, and the confused young husband trembled within, knowing he was on the brink of something completely new and unpredictable. Yet it was undeniable... he wanted what the Colliers had, wanted it badly. He was tom with indecision, but finally his answer came.

"Yes," he said falteringly. "I am interested. Yes."

"Good," Vince said, smiling broadly.

"I'm so glad," his wife cooed, her eyes glittering with lust, as she withdrew her hand from inside of her husband's jeans. "Would you like to come downstairs and see the basement now...?"


CHAPTER SIX

"I wouldn't be so sure that your wife won't be interested," the scantily-clad redhead said as she led her neighbor down into the basement. "I had a long talk with her this afternoon, and I have the feeling she's ready for a little more liberation than you think."

Ted thought of Lois sleeping peacefully in their bedroom and wondered what she would think if she knew where he was at the moment. Despite Nora Collier's words, he knew she would be entirely shocked by their neighbor's bizarre practices. Yet as he descended into the Collier's basement, he felt no shame or guilt about his decision to join in their little "parties", for the instant he had agreed to it, a tremendous weight seemed to be taken from his shoulders. A sense of relief had come over him that made him feel he had made the right decision, no matter what the outcome. And if Nora was right, if there was a chance that Lois would come around to their way of thinking, then that would be like the frosting on the cake. But for the moment, nothing mattered to him but the statuesque, nearly naked female who was leading him down into her bizarre basement "playroom".

The room was fairly large, and heavy velvet drapes hung on all the walls, so that it completely lost the feeling of being a basement. The theatrical lights that hung overhead filled the central area with soft, glowing colors. The white shag rug he had seen earlier was still on the floor, but a round low bed, covered with a white silky coverlet, now stood in the center.

"No, Lois is a little frightened," Nora continued, "but she'll come around eventually."

She led him to the center of the room, near to the bed.

"Well, what do you think of our little room?" she inquired.

"I like it... quite a lot," Ted replied.

"And I like you," Nora said, gazing at him directly. "From the minute I laid eyes on you I liked you." She moved in closer to him, so close that he could smell the heady scent of her perfume. Their bodies were tantalizingly close, and Ted's penis began throbbing once more, swelling hard and hot against his thigh. Nora glanced down and noticed the accentuated bulge of cock-flesh. Her hand reached down and grazed it lightly.

"I'll bet you've got a big one, lover..." Ted laughed nervously. He had never been with a woman like this before, so brazen, so openly erotic.

"Where's Vince?" he asked, glancing back and noticing that his neighbor had not followed them downstairs.

"Oh, he'll be along in a minute. Don't worry about old Vince. Let's you and I get acquainted."

She sat down on the bed and leaned back provocatively, propping herself up on her elbows. Ted could hardly keep from letting his eyes rove hungrily over her roundly jutting breasts, tantalizingly hidden by .the lacy brassiere, and the smooth inviting curves of her hips. He leaned back on the bed also, away from the svelte redhead, so that each had a full view of the other.

"How long have you and Vince been doing this sort of thing?"

"Oh, a few years now. We got into wife-swapping in the city when we started hanging out with a very fast crowd on the East Side, you know, a lot of people in advertising, people from the art school I was going to. It was a lot of fun. Then Vince got the idea to throw in costumes now and then, like a masquerade party. We even formed a club, a very special club for people who share our tastes. It's called the Hide and Seek Club. I thought the name up. You know, with the costumes, and sometimes people wear masks too, Hide and Seek seemed like the perfect name, don't you think?"

Ted laughed softly, and nodded agreement.

"I guess I'll have to come up with some kind of costume, huh?" Ted asked, half-joking.

"If you want," she answered. "What do you see yourself as?"

"Oh, hell, I don't know. I was just kidding."

"Yes? Well, you know Vince says everybody has their little fantasies of themselves, and the best thing you can do is act them out. And he's right, I can guarantee you that. Vince likes to be a sailor sometimes, like tonight. He served a hitch in the Navy, the reserves."

"I was in the Navy, too."

"Yes? Well then, you could be a sailor boy again, and whore around..." she smiled at him, pulling back her lips so that her dazzling white teeth flashed in the light of the overhead lamps. "And I could be your whore... or maybe you'd prefer Lois for that role..." Ted blushed slightly and turned away. Although he was a little shocked at all this talk about fantasies, he had always secretly thought of Lois in the role of a common street walker, although he had never admitted it.

"Or you could be a slave-master and slave," she continued calmly, "or Napolean and Josephine if that's what you like. Anything goes, honey, believe me, anything goes. But right now, you don't need anything. I like you just the way you are."

Ted stared at her, and she returned his gaze steadily. Electricity seemed to pass between them in that moment, a throbbingly sensual aching of two healthy animals longing to mingle their heated flesh in a lewd embrace. Nora opened her mouth, still gazing with burning intensity into Ted's deep brown eyes, and let her small pink tongue lick the full circle of her lips, leaving a glistening trail in its wake. Then she rose slowly and began to move over toward the slender young man, still riveting him with her eyes. Ted found himself moving toward her also, his cock pounding insistently in his pants and his balls tingling with steadily growing passion. Within moments they were both kneeling on the circular bed, face to face, both trembling with lust.

"I want you, Ted," Nora whispered enticingly, "I want you to fuck me! I want you to put your prick in my cunt and fuck me until I can't move! Will you do that, lover, will you?"

Ted was transfixed by her sensual presence and throbbing with excitement from the lurid tone of her words. Everything fled from his mind, his wife, Nora's husband, even the morality or conscience of what he was about to do. All he knew was that this ravishing creature, this voluptuous redhead in front of him, wanted him to fuck her senseless.

"Yes," he groaned in a low animal-like voice, "I want to fuck you, fuck you like you've never been fucked before!"

"Then do it, lover. Do it now!"

His arms reached out quickly and enveloped her nearly naked frame in his arms, and he drew her tightly to him. They kissed, their lips crushing passionately, eagerly, together; Nora thrust her tongue deeply into Ted's mouth, greedily mingling it with his, and threw her arms urgently around his slender waist, pulling him down on top of her on the wide circular bed. One of his legs fell between her open thighs, and she pressed her pelvis upward against his muscular thigh, as he ground his hips harshly down on her, bringing his cock to painful hardness. The fevered young husband could feel the wetness of his seminal fluid seeping from the tiny slit in the hardening tip. It smeared against his leg inside his pants until he was certain she could feel the wetness through the material. She continued writhing her thigh up against his hardened cock with a practised thoroughness until he thought the lust-fevered head would explode. It was jerking now, as though he would cum at the slightest extra pressure. He thrust his tongue down into her mouth and she sucked on it gently, nibbling with tiny sharp nips of her teeth that sent chills running the length of his spine. He pulled his head away to escape the teasing sensation and placed his cheeks against her hair. For a brief moment he thought of Lois, and the shock it would be to her if she could see him stretched out over the almost naked body of their neighbor's wife.

"Take your clothes off," Nora whispered suddenly, "I want to see what you're like totally naked."

He rose up from the bed and quickly began stripping his clothes from his body, unbuttoning his shirt and flinging it onto the rug, then slipping off his shoes and socks. At the same time Nora quickly unfastened her brassiere, freeing her voluptuously quivering breasts to Ted's excited eyes. Up until now he had only seen her through the window of the basement, but now, so close to her soft, supple flesh, she was even more spectacular. With trembling hands, he undid his belt buckle and unzipped his trousers; as he lowered his trousers and shorts, a slight twinge of self-consciousness flashed through him, yet his cock, rigidly hard, quivered into full, angry erection as it was freed from its confines, and his balls tightened in hotly throbbing anticipation.

Nora kicked off her spike-heeled shoes and brushed them off the bed with her long, tawny leg; and then, gazing at the completely naked body of the young man before her, she teasingly inserted her fingers into the tight crotchband of her sheer black panties and lowered them slowly, tauntingly, while she drank in every inch of Ted Fulton's slender, wiry body. She loved everything about him: his curly brown hair, his boyish, sensitive face, and most of all his athletic body, hard and lithe, without a trace of fat anywhere. He reminded her of Greek statues she had seen, and she drank in his naked frame hungrily, particularly his long, quiveringly erect cock, while she lowered her flimsy bikini panties down her legs, and then tossed them onto the rug.

"Oh, I want you to fuck me with that cock of yours," she mewled passionately. "Oh God, screw me with that big beautiful cock!"

Ted needed no further encouragement. He climbed back onto the bed next to her, rocked from head to foot with surging desire for this naked red-haired beauty. Immediately they came together in a torrid embrace, and Ted ran his hands up and down the smooth silkiness of her back and buttocks, cupping those resilient mounds with his eagerly grasping hands. Nora did the same, exploring every inch of him, every secret hollow of his body.

The adulterous young husband pulled back slightly, for he wanted to touch the voluptuously swelling breasts that had driven him wild with desire for the past two nights, running his hands hotly over each of them, reveling in their silky texture. He sat up for a moment, panting heavily, his eyes glazed with lust, and tweaked her tiny red nipples with the thumb and forefinger of each hand, feeling them harden like tight rubber, watching the areolas contract and grow goose-pimply.

"Pinch them hard, lover, pinch them hard!" Nora moaned.

At first Ted was shocked at her request for such brutal treatment, but he responded with growing excitement. He pinched the two tight little nipples, applying more and more pressure until he thought they would explode, while Nora wriggled in ecstasy and squealed with delight. Then, no longer able to keep away from the alluring softness of her nakedly throbbing flesh, he buried his face between the deeply cleft, pulsing mounds, and then ran his hungrily sucking mouth over first one and then the other, his lust-tensed body feverish with passion.

Nora reached her hands down between their frantically straining bodies and searched for the throbbing hardness of his penis, grasping it hungrily, easing back the protective foreskin and teasing the thickened rod of flesh into maddening hardness as she ground her pelvis tightly up against him, opening her legs and giving him complete access to her warmly pulsing cunt.

Meanwhile, unseen by his preoccupied wife and neighbor, Vince Collier lounged indolently on the cellar steps, sipping on a martini and watching the lewd scene unfolding before him. It excited him to watch his voluptuous wife get fucked, and he massaged his hardened penis to full erection as it stood out lewdly from the unbuttoned front of his sailor jeans.

Yet in the back of his mind, he knew this was a mere preparation for his own lascivious plan: ravishing Ted Fulton's innocent young wife, the petite and eminently screwable Lois. She was nearly virgin pussy, untouched except by her husband, and still uptight. Vince licked his lips hungrily at the thought of driving that little piece of ass wild, so wild she would do anything and everything for him... dress in the wildest, weirdest clothes, submit to any lewd concept he might think of! Fresh and unspoiled, that was how he liked them. The enticing prospect made his massively thickened penis lurch excitedly as he jerked it roughly up and down, and sipped his martini, watching his neighbor fuck the hell out of his beautiful red-haired Nora.

"Fuck her good, brother," he thought lewdly, "cause I'm gonna get some of that sweet pussy from your wife too!"

Meanwhile, under the glare of the spotlights, Ted and Nora writhed in shameless abandon on the circular bed, nearly mad with frantic excitement.

"Oooohhh fuck me now, darling, fuck me NOW!" Nora moaned. Feverishly she snaked her hands down between their tightly pressed bodies and curled them around his obscenely pulsing cock, guiding it in between the parted lips of her desire-moistened cunt. Ted groaned above her as he felt her move his lust-hardened penis up and down between her legs, parting the soft, silky hair of her vagina with the pulsating, blood-filled head. The softly curling tendrils of her reddish pubic hair grazed teasingly against it, forcing it into even greater hardness, until it ached unbearably from the excruciating pressure.

He couldn't hold back another second. Flicking his hips forward with a sudden cruel thrust, he drove with a flesh-splitting lunge up into the gaping hot mouth of her willingly uplifted pussy.

"Ooooohhhh," she moaned beneath him as he felt the warm elastic-like sheath slip wetly over his sensitively throbbing flesh. His long, desire-bloated cock raced up her gently clasping cunt to the full depths of her naked belly, warm and tight at first, and then easier as the wetness of her openly flowering pussy surrounded it, moistening the way. As Ted thrust forward, the burrowing tip of his cock suddenly smacked up against the hard cushiony end of her cervix, his balls slapping obscenely against the rounded cheeks of her uptilted buttocks, and Nora groaned from deep within, a low guttural groan of pain and animal ecstasy.

Ted reveled for a moment in the extraordinary sense of power that consumed him. He was fucking another man's wife, fucking her good and hard, hurting her even, and he liked it. He liked it a lot! He thrust into her again, and she repeated the shriek of pain, increasing the adulterous young husband's sense of power and potency. He had never felt anything remotely like it in his life. He was like a barbaric chieftain from olden days, cruel and powerful, giving full vent to the raging animal drives within him, and he wanted more of the same!

He began to fuck her in earnest now, sawing into her with heavily slamming strokes, and with each plunging blow, Nora would arch her body and be lifted up off the mattress from the strength of his masterful fucking. She moaned ceaselessly beneath his hard pounding body, opening and closing her milk-white legs around his hips and flailing her head from side to side in wild abandon.

"Oh God, oh God, yeeeeesssssss!" she screamed. "Shove your finger in my ass! Hurt me, hurt me! Make me scream! Pleeeeassee!"

He reached under her between her buttocks as he drove his cock rhythmically up into the burning wetness of her cunt. He stretched the crevice of her buttocks wide, searching with the tip of his middle finger for her small little anus, and quickly finding it. A thin rivulet of warm cuntal moisture was running down the widespread nether crevice from where he could feel his hardened cock slicing relentlessly into her, and it moistened the tightly puckered hole. For a moment he probed experimentally with the tip of his finger, and then he pushed, feeling the softly clenched nether ring give way a little, and then open completely as he slid his middle finger in up to the first knuckle.

"YEEEESSSSSSSSSSSS!!!" Nora screamed, as pain consumed her lewdly skewered rectum like a rampant fire being shot up inside. "HURT MEEE!"

He thrust again, up to the second knuckle, as the passionate redhead continued to wail in agony and excitement. In spite of the pain, she began screwing her buttocks back on his thickly inserted finger, drawing it all the way up inside. Through the thin wall of flesh separating her two vitally impaled passages, he could feel the sperm-ridged underside of his cock plunging in and out of her, and he began to slide his finger in and out of her rectal sheath in the same rhythm.

Watching from the shadows by the stairs, Vince Collier grew more and more eagerly aroused with each painful scream from his wife. His eyes were blurred with savage delight, for it pleased him to see her fucked mercilessly by another man. His breath came in rapid pants now, while his hand, gripped tightly around his hotly swollen cock, pumped furiously. Yes, men were the masters, the dominant masters of women and the world! They held the power, they held the key! And he reveled in that knowledge, lived it to the fullest, exploring every aspect of it, every dream of power and glory his warped mind could conceive!

Fuck the hell out of her, Ted, he hissed quietly to himself. Hurt her! Make her scream bloody murder! Slice her to ribbons with your cock and ram your finger into her ass until she begs for mercy! Because I'm going to do the same to your sweet little wife!

He was nearly wild with obscene pleasure now, jerking at his huge, blood-inflated penis until it was ready to explode, holding back at just the right moment so that he could release his burning male seed at the same moment as the others, and share with Ted in man's triumph over woman! Riveted to the scene, his brain seethed with corrupt and perverted dreams of masculine conquest.

Meanwhile, Ted could feel his cock growing and expanding inside of Nora's thrashing, pain-racked body, until it felt as if it were going to burst from the exquisite pleasure building hotly in his testicles below. He began ramming into her with long, hard strokes in obscene cadence with his finger skewering deep into her rectal sheath to excite her more.

At that moment, however, he knew she was near completion, for she gripped him tight between her thighs, scissoring them open and closing them around him in time to his long, hard thrusts up into her hotly palpitating cunt and anus. She mewled incoherently like a skewered animal, wailing some primitive groan of savagery.

"OOOOOOHHHHHHHHHH fuck it hard. HAAAARRRRRRHHHHHH!!!" she squealed, pounding her heels high on his back and then jackknifing her knees back hard against her breasts, offering him the full opening of her frantically upraised crotch. Her eyes rolled uncontrollably in her head, her face contorted and straining for the final explosion so near.

"I'm cummmminnnng," she cried out, "OH FUUUUUUCCCCCKKKK I'M CUUMMINNNNG!"

She pulled her thighs back tighter until the whole of her widely stretched pink vaginal slit was presented up to him to batter and use as he willed. Her ankles locked over her shoulders, her naked cunt squirming beneath him in a wildly uninhibited dance of abandoned ecstasy.

Ted's own orgasm was nearing the bursting point now, too, for as Nora shrieked in the throes of her climax, his sperm-bloated balls heated to boiling with their heavy load of cum. His cock began to jerk excitedly in the passion-drenched vagina of his neighbor's wife as his loins burst with fevered-pitched lust.

"Ah... ah... AHHHHHHHH!" he cried out, throwing his head back in overwhelming pleasure, "AAANNNRRRRRRRRGGGHHHHHHH!!!"

And he was there! Jets of hot milky cum squirted out of his wildly shuddering penis and filled her steaming wet pussy in a seemingly endless stream of gushing release. Meanwhile, Vince, in the shadows, realizing that Ted had begun to ejaculate, let go of his own rising passion, and with a cruel jerking motion quickly brought himself to orgasm, shooting a scalding stream into the air from the parted glans of his cock and grinning with obscene delight as it splashed down on the carpeted steps.

Grunts and cries of ecstasy filled the cellar air as the two men joined the flailing redhead in total and complete release. It lasted for many long, heated moments, until finally, drained of his lust, Ted withdrew his steadily softening cock and flung himself down on the bed next to Nora Collier, exhausted. The battered redhead lay panting beside him, hardly conscious after the incredible fucking she had received. A long silence filled the room, punctuated only by the exhausted breathing of the adulterous couple.

After a few moments, Vince decided to make his presence known. He strode into the circle of light, stuffing his softened member back into his tight sailor pants.

"Well Ted," he said, as his surprised neighbor sat up self-consciously. "Welcome to the club!"


CHAPTER SEVEN

"Oh, Ted, I don't think I want to go. I mean we just had dinner with them two nights ago. Couldn't we do it some other time? Maybe next week."

It was early the next morning, and the Fultons were sitting in their breakfast nook. Ted had told Lois that the Colliers wanted them for dinner that night, and his pretty wife, having resolved to avoid her new neighbors as much as possible, was very reluctant to go.

"C'mon honey," her husband said, "when I saw them last night they were really anxious to have us over. They don't know many people in the area. They're just being friendly."

"I know, but..." Lois took a sip of coffee, trying to find a way out of the situation. After her debauched afternoon with Nora Collier she couldn't bear to face the woman again; she distrusted the Colliers now, and feared any further involvement with them. But she couldn't tell Ted any of this. He would be angry with her and accuse her of retreating from life like a scared child. She was trapped, and she knew it. She had no alternative but to agree to go.

"All right, let's go. But let's not stay too late, okay?"

"Sure, Lois, we'll go whenever you want." Ted smiled at her, pleased at her decision. "I better get my briefcase, now, and get out, or I'll be late for work."

He rose quickly from the table and went into the hall to get his jacket and briefcase, his mind running over his conversation with the Colliers after his explosive fuck with Nora the night before. The neighbors had suggested that he and Lois come to dinner the next night, and Nora was sure that by the end of the evening Ted's shy young wife would be eager to involve herself with their games and with the Hide and Seek Club. The young husband was not sure it would work, but he was more than willing to try. There was no doubt in his mind that he wanted to know more of the Colliers' brand of excitement, for the events of the previous evening had touched him right where he lived. He felt vibrant and alive as never before, sure that he had walked into something that was exactly what he needed in his life. He wanted Lois to share in it, in fact he hoped desperately that she would, but if she didn't, then he was prepared to do it on the sly. Maybe to some, he knew, it would be a cheap and adulterous attitude, but in the wake of the overwhelming thrills he had discovered, the savage animal passion that was suddenly brought to the surface of his consciousness, it was the only step he could take. He would do anything... anything, to keep it!

Slipping on his suit jacket and hoisting up his leather briefcase, he walked back into the kitchen where Lois stood by the door waiting to say goodbye. He noted that she still wore the drab housecoat he hated so much, and wondered, after the dinner that night, if she would still want to wear it.

"Bye, honey," he said, kissing her lightly on the lips. "I'll try and get home a little early so we have plenty of time to get ready for dinner. And if you want, why don't you buy a new dress... something to show off that beautiful figure of yours tonight."

"Oh Ted," his petite wife giggled, "don't be silly."

"I mean it," he replied, patting her mischievously on the softly rounded cheeks of her buttocks. "Give old Nora a run for her money."

"Okay," she murmured, turning away somewhat so as not to let him see the anxiety that flashed through her mind at the mention of her redheaded neighbor's name. "Maybe I will."

"Good girl."

He went out the back door, heading for the garage, and Lois returned to her coffee, listening to Ted drive off as he had for so many mornings now. He had seemed different to her this morning. There was a strange glint in his eye, and a jauntiness to his manner that she hadn't noticed before. He had told her he had gone over for a late-night drink with the Colliers while she was sleeping, and the young wife wondered if they had anything to do with the change in his appearance.

I wish we didn't have to go tonight, she mused unhappily. They frighten me... and after Nora and I...

Suddenly a tremor of fear ran through the petite blonde, and for an instant she wondered if Nora had told Ted about what had taken place in his own living room yesterday.

No, she couldn't have. She couldn't have!

Lois decided to put such thoughts out of her mind before she brought on another headache, and began clearing the breakfast dishes from the table.

Maybe I will get a new dress, she thought. It would certainly cheer me up.

* * *

"Another gin and tonic, Lois?" Nora asked, as the Fultons settled down in their neighbor's living room after a long, relaxed dinner.

"Oh... gosh, no..." the pretty young wife replied somewhat woozily. "I've never drunk so much in my life. I can hardly see straight."

"Ah, then that's just the time to have another," Nora replied brightly, and returned to the bar.

The evening had gone surprisingly well, and Lois was pleased that there was no trace of static in the air. Nora and Vince were perfect hosts, and the redhead hadn't made any kind of reference to the wild tongue-fucking she had given Lois the day before. In fact, she behaved as if it had never happened, much to the young bride's relief. She had taken her husband's advice and gone out to buy a dress and she had chosen a snug, tight-fitting white sheath that emphasized the enticing curves of her slim young body. Her hair was newly washed and shone with brownish-gold highlights, falling in softly curling waves around her face. She had even put on more makeup than usual, and was pleased with the alluring change it made in her appearance. Even Ted, who was off in the den now with Vince, had been quite pleased at how she looked.

Nora, of course, looked spectacular, as usual, in a form-fitting pants suit of navy blue silk, cut low to reveal the deep cleft of her voluptuous breasts, and clinging to her sensuous, Amazonian body like a second skin. Her flaming red hair was done up in the latest hairdo, and as the young wife watched her neighbor mixing drinks across the room, she felt a sudden stab of excitement, remembering their wanton encounter of the previous day. The constant round of drinks, it seemed, had worked with potent effect on Lois's brain, for she was completely relaxed, surprisingly free of the fear and anxiety she had felt all day prior to the dinner.

Meanwhile, in the den, Vince and Ted were deep in conversation.

"Look Vince," Ted was saying, "I'm not sure Lois is ready for anything like last night... I mean, she's awfully shy and prim..."

"Don't worry about a thing, my boy," Vince replied confidently. "Let Nora handle Lois. She has a way with women that's gentle, but most persuasive. Your wife seems to be having the time of her life tonight, anyway, and let me compliment you on how she looks. Pure dynamite. Absolutely gorgeous."

Ted nodded assent, for he, too, was extremely pleased at the way his young wife looked that night. When he had come home from work and she modeled the supplely clinging dress for him, spinning around with girlish glee, he had grown quite excited and had pulled her to him in a surge of desire that made his cock pulse insistently. But as usual, she had pulled away modestly, growing nervous, and he let the issue drop. Despite Vince's assurance that she was "ready to come out of the closet", as he put it, he wasn't altogether convinced.

"By the way, Ted. Do you smoke?"

"Well, I gave up cigarettes a year ago. But I'll take a cigar if you've got one."

"I don't mean either one," he said, opening a wooden box on his desk and withdrawing a thin, hand-rolled cigarette. "I mean a Mary Jane."

"Mary Jane... I don't..." But then, Ted immediately understood what Vince was implying. "You mean marijuana..."

"Exactly."

"Oh. Well... I don't know..." The young husband had heard about drugs, particularly marijuana, from newspaper articles, but had never actually had any himself, for none of the people he knew used it, although there were rumors that many people used it freely. Not just hippies and beatniks, but suburbanites like himself, and career people. "I don't know if I can handle it... it's the first time I've seen one of those things except on TV."

"Oh, you can handle it, all right. If you can handle Nora the way you did last night, you can handle old Mary Jane."

Ted glanced behind him nervously to make sure the door was closed, for he didn't want Lois to find out about his feverish screwing of his neighbor's wife, at least not right now. Turning back to Vince, he saw the tall man place the thin cigarette between his lips and light up, taking a deep drag and holding the smoke in his lungs for a long count of ten. Immediately the room was filled with a thick, sweet smell that was oddly pleasant, completely unlike cigar or pipe smoke. Vince sauntered casually over to Ted and offered it to him.

* * *

"Take a deep puff, and hold it in. Give it time to get into the lungs and swim into the blood-stream. And most of all, don't get paranoid about it. All those stories you hear are just scare tactics to keep people away. Probably started by the liquor industry. As far as I can see, they both have their place."

Not wanting to appear "square", Ted accepted the cigarette from Vince and tentatively took a puff.

"Deeper," his neighbor insisted.

Again he inhaled, drawing the thick, strong smoke deep into his lungs. He had to fight against coughing it out immediately, but he managed to keep it in. He handed it back to Vince. At first he felt nothing unusual, but after a second and third puff his head began to feel lighter, and an easy tingling sensation began to waft through his body. His vision seemed to heighten, making his eyes strangely sensitive to colors and lights. Sounds also became more intense. He could hear the ticking of the clock on the desk as if it were magnified a hundred times.

"How do you feel?" Vince inquired.

"Feel?... I feel..." his voice seemed to be miles away, and a euphoric glow spread through him warmly. He began to laugh, great huge laughs of absolute delight. "I feel fantastic! Fantastic!"

"I kind of thought you would, old boy, you're the type. That conservative suit you're wearing doesn't fool me a bit, you're one of us. I was sure of it the minute we met."

Ted took another deep puff of the marijuana and handed it back to his neighbor. Vince was right, he thought. I dress too damn conservatively. His tall, muscular neighbor was outfitted in tight black, flared trousers and a loose bright red silk shirt, cut down in front so that the dark tufts of his chest hair were clearly visible. Ted knew there was no reason in the world why he couldn't show off his own masculinity, like Vince did, and he decided, then and there, to get some new clothes, something a little raunchy, to fit his newly altered frame of reference.

As Ted relaxed back on the soft leather couch, the strong weed continued to take over his mind, drawing him into a blurred, yet heightened state of consciousness. Every inch of his skin became alive and sensitive to texture. He was vividly aware of his body and everything around him in a sensual, compelling way. He liked this stuff, and he decided to check with Vince later about how he could pick some up for himself.

"We better get inside and see what the girls are doing," his neighbor remarked.

"Right." Ted rose from the couch, somewhat unsteadily, and found that his motor responses had altered. He had to move more slowly, carefully, until he got used to the strange sensations that enveloped him. It was a little like walking underwater, but once he got used to it, it was extremely pleasant and oddly erotic. In the back of his mind he wondered what Lois's reaction would be to the drug.

Entering the spacious living room, his eyes focussed immediately on the two girls, sitting close together on the wide couch, chattering away. The two of them were an incredible vision of female pulchritude, and his thick cock, its sensitivity also heightened incredibly by the marijuana, lurched hotly against his trousers, his loins beginning to chum with warmth.

Christ, those chicks are really something, his drugged mind whispered leeringly. The way I feel, I could leap on that couch and fuck the two of them silly right now. I bet I could go on all night, too, with this stuff. Hell, Lois would think I'd gone crazy. Well, maybe I have. Maybe I have.

Lois and Nora looked up as the two men entered. They had been talking female small talk all the while, and their friendship was wholly renewed, as Nora had artfully removed all traces of Lois' distrust, carefully not mentioning their sexual episode, flattering her timid neighbor and plying her with drinks until the young wife was now as pleasantly giddy as her husband, although she had had none of the strange drug.

"What have you two men been doing in there?" Nora queried. "We were beginning to wonder if you had abandoned us. Ted, I hope Vince didn't talk politics. Once he gets going, there's no stopping him."

"No, not at all," Ted said, trying to steady himself and not appear as stoned out of his head as he felt. "Just men talk."

"Ooooohhh," Nora said, smiling mischievously.

"I was just about to take Lois upstairs and show her some of my clothes..."

"Well, go ahead," her husband insisted. "The evening's still young. I'll play Ted something on the stereo. It's upstairs too, Ted, in the record room next to the bedroom. C'mon everybody, up we go."

Vince led the way, and the others followed up the hall stairs and onto the second floor. They were all in a bubbly, cheerful mood: Lois, drunk as a schoolgirl after her first martini; Ted, reeling under the influence of marijuana; and the Colliers, eagerly anticipating what they had planned all day long, particularly Vince.

Tonight, my boy, he told himself with mounting relish as he climbed the stairs, tonight you get some of that fresh young pussy. Tonight we give dear little Lois a taste of high life, and I'll bet my bottom dollar she takes to it like a duck to water. She may squeal a bit at first, but once I get my old cock worming around inside her luscious cunt, she'll want more and more. Happens every time.

When they reached the second floor, they split up. Nora guided the cheerful young bride into the first door on the left, where the bedroom was, and Vince motioned Ted to follow him further down the hall to the music room.

Lois was a little nervous at first, being alone with Nora in the bedroom, but the heavy dose of liquor she had consumed softened her anxiety. The bedroom was a large, square room, with a thick green rug on the floor. The walls were off-white, making it seem even more enormous. One wall had long, dark wood panels that were obviously closets, another had bold modem paintings done in bright colors, and the third was covered floor to ceiling with a mirror. The room was softly lit, and a huge king-sized bed stood with it's headboard against the wall with the paintings. The only other furnishings were a couple of tables on either side of the bed with modem lamps topped by silver glass shades, and a vanity table with crystal bottles of perfume and makeup.

"Oh it's beautiful," Lois said in awe, "just beautiful."

"We love it," the redhead replied. "It's such a pleasure to have a room like this."

She walked over to the wooden paneled wall and pulled a handle. Immediately the panels slid back, revealing rack after rack of women's clothes. But, the startled young bride noticed at once, many of them seemed quite unusual.

"All my clothes are in here," Nora said, flipping through the garments hanging on the racks. "Vince keeps his outfits in the music room."

Lois walked over curiously and picked out one of the dresses at random. It was a black leather dress, daringly cut practically down to the navel, with barely enough leather to cover a woman's breasts, particularly, she noted, Nora's huge breasts. The garment was laced all the way down the sides so that, when worn, much skin would have to show through.

"Wow!" the young wife said. "Where would you get to use a dress like this?"

"Oh, Vince likes me to put it on sometimes," Nora answered casually, "particularly when we're having sex. He says it turns him on. He gets a kick out of wearing weird clothes sometimes, and having me dress up too. Does that shock you?"

Nora could see a flash of apprehension cross Lois' eyes as she explained what the leather outfit was for. Well, she thought, it's only natural. But I better cool her out right now.

She strode over to the bedtable and, opening a drawer, withdrew a thin cigarette, exactly the kind that Vince had given to Ted earlier.

"Lois," she asked, as the young girl replaced the leather dress on the rack and began to examine a beaded outfit that was no more than a G-string and flimsy brassiere, "do you smoke?"

* * *

Further down the hall, in the music room, Ted was staring in astonishment at the decor. One wall was covered from floor to ceiling with records and an expensive stereo. Another, like the bedroom, in fact the adjoining wall, had a floor-to-ceiling mirror. But the other walls were covered with pornographic drawings and photographs, except where the heavily curtained windows intruded. The pictures were the most lewdly erotic the young husband had ever seen; there were couples everywhere in every conceivable form of obscene activity. Many were naked, but just as many were dressed in special, lurid costumes. Some were fucking in the classic position, many showed bound and chained young women sucking the huge, monstrous cocks of their masters, groups of sometimes three men were ravishing a single girl, sometimes groups of young girls were crawling all over a man. Every conceivable angle and position was covered, and there were representations of every age from prehistoric times, with brutish cave men shoving their gargantuan, ape-like penises into the submissive mouths of their women, Roman soldiers raping peasant women, scenes of Renaissance debauchery, right up to the present time. Ted couldn't tear his eyes away from the vulgar murals and photos. This, he knew instinctively, was the vivid depiction of the kind of depraved sexuality that the Colliers thrived on and that he, too, found deeply compelling.

"The pictures are by Nora. She's got quite an imagination, doesn't she? Although I made most of the suggestions as to what periods, what positions, etc. And the photos you see are from some of our parties, the Hide and Seek Club gatherings."

The photos reproduced the same quality as the paintings, only these were live human beings, some naked, some costumed and masked, reveling in a debauchery that staggered the mind. Ted saw one photo that was unmistakably Nora, bound and chained on a revolving wooden wheel, while several men, including Vince, garbed in medieval outfits with easily removable cod-pieces so that their swollen cocks were quickly available, ravished her in every conceivable way, in the anus, in the cunt, in the mouth, some just jerking off on top of her nakedly chained body. Vince was dressed like some arrogant feudal baron, in tight-fitting doublet and hose, with a velvet cape, driving his lust-hardened penis mercilessly into his helplessly bound wife's pussy, while his "serfs" crudely masturbated or drove their blood-gorged instruments into her other brutalized orifices. The young husband was absolutely stunned, and more than a little aroused by the pictures. His mind, heightened and reeling from the drug, seethed with delight as his glittering eyes drank in the lewd spectacle.

"Rather exciting, isn't it?" Vince remarked, handing Ted another joint of marijuana. "I can see you like our strange little parties."

"Yes, yes, I do," he answered, quickly lighting the cigarette and taking a deep, eager puff.

"Good. Now let me put something on the stereo, and then I want to find out what your tastes include."

He went to the wall of records, and after flipping through a few, he decided on one and placed it on the record player. Soon the room was filled with a throbbing, insistent drumbeat, of no particular style of music, just steady and pulsating like a heartbeat.

"Something simple for tonight. I got this in Morocco... they have shows there, you know, where young boys and girls do a sort of seduction dance and end up screwing the hell out of each other. I saw one when we were over there doing a commercial for some new deodorant. All the drummers end up jerking themselves off as the couples reach orgasm. This is a record of that drumming..." The steady, pounding beat filled Ted's reeling mind and drew him steadily into its hypnotic spell. He took several more drags of the marijuana, and was so far gone he hardly knew where he was or what he was doing.

"Now, my friend, tell me about your secret dreams. What sort of fantasies do you have?"

"Christ..." he mumbled, hardly able to speak. "I don't know. Maybe I don't have any."

"Oh no," Vince insisted, "everyone does."

He opened a closet door, revealing a huge array of masculine garments, similar to the closet full of costumes in the other room.

"What periods interest you?" he asked. "Russian Cossack, Greek, Roman... maybe American..."

"Hell," the young husband said, feeling slightly foolish. What was all this costume business, and all this fantasy? He was sure he didn't have anything like that in his own mind. Then all of a sudden he zeroed in on a certain period that had always fascinated him. "The Civil War."

"Civil War?" Vince echoed. "American or Spanish?"

"Christ... American... I was a Civil War buff a few years ago, but I gave it up after I went into the insurance business. There just wasn't any time."

"There is, now," his neighbor replied, flipping through the racks.

"You don't mean you've got an outfit from the Civil War?"

"Mmmmm, I'll come up with something. Here. Try this for a start!"

He flipped a hat over to Ted, and the young husband knew immediately that it was a Yankee soldier's cap from the War Between the States.

"Jesus! I don't believe it!" he exclaimed.

"Put it on, soldier, put it on."

Eagerly Ted stuffed the tight, visored cap onto his curly brown hair and then glanced into the mirror. It fit perfectly! He cocked it at just the right angle and laughed aloud with pleasure at how it looked.

"Man, I never would have believed it," he remarked as an eager excitement started to overwhelm him, the same excitement he had experienced when he studied the Civil War, but now compounded by the strange recalling of his fantasies by putting on the hat.

"Here, put these on," Vince said, tossing him a pair of light, doeskin trousers, with front lacing - exactly the sort of trousers the backwoods soldier-boys wore into battle. "You don't need a shirt for tonight, I think. That should do it. Plus these boots."

He pulled out a pair of high, scuffed brown leather boots, and Ted's eyes widened in astonishment.

"My, my, my," Vince said, smiling mischievously. "I thought you said you didn't have any fantasies!"

The excited young husband picked up the soft, supple trousers in his hands as the throbbing drumbeats filled the room with a sensual beat.

"Now," his neighbor said, "I've got to find something for myself."

* * *

In the bedroom next door, Lois' response to the marijuana cigarette, after a nervous initial coughing fit, was as positive as Ted's. Her mind was spinning deliriously, and her curvaceous young body felt light as air, sensitive to the slightest touch. She tingled with delight from head to foot.

"Oh Nora," she bubbled happily, "I never in a million years thought I'd ever smoke something like this... but I like it, I really like it."

"Wonderful!" Nora purred, "cause Vince and I smoke this stuff all the time and we're crazy for it."

She pulled a dress out of the huge closet and showed it to Lois. She had explained as carefully as she could that she and her husband enjoyed dressing up, just for the fun of it, when they had sex. But she made no mention of their parties or of the club. She held up a gingham dress with ruffles and a full skirt, that looked like something a farm girl might have worn to a hoedown years ago in the midwest.

"Why don't you try this on... just for fun."

Lois was intrigued by the dress, particularly since it was unlike the provocative garments she had looked at earlier. No, this one definitely appealed to her, for it was so simple and pretty.

She took it from Nora and examined it.

"Where did you get it?" she exclaimed. "It's really adorable."

"Oh, I think the ad agency was doing a promo campaign for apple cider, and the girls were dressed in these things. Of course, I made a few changes in it to spruce it up a bit. Why don't you try it on?"

Lois eagerly removed her white sheath dress, wriggling it down over her supple, milk-white young body, while Nora eyed her with fascination and rising desire. She regretted that the previous afternoon had been so brief, but she knew that after tonight Lois would be vastly more agreeable to casual perversion.

"Take your bra and panties off too," the svelte redhead suggested.

"Oh, Nora," the young wife said nervously. "I really don't think I should... I mean..." Nora laughed warmly.

"Oh, don't worry honey, it's okay. That little costume is just much more interesting without them. You'll see what I mean. Go on, don't be afraid."

"Okay," Lois replied, feeling much too euphoric and happy to play any of her old anxiety games. "I'm being silly, I know."

In a brave effort to appear more sophisticated, she unhooked her brassiere and set it aside, then slid her thin white panties down her slender legs. Nora ogled her nakedly jiggling body with lewd interest, remembering how sweet and soft her throbbing cuntal interior was beneath her tongue and mouth.

Easy Nora, she reminded herself. It's Vince's turn tonight.

The petite, sandy-haired girl lifted the dress above her head, and then pulled it down easily over her supple young form. As she smoothed it into place, she realized that it was much tighter than she thought, for the material molded tautly to her firmly rounded breasts, pushing them forward so that the buds of her nipples were clearly outlined against the checkered gingham. The outfit clung to her narrow waist and then flared out into a full, ruffled skirt that ended just above her dimpled knees, revealing the slender white calves that tapered down to her small, delicate feet clad in white high heels. As she gazed at herself through her blurred vision in the mirror, she suddenly gasped, for the dress was unexpectedly slit all the way up the front to just above the line of her vaginal mound. When she was still, it looked like an ordinary dress, but whenever she moved, the front flew open, revealing the nakedly trembling mound of her pubic triangle and the smooth white flesh of her thighs and legs.

"Oh Nora," she giggled, half shocked, yet also thrilled by the vision of herself as a lewd little farmer girl. "This is wicked."

"Isn't it, though?" the redhead answered. "I love that one. It's really cute, but darling too. And it's perfect on you."

Indeed, there was no doubt about it, the fresh young beauty looked ravishing in the costume, a perfect combination of innocence and subtle eroticism; the sight of her made Nora's blood race a little quicker through her veins, but again, she put a firm hold on her feelings.

She walked over to the wall next to the mirror and flipped a switch. Immediately the room was filled with the same vulgarly pulsing, drumbeats that emanated from the stereo next door. The sound blared out from hidden speakers in the ceiling.

"Oh, Vince has the Moroccan drum record on again. I'll go ask him to put something else on. You wait here and try another dress if you want. I'll be right back."

"Okay," Lois replied, hardly conscious of what Nora was saying. She was utterly fascinated with the way she looked in the costume, and the drumbeats filled her drugged mind so totally that she was nearly lost in it. It was only after she glanced around that she noticed her neighbor was gone.

Finding herself alone, she became like a little girl again. She gazed with delight at herself in the mirror. She began to walk around to the drumbeats, giggling when the snug gingham dress flared lewdly open, revealing her naked vagina. It was like "dress-up" when she was a child, only with an added excitement, and for the first time the innocent young blonde found herself wiggling her hips with no encouragement from anybody else, and opening the front of her dress to glance at her softly pulsing, naked pubic mound. As the beats of the drum increased with obscene sensuality, she lifted her arms high above her head and began to perform a sexy little dance, wriggling her ripely rounded little buttocks, and jutting her proud young breasts out as far as possible. She was so far out of herself, due to the excessive drinks and the marijuana, that she was completely unaware of what she was doing. She was lost in fantasy, just as she had been many times when she was a little girl, alone in her room, making up little stories to act out. And she was happy, despite the bizarre situation, despite her earlier fear and suspicions about Nora and Vince.

"Well, well, well, what have we here?"

Lois froze, panic-stricken by the sudden intrusion of a male voice. She turned sharply and saw that Vince Collier had entered and was watching her, his eyes leering crudely at her gingham-clad body. He was dressed only in a pair of old overalls, patched in places, and hanging from his muscular shoulders and chest by one strap. She gasped, for he looked completely different, and she couldn't imagine what was happening.

"How... how long have you been there?" she asked nervously, icy prickles of fear racing up the curve of her back.

"Long enough to lock the door and get an eyeful of that little dance, baby ," he snarled.

The costumed young wife was completely bewildered by the change in her neighbor's husband. He appeared to be a totally different person, no longer the suave, cheerful host. He was positively drooling at her, running his eyes up and down her young body like some kind of retarded idiot.

"What... what do you want?" she asked in a tiny, frightened voice.

"Some of that wet little pussy of yours," he growled back in a low, guttural voice. "What's the matter? Nice pure little farm girl doesn't like a dirty field hand, huh? Too dirty for that clean white skin, huh?"

Suddenly Lois realized that Vince Collier was playing some kind of cruel game with her. In his eyes she was a farm girl, and he was acting out the part of a drooling, lusty field hand. It was beyond belief, and her skin crawled in revulsion.

"Vince, please... I don't understand..."

"I ain't Vince, cunt," he snapped, letting his wide hand drop down to the bulging crotch of his ragged overalls and slowly beginning to massage the rapidly swelling mound of his lengthy cock. "Get that straight right now."

A freezing shock of revelation crashed through the fearful young girl's brain. All the friendliness, all the careful preparation, the drinks and drugs, the costumes, all were leading up to this horrible sexual masquerade. The Colliers, she knew in that blinding moment, were more bestially perverted than she had realized, for the muscular man standing before her was now transformed into a depraved animal, acting out some strange fantasy in which she was the object of his incredibly vulgar desires. With a little cry of alarm, she attempted to run past him and find Ted, but he grabbed her brutally with his muscular arms.

"Where you goin', baby?"

"I want my husband! I want to get out of here! Please, please let me go!"

"I ain't lettin' you go until I get my cock into that nice wet cunt of yours, get it?"

"Oh God, no! NOOOOOOOO!"

With a superhuman burst of energy, she broke free of his crushing grip and ran to the door. But it was locked. Vince had locked it, she knew at once. Tears sprang to her eyes as she gasped in horror, knowing she was completely trapped. The crudely dressed man laughed viciously, again massaging his throbbing crotch like a savage beast, licking his lips in anticipation. He was totally inside of his dream world now, locked into a cruel fantasy, and he would not be satisfied until he had ravished the delicate, gingham-clad creature he beheld with lust-maddened eyes.

He began to stalk his prey as Lois frantically backed away, desperately trying to find a way out of the room. But there were no windows, no other door. She backed against the wall near the bed, her hand raised to her mouth in terror, the other clutching at the opening in the front of her lurid dress.

"Oh please... plleeeeeeaassssssseee!!!" she begged frantically as he lurched toward her, closer and closer. Her mind, still clouded heavily with drink and dope, heightened the terror she felt, and magnified the transformed neighbor in her mind so that he looked like a hulking ape, a creature of no morals or conscience from the backwoods of a rural farmland. She knew he would not stop until he had his way, until he had enacted his sick, perverted fantasy to the fullest! Finally, he was only inches away, and she could feel his hot breath blowing against her face. She turned away, frightened to the bottom of her heart, but he reached out with his brutish hands and pulled her to him, crushing her tiny form to his panting, powerfully-built body. He kissed her harshly, fiercely, on her soft, pliant lips, lunging his tongue deeply into her vainly resisting mouth, rolling it around obscenely and mingling his tongue with hers. The strength and fury of his kiss nearly overwhelmed the fragile, quivering young housewife.

With an unexpected gesture, he slipped one grasping hand through the open front of her costume and clutched crudely at the golden "vee" of her pubic triangle, extending his middle finger roughly, searching with brutal insistence until he found the nakedly quivering flesh of her vaginal slit. Then he ran the full length of the helplessly exposed flesh until he found the tightly clenched vaginal opening.

Lois clamped her thighs fiercely together, hoping to keep his lewdly questing finger from intruding farther, but it was a hopeless gesture. With one swift lunge, Vince forced his rigid finger up into the fear-constricted cuntal opening, and it slid in with a slight, soft pop as her sensitive vaginal flesh closed around it.

"AAAaaannnngggghhh!!!" Lois cried helplessly, painfully agonized by the roughly thrust finger bruising the tender flesh of her vagina. "Oh God, I can't stand it... please... please..."

"Stop acting like you hate it, bitch, you don't fool me for a minute," she snapped, snaking his middle finger farther up into her tightly resisting cunt and sending flashes of searing pain through her brutalized vagina.

"Vince, please... I can't... I CAN'T!"

"Crap! You let my wife get some of your pussy, didn't you! Now it's my turn, bitch!"

"You mean... you mean Nora told you!"

"Everything! In complete detail!"

Lois stifled a cry of horror at his words. Nora had sworn to her that she wouldn't tell a soul about what had happened. How could she! After Lois had trusted her! Waves of humiliation and shame shook the young wife, as she realized she had been completely betrayed! All her suspicions about the Colliers were right! She cursed herself for having come tonight, for not insisting that she and Ted never see them again, ever! But it was too late! She was caught in a hideous nightmare, so shameful and frightening that she thought she would be sick to her stomach right there on the spot.

With a vicious lunge, Vince forced his middle finger farther between the velvety walls of her cringing cuntal cave, while she winced in pain and struggled vainly to free herself from him. Maybe if she could find Ted! Maybe if she screamed or something he could help her.

"TED!" she shouted suddenly, "TED HELP ME, PLEASE!"

"It's no use, baby, these rooms are soundproofed. He can't hear you. Besides, he's busy himself. I don't think he'd want to be interrupted."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean that by now he and Nora should be in the midst of their own little party."

"I don't believe you," she shouted. "You're lying! That's a filthy disgusting lie!"

"Oh yes? You think so? Well, my sweet innocent little girl, perhaps I should enlighten you on what your husband is really like!"

He swiftly withdrew his moistened finger from Lois' painfully throbbing cunt and sauntered over to the panel of switches next to the full-length mirror. The lights in the room lowered softly, and suddenly the next room, the music room, was fully visible. At once Lois knew it was a two-way mirror, although she had never seen one before, and her eyes grew wide in disbelief at what she saw.

Ted was sprawled on a couch in the other room directly facing the mirror. He had donned the doeskin pants and boots that Vince had provided earlier, with the little soldier cap on his head. His chest was naked, and the tight muscles of his chest and arms were fully revealed by the mellow light of the room. The doeskin trousers were so tight that the lower portion of his body was clearly outlined; a huge mound throbbed enticingly where his cock and balls were stuffed into the Civil War pants; the lacing up the front stretched apart because of the snug fit, revealing the skin and pubic hair inside, as well as a teasing glimpse of his stiffened penis; and his legs, muscular and strong, were tightly encased in the supple leather. The high boots completed the outfit perfectly, and despite her shock, Lois was utterly compelled by the sight of her handsome husband in his new guise.

"Ted wanted to be a soldier from the Civil War tonight," Vince murmured, moving quietly behind the young bride as she stood transfixed, gazing as if hypnotized into the other room. "I think it suits him, don't you agree?"

Lois' mouth hung open unconsciously as she saw him, for despite her overwhelming rage and humiliation, her husband looked more handsome and desirable than ever. He lounged obscenely on the sofa, his legs spread wide, and softly massaged his own crotch, gazing at his reflection in the mirror. She knew at once that he was completely caught up in the Colliers' way of life. There was a devilish glint in his eye as he fondled himself unashamedly while his wife looked on, unseen, through the two-way mirror.

At that moment, the door to the music room opened, and Lois watched, stunned, as Nora entered the room. She had discarded her navy blue pants suit, and now wore only the briefest brassiere and panties, but made of tight black leather. The skimpy garments barely covered the thrusting mounds of her tawny breasts, and wisps of reddish pubic hair pushed lewdly out around the leather panties where they stretched tautly against the swollen mound of her pussy. She smiled at Ted when she entered, obviously excited by the sight of him in his erotic garb. Her hand flew to her leather-covered cunt and began to massage it openly, just as Ted continued to massage his own crotch.

"I can't look," Lois moaned, turning her head away. "It's horrible."

"Of course you can look," Vince replied. "In fact, you might even get to like it. Here. This might help."

He handed her another tightly rolled joint of marijuana.


CHAPTER EIGHT

"You make quite a soldier boy, Ted," Nora Collier said, as her young neighbor's husband rose from his sprawled position on the sofa and walked toward her with a sensual swagger.

When Ted had donned the Civil War costume, the effect on him had been powerful beyond his wildest imaginings. He felt completely at home and his body, aided by the strong marijuana he'd smoked, became more confidently erotic than it had ever been in his life. He sauntered toward the stunning redhead, a rising tide of passion surging through his drugged frame. Their eyes locked and glittered with erotic longing.

"You look pretty good yourself, Nora," he said in a low voice.

"Well, it's not exactly the right period, but I thought you'd like it anyway. Do you?"

"I like it a lot, babe, quite a lot."

They embraced feverishly, running their greedily lustful hands over each other's half-naked bodies. Lewd desire rose between them with relentless urgency, spurred by the provocative garments they both wore. Ted had no trouble losing himself in the strange fantasy world they had erected. It was as if he had been waiting for it all his life. Slowly, he edged toward the wide couch, all the while showering her naked shoulders and neck with hot, urgent kisses.

"Oh Ted," she murmured breathlessly as they reached the couch, "you really turn me on. Oh, Christ, do you turn me on! I want to suck your cock. I want you to cum in my mouth tonight. Please! Will you let me?"

Ted could hardly believe her request. Let her? Hell, he was dying for it!

"Do anything you like, Nora. Anything."

"Then lay back on the couch, lover, and let me do my thing."

"Should I take my pants and boots off?"

"No baby... please. I dig leather. Just stay the way you are!"

Ted laughed softly. What an incredible chick she was. There seemed to be no end to her perversions! But that was just what he liked about her. He lay back on the sofa, stretching his slim body out fully while Nora knelt hungrily at his feet. Flicking her tongue out lewdly, she began to lick at the shiny brown boots he had been given earlier by her husband. As she licked, working her way slowly up his body, little moans of pleasure escaped her full, sensual lips, and she worked her darting tongue and wet lips up over the leather as if it were the most delicious thing in the world. The depraved young husband watched with mounting lust as the voluptuous redhead, clad only in the skimpiest of leather lingerie, licked his boots and labored feverishly up toward the supple doeskin trousers. She reached out her hand and, while still sucking on the leather, unlaced the bulging front of his trousers, then quickly slipped her hand inside and withdrew his thickly swollen cock from within the soft doeskin folds of his pants.

"Mnnnnnnnnnnn," she mewled, as she deftly pulled back the velvety foreskin, grasped the bloated fleshy shaft with her hand, and began jerking it slowly up and down.

Ted had all but forgotten his wife, and had no idea that she was watching him with horrified eyes on the other wide of the two-way mirror. Nora, on the other hand, knew exactly what was happening and was taking pains to put on a very special show for her husband and the naive young wife of her leather-clad neighbor. Knowing that others were watching her in her darkest perversion added to her lurid pleasure. Never relaxing her grip on her muscular neighbor's throbbing cock, she slowly edged her laboring mouth up toward it rigid hardness, trailing her tongue over the soft, soft leather of his trousers. Then, she lifted her head, and pulled away from him a moment. Spreading his legs wide, she knelt up between them on the couch like an obedient slave girl and, gripping his thickly-corded thighs with her hands, she lowered her head toward the quiveringly erect shaft that stood out from the unlaced crotch of his pants. Her moist lips parted hungrily and her eyes filmed over with greedy desire as she closed her eager mouth softly over the purplish head of his penis.

In the other room, Lois, who had been watching this whole scene in numbed disbelief, moved forward with a start as Nora began to suck on the tip of Ted's cock. It was unbelievable! Her own husband, being made love to orally by then neighbor's wife while she was forced to watch every lurid detail. Yet the marijuana Vince had given her earlier did much to soften the shock, and as she gaped at the scene, her shock slowly changed to stunned fascination. Horrible though it was, she found herself now and then growing somewhat excited by the vulgar scene taking place in the other room, and she was hypnotically riveted to it, as if watching some crude pornographic movie in which her own husband was the star.

She was barely conscious that Vince stood behind her, drawing on the hand-rolled marijuana cigarette and watching with vile interest as his wife began her oral seduction of Lois' husband. He was stoned again, and as he flipped away the last of the drug into an ashtray nearby, he turned his attention to the bewildered, drug-numbed young bride who stood utterly compelled by the scene in the next room.

Moving slowly up behind her, he placed his large palms directly on the lushly rounded moons of her young buttocks and began to knead them softly, kissing the back of Lois' neck and shoulders, nuzzling his face in the softness of her sandy tresses.

At first she was hardly aware of his presence, so absorbed was she in the obscene spectacle in the next room; but as his strong hands gripped the pliant flesh of her quivering ass-cheeks with steadily rising passion, she stiffened her body, refusing to let herself respond to his crude advances, even though the drug had so sensitized her skin that every touch, every gesture, no matter how obscene sent ripples of warm delight through her body.

I can't let this happen! I can't, she screamed inwardly. Maybe Ted is fooled by all this, maybe I've lost him forever, but I can't let myself be dragged down into their horrid life! I CAN'T!

Vince Collier snaked his hands forward around the deceiving gingham dress that covered the stiffly unresponding young bride's hips until he found the lurid slit in the front of the garment. In one strong move, his muscular hands darted to the inside of her thighs and gripped the softly yielding flesh fiercely, as if trying to force her legs apart. At the same time he kissed the back of her neck so hard he raised a little red welt in the skin, causing Lois to cry out in pain.

"Oh nooooo! Noooooo!" she groaned. "Please let me alone!"

But her drugged neighbor was deaf to her cries. He was retreating again into his lewd fantasies and wanted to take her violently, cruelly, to plunge his desire-stiffened penis up into her wetly tender pussy without mercy and drive her wild, destroying her stubborn facade of prudishness. He wanted to dominate her, fuck her senseless until she submitted to him in whimpering adoration and begged for more. He moved his searching hands gently up her trembling thighs until he felt the wisps of her curling pubic hair brush against them. Then he quickly turned his hands upwards, so that all his fingers suddenly grasped upwards into her nakedly quivering vaginal flesh. He fingered her without mercy, driving her nearly mad with the crawling, probing activity of ten fingers prodding eagerly, obscenely at her tightly resisting cuntal split. Her body jerked back rigidly and she struggled to free herself from the strong arms that held her immobile.

"Ooohhhh... NOOOOOOOO!" she cried. Yet despite her resistance, her drug-sensitized pussy became involuntarily damp with warm dewdrops of moisture, her tortured flesh began to respond out of her control, quivering with faintly pulsing flashes of desire as her tortured young body began to grow hot with desire.

As she writhed vainly she could see, in the mirror, that Nora had worked her lewdly questing mouth over every inch of Ted's lust-bloated cock, and she slavered hungrily, her face buried in his loins, while the young husband gripped the silken tresses of her scarlet mane with tightly clenched hands, his face a contorted mask of ecstasy.

Oh Ted, her reeling mind called out, what's happening to us? What's happening to us?

Suddenly, Vince had reached the point of mounting frenzy where he no longer wanted to maintain control on his bestial lust. He removed his hands from her throbbingly wet pussy and turned her quickly around so that she could no longer see the activity in the other room.

"Now, baby, the old field hand's gonna rape this little virgin! NOW!"

He grabbed her gingham dress at the shoulder and pulled roughly at the material. To Lois' surprise and horror the material gave way immediately, and tore from her frightened young body easily. Savagely, the tall man ripped at the material, exposing more and more of her nakedly trembling flesh. Sounds of tearing cloth mingled with the savage drumbeats that still filled the air from the stereo speakers. Finally, with one last great swipe of his sweaty hands, Vince wrenched the last remaining shreds of her garment from her tender young body.

Ashamed of her nakedness, Lois tried primly to hide her breasts and vagina with her hands, but Vince Collier only laughed and grabbed her arm, and flung her onto the wide bed. Then he unhitched the shoulder strap of his ragged overalls and began to undress.

From the bed, Lois caught a quick glance of the vulgar scene in the next room. Ted was writhing now on the couch in the throes of wicked animal passion as Nora labored hungrily over his thickly throbbing cock with her hotly-working mouth. A wave of anger crashed over the horror-stricken young wife. She bitterly resented the fact that Ted was so enthralled by Nora's seduction that he wasn't even remotely concerned about what was happening to his own wife. Rage and hatred flooded her mind, and she became obsessed with the desire to have revenge on him for abandoning her this way, for leading her into this disgusting den of immorality.

At that moment, the powerful naked figure of Vince Collier loomed starkly between her and the two-way mirror. He hovered above her next to the bed like a hulking animal, drinking in her vulnerably naked body with his leering eyes. He was no longer the smooth, witty advertising executive, he was a lusting animal of a man, anxious only to satisfy the obscene desire that sizzled through every inch of his thickly muscled body. His huge, blood-engorged cock stood out rigidly from the dark, wiry tangle of his pubic hair, quiveringly erect and jerking in anticipation of what was to come. His huge, hairy balls swayed menacingly below.

At the sight of his lust-inflamed cock and balls, Lois shivered in fear, for the girth and size of his penis was larger even than Ted's and she was terrified lest he split her wide open!

Snarling lewdly, Vince leaned down over her on the bed and pushed her legs up and apart, splaying them out wide. Then he crawled up on the bed, like a beast of prey, moving lustily toward her nakedly splayed pussy. Reaching out suddenly, he clamped his palms on the insides of her milk-white thighs, hunched on all fours, and leered hungrily down into the exposed pink flesh of her traitorously moistening cunt. With a slow, torturing outward movement of his thumbs, he drew the glistening pink lips slowly apart, exposing the moistly throbbing slit to his merciless gaze. He watched it greedily for a moment, then, with an animal-like groan, dropped his head and buried the full length of his tongue snake-like into the warmly pulsing opening.

She jerked involuntarily at the shock of the contact, and ground her buttocks down on the mattress to escape the maddening assault on her helpless vagina.

"OOOHHHHHHH PLLLLEEEEEAASSSSSSEEE!" she whimpered, her head flailing helplessly from side to side while his tongue speared in and out of the involuntarily dilating lips of her cunt. In spite of her fear and shame, tiny wisps of forbidden pleasure began to ripple deep down inside her belly and her arms lay tensed at her side while her firmly rounded breasts danced obscenely from the cruel buffeting her body was undergoing.

Vince reached up over the smooth white flatness of her quivering belly and dug his hands softly into the enticing mounds of her defenselessly naked breasts, his fingers rolling the hardening little nipples relentlessly between them. His mouth and tongue worked animal-like in brutal subjugation of the widespread tightness of her cunt, and his eyes watched with lewd delight as her fact contorted in a mixture of pain and pleasure. He was waiting, waiting for her to surrender fully, as he knew she would.

Suddenly Lois, writhing in misery, caught sight of the vision in the two-way mirror and realized once again that her own young husband was eagerly, hungrily caught up in the debauchery she still struggled to resist.

Damn you, Ted, her mind screamed. Damn you!

In the music room next door, Ted and Nora were now at the height of a staggering crescendo of excitement. The young husband was in a delirious stupor of passion brought on by Nora's artful cock-sucking. Lifting his head, he could see his hardened shaft of male flesh sunk halfway between her roundly ovalled lips, while she gently massaged the soft resilient skin of his testicles with one hand and stroked the base of his long cock between the thumb and forefinger of her other hand. Her tongue twirled maddeningly around the apex of his cock, as her warmly working lips closed tighter and tighter around the throbbing, blood-engorged shaft.

Ted knew he was close to his orgasm, for a fiery heat was raging in his loins; he began to grind his pelvis up furiously, pumping his stiff cock in and out of the voluptuous redhead's hotly clutching mouth with mounting excitement.

Nora could sense his moment of release was nearing as he increased his frenzied, writhing motions, and her own panty-clad pussy was boiling hotly in sympathetic passion. She reached down with one hand and took his booted left foot and placed it directly on the tight, leather-encased bulge of her vaginal mound and indicated for him to grind his boot into it, thereby increasing her own lusty drive toward orgasm. The young husband needed no further urging, and he pressed the toe of his boot into the softly throbbing mound and ground it furiously, driving Nora nearly berserk with heated pleasure.

The torrid redhead reached under his buttocks and cupped them in her palms, pulling his loins up tighter to her face. Her tongue swiped furiously around and around the continually growing glans until Ted felt it was nearing the bursting point as she took almost all of the rigidly quivering shaft far back into her throat.

Great swirls of heat were building deep, deep in his balls as he watched her face working above his sweating loins. He drove his boot mercilessly into her leather-pantied pussy as she rotated her pelvis wildly, pressing back with the muscles of her buttocks. Then his stomach tightened as he arched his back, pushing his lust-inflamed penis even farther up between her hungrily slavering lips and began to groan wildly, crazily.

Nora began to groan out high little animal noises as she worked hotly over Ted's nearly bursting cock and pressed her cunt against his lewdly rotating boot. She was cumming now! Ripples of heat flashed through her and made her body shudder as if it was jolted by licking tongues of fire. She twitched crazily, her pussy channel drenched with female secretions that cascaded furiously down to the tight leather covering and seeped out slowly around it.

"AAAAARRRRRGGGGGHHHHH!" Ted cried out, as his bloated, fiery cock suddenly spewed forth rivulets of white thick semen into Nora's hungrily gulping mouth. Her cheeks expanded and hollowed as she greedily swallowed his warm flooding gushes, and continued feverishly as he emptied his white-hot sperm deep into her mouth and throat. The adulterous young husband gripped his hands cruelly in her flaming red hair and pushed his madly squirting penis all the way up into her throat, still pressing his foot mercilessly against her wetly cumming pussy. He moaned ecstatically, for he had never in his life experienced anything so volcanic, so incredible.

It seemed to go on and on, until finally he drained himself to the last lewd drop and collapsed, exhausted.

* * *

The sound of obscene Moroccan orgy drums crashed like thunder through the bedroom. Lois lay on the king-sized bed, her quivering white legs spread wide while Vince Collier continued to plunge his tongue rigidly deep within the pulsing walls of her wetly quaking cunt. The ravished young bride had watched as if hypnotized as her own husband reached his thrashing orgasm, sucked dry by the lewdly slavering lips of their neighbor's wife. Now revenge and hatred seethed through her brain with demonic force. She wanted to get back at Ted for the humiliation he had led her to!

Vince removed his lips at last from her excitedly seething pussy.

"Now baby, I'm going to fuck you until you can't see straight!"

"Do whatever you want," the numbed and nakedly subjugated girl replied. "I don't care."

"Oh no," he replied, rising menacingly before her, his powerful body glistening lewdly with sweat, "you've got to want it! You've got to tell me you want it real bad or it won't work! TELL ME THAT NOW!"

"Oh, please," she moaned, turning her head away from his leering eyes as he rose up between her legs , like a towering leviathan, "haven't I done enough?"

"No! NOOOOOOO!!!! I CAN'T!"

"You can and you will! Now! NOW!"

Lois closed her eyes tightly, as a great wall of shame and horror crashed over her. Isn't it enough, she thought, that he's brutalized me in the most shameful way possible! Isn't it enough that he's got me completely in his power? Oh, God, I'll never forgive Ted, never! Her lips tightened in bitter anger, and her nakedly trembling body grew cold with the renewed desire for revenge.

"Say it!" the powerful man commanded. "SAY YOU WANT ME TO FUCK YOU!"

He moved his body menacingly up and over her, placing his huge hands on either side of her quiveringly defenseless frame and his desperately aching cock right up between her legs where his mouth had just been, sucking and licking so obscenely. His face was just above her own, a twisted, contorted mask of hideous cruelty, and Lois cringed, frantically trying to push her vulnerably exposed body down against the mattress in a ludicrous attempt to get away from him. But she knew it was hopeless. She was his slave, his abject, humiliated slave.

It doesn't matter now, she realized darkly, my own husband's abandoned me. Nothing matters any more.

"Say fuck me! Fuck me with your big wet cock! SAY IT!" Vince demanded.

The numbed young bride groaned deeply, dispersing the last traces of resistance and fear. In her alcohol and drug-fogged mind it no longer mattered how low she sank, or what hideously sinful thing she did, she was lost... utterly lost in a maelstrom of hatred, lust and revenge.

"I... I want..." she struggled to say the words that shamed her to the very core of her being. "I want you to... to..."

"SAY IT!"

"FUCK!" She blurted out in a frenzy, "FUCK MEEEEEE!" Yes! Yesssssss! FUCK ME! PUT YOUR BIG WET COCK IN ME AND FUCK ME! FFFFFUUUUUUCCCCCKKKKK MEEEEEEE!"

Her obscene cries tore from her throat like shower of boulders from a mountain blasted with dynamite. Years of frustration and terror crashed down forever, years of sexual fear and resistance fell to pieces as she screamed the horrible phrases over and over.

"FUCK ME! PUT YOUR COCK IN MY CUNT AND FUCK ME!"

Yes, she wanted it now, she wanted it because this was the revenge she could take on her adulterous husband, this was how she could show him how much she hated him for what he had done to her. SHE WOULD LET HER NEIGHBOR'S HUSBAND FUCK HER SENSELESS! BECAUSE NOTHING MATTERED ANY MORE! NOTHING!

Towering above her like a lust-crazed animal, Vince licked his lips in utter triumph. She was responding far better than he could ever have wished, at least for the first time, and he gloated in his mastery of the nearly berserk young bride! Grunting hungrily, he suddenly fell forward, his great weight smashing her full, firmly-set breasts back tight against her chest. He thrust his hips forward at the same time, plunging his long, thickly rigid cock deep into her moistly throbbing cunt like a raging bull, pushing the soft hot flesh of her vaginal walls in tiny rippling waves before it. There was no stopping it until, with a loud groan, his balls smacked heavily into the upturned cheeks of her tightly clenched ass.

"OH GODDDDD GODDDDDD!" she cried beneath him. She had never been so filled in her whole life and his heavily bloated penis felt as though it had ripped her cringing vagina into a thousand tiny pieces as he speared into her without a shred of mercy. It lay sunk deeply in her nakedly writhing belly, filling every part of her insides. There wasn't one tiny ridge of flesh on it that she could not feel as it pressed tightly up against the startled flesh of her vagina.

He lay still for a moment, his face directly over hers, then suddenly he clamped his lips down over her mouth and began a slow rocking motion up between her trembling milk-white thighs. The tight narrow passage of her cunt widened slightly with each short, smooth stroke as Lois gritted her teeth, her loins burning with the pain of the cruel intrusion into her tightly resisting cunt. Yet there was also something faintly thrilling about the way his huge blood-engorged cock filled her so completely, and deep within her she experienced the first faint throbbings of raw animal pleasure that she had come to know only slightly in the past two days. She had no reason now to resist, to keep a tight hold on her morals or her maidenly innocence! She had been betrayed by her neighbors and by her own husband, her entire world had been turned upside down and there was no reason not to let herself sink into the obscene miasma that now threatened to engulf her. Her face twisted into an oddly leering smile as Vince began to skewer her with rapidly increasing strokes, plunging his iron-hard instrument of torture roughly in and out of her rapidly awakening pussy.

Her entire body began to twitch and writhe now, freed from her former prudish resistance, and she began to groan with pleasure up into the moistness of his hungrily pressing mouth; suddenly, she shoved her tongue with complete abandon into his mouth as low mewls of servile acceptance came in steadily increasing torrents from deep in her chest. Passion surged like a winding snake throughout her helplessly responding body. Her nostrils flared heatedly, and a light film of perspiration broke out on her forehead under the softly disheveled strands of her sandy hair.

"That's it, baby," Vince cried, as he realized she was at last his willing victim, "that's it. Grind that pussy of yours real hard! FUCK BACK!"

Immediately she began to twist and rotate her pelvis, pulling him deeper and deeper into her with her greedily clutching vaginal flesh, screwing her cunt up around him until she took all of his thickly plunging cock eagerly, shamelessly. Her hands flew up and gripped his shoulders, her fingers digging into his heavily muscled back, hanging on with passionate intensity, while the moist wet cavern of her vagina flowered open to receive his battering cock.

The pain was gone now, its last traces having vanished with the last of her fear, and her legs, wound around him on either side of the impaling rod of male flesh, were jerking and quivering now in uncontrolled abandon. Her eyes were closed and her tongue slavered up into his mouth as small animal-like sounds of velvety pleasure rumbled from deep in her throat. The cords in her neck and thighs stood out hard and tense as she writhed beneath him, scarcely believing the delicious flames of pleasure that were rippling through her nakedly twisting young body. She had never imagined such wonderful feelings could exist, and she reveled in it! She was fucking her neighbor's husband! It was lewd, shameful and humiliating, but she loved it now! SHE LOVED IT!

Vince labored hotly above her, moving into her with cruelly lunging strokes that brought his lust-inflamed cock almost all the way out of her wetly clasping vagina on the backstroke, then thrusting forward into her now eagerly uplifted loins until he could feel the harsh slap of his sperm-bloated balls against the naked crevice of her anus. He quickened his merciless fucking as she thrashed her body beneath him. He pressed his hands behind her knees, pushing them back down against the mattress on either side of her shoulders, so that the entire plane of her wetly seething pussy was wide open to the pile-driving thrusts of his loins as he smacked brutally into her.

"AAAahhhhhgggghhhh..." she groaned wildly beneath him, her face in an unrecognizable mask of bestial passion. Her body was throbbing madly with unbelievable excitement. Radiant bursts of heat swirled in her loins. Every inch of her milk-white skin tingled with ecstasy, and she gasped in wanton passion.

So this is what it's like, she realized in her wildly reeling brain, Oh God, it's wonderful, wonderful! I never want it to end. NEVER!

Vince Collier grunted and groaned, quickening his strokes, grinding deep and hard so that his blood-swollen cock bored far up into the hidden, untouched recesses of her womb. His heavily swollen balls, slapping roughly against her unprotected anal crack, grew hot with their rapidly swelling load of cum. He was going to cum soon, cum like a cannon, and so was she! He could tell from the way her cries and gasps of ecstasy came faster and faster, and the way her breasts heaved and quivered up against the crushing pressure of his chest, the tiny hardened nipples digging fiercely into his skin. The galvanic fire grew faster in his loins now, and he knew the moment was at hand.

"SHIT! OOOHHHHHH SHIIIIITTTTT! I'M GOING TO CUUUMMMMM!!

Beneath him, Lois quivered like a madwoman out of control, her body flailing, her head twisting from side to side with savage energy. She was nearly incoherent from the rampaging pleasure she was experiencing, and her wildly pulsing cuntal walls began to grow feverish with unbelievable heat. She was cumming too!! GUMMING AS NEVER BEFORE!

"AH... AH... AHHHHHHH!" she shrieked, and suddenly they were there, together!

Vince felt her seething cunt flowering open around him as he gushed the first thick jet of his boiling semen into her passion-drenched interior. Her own cuntal secretions flowed hotly out around his frantically jerking penis, mingling her moisture with his own. Wave after wave streamed forth from the parted glans of his cock-head, crashing headlong into her writhing, welcoming pussy-flesh. He twisted his body and bucked his hips with desperate intensity, draining himself as she jerked continually up to him, the lips of her heated pussy sucking ravenously at his penis as though it were trying to milk him dry.

Lois moaned, long, steady moans of intensified pleasure, as she floated on a ravishing cloud of bliss, and her heart pounded with frantic excitement as Vince gushed the last of his scalding male cum up into her insanely clasping pussy.

Then, finally, it was over. A long heavy silence filled the room, as Vince withdrew his softening rod of flesh and collapsed next to Lois on the huge bed. The Moroccan drums had long since ceased, and the sudden quiet was a bizarre contrast to the heated torrent of groans and cries that had filled the spacious room only moments before. The adulterously ravished, yet thrilled young wife lay in total wonder of the miraculous experience she had just undergone. What began as the most frightening event of her life had turned into a staggeringly wonderful experience. Her body was limp and throbbed somewhat painfully from the newness of Vince's brutal fucking, yet he had opened her up as no one had before! Not even her husband!

Then, suddenly remembering where she was, Lois turned to the two-way mirror to see if Ted and Nora were still in the music room. To her surprise, what had been a window to the adjoining room just a few moments before was now an ordinary mirror. Seeing her surprised look, Vince followed her gaze to the opposite wall.

"Oh," he said casually, "Nora must have reversed the mirror!"

"What do you mean?" Lois asked, afraid to grasp the full meaning of his words.

"Didn't I tell you?" he grinned lewdly. "The mirror works both ways."

Lois's mind exploded in horror at this new revelation. HER HUSBAND AND HER NEIGHBOR'S WIFE HAD BEEN WATCHING THEM! THEY HAD SEEN THE WHOLE THING!


CHAPTER NINE

Lois gathered her clothes up quickly and dressed, fingers trembling nervously as she slipped into her tight white sheath. Despite the ecstatic fucking she had experienced only moments before, she shock of realizing that her own husband had been witness to her shameless behavior brought her mind crashing back to reality. Vince Collier, still breathing heavily from the feverish fucking, watched her from the bed, his lips curled in amusement as he puffed on a cigarette. The debauched young wife avoided looking at him. All she wanted now was to go home and sort things out in her mind, although she hadn't the faintest idea what she and Ted would say to each other. And Nora! How could she face Nora ever again?

At that moment she heard the bedroom door being unlocked, and Nora Collier, dressed again in her navy silk pants suit, strolled in casually.

"Hi, you two," she chirped merrily. "Did you have a good time?"

Lois blushed a deep red. How could she say such a thing! What kind of twisted minds did these people have?

"Where's... where's Ted?" the young wife asked in a low voice.

"He's waiting downstairs. He asked me to tell you to meet him there," Nora replied, smiling with utter sincerity.

Brushing her tangled hair back into some semblance of order, Lois moved hastily toward the door, wanting to avoid Nora as much as possible. But as she passed, the statuesque redhead took her gently by the arm.

"Lois," she said, "don't be too upset by what happened."

"Nora, I..."

"Let me finish, please, honey. I know all this may seem strange to you, even bizarre... but when you think it over, I think you'll realize that what we have here is very real. You and Ted belong with our kind of people. I'm sure of it. I knew it the minute I saw you both."

"Nora... I... I don't know..."

"You're confused now, honey, I know. It's been a lot for you to take in one evening. But think it over. This could be the beginning of big things for you and Ted. A life that's exciting and fun, not drab and routine, not just the same old thing day after day. And look at Ted's eyes... he's becoming stronger and stronger... there's no telling how far he can go not just with this, but in business too. He's getting a real sense of power! And he can use that power to go right to the top in whatever field he wants, and believe me, honey, you'll go right up there with him. You can have anything you want. Think it over."

Nora gazed steadily into Lois' eyes for a moment. Despite her confusion, the young wife knew there was some truth to what the shameless woman was saying. And after all, she had liked the way Vince impaled her and took her to undreamed-of heights of ecstasy.

"Go on down to your husband," Nora said, "and think it over."

* * *

Back in their bedroom, Lois sat at her vanity table, dressed in a light blue nightgown, brushing her hair while her husband showered in the adjoining bathroom. They hadn't spoken a word to each other, but left the Collier house immediately, neither knowing what to say. The young wife knew that no matter where they went from here, her life with Ted was radically different now. They could no longer bask in the bliss of innocence - naive young marrieds still lost in a dream world of romance and illusion. No, that was in the past. Nora and Vince Collier had shattered that dream forever. But what now?

As she sat, quietly musing, Ted came out of the shower, his tight, wiry body naked save for the thick terrycloth towel wrapped around his loins. He, too, was confused as to the future. His torrid evening with Nora in the music room had served to cement his interest in the Hide and Seek Club, and when he saw his wife reveling lewdly with Vince, he had hoped that she would see the possibilities too. This was the crucial turning point.

He sat on the edge of the bed and glanced at Lois, who sat near him, her back turned, at the vanity table. The filmy negligee she wore was a refreshing change from the flannel bathrobe she usually dressed in before bed. He could see, through the gauzy folds, tantalizing glimpses of her cream-white young body as she sat utterly still. Seeing her fucking his neighbor so wantonly had driven him wild with desire and heightened his erotic longing for her. Yet he was unsure of her reaction. He knew instinctively that if she wouldn't go along with it they might have to separate, divorce, but that was the last thing he wanted. He loved her desperately, more than ever before, but he could not go back to their old life of joyless fucking and hidden tension. The jungle beast had been roused within him now, and he could never let go of what he had discovered.

"Lois," he said quietly, "I'm sorry if all this has upset you. Maybe if I'd warned you beforehand it might not have been so shocking for you. But I was afraid you'd never give it a try. I guess I hoped you'd like it as much as I did once you knew what was going on. I didn't mean to hurt you. Believe me, darling, I love you..."

"I know you must hate me," her young husband continued, "but I want this... I want it badly. It's changed me in just two days, I can feel it. Christ, I feel like I could conquer the world if I wanted to. And with you beside me, darling, we could make it... I know we could."

Lois realized that Ted was echoing what Nora had told her earlier. She herself had seen the change in him when she went downstairs to meet him after her lurid episode with Vince. His eyes were shining with strength, his face seemed more sharply defined, had more character... everything about him seemed charged with... with power... yes, that was the word, he was more powerful now, as if he had, in these last few days, left the traces of his boyish adolescence far behind him and had assumed the mantle of manhood. She had to admit she liked what she saw. Dimly, she realized that her husband was still talking.

"If you want a divorce, I'll... I'll let you go. You have every right, of course..."

"No, Ted..." she said. "I don't want a divorce."

"Then... then you'll..." He stopped speaking as she turned to face him. Something had changed in her, too. In just the last few moments something had definitely changed. Her face seemed different, there was an air of womanliness, of allure that he hadn't seen before. And her eyes... she looked at him in a way that made his jaw almost drop open. It was a look he had seen in only one other woman... Nora Collier. Instinctively, his penis lurched against the folds of the thick towel, and his tanned and slender body grew warm with desire.

"I'll go along with you, Ted," she replied in a voice that was stronger, more direct than it had ever been before, "because I liked it too. Something happened to me in there with Vince... something wonderful... maybe all this is wrong... maybe we'll be punished for our sinful behavior... but I don't want to lose you, and I want to know more about this world... this new world... and I want to learn about it with you, my darling... with you..."

"Oh, Jesus, Lois," Ted cried out happily. "I don't know what to say..."

"Don't say anything, sweetheart," she replied mischievously, "just... just fuck me!" Ted's eyes widened as she spoke the lewd word she had never permitted herself to say before. "Just fuck me with your cock... with your wonderful cock..." She rose from the vanity table and, gazing at him with smoldering eyes, untied the ribbon that held it closed. She stood erect and let the sheer garment fall to the floor and stood before him in pristine nakedness, a gleaming translucent Venus, her firmly thrust, pear-shaped breasts jutting out shamelessly, the red little tips already quivering with rising passion.

Ted stood up also, his unbelieving eyes transfixed by the shimmering nakedness of his newly-awakened young wife. He let the towel fall from his loins, so that he too was naked, every muscle on his trim, athletic body faintly throbbing with eager desire. They stared at each other with wanton lust, two healthy erotic animals on the verge of perverse discovery. A sly, leering smile crossed Lois' creamily moist lips.

"Maybe I should get a costume, darling... what would you like me to be... a temple goddess? Aphrodite? Or would you like me to be your whore... your hot little whore..." She brought her slim young hands down to her faintly pulsing pubic mound and, jutting her nakedly rounded hips forward, she gently pulled the moistly fluted lips of her pink vaginal slit apart so that her young husband could see it clearly.

Immediately Ted's hotly throbbing cock jerked rigidly erect, standing out from the wiry tangle of his pubic hair like a proud spear, while his testicles hung lewdly below, swelling with eager desire.

"You don't need a costume tonight, baby," he growled, "but you can be my whore... and I'll be your pimp... your young stud of a pimp..."

"Oh yes..." Lois murmured, her heart beating fast in her heaving chest, "yeeesssss..." They moved slowly toward each other, breathing with desire, passion building in their naked bodies with savage insistency. Then the wanton pair instinctively reached out and clasped their hands, slowly drawing each other's nakedly throbbing young bodies together in a torrid embrace, kissing hungrily, showering each other with newfound passion. Ted slid his hands hotly down to the softly curving roundness of Lois' milk-white hips, then upwards over the trembling plane of her stomach until they came to rest on the tantalizingly high-set mounds of her taut young breasts. He massaged them greedily, marveling in the silk-smooth texture of their pliant flesh, no longer cold with resistance but quiveringly warm and alive. He squeezed the rising red buds of her nipples with his thumbs and forefingers and watched them stand out proudly erect.

In response, Lois' hands flew down to the rigidly hard girth of her young husband's desire-thickened cock and deftly pulled back the soft velvet-like covering of the foreskin, exposing the purplish, blood-filled head that pulsed in eager anticipation. Then, in a sudden, unexpected move, she dropped to her knees before him and took the head of his quivering penis into her mouth, closing her wetly glistening lips firmly around it.

"Unnnnnnnghhh!" Ted moaned with pleasure as she took his lust-hardened cock all the way up into the soft, wet interior of her mouth. Gently, tantalizingly, she moved her head up and down, swirling her tongue around his throbbingly swollen member in hot little circles while her eager fingers found his huge swaying balls and kneaded them softly, like a child stroking a kitten. She closed her eyes and savored the delicious sensation of having his thick, blood-engorged rod in her mouth as it slid backward into the arch of her soft young throat.

Ted gripped the softly curling tresses of her sandy-colored hair in growing excitement, scarcely believing that his beautiful young wife was rapidly becoming everything he had ever hoped she could be. His mind was filled with lewdly erotic thoughts as his animal passion rose again to the surface of his brain. Lois began to increase the tempo of her hungry sucking, fondling his thickly hardened cock enticingly at the base, bringing her delighted husband rapidly to the point of seething excitement. Softly he began to plunge his excited penis in and out of her ovally yielding lips while she gripped his tautly fleshed buttocks with her hands, kneading them, and he thrust his pelvis back and forth in rapidly growing frenzy.

"Oh Christ, baby," he moaned suddenly, "let me fuck you... oh let me fuck you good..." Happily, Lois withdrew her mouth from around his eagerly lurching penis and stood up. They were at the edge of their wide double bed, and with a low guttural growl, Ted seized her soft white shoulders with his hands, and the two of them fell back on the bed in a sudden tide of aching sexuality. He quickly arched his body up over her, forcing her shapely legs apart with his knees. Holding his throbbing rod tightly in his hand, he placed it at the wetly quivering entrance to her vaginal slit. With a lustful cry, then, he lunged forward and sank the thickly heated shaft deep into her moistly contracting cunt. In a wild, frantic rush, Lois twined her voluptuously tapered legs high up around his back, then reached around with her hand and began once again to knead the sinewy half-moons of his buttocks, pulling and stretching them lewdly apart as he moved his fiery loins up and down, and around in a torrid screwing motion.

The lust-drenched young bride was overwhelmed with hot excitement as her naked husband's thickly swollen penis traveled the full length of her wetly quivering pussy, then pulled back and, with another vicious lunge, rammed cruelly against the tender cushiony wall of her cervix. Insane flashes of pleasure and pain rippled through her nakedly throbbing body, and she cried out shamelessly in her pleasure, lewdly enjoying the torrid debauch.

Looking up, she could see his head thrown back, his handsome face contorted with the intensity of his pleasure, and the sight of his wanton lust aroused her even more. Accommodating her softly quivering body to his, she began moving against his writhing body like a shameless whore, twisting her pelvis obscenely and grinding cruelly down against the hairy base of his thickly battering cock.

It was violently intense, painful even, but the lusty young wife loved every minute of it, mewling in forbidden pleasure, her body vibrantly alive from head to foot, tingling with searing flashes of ecstasy. She knew then that she had made the right decision. She and Ted were on their way up, up to new realms of perversion and delight, on the way up to success and power! She would never be prim and moral again, never! She would be his whore! His slut! His courtesan! Whatever he wanted! And he was her master! Her cruel, potent, dynamic master!

"YEEEESSSSSS!" she groaned wickedly.

Savagely, she reached up with her hands and grasped his head, pulling his mouth down onto hers. Her tongue darted snake-like over his full, soft lips and against the hard white wall of his teeth, which parted eagerly as his own tongue shot forward to meet hers. Hungrily, wetly their tongues mingled in raging passion, as though they could never get enough of each other. Her demonically aroused husband pulled her tongue deeply into his mouth, sucking hard until she felt it would be ripped cruelly from its moorings in the depths of her mouth.

Slipping his arms beneath her nakedly writhing body, Ted gripped his wife's supple flesh tightly, and their two shamelessly fucking forms began rolling deliriously all over the bed, while his hotly swollen rod of male flesh continued to batter mercilessly into her feverishly clutching vaginal depths. Lois spread herself wide in utter subjugation to receive his searingly intense phallic blows, clinging hungrily to him with all her might so that their tightly locked bodies seemed cemented together as they heaved and thrashed in utter abandon on the lewdly groaning bed.

"OH BABEEEEE!" the debauched young husband cried, "YOU FEEL SO GOOD. SOOOOOOO GOOOOOOOODDDD!" Her forced her trembling thighs upwards and apart as far as they would go, so that she was nearly upended, and he sank his hotly pounding cock into her receptive young pussy as far as humanly possible. Lois, reveling torridly in her lewdly splayed position, used all her strength to lift her straining buttocks even higher. It thrilled her to the core of her being to be taken so obscenely this way by her husband... her stud... her pimp!

"OH DARLING HARDER! HARDER! HURT ME! HURRRTTTT MEEEEEE!" she groaned with wild abandon.

Ted hammered into her wetly grasping pussy, conquering her like the brutal chieftain of some primitive jungle tribe. Their fevered bodies rocked lustily to and fro, craving each other like drunken beasts.

Deep inside the naked young husband's heavy testicles, he felt his boiling seed gather achingly, painfully within his churning loins, like a volcano about to erupt. Lois, also, sensed uncontrollable spasms in her shudderingly hot pussy-flesh, spasms that made her thrashing legs tremble and her entire body quake in gasping ecstasy.

And suddenly their bodies soared out of their conscious control entirely as the first jet of white-hot cum shot out of Ted's madly jerking cock and traveled deep into Lois's raging belly, while the two of them shook in naked orgasm. It was all Lois could do to cling to her hotly ejaculating young husband. Her body was lost in its own seething cauldron of delight, more intense even than what she had experienced with Vince Collier. It was unbelievable, incredible, but madly exciting waves of erotic energy shot through their rocking, quivering bodies as if they had been touched with electric wires.

Their voices mingled in shrieks of pleasure as their mutual orgasm went on and on, seemingly endless. Finally, their bodies trembling with the intensity of their blissfully shameless fucking, Ted emptied the last bubbling gush of his boiling semen into her steamy vaginal softness... and it was over.

They lay on the bed, inextricably entwined in each other's arms, breathing heavily, their bodies still throbbing wetly from their incredible release, until finally, completely exhausted from the most overwhelming day in their young lives, they fell sound asleep.


CHAPTER TEN

The next few weeks were one long session of frantic copulation for Ted and Lois. At home, when Ted got back from work, they rarely wore any clothes, preferring to be totally naked so that they could act out their sexual impulses whenever they liked. Finally liberated from all their restraints, they discovered there was no end to the pleasure they could give one another. Soon, however, they began to follow their neighbors' pattern, and created certain provocative modes of dress to enhance their lovemaking.

Lois picked up several alluringly scanty costumes from a theatrical supply shop in the center of town, and Ted visited several Army-Navy stores, bringing home the tightest jeans, shirts, and other garments he could find; sometimes they would play sailor and whore, or motorcyclist and street-corner pickup, sometimes Ted played a hustler to Lois's rich, bored society wife. Their fantasies, it seemed, were endless, as rich and full as their imaginations could conceive.

They also continued seeing the Colliers, indulging in every imaginable copulatory position known to man, and a few, they were sure, that were purely the products of their fertile brains. One night, in fact, Ted and Vince strapped the two women together back to back and fucked them senseless as Tartar barbarians.

The bound bodies of the two beauties writhed sensuously together, rubbing their fleshy white buttocks nakedly together as their mates drove their lust-inflamed cocks into them from a standing position.

Finally, after a long exciting summer, the Colliers announced that the Hide and Seek Club was going to have its first big party of the autumn, now that summer vacations were over and everyone was available and eager to fly. It was scheduled for the night of the first full moon in a huge mansion owned by one of the most active of the Club's devotees. Both the Fultons eagerly anticipated the night, and when it finally came, their hearts were elated and full of heightened expectancy.

The perverse foursome met in Ted and Lois's living room. The party was to be a masquerade, of course, in keeping with the special interests of the Hide and Seekers. Lois and Ted were more than ready for the occasion. The tall, curly-haired young man was outfitted as a Roman Centurion with a plumed helmet, a leather breastplate that molded to his trim, muscular chest, and a chainmail pouch that bulged tightly with his enclosed cock and balls. Lois was his slave, dressed quite scantily in the briefest G-string she could fashion in soft gold lame, with a gold lame top that barely covered her rounded young breasts. Except for the thong sandals she wore, a contribution of Nora's, her milk-white body was practically naked, and she looked ravishingly beautiful with her hair tied up in a gold ribbon, like a Roman soldier's dutiful slave. She wore a copper band high around her left arm, a symbol of her slavery and subjugation to her husband. To keep warm on the way, she had found wide circular capes at the costume shop for her and Ted. They were so excited when they first appeared in their costumes together, in the bedroom, that they very nearly began to fuck right there on the spot.

"I think we'd better save it for the party," Ted had said finally, his chainmail pouch throbbing intently from the sight of his sleekly beautiful wife.

Now they stood in their living room, sipping martinis and waiting for their neighbors. When the Colliers arrived it was immediately apparent that they, too, had outdone themselves.

Vince was Satan himself, his powerful body clad only in a tight scarlet bikini, the crotch of which barely covered his huge genitals, high red leather boots that came up to his knees, and a symbol of evil, an inverted cross, hanging from a silver chain around his neck. He wore a tight-fitting headpiece, from which protruded two sharp-pointed horns of red leather, and a scarlet cape that swirled around his muscular body in soft folds. The effect was overwhelming. Lewd sensuality seemed to permeate his entire frame, and his dark eyes glittered with a perversity that startled even Ted and Lois, although they were used to the strangest things from their neighbor by now.

Nora was the Spider Woman, Satan's consort in a black satin gown that was cut down to her navel so that the cleft of her melon-like breasts revealed nearly all of those fleshy globes. The dress was slit up the sides also, giving easy access to the swollen mound of her cunt, and was studded with black jewels that glittered when she walked. Her feet were clad in fish-net stockings and spike heeled black shoes. But the strangest part of her costume was the headdress, a tight-fitting black leather garment that fit securely around her head, covering her ears, so that the cat-like oval of her face was perfectly framed. From the exact center of her forehead, long spidery tentacles flared back over the top of her head. This, combined with her heavy, nearly Oriental makeup, created a stunning picture of pure decadence. Around her smooth white neck she wore a tight necklace made of silver chain links, the symbol of her own mastery by the Devil.

"Well," she said as she entered the room, "don't we all look remarkable. I must say, the four of us have vivid imaginations. I think this party is going to be absolutely lovely."

"I'll drink to that," Ted said, cheerfully offering them each a martini.

"Ah, delightful," Vince replied. "And let's smoke to it also."

From a hidden pocket inside the folds of his cape, he produced several joints of marijuana. There was a delighted murmur from the others, and for the next half hour they sat in the living room smoking the potent drug, sipping martinis, and chattering about the forthcoming party. Finally, their brains reeling with intoxicants, they went out into the crisp September air, climbed into Vince's sleek Chrysler Imperial, and rode off into the bright, moonlit night.

They drove through the orderly suburban streets of Westport until they passed the vast developments and drove into the more thickly forested regions of lower Connecticut. Finally, the car turned off the road, slinked past a high arched iron gate and up a long private drive lined on either side by overhanging shade trees. After about a half a mile, a large old Victorian mansion loomed ahead with many lights blazing through the high windows. As they drove closer, they could see shadows passing by the windows, indicating that the three floors were full of revelers, and the quartet grew more and more excited as their car pulled into the circular driveway. Vince parked the luxurious car neatly, and the two couples stepped out and walked quickly to the front door.

Vince rang the bell, and after a few moments the door was opened by a tall, bosomy blonde, wearing nothing but a high, white-powdered wig, with a wooden galleon nestled on the top of her high piled hair. Her voluptuous body was stark naked, and she appeared totally relaxed, her beautiful Nordic face wreathed with a dazzling smile.

"Enter, Hide and Seekers, the party's in full swing."

Both Ted and Lois exchanged a brief glance of astonishment and smiled lewdly in anticipation of what waited for them inside. They followed the Colliers into the huge marble hallway, and they could see at once that the entire house was packed from top to bottom with bodies, both naked and costumed, and the party was certainly in full swing.

To their left, a girl who couldn't have been more than fifteen was being savagely tongue fucked by a fat, middle-aged man who wore an Indian headdress. The girl was totally naked and writhing luridly against the cool black and white tiled floor. To their right, on top of a long, narrow antique mahogany table, two brunettes, one quite small and dressed in a Japanese kimono, the other, medium height, naked except for two roses in her hair, kissed each other torridly, lost in the bliss of sapphic love.

A handsome young man dressed completely in black leather motorcycle clothes came toward them, grinning happily.

"Wanna give me your capes?" he inquired with a wicked wink.

"Sure," Vince replied. And immediately the two couples removed their outer garments and handed them to the young man. Lois was startled to realize that there was a wide opening in the crotch of the young man's tight leather pants, so that his large, semi-erect cock and balls were hanging completely free, apparently ready for action at any time. Although she was initially somewhat shocked when she entered and first gazed on the overwhelming display of crude sexuality, her distaste was soon replaced by a growing sense of thrilling, forbidden excitement. This, she knew, was going to be a night to remember.

"Now remember," Vince said, "if we get separated and you want to meet again, go to the library, that's the room across from the living room, because usually the best action is in there, and sooner or later we'll end up there. Meanwhile, folks, it's every man for himself."

The four of them moved forward into the living room. The place was filled with bodies. Everywhere Ted and Lois turned, there were people fucking, sucking, dancing, drinking, eating. Blaring rock music came from a long-haired quartet of naked musicians who were playing frantically. Two of the guitarists were having their cocks sucked while they played by two eagerly slavering young girls.

"Ted," Lois whispered, "stay with me... please..."

"I'll try, honey, but it's not going to be easy in this crowd. Just remember what Vince said, if we get lost, meet in the library."

Vince led them toward a huge table spread as if for a Roman feast. Piles of meat, vegetables, and salads filled the groaning board from end to end. In the center was the bar, with literally hundreds of filled and half-empty bottles of every conceivable kind of alcoholic beverage. A huge statue of a naked man, a reproduction of Michelangelo's David, stood in the exact middle, and from his semi-erected penis flowed an endless fountain of champagne.

"Have your fill, boys and girls," a fat, jolly-looking man in his late fifties shouted merrily as the two couples approached the table.

"That's our host," Nora whispered back to the Fultons.

The man was wearing a chefs hat, but except for a cluster of grapes tied to his dangling penis, he was totally naked, his paunchy body glistening with light perspiration. He was filling platters high with food and passing them at random to whoever came by.

"This is Ted and Lois Fulton," Vince said as they approached the man. "Friends, meet Santa Claus, better known as Eric Schmitter."

"Glad to meet you, children," the heavy fat man cried. "Always nice to have a new young couple in our midst. Be sure and enjoy yourselves! It's later than you think!"

He chortled happily at his own joke, his folds of flesh jiggling lewdly, as he handed them each a plate piled high with roast beef, salad, potatoes and cheese. A huge woman, who must have been at least six-foot-four, came up behind him just then. She, like Nora, had bright red hair, but tinged orange, that puffed up around her head like an enormous cloud. She was exquisitely beautiful and her statuesque body was clad in a German barmaid's dress that looked like it had been salvaged from an old operetta, except that there were holes in the bodice so that the entire fullness of her enormous cream-colored, rosy-tipped breasts pushed through, and the costume ended at her hips, save for a brief apron that modestly covered her pubic mound.

"By the way," the fat man said, "this is my wife, Hilda."

"How do you do?" Lois said, smiling warmly at the Germanic goddess.

"Ya... ya... very well," she replied. Immediately Erich Schmitter began to suck on her left breast with animal intensity, forgetting his guests for the moment, and clasping his pudgy little hands around his wife's back.

"We'd better move on," Vince said. "Let's head for that couch... it's just gotten free."

They took possession of the wide, soft leather couch, feeling lucky to have gotten a place to sit so quickly, and nibbled at their food while gazing around at the exciting debauchery that surrounded them on all sides.

The room was quite wide and high ceilinged, brightly lit, and decorated in a variety of style: Victorian, Lous XIV, and Danish Modem. But the furnishing were hardly visible for the myriad of merry-makers everywhere. Directly in front of them on the floor, two extremely handsome, muscular young men were screwing a petite, short-haired blonde girl. They had her sandwiched neatly between them so that one of the men, an All-American looking blond, had shoved his thick penis into her tight anus from underneath, and the other, an Italian lad, had his huge rod sunk hilt-deep into her twitching pussy on top; the three of them were going at it with total abandon, groaning and crying out lewdly as they fucked.

The Fultons and Colliers eyed each other lasciviously as they watched the perverted threesome, their own sexuality beginning to rise quickly to the occasion.

"Here, neighbors," Vince said, producing a bottle of red wine, "I managed to grab this from the table. Let's get loaded and have some fun." Each of them took a deep swig in turn, and although Lois was beginning to feel a little apprehensive at the overwhelming amount of sexuality, noise and music, she took the bottle and bravely swallowed some of the wine. Ted smiled at her reassuringly and kissed her, sensing her nervousness.

"It's okay, honey, everything's going to be fine. Just relax."

"I will," she said, smiling back bravely. "It's all so... new and... so incredible."

The next moment a young girl dressed in a fluffy pink ballerina's costume came by and handed them three huge cigarettes of marijuana.

"Here, folks, get high, and stop eating the food. There's better appetizers available."

And in a sudden move, she lifted her frilled ballet skirt, and thrust her nakedly exposed pubic mound lewdly at the seated foursome. Then she laughed heartily and moved on. The joints were lighted and passed among them, and it was soon apparent that this marijuana was even stronger than Vince's, for it was only moments later that they became dazed with its incredible effects and things began to blend into a lurid sea of sensuality and bestiality, surrounding them, enveloping them.

Lois could barely see ahead of her, for her brain was fogged past the point of any reasonable clarity. The rock music blared as if it was coming from her own head, the shrieks of pleasure and orgasm grew in intensity, smoke filled the air and colors blended like some sort of nightmarish, obscene carnival sideshow. She took a final deep drag and turned to Ted, to hand him what was left, but realized with a start that he was no longer there. Nora and Vince had gone also, and though she tried to locate them, she was nearly paralyzed from the wine and drug, as if underwater. Everything went slow motion. She lay dizzily back on the couch, utterly bewildered and confused, her head swimming, her body throbbing with instinctive response to the sensuality that surrounded her on all sides. Unconsciously, as she lay back against the soft, cool leather of the couch, her hands flew to her cuntal mound, already twitching excitedly from the effects of the marijuana.

"Ted," she whispered in semi-consciousness, "Ted..."

"Will I do, babe?" a rough, male voice inquired.

Through her blurred eyes, Lois could barely make out the hulking figure of a tall, dark man in his late twenties, completely bald, with a black patch over one eye, and a wide, brass-buckled belt strapped around the hips of his otherwise naked body. He looked like a perverse pirate to the numbed young wife, and indeed she was correct. He stood in front of her rapidly jerking his lengthy, lust-inflated cock up and down, heatedly aroused by the sight of the fair young "slave" before him.

"Hey, Tex," he called to someone across the room, "stop looking for our wives. I've found a lonely little girl over here!"

At once Lois realized she was going to be raped by the man and his friend, and although she had come prepared for anything, the sudden disappearance of her husband had unnerved her, and the man before her looked so menacing, his bald head shining in the bright-colored lights that swirled through the room, that she grew frightened.

"No... please..." she murmured in a voice that sounded far away and tiny, "my husband..."

"Anything goes here, babe," the man snarled. "Your husband's gettin' his own piece of ass somewhere, and now I'm gonna get mine."

Then another man appeared, his friend, dressed in a cowboy hat, studded suede vest, and brown leather cowboy chaps, that left his enormous cock and balls completely free.

"Well, well, well," the cowboy remarked, "quite a find!"

"Let's go, brother!"

Immediately the pirate climbed onto the couch, forcing Lois to lie back full length, and straddling her with his legs.

"Suck my cock, babe, and suck it good!" he snarled, waving his hardened shaft lewdly in front of her panic-stricken face. Without another word, he grabbed her blonde hair and forced his thickly bloated cock all the way up into her throat. Lois struggled valiantly, but soon realized there was nothing she could do but submit to his command, and so she began to suck desperately on his insistently probing instrument, slavering hotly with her lips pressed tight around the fleshy rod that filled the whole of her mouth to the back of her throat.

"Yahoo!" the cowboy cried from somewhere behind the bald-headed stranger who was assaulting her orally. The drug-soddened young wife felt him quickly remove her gold lame G-string, and brassiere, and then lift her legs high in the air so that her nakedly gleaming buttocks were completely revealed to his lustful view. Then he knelt so that his face was directly in front of her helplessly squirming anal crack.

"Man, oh, man, this little baby's got a tight one!" He flicked out his tongue and licked the full length of her anal crack, up and down, savoring the pungent aroma of that forbidden nether region.

Lois winced in terror and her body jerked back violently as she realized with shock that he was exploring the tenderly exposed area in between her widespread buttocks. She had permitted only her husband to fuck her back there, and even that was just recently, but now she was going to be taken there by a total stranger, while sucking the cock of another completely unknown human being! It was more than her drugged brain could comprehend, and she desperately tried to wriggle away from this man. But her frantic thrashing only drove the cowboy on. Gripping her nakedly jiggling buttocks, he whirled his tongue around and around her tight anal ring, until hot shivers of irritable pleasure began to surge up through Lois's helplessly pinned body. She felt overwhelmed with shame that her own body should betray her so cruelly. Relentlessly, but without haste, the lust-charged "cowboy" rotated his tongue until the clenched nether ring was well moistened, and Lois was wriggling uncontrollably beneath his lewd ministration. Then he pulled away, and, gripping his rigidly throbbing penis in his hand, he positioned it at the head of her involuntarily contracting anal entrance. Then, with a merciless lunge, he shoved his hips forward, forcing the head of his massively erected cock forward and halfway up into the nearly virginal tightness of her rectum.

"MMMMMNNNNNGGGGGHHHHHH!" Lois screamed out around the huge, blood-engorged cock that filled her mouth. Sharp searing pain shot through her, making her whole body tremble violently. She felt as though her buttocks were being tom apart. But the cowboy was deaf to her cries; he shoved forward with all his strength, burrowing his thickly pulsing member inch by agonizing inch all the way up into her burning rectum. Then, slowly he began to plunge in and out with cruel sodomizing thrusts, each stroke sending rippling bursts of pain shooting through Lois's helplessly upended body.

Feeling her totally under their domination, the two men increased their savage fucking, crying out in lewd exaltation. The pirate drove his lust-inflamed shaft in and out of her wetly slavering mouth and deep into her throat, while gripping her silky hair cruelly and the cowboy fucked into her thumb-spread white buttocks as if he were riding a wildly bucking bronco. Each ridge and fold of the young wife's bruised and aching rectum, sensitized by the drugs, was alive with searing sensations of both pleasure and pain, as the thickly raging head of the cowboy's torturously large penis rammed mercilessly in and out.

"Hey, can I join the party?" another male voice inquired.

Out of the corner of her eye, Lois could see that the new intruder was a mere boy! He couldn't have been more than fourteen, yet his boyish cock seemed even larger than the others! He was totally naked, except for a laurel wreath that framed his youthful, light brown locks. He was a beautiful young boy, yet there was a decadent glint in his eye, too!

"I was with my parents," the youth said in an innocent voice that belied his obvious depravity, "but they've gone off somewhere and I got lonesome."

Without removing his cock from Lois's battered young rectum, the anonymous cowboy shifted his fucking position, lying back on the couch and sliding his loins under the ravished bride's buttocks, so that her anus was impaled on his rigidly upright shaft. He pulled her legs down from their cramped position up against the pirate's back to make room for the new arrival. Then he pushed his muscular forearms between her thighs and spread them wide apart relishing the pressure of her buttocks as they squeezed together around his lewdly embedded penis.

"Climb aboard, Kid!" the cowboy replied amiably, "there's plenty of room for all of us on this pretty little filly!"

The slender, nearly hairless youth, his cock quiveringly erect and aching with excitement, climbed on top of the shocked young bride. After tentatively fingering her exposed and already moistened cuntal slit, he shoved his youthful penis all the way up into Lois's defenseless pussy flesh.

"This is great!" he exclaimed, bouncing erratically up and down, his adolescent body alive with the newness of erotic excitement.

"Right on, kid!" the pirate cried, and at once the three depraved males began to fuck Lois with a fury that was numbing. Her ravaged body became a torrent of agonizing pain and incredible pleasure. Cocks filled her everywhere, her mouth, her anus, her pussy. She lost consciousness of her identity, and was submerged in a flood of raging sexuality. Moans and cries of bestial pleasure filled the air as the three lust-maddened satyrs drove into all her defenseless openings at once. Soon Lois was no longer aware of the pain, for she was finally adjusted to her obscene and submissive position. Thrillingly lewd sensations began to surge through her brutalized, young body, and within a few moments she actually began to enjoy herself with debauched relish, reveling in the delicious pleasure of two huge cocks impaling her mercilessly in both her rectum and cunt. She could feel those two massively pulsing instruments of torture plunging harshly up into her, separated by Only a thin fragile membrane of flesh! A cowboy and a pubescent, perverted young boy, fucking her frantically while a cruel pirate was thrusting his hotly bloated cock deeply into her now eagerly sucking mouth! It was extraordinarily thrilling, as if she had become one with the three feverishly laboring males; she was their writhing, wriggling slave, completely lost in a sea of depravity, no longer human, no longer Lois!

She had become one with sex itself! Pure unbridled sex! And she wanted more! More! She could take fifty, a hundred men, an army! There wasn't enough cock in the world to satisfy her now!

"MMMMMMNNNNNNNN!" she mewled, her sweat-drenched body quivering with barbaric excitement. "GGGGGGRRRRRNNNNN!"

"Oh Christ," the cowboy cried, underneath her. "I'm cumming! AHHHHHHH!"

His muscular body bucked wildly as he ejaculated into the quiveringly hot anus of the young wife, releasing gush after gush of scalding cum into her passionately throbbing rectal depths. At the same time, the pirate, spurred on by his friend's sudden release, arched his body over her and locked Lois's head in a vise-like grip. His roughly jerking cock rammed deeply into her gagging throat and squirted forth a burning jet of sticky semen. Lois nearly choked as the enormous load of thick male cum streamed out of the wildly shrieking pirate's penis and filled her aching throat. She gulped as quickly as she could, her cheeks expanding and hollowing as she rapidly swallowed the warm thick liquid. And then it was over, and the pirate quickly withdrew, as did the cowboy, leaving her alone with the naked young boy, who was still furiously driving his man-sized cock into her steaming cuntal depths.

Lois, while racked from head to foot with ecstatic pleasure, still hadn't cum, and she yearned for that total release, screamed for it. She lifted her head to see the curly-haired boy also straining for his orgasm, his eyes closed tightly in youthful rapture, his hairless young body squirming obscenely on top of her own quiveringly damp flesh.

"Oh cum, little boy," she groaned deliriously. "CUUUMMMMMM and make me cum tooooo!!!!! PLEASE!"

The curly-haired youth reached down and gripped her nakedly throbbing breasts with his young hands and began to bore his quiveringly alive penis more deeply into her insatiable pussy. The sight of the teenage youngster fucking her so insanely made the debauched young housewife's lips curl back in lurid excitement, and she gripped his slender shoulders tightly and moaned out her pleasure.

Suddenly the youth cried out, his body quivering electrically, and he began to ram with ever increasing fervor into Lois's heatedly raging pussy.

"Oooooohhhhhh," he shouted in his high young voice, "I'm cummmmmiiiinnnnggg... ah... ahhhh... ahhhhhhhhhhh...!"

He bucked his hips demonically now, and released his white-hot stream of cum into Lois's body, on and on, while he cried out in depraved adolescent pleasure. Then he too was finished, and with a yelp of delight he withdrew, slapped her on the thigh with a grin, and ran off into the maze of bodies.

Lois lay staggered and panting on the couch, yet she was still unfulfilled. She had still not reached a climax and her body seethed with unfinished ecstasy.

"Ted..." she murmured deliriously... "Ted..." As if in a bizarre dream, she rose unsteadily from the couch, still crazed with unsatisfied lust, desperate to be released, and staggered nakedly through the living room.

"Got to get to the library..." she mumbled, nearly mad with passion... "the library... Ted... Ted..." Blindly she lurched and staggered across the huge room, across the hall, passing dozens of fucking, sucking couples... screams of orgasm raged in her ears, rock music blared... cocks... penises... cunts... costumes... lights... nakedness... nakedness... everywhere... and her own body boiling hot with unquenched desire... maybe she would never be satisfied, she thought blindly... maybe there wasn't a cock big enough in the world to satisfy her now... she came to a door and threw it open... it was the library...

There on the floor in the middle of the room was Nora! Vince was fucking her in the anus, while a young blonde girl was lapping at her pussy, straddled obscenely across her abdomen... and Nora was jerking off two men at once, the motorcyclist who had taken their capes and their host Eric Schmitter. And Ted... Ted was kneeling over her his knee's straddling the voluptuous redhead's breasts and his huge, swollen cock stuffed thickly in her mouth...

"TED!" she screamed and ran over to him, nearly insane to cum...

She placed her legs on either side of Nora's head and frantically jutted her hips forward, her eyes wild with desire.

"Eat my pussy, Ted! Oh, my darling, make me cummmmmm! PLEASE!"

Ted, nearly unconscious himself from the intensity of his own fucking, immediately burrowed his mouth hungrily into his wife's drenched and steaming pussy, slavering hotly, demonically at the ravaged cuntal flesh like a sex-crazed madman, while Lois gripped his head fiercely and writhed her head wildly from side to side, her sandy-colored tresses flinging in every direction.

"Oh yeeeeeesssssss!" she screamed, her loins churning like molten lava, "Oh Ted, I love you. I LOVE YOU! OH MY GOD MAKE ME CUMMMMMMMM! EAT MY PUSSY AND MAKE ME CUMMMMMMMMM!" Ted thrust his whirling tongue savagely into her desperately clutching cunt, while driving his lust-maddened cock deeply into Nora's tightly ovalled mouth.

The sex-driven young wife's eagerly writhing body trembled from head to foot with tempestuous thrills, her smooth young skin, glistening with a hot dew of perspiration, grew unbearably sensitive, responding uncontrollably to her debauched husband's lewdly darting tongue. Bestial moans of unbearable pleasure escaped her moistly quivering lips, her eyes rolled wildly in her head like a raving madwoman in the grips of an irresistible hallucination. The wetly quivering lips of her semen-drenched vaginal split flared open like a hungry flower, spreading as wide apart as humanly possible to allow the rigid thickness of Ted's obscenely burrowing tongue to plunge deeply up into the throbbing wet sheath of her pussy, trying with wild desperation to clutch at it, to draw it inside and satisfy the unquenchable fire of passion that surged relentlessly through her naked flesh. Mewling incoherently, she pressed her widening cuntal lips cruelly down against his greedily questing mouth, frantic to reach her long-delayed orgasm, desperate the way someone lost in a desert thirsts for water; her mind reeled in an all-pervasive fog of lust, and she was enveloped in a torrent of luridly mounting animal passion.

Suddenly, from behind her, she was conscious of two rough male hands once more spreading her madly quivering young buttocks apart crudely; in an instant she knew that yet another hotly stiffened penis was going to plunge upward into her already wet and ravaged anal chute, but she didn't care. In fact she craved it. wanted it, wanted to be filled to the hilt with thickly jerking cocks. What did it matter now if it was a total stranger whose face she could not see? What did it matter if she was being raped in total anonymity? All she cared about was cumming and any rigid penis would do, any torturously slicing fleshy instrument that would serve her insatiable carnal needs!

The stranger, a burly man in his middle thirties dressed only in a loose Roman cape and crown, a drunken would-be Nero, placed his throbbingly aroused cock at the stretched and moistened entrance of her nether ring, and with a savage growl, lunged his powerful hips forward, burying his thickly swollen penis all the way into the wantonly groaning young bride's already bruised rectum.

"AAAAAAIIIIIIIIEEEEEEE!" Lois howled in exquisite torture as flames of unbearable passion shot through her brutalized young body.

The stranger, already at the aching peak of his own passion, sawed cruelly up into her steaming rectal sheath, while Ted, near orgasm also from Nora Collier's luridly expert sucking, began to moan in mounting frenzy as he quickened his brutal thrusts into the squirming redhead's wetly slavering mouth and drove his lewdly probing tongue up further into the palpitating interior of his wantonly aroused wife's churning pussy. The stranger, too, was rapidly approaching his fevered moment of release; his enormously bloated balls tightened in burning anticipation as they swung obscenely beneath his furiously battering cock and slapped at the heated flesh of Lois's quivering thighs with resounding slaps.

The demonically writhing body of the naked young wife became suffused with hot flashes of lust. High-pitched wails of excitement and desire escaped her twitching lips, and her face was contorted with unbearable passion. She felt as though she were dropping into an abyss of molten lava as searing heat traveled in great rushing waves through every throbbing part of her. Her boiling cuntal interior, driving to a raging excess of desire by her husband's torrid tongue-fucking, now gushed a stream of hot female secretions. She was cumming at last! Cumming with the force of a thousand exploding bombs! Her entire nakedly burning body felt as if it was bursting into flame, torn asunder by the force of the galvanic passion that consumed her, flung into a seething, hellish nether world of immoral release; dimly she was aware that both her husband and the stranger were cumming too, for she could hear, as if from a great distance, the mighty groans of male pleasure, and she knew that her hotly surging rectum was being pumped full of scalding white semen, but it mattered little to her, for she was transported to another time and space now, the twisting, moaning victim of her unleashed sexuality. It was paradise, a place of blinding light and raging heat; a turbulent ocean of forbidden bliss. She was there! She was there!

"Oh GODDDDDD!!!" she screamed in ecstasy, "OH GOODDDDDDDDD!!!!"

How long the orgasm lasted she couldn't be sure... perhaps it was minutes, perhaps hours... all she knew was pleasure the likes of which she had never remotely experienced. And when it was over, a deep void of blackness washed over her brain and she slumped to the floor, unconscious of the moans and cries of orgasm that still came from the crowd of obscene orgiasts. Her ravaged young body throbbed softly, still swimming in the rapidly ebbing river of delight.


CHAPTER ELEVEN

"What time are they coming over, darling?" Lois called from the living room to her husband in the kitchen.

"About three," Ted replied, sipping slowly on his third cup of coffee and glancing casually through the Sunday paper.

A young couple, Bill and Debbie Watson, who had recently moved into the neighborhood, had been invited for an "informal" Sunday brunch at the Fultons to get acquainted; Lois scanned the sunny street, eagerly waiting for the car to turn the corner and bring the young pair to their house. She dressed that day in skin-tight red slacks and an orange sweater so revealing that her firmly upthrust young breasts were clearly outlined in tantalizing detail.

More than six months had passed since they had gone to the Hide and Seek party, and in that time many changes had taken place. They had seen the Colliers quite frequently, as well as other members of the perverse club, and had been to nearly all of their spirited gatherings throughout the winter.

Ted, as predicted, had risen in his insurance firm from salesman to Junior Executive, an astonishing feat in such a short time which they attributed to the amazing strength of character and power he had developed since that first fateful meeting with the Colliers. Of course the new accounts that poured in from members of the club had also helped. Lois had changed as well. Her shyness and fear had long since vanished, and she had developed into an alluringly provocative female.

Strangely, however, they were growing increasingly restless lately. They were tired of the Colliers now, and even the members of the Hide and Seek Club were becoming so familiar that the parties and get-togethers were growing a little stale. It was for this reason that the Watsons had been invited for brunch only two weeks after they moved into the house three blocks away. The two couples had met informally at a local cocktail lounge and the Watsons proved to be an attractive pair, reminding Ted and Lois of themselves as they had been only a few months before.

"I think they're coming," Lois exclaimed eagerly as a light blue Ford Sedan turned the corner onto their block. Quickly the young wife ran to the mirror to check her makeup. She was still as fresh and youthful looking as ever, she realized, as she scrupulously inspected her face. Of course there were a few tell-tale lines around her eyes, and a look of indefinable weariness, but she knew an expert dab or two of makeup would wipe them away with hardly a trace.

Ted walked into the room, his hard, compact body clad in form-fitting levi's and a tapered body shirt open nearly to the navel to reveal his darkly curling chest hair.

"How do I look, honey?" Lois inquired with a slight edge of concern in her voice.

"Great," her husband replied absently as he went to the window and peered curiously through the drapes. "You always look great, babe."

The blue sedan had pulled up in front of their house and Ted watched with steadily rising interest as Debbie Watson stepped daintily out onto the sidewalk.

She's a nice piece of ass, he thought lasciviously to himself, nice and round and young. Her husband's probably the only cock she's ever known. Well, that's just the way I like 'em!

His thickening penis began to jerk softly in the tight crotch of his jeans, and he massaged it slowly as he watched the young couple walk hand in hand up the driveway toward the front door. Seconds later the doorbell rang.

"Will you let them in, babe?" he asked his wife who was busily smoothing the material of her slacks around her sensuously rounded buttocks.

"With pleasure, darling," she quipped, as she headed eagerly for the door, "with pleasure."


The End
