Some Very Lovable Neighbors

It was a small party - ten couples and a few unattached men and women -
and it was, to Adie Rolfe's mind, rather a stuffy affair. Everyone
seemed to be standing in little clusters, talking inanely of topics
typical to cocktail parties: local and national politics, current fads
and fashions, the Watergate, ad nauseaum. The hostess, a tall,
statuesque blonde whose name was Luci Danton, circulated amongst the
guests with a tray of various preferential drinks - and her long-
sideburned husband, Tom, sat next to a slim redhead on one of the
living room's two couches, putting his hand on her knee almost
possessively when he thought his wife wasn't looking.

Adie stifled an involuntary yawn, knowing that Jack and she should
never have accepted the Danton's invitation. Jack had quit the Seattle
Sentinal three weeks ago, and everyone in the paper knew why; as a
consequence, minor reporters like Tom Danton thought it socially
impressive to invite Jack Rolfe and his wife to their drab little
parties. Yes, that was certainly the reason they had been invited; but
they'd accepted anyway, knowing this, just to get out of their own
house, to see some other faces, to talk with someone besides one
another.

They had stayed home every night since Jack's resignation - they'd
turned down two other invitations to social functions - because Jack
was trying desperately to get his novel started, working twelve to
fifteen hours every day, writing fifteen or twenty pages but throwing
most of them away in anger and frustration. It simply wasn't going
right, he had told her; the words wouldn't jell. The reason for that
was a combination of things: the Department of Public Works was putting
in a new sewer main on their street, and the noise of jackhammers and
heavy machinery and large trucks was deafening at times; the phone
seemed to ring continuously with calls from friends, well-wishers, dogs
barking, power lawn mowers whining destroyed whatever moments of
silence were left. He'd given it up this morning, calling the whole
idea an abortion, saying that he wouldn't - couldn't - write another
line in that house; he had to get away, he'd said, somewhere where he
could be alone, in peace and quiet, to collect his thoughts and
coordinate his ideas into the cohesive format of the projected novel.
And he had to do it damned soon, too; he'd already sold the book to a
major New York hard-cover publisher on the basis of an outline alone,
had been given a large advance (most of which was already spent on old
bills and incidentals), and he had less than eight months in which to
deliver the completed manuscript. It was to be a major, lengthy work,
and if he was to meet that deadline he couldn't afford to lose any more
time getting started.

When the Danton's telephoned invitation had come that morning, just
after Jack's remonstrations, he had told Adie to go ahead and accept,
what the hell; they might as well get out of the house since it was no
use in trying to continue the novel.

Luci Danton came around to where Adie and Jack were standing near the
large fieldstone fireplace and asked them if they would care for
another drink. Jack declined politely, and she moved off again.

He said to Adie, "I'm beginning to wonder if we shouldn't have stayed
home tonight. I could've stared at the typewriter and you could've
stared at me."

She squeezed his arm, smiling up at him wanly. "I think we'd have had
just as good a time."

"I hate parties like this," Jack said. "They're so damned pretentious."

"I know."

"I haven't heard an honestly intelligent statement all night."

"Spoken like a true novelist," Adie said in a gently chiding voice.
"Mr. Hemingway, I presume?"

"Ouch!" Jack said, recoiling in mock pain. "Your barbed wit cuts deep."

She touched the long, silky strands of her raven black hair in that
unconsciously vain way women affect. "I was just teasing, honey."

"I know you were," Jack sighed. "How much longer do we have to remain
at this abysmal affair, do you suppose? When can we leave without
destroying our image?"

"Very shortly," Adie said. "Can you take another half hour of this?"

"Must I?"

"You must."

"This is a far, far better thing I do, as Hamlet said." Jack muttered,
taking a moody swallow from his double martini.

Just then, one of the couples whom they had been introduced to upon
arriving at the party - Bob and Sue Mason - made their way over to
where the Suttons were standing. Bob Mason was short and heavy-set,
with a salt-and-pepper crewcut and dark, intelligent gray eyes. He gave
the impression of having once been an athlete - he was broad-shouldered
and thick-chested, and the material of his Madras jacket was stretched
taut across his pectorals. Looking at him, Jack Rolfe thought that he
probably worked out regularly in one of the local gymnasiums or health
clubs. He had a broad, friendly, contagious smile and an easy-going
manner. He was carrying, oddly enough, a glass of dark ale in one huge
hand. His wife, Sue, was tall and lithe with brownish-yellow hair and
huge, luminescent green eyes with tiny yellow flecks in the irises. She
wore a clinging blue shift which hugged and caressed her slender, high-
breasted body, accentuating the easy, natural sway of her tight-mooned
buttocks. She was holding onto Mason's arm and smiling warmly as they
approached.

TNS-582 Some Very Lovable Neighbors by Jennifer Collier


Chapter 1 (cont.)




"Hello there, Rolfe," Mason said heartily as they came up. "Lousy
party, isn't it?"

"Shall I be honest about it?" Jack asked.

"Sure."

"Yes. It's a lousy party."

Mason laughed deeply, with good-natured, infectious amusement. He said
to his wife, "I told you I was going to like this Rolfe, didn't I, Sue?
He's a man after my own heart - honest and frank and totally lacking in
the phony social graces."

"Thanks - I think," Jack said.

Mason laughed again. His eyes shifted to Adie, moving easily over her
beautifully compact, perfectly symmetrical body in a way which was
complimentary to Adie - not lecherous, but openly admiring. "How about
you, Adie? What's your opinion of this little affair?"

The familiar use of her first name didn't bother Adie at all; she found
herself rather liking this large man. "The same as my husband's," she
answered ruefully.

"Don't really know why we came," Mason said. "Something to do on a
Friday night, I guess."

"Same here," Jack said. They had established a common bond and he, too,
found himself liking Mason. And Sue, even though she hadn't spoken as
yet, struck him as being an intelligent, carefree soul like her
husband. On top of that, she was damned attractive, Jack had to admit;
very damned attractive.

They fell easily then into conversation. As both Jack and Adie had
surmised, the Masons were witty, intelligent people, interesting to
talk to. It developed that Bob was an electronics salesman for a large
national company, extremely successful; so much so, in fact, that he
was now semi-retired, working when he felt like it. Sue, in addition to
being a housewife, dabbled in oil painting in her spare time. She was
very modest about that, but Mason insisted that she was a tremendous
talent, witness the fact that she had sold two of her seascapes for
five hundred dollars each just last month.

The topic of conversation shifted, naturally, to the novel Jack was
writing. The Masons had heard of it from the Dantons (no surprise
there, Jack thought a little sardonically), and Bob was extremely
interested in it. He asked, "What's the book about? That is, if you
don't mind revealing same."

"No, I don't mind," Jack said. "It has to do with student unrest on a
large California college campus. At least, that's the basic foundation
of the book. I like to delude myself into thinking I've got something
to say on contemporary youth - why they act as they do, what social,
political, and historical precedents they have and will set, the long-
range cause and effect of riots, demonstrations, dissent."

"I have a few ideas on that subject myself," Mason said. "But it sounds
like a hell of a book, if you can pull it off. I don't mean that at all
derogatorily, you understand."

Jack grinned wryly. "Well, I'm not sure I can pull it off."

"Oh? Why?"

"I can't seem to get started on the thing. The first couple of chapters
are extremely important, and I can't get them flowing. I must have
written seventy-five pages in the past three weeks, of which I've
salvaged maybe four or five."

"What seems to be the problem?" Mason asked with genuine concern.

Jack told him - about the Department of Public Works, and the telephone
ringing and the power lawn mowers whining. Mason clucked his tongue
sympathetically. "Sounds like you need to get off in the wilds
somewhere for a few weeks."

"That's just what I need," Jack answered. "Trouble is, Adie and I
aren't exactly the richest people in Seattle at the present time. Most
of the publishers advance is gone, and we have a home to maintain. I
just can't afford to rent, much less buy, a mountain retreat for the
length of time I'm going to need."

"Then what will you do, Jack?" Sue asked in her musically soft voice.

"Grin and bear it, I guess," he replied. "Maybe, one of these days
soon, I'll be able to get into the book; if that happens, all the
goddamned noise in the world won't affect my work."

"You will, dear," Adie told him.

Jack grinned his wry grin. "Wifely faith. Ah, what would we creative
geniuses do without it?"

Mason laughed. "Behind every great man, there's a great woman," he
said.

"And vice versa," Sue put in.

They all laughed, and the rapport between the two couples was fully
established. They spent the next hour and a half discussing a various
and sundry number of things, losing all track of time, each enjoying
the company of the others. When midnight came, the party began to break
up. Jack reluctantly looked at his watch, saying, "Hell, I didn't
figure it to be this late. I've got to be up with the roosters tomorrow
for another shot at the typewriter."

"I thought you were going to let it simmer for a couple of days,
honey?" Adie said teasingly.

"Do you believe everything I say?"

"Of course."

Jack shook his head in feigned wonder. "What did I ever do to deserve
you?"

"I've wondered about that myself."

Mason's hearty laugh punctuated their conversation. "Listen," he said,
taking Jack's hand, "talking with the two of you had made a pleasant
evening out of what started out to be a huge bore."

"Same here," Jack told him. "It was a pleasure meeting you, Bob. And,"
he added gallantly, "your most lovely wife."

"That goes for me, too," Mason said, his eyes moving over Adie again in
that admiring way until she blushed lightly with pleasure. "What say we
get together one of these days?"

"Sounds delightful," Adie said enthusiastically.

"Do you play bridge?"

"Yes, we do."

"Fine! We're a couple of tenacious players, Sue and I, but we don't
play for blood. We'll make it a foursome one of these evenings soon, if
you're amenable."

"That we are," Jack said.

"Are you listed in the book?"

"No," Adie responded. "What with all the calls we've been getting, we
had our number changed to an unlisted one."

"If you'd rather not give it out-"

"Oh no, not at all," Adie said quickly, looking at Jack. He nodded. She
gave the number to Sue, who wrote it down in a small, red leatherette
notebook from her purse.

"Just don't call between seven and noon," Jack warned. "Adie just picks
up the receiver and puts it back down. Cardinal rule: no talking of any
kind between seven and noon."

Mason chuckled. "Right."

They got their coats and bid one another good night at the door. Tom
Danton, more than a little drunk by this time, pumped Jack's hand
enthusiastically, urging him to be sure to give "me and the missus" an
autographed copy of his book when it was published. Jack said that he
would, and Adie and he went quickly to where their car was parked in
front. The Masons, with Bob driving the dark green Lincoln Continental,
waved as they pulled away from the curve.

As Jack helped her into their two year old Ford, Adie said, "Aren't the
Masons the nicest people?"

"Yes," Jack agreed. "They certainly are."

* * *

"I'm going to fuck Adie Rolfe," Bob Mason said, "And you, my dear, are
going to help me do it."

Sue smiled, stretching languorously on the front seat of the Lincoln.
"Of course, darling," she answered. "After all, Jack Rolfe is a
handsome and desirable man. I'm going to enjoy getting laid by him just
as much as you're going to enjoy fucking the lovely Mrs. Rolfe."

"Goddamn, but you're the hottest woman I ever knew," Mason said with
some pride. "You just love cock, don't you, baby?"

"Just like you love pussy, sweetheart."

Mason took one hand from the steering wheel and put it on her firm,
soft thigh, just at the point where the blue shift rode high on her
lap. He began to stroke the feathery surface lightly. She slid over
next to him and, without preamble, laid the palm of her slim hand on
the crotch of his sports slacks. His prick hardened instantly at her
touch through the material, and Sue said, "Mmmmmmmm, daddy's ready,
isn't he?" in a teasing voice.

"Daddy's always ready," Mason said. "Just like mommy."

Sue began to stroke his cock lightly with her palm while his hand moved
higher along her thigh. She breathed into his ear hotly, saying, "How
do you propose to get next to the nice Rolfe couple, lover? They don't
exactly strike me as swingers, so the direct approach would seem to be
out."

"True," Mason said. "But I've got a plan."

"What is it?"

"I'll tell you when we get home."

"Tell me now, lover," Sue said. Deftly, her fingers found the zipper of
his fly and worked it down quickly. The throbbing length of his huge
rod pushed the thin folds of his underpants out through the fly
opening, straining for escape. But Sue kept it imprisoned inside,
stroking the rigid tool with knowledgeable fingers; she knew how to
torment a man in many ways: by touch, by word, by manipulation of her
own body. Mason was breathing faster under her agile ministrations, and
Sue shivered anticipatorily. Oh, she was going to give him a ride when
they got home, all right - she really was! She could feel her cunt
begin to seep warm, moist fluid, soaking the thin silk of her panty
briefs, and she ground her smooth formed buttocks down against the
pliant leather of the seat. "Tell me the plan, lover," she repeated.

"We're ... ohhhh ... almost home," Mason panted. And then, "Damn you!"
as her hand rubbed more tantalizingly over his prick, using the
material of his underpants to taunt and rub the blood-engorged glans
into near-explosion. His own hand went higher along her thigh and his
fingers found the dampness of her crotch. He wiggled a finger inside
the leg band, dipping the tip into the secret juices of her warm,
slightly throbbing vagina, causing a low, soft moan of sheer
animalistic pleasure to escape her throat. "How do you like that, you
little prick-teaser?" he hissed breathlessly.

"Ohhhh, lover!"

His forefinger found the quivering miniature phallus of her aroused
clitoris, moved with provocative slowness back and forth across its
sensitive surface until his wife was grinding her hips faster and
faster down against the seat, her loins surging upward against his
finger as if trying to beckon it to plunge deep inside her vaginal
cavity. Mason whispered, "You'll wait until we get home, won't you,
baby?"

"Aaaggghhhh, hhmmmmmmmm!" she groaned. "Yesssss, I'll waitttttt!"

Mason grinned triumphantly, and eased his finger away from her
clitoris, took it out from beneath her panties and let his hand rest on
her thigh. She allowed her fingers to remain on his still-hardened
cock, but they weren't moving now; her eyes were closed and she leaned
against him, letting the sensations his probing, questing finger had
caused ripple through her deliciously.

The Lincoln's headlights picked up the large, Colonial-style home which
they owned. Mason brought the large luxury automobile into the driveway
and upward into the spacious two-car garage next to Sue's canary yellow
Triumph TR-6, shut off the engine and the lights. He stepped out,
zipping himself up, feeling the blood still pounding in his erect cock.
Tease him like that in the car, would she? Well, just wait until they
got inside! He'd do a little teasing of his own!

He went around to open the door for Sue, helped her out, and they went
into the sprawling, maple-furnished house. Mason switched on the
indirect lights in the knotty pine-panelled living room and went to the
impressive, well-stocked bar at one end, near the avocado-draped front
window. "How about a drink, baby?" he called to Sue.

"Hmm, all right."

"Scotch?"

"No ice, lover," she nodded.

He poured two scotches and brought her one. "Let's go into the
bedroom," he smiled teasingly, wrapping his big arm about her slim
waist.

She pressed against him. "Will you tell me the plan then?"

"We'll see."

They entered the bedroom and Mason took off his Madras jacket, throwing
it over one of the maple chairs near the dresser. Sue undid the two
buttons on the front of the shift and slowly, seductively, using her
palms and undulating her body rhythmically, she slid the garment down,
down along her body until it lay puddled at her feet. Her eyes were
heavily lidded, smoky, and she watched his face as she undressed. She
stood there, dressed now only in bra and panties. Tantalizingly, like
an exotic dancer practicing her art expertly, she reached behind her
and unhooked the bra fastenings, pulling it away from her firm white
breasts slowly, making sure that the aroused, berry-sized nipples were
the last to meet his hot, hungry eyes. She dropped the bra on top of
the shift and then raised her hands to cup the full, rich mounds,
kneading them like a lover would. Finally, she dropped her fingers to
her panties and slowly worked them down over her long, tapering legs
until she was standing before him completely nude.

"Like, lover?" she asked throatily.

"Christ, you're like a goddamned whore when you get in the bedroom!"
Mason said, but he wasn't castigating her for it. Hell, he wouldn't
have had it any other way. His eyes roamed over her well-tanned body,
at the fleecy, light brown down framing the wet, pink folds of her
cunt. She was something else, all right; in the six years they had been
married, he had never had a woman who pleased him any more than she did
- whether it be suck or fuck; a few had come close to approximating her
prowess in the rack, but none had ever surpassed her. That was one hell
of a compliment, considering the number of women Bob Mason had had in
those six years of marriage.

Sue reveled in his lustful gaze for a long moment, then she stepped
over to the king-sized, satin-spread double bed and lay down on it,
spreading her legs wide in a wanton, inviting position, exposing to his
eyes the full, wet, palpitating opening of her cuntal passage. She
rotated her hips lewdly on the satin spread, arching them up and
lowering them again in a measured, intoxicating way. "Aren't you going
to get naked, lover?" she asked in a husky voice.

"Goddamn right I am!" Mason said. Quickly, he undressed, throwing his
trousers and shirt and tie over the jacket on the chair, pulling his
underpants down. He stood there with his great, trembling cock standing
out from his groin like some impossibly huge instrument of torture, the
unseeing eye in the glans oozing thin, clear droplets of aroused
lubrications. Sue stared at it, moistening her lips with her tongue as
if tasting the seeping fluid already swirling around in the warm
sucking caverns of her mouth.

"Come on," Sue urged. "Lie down beside mommy."

"And what's mommy going to do then?"

"Mommy's going to take that big lovely cock of yours and suck every
last little drop of hot cum right out of it," Sue whispered up at him.

Damn! Mason thought. She really knew how to get a guy heated up,
talking that way, using words like she used her body, fucking you
verbally if such a thing were possible. His prick quivered and throbbed
in anticipation. But he owed her a little teasing for what she had done
to him in the car on the way home first, before he took her up on her
offer. He sat on the edge of the bed, next to her, close enough to
allow her hand to snake out and encircle his prick, to begin to stroke
and then to massage the turgid length, rubbing the skin back and forth
and then to slip her hand underneath and cup and caress his balls,
cradling their softness in her palm.

Mason stifled a small groan of pleasure, and then reached down and
removed her hand. "First things first," he said.

"What do you mean, lover"'

"You wanted to hear my plan, didn't you?"

"Oh, daddy! You can tell me the plan afterwards!"

"No, I'm going to tell you now. You were anxious enough to hear about
it earlier."

She returned her hand to his penis and testicles, rubbing, caressing.
"Please, daddy," she crooned. "I'm hot now, and I want to suck you.
Come on, let mommy suck you now and then you can tell me all about your
plan."

"No," Mason said. He moved down to the foot of the bed, looking up at
her, watching her undulate her hips, her tongue still flicking along
her lips, her eyes resting hotly on the huge, granite-hard expanse of
his weapon, at the wrinkled sac of his bloating balls. "Now the way I
figure it, Jack is the one to work on first. He's a man, and therefore
he's more susceptible than Adie."

"So you plan to get to Adie through Jack," Sue said. She stretched out
her leg, frowning a little petulantly, and began to stroke his thigh
with her toes, waggling her big toe upward to touch the rigid flesh of
his cock until he reluctantly pushed it away and continued.

"That's right. Now I think we've got the answer on how to do it from
what Jack said tonight. About not being able to work on his novel
because of all the interruptions."

Sue lowered her hand and began to stroke her belly lightly with her
fingertips, teasing the softness of her pubic mound, then trailing
lower down between her legs so that she was rubbing in slow, even tempo
the moistness of her cuntal mouth, teasing her clit. Watching her, Bob
became even more aroused - she knew that he really enjoyed watching her
play with herself, and she was so hot for his hard pulsating cock now
that she was pulling out all stops to get him to stop talking. Bob
opened his mouth to continue, but he swallowed hard at the sight of his
wife manipulating her genitals, darting her middle finger in and out of
her soft, hair-lined vagina with deft strokes in the attitude of
copulation. As she did so, she pushed her buttocks down farther on the
bed, coming nearer to him, and this time he didn't pull away. Her hand
seized his cock again, began to stroke it then, before he was able to
fend her off, she rose up and pressed her body against his, forcing him
back into a prone position across the width of the bed.

"Damn it, Sue, I'm trying to tell you about-" Mason began, but then he
stopped as his wife began to trail her soft, moist lips along the side
of his neck, into the hollow of his throat, down along his hirsute
chest. She nuzzled the rigid buds of his nipples, rolling her tongue
back and forth across one, and then let her mouth roam down across the
girth of his large, protruding, but well-muscled belly. He groaned at
the stimulations her expert lips were sending through his body, thrust
his hips down hard against the satin spread. Her fingernails scratched
lightly over his cock now, over his testicles, reaching under his body
to probe briefly at the puckered ring of his anus, retracing their path
back to his quivering penis.

"The plan ..." Mason began weakly.

"You can tell me what it is afterward, lover," she crooned. "Just relax
now, daddy, and let mommy take care of you."

Damn it, she'd won again, Mason thought fuzzily, giving himself over to
the prurient sensations of her lips and fingers. She always won, always
got her way sexually if not in other matters; here in the bedroom, she
seemed to be lord and master instead of the other way around. Not that
he minded, hell, she was so damned good in bed that it didn't offend
his masculine pride at all to have her get her way - because her way
was invariably the best way.

Sue was poised on all fours now, kneeling between his widespread
thighs, her head lowered almost to the tip of his upthrust cock,
stroking the palpitating flesh lightly with first one hand, then the
other, then rubbing it gently between the palms of both hands, further
arousing him until moans of joy rendered from his lips. "Goddamn it,
hurry up, baby, hurry up!" he groaned. "Suck it, suck it, suck it!" His
hips thrust upward, but she pulled her head back out of reach,
chuckling softly, still stroking and manipulating his cock and balls.

He reached up and entangled his hands tightly in her hair, trying to
guide her head down to meet his forward-leaping manhood. His head was
lifted off the bed, so that he could watch the lust-contorted features
of her beautiful face, poised there above his loins, and his brain
reeled with the mental image of his thick, pulsating cock burrowing in
and out of her ovaled lips; he was excited beyond all recall now, he
had to have her suck him off! He could feel the semen beginning to boil
in his testicles, and he knew it wouldn't be long before it would come
spewing out of his shaft like a flow of hot molten lava.

"Hurry, hurry!" he begged. "Suck it, baby, suck it!"

Suddenly, as if in abeyance, Sue plunged her head forward and down.
Mason felt the incredible, hot moist softness of her lips close over
the sensitive head of his cock, felt her firebrand tongue lick circles
of liquid fire around and around it, flicking into the glans opening,
drinking up the lubricating fluid oozing there. His hands in her hair
tightened and he thrust his loins upward, driving the length of his
massive prick deep into the soft, warm folds of her mouth, feeling it
slam against the back of her throat.

"Ummmmmmmmmmm!" Sue mewled around her husband's hardened rod of flesh.

"Aaggggggghhhhhhh!" Mason cried in lust-crazed agreement.

Sue drew back slightly, so that she was able to taste the moist
stickiness of the glans again, twirling her tongue maddeningly faster
around the blood-inflated head. Then she began to suck him
rhythmically, with all the practiced expertise of the accomplished
female lover. He watched her convoluted lips working on his cock,
watched the soft wet skin of her mouth pucker outward and then back in
again as she sawed her mouth the full length of his rigid tool. The
sight of her sucking him never ceased to increase his arousal, and his
loins tensed and jerked upward into her face, all the fleshy expanse
disappearing with each hard forward thrust, so that only a small
stretch of it showed white and glistening with saliva wetness between
her lips.

Her tongue, with a nerve-shattering lick on the outstroke, was like a
separate entity, a thing gone wild with lust, making the head jerk and
convulse as though it, too, were a thing alive with a mind of its own.
She sucked hungrily, her mind caught up in the task of what she was
doing, her concentration as full and complete as that of a scientist
applying mathematical equations. Her breasts danced wildly below her
pumping head, adding to the lust-inciting picture he was viewing.

"Suck it, suck it, suck it!" Mason urged her on, dropping his head back
on the bed heavily, closing his eyes and pretending for a brief moment
that it was Adie Rolfe sucking him, that it was Adie Rolfe's round,
lipstick-rimmed little mouth around his huge cock. Well, it would be,
all right, soon enough; he'd fuck her one of these days, he was
confident of that, and with the fucking went the sucking; that was
irrefutable. He'd shoot his load of boiling cum deep into her throat
and into her belly, and she'd be begging him for more ...

Sue slaved below, her body glistening from pustules of lust-sweat. The
pressure grew and grew in Mason's balls, and he shoved his loins up
hard against her face, hearing her protesting mumble, not heeding it in
his desire for the final release of the maddening buildup of semen in
his scrotum.

And then-

And then, all at once, he felt the eruption take place, felt the first
stream of white-hot fire leap along the passage of his plunging cock.
He gasped, his lips pulling back across his teeth as though he were in
agony. His cock began a sudden wild, convulsive jerking that flooded
without advance warning Sue's madly sucking mouth with rush after rush
of burning semen, bloating her cheeks outward with each spurt until she
was forced to swallow wildly to keep from choking, mewling and crooning
and tickling his balls with the tips of her fingernails.

"Keep ... sucking!" Mason cried. "Lover, keep sucking, keep
suckingggggg!" His hands were working spasmodically in her hair now,
ramming her head down harder on his burgeoning cock, burying it deep in
her throat. And then, with one last mighty groan as his wife crazily
sucked at the juices of his lust, he emptied the final drops of his
sperm into her mouth.

Sue continued to nibble gently at the fleshy instrument, milking every
last drop of his load, until the satiated penis began to gradually
deflate in her mouth. Mason flung his arms outward on the bed in
exhaustion, a great sigh of absolute fulfillment emitting from his
lips. His wife lay for a long moment between his outstretched legs, her
head on his thigh, still nibbling gently at the limp cock settling down
into the cradle of his balls. Finally, she crawled up and kissed him
full on the mouth. He accepted her tongue hungrily as she thrust it
into his mouth, even though droplets of his white sticky cum were
drooling down in thin rivulets from the corners of her glistening lips.

"How did you like that, lover?" she whispered.

"As good as always!" he enthused. "Hell, better!"

She kissed him again, and then said, "Now - I'm ready to hear your plan
of action regarding the Rolfe's. After which," she added, smiling down
at him with her eyes sparkling hotly, "you may return the favor of my
sucking you by eating my pussy until I cum as well as you did. Sound
good?"

"Sounds goddamned good!"

"But first the plan."

"Well," Mason said, "it's simple enough. Like I started to say before,
Jack was complaining about not being able to work on his novel because
of all the interruptions. What he wanted to do, he said, was get away
somewhere, alone, where he could really get to work. Remember?"

"Uh-huh."

"Suppose we provide him with that retreat he mentioned?"

"You mean - our cabin on the coast?"

"Exactly," Mason told her. "It's perfect."

"Do you think he'll accept the offer of the cabin?"

"Hell, why shouldn't he? He can't afford not to accept, can he?"

"Lover," Sue said admiringly, "I do believe you're a genius. But
suppose Adie wants to go along with him?"

"I doubt that," Mason said. "When he said he wanted to be alone, I
think he meant just that. Completely alone, without even his wife. I'll
call him tomorrow and put the idea to him, and we'll see if I'm right."

"And if he does accept, then I take over?"

"You take over," Mason said. "I'll tell him you'll meet him up there,
show him where everything is and so on. Then you're on your own." He
grinned. "I have no doubt what'll happen then."

"And you'll be doing what?"

"Dropping over to see Mrs. Rolfe," he answered. "I'll suggest that she
and I take a ride up to the cabin, so that she can see what it's like.
I'll say it'll be a surprise, that we'll all have dinner together.
We'll drive up there-"

"-and just happen to catch sight of Jack Rolfe and me doin" what comes
naturally," Sue finished.

"Right. Of course, you'll have to make sure the two of you keep at it
for a long time. No telling how long it'll be before I get his wife up
there."

"No problem, lover," she chuckled. "You know me."

"Hell yes, I do," Mason said. "You just love cock, Mommy, like I said
before."

"And you love pussy," Sue told him. She began to push his head down
along her body, moving her hips on the bed, letting her own fires
rekindle hotly. "Now let's see you prove that I'm right, lover!"

Mason proved it without the slightest doubt.



Chapter 2


"Weren't the Masons nice?" Adie said again as she and Jack walked into
the bedroom of their home. "I was certainly glad to meet them."

"Saved the night, that's for sure," Jack said. He sat down on the bed
and removed his shoes, rubbing his feet. "If it hadn't been for them, I
would literally have climbed the walls."

"Move honey," Adie said lightly. Jack stood up as she removed the
spread and folded it at the foot of the bed then opened the covers.
"Well, never again," she vowed as Jack settled himself back again. "I
guess writers are recluses at heart anyway."

"No reason to put up with people you don't like."

"I hope to see the Masons again though. Maybe for bridge like they
suggested." She backed toward her husband. "Unzip me, will you baby?"

Jack reached up and unzipped his wife's dress and then watched lovingly
as she shrugged her shoulders and the garment slowly slid down the
beautiful curve of her torso. He reached down the length of her long
shapely legs and playfully brought his hand up inside her half slip,
pushing the hem up abruptly before she had time to resist.

"Ooohhh!" Adie gurgled, jumping forward from her husband's electric
fingertips. She was ultra sensitive along the softness of her inner
thighs, her skin white and marble smooth and delicate. She tingled from
his touch and stepped out of the pool of the fallen dress. "Oh stop it,
stop it, baby!"

Jack grinned from his sitting position, and although he couldn't see
her expression, he knew from their four years of marital relationships
that she was wincing with pleasure, her teeth bared with the first
signs of sexual arousal. He continued to stroke his wife's legs, moving
his hand up to tantalize the pubic mound so provocative under the silk
crotchband of her panties. She wiggled her hips as if in protest, but
didn't step away.

"Ooohhhh, ohhh, Jack! Oh Jack! I love you Jack!" Adie turned suddenly
and flung herself at her husband, pinning him to the bed. She kissed
him hard, cutting off the laugh he was teasingly giving her, and then
they embraced passionately.

How lucky I am, Adie thought to herself, her brain swimming with her
arousal. Landing Jack for a husband was a coup d'etat of the first
order. She must have been courted by at least ten other men, but Jack
had been constantly surrounded by other women, yet somehow she had won
him away from all the other girls. He was going to be a success, she
had implicit faith in that with his name lauded in the literary circles
along with Hemingway, Lawrence, Roth. He was confident of his writing
skill, and his columns for the Sentinel had been nationally recognized
as the work of a talented writer: a really gifted man.

And she was important to him. He had told her so many times, and she
made herself reaffirm the promise to herself that she would do all in
her power to help him and become a partner in his success. This key
element to their marriage made her love him all the more. Of course he
had, by nature of his profession, to be alone most of the time, and
this was sometimes difficult for her to accept. There he was, cooped up
in his study, so close to her all day and yet so far away. He was so
wrapped up in his novel that it seemed that they weren't as close as
when he went to work at the newspaper every day. In the evenings he was
so tired and frustrated that they hadn't made love as many times as
before and this worried her. Not that she liked it so very much - oh,
she did, but not as often as a man does - but because Jack didn't seem
to respond as much as he used to.

A slight spark of worry crossed Adie's mind as she hugged and kissed
her husband. Was the magic going out of their marriage? Had they grown
old hat to each other? Had the excitement of their sex life lost its
luster and Jack become bored with her? He didn't seem to be now, not
with his heated lips pressed so tightly to hers or his quiet moanings
from deep within his throat as his arousal became stronger, or the hard
lump of his rising penis as it stretched against her leg. She was being
foolish, she concluded. He loved her more than ever. She darted her
tongue deep within his mouth, feeling the roof and his tongue with her
tongue tip.

And I love him ...

Jack turned his head away and smiled up at his wife. She returned his
smile coyly, the fire in her eyes telling him that he was wanted and
wanted badly. His hands slid along her sides and then cupped the tight
alabaster mounds of her buttocks; a thrilled murmur escaped from Adie's
lips. He moved his fingers higher, connecting with the tight elastic
band of her panties, running his hands along the bare satiny skin. She
squirmed beneath his ministrations, pushing her hot loins up into his
hardening penis. She rotated her hips, nibbling his ear and neck with
her mouth, and her hands gripped his shirt tightly with desire.

Then suddenly she stood up and pirouetted. She arched her back and
unsnapped her bra. The white cups fell from her breasts like petals
from ivory rosebuds, and she stood for a moment with the ruby-kissed
tips pointing at her panting husband. Then she hooked her thumbs in the
waistband of her panties and half slip and removed them in one easy,
graceful motion, throwing them on the dresser beside her. She caressed
her full rounded hips with her palms, lightly, wantonly, still smiling
at her husband. Without a word she lay down beside him, stretching out
along the king-sized bed, spreading her limbs.

Damn! Jack thought, turning to stare at her beauty. There's no other
woman like her, he had to admit, and she looks just as beautiful now as
yesterday or last week or last year. She was a seductive woman, no
denying that, and his breath sucked in from the sudden excitement of
the abandoned pose she had taken.

He raised himself on one elbow and gazed with fascination at the well-
rounded perfectly formed curves next to him. She lay back against the
pillow, her arms begging for him, her legs moving up and down, her toes
digging into the spread, lashes shadowing her cheeks as she closed her
eyes.

"Baby." she whispered softly. "Hurry ... please, baby, now ..." She
squirmed her buttocks down into the mattress, enjoying the licentious
effect her actions were having on Jack, enjoying the teasing exhibition
of her body and the secret satisfaction of the power she held over him.

Jack didn't waste any more time but pulled at his clothes, not even
bothering to get off the bed. It took only a moment for them to fall to
the floor in a disorganized heap, and then he rolled to a kneeling
position and looked down at her naked form. His thick blood-enriched
penis stood out hugely from his groin.

"Mmmmm," Adie said softly. "That was quick, honey."

"I'm ready, ready right now," Jack grinned down at her. He roamed his
hands over her, playing over her thighs and breasts. They stopped to
tweak her nipples into rock-hard firmness, and then he ran a finger
down the valley between the high-set firm white breasts. He never
stopped marvelling at how magnificent they were, especially considering
how small the girl was in height. She was barely five three, but the
parts that mattered were enough for any man. Her face was round and
cherubic, with an air of innocence about it which made his lovemaking
all that more enticing. It was like making love to a virgin every time,
like arousing the woman in a girl and seeing the passion overcome the
natural reluctance of "the first time." Her long black hair was fine
and silky and hung over her shoulders to curl across her breasts,
highlighting the whiteness of her skin with its black strands. She wore
a C-cup and filled it to overflowing with soft lovely globes, and
between her spread legs which were shaped by a master craftsman, he
could see clearly the soft pubic down which covered her pink vaginal
slit. Her cunt glistened wetly in the light, her sexual excitement
secreting droplets which formed like honeyed dew on her pubic hair.

Jack leaned forward, unable to control himself any longer, and he
crushed his mouth against her groin, trying to suck up every sweet
flowing drop of her pussy juices, brushing his tongue against her
cuntal lips with yearning heat. Adie moaned but brought her thighs up
sharply to stop him.

"No ... no ... not that, Jack! You know I don't like you to kiss me
there. No, please stop ... please!" Her arms encircled his head and
pulled him upward along her body toward her warm pliant mouth, opened
wide with desire. "Kiss me on the lips, baby," she whispered. "Not down
there ..."

Jack didn't resist. He allowed himself to be moved up the length of his
wife's body and ground his lips onto hers. This was the one flaw in an
otherwise wonderful relationship, he thought. He had tried for all the
time they had been sleeping together to show her the erotic arousal
lips against vulva, mouth around penis, could produce. He had been
sucked by other girls many times in the past before Adie and he were
married. He wanted Adie to do the same to him, to see her head roll
from side to side as he tongued the velvet-like insides of her cunt-
lips in return. He could shut his eyes and imagine that butter-soft
mouth of hers as it sawed rhythmically around his cock, and the very
thought made him tense his loins, even as he kissed his wife on the
mouth. He wanted to cum inside her there, to spurt his hot, white sperm
into her throat as he had into others" throats and hear her mewling and
crooning with the desire of love as he did so.

Yes, and he wanted to make her reach a climax by taking her clitoris
between his teeth and holding it tightly as he ran his tongue-tip
around and around her vagina until at last he plunged his tongue deep
into the cavern of her pussy to soak up the secretions, to stab and
dart in oral fucking just as he was now moving his tongue in her mouth
in similar simulation of intercourse.

He held her tight to him and felt her warm body as it undulated
uncontrollably beneath his body, her soft belly and pelvis grinding
against his penis until it throbbed with hardness.

"Oh ... baby!" Adie moaned. "Darling, darling, I need you so badly ..."

"Yes ... yes," he managed to reply. One of his legs fell snugly between
her open thighs, and she rubbed her soft hair-protected loins against
him in perfect harmony. He kissed her again, his mouth dry with
barbaric thirstiness, and she raised her thigh to press his exposed
crotch. His cock seeped with lubricity from her touch, its tip being
massaged by the light brush of her warm smooth skin. It jerked, jumping
as though it was ready to spew its seminal fluid already. Once more he
ran his tongue into her mouth, and she sucked it eagerly, even nibbling
it with her sharp little teeth to send new shocks of rippling
excitement through him.

The thought of what lay before him, of what would happen when he
entered her vagina and began to pound his cock to a fulfilling
explosion, crossed his brain. He knew every action, every motion they
would make, for it had become a ritual over the years. He was aroused
and wanted her, but ... but what? What was nagging at the back of his
mind? What was wrong with their lovemaking? Was it the sameness? Had he
gotten to take her for granted after all this time and the original
thrill he had experienced when she was new to him been replaced by a
complacency or familiarity; He loved his wife, but the spice was gone.
He lifted his head and lay his cheeks against Adie's soft hair.

"Is ... there something wrong, Jack?" she whispered.

"What? Oh no, of course not."

"But there is, Jack."

"I ... was thinking how beautiful you are," he lied.

Adie began to shiver beneath him, her thighs rubbing his loins
hungrily. "You want to make love to me, don't you?"

"Yes, yes, I want to."

"How ...?" Her question was unexpected and sent an electrifying current
through him. It was something new to hear her ask for a good screwing
and then want to know how! Yes, change was what was needed, for his
cock leaped spontaneously with the added dimension.

"Hard!" Jack replied hoarsely. "Deep and hard, right up to the hilt!"

"Oh Jack, do it now! I want you inside me ... now!" she cried.

He drew her closer to him and moved one hand down to encase the round
smooth buttocks, his hand over the soft yielding crevice which halved
them. She glued her mouth to his as she wedged a hand between them and
grasped his fleshy hardness. Jack choked with the cool contact of her
fingers around his cock, and he pressed his lips harder against hers to
show his appreciation. She strained the full length of her body against
him, grinding and pushing, and then she spread her legs and thighs
wide, and his penis poised proudly against the snug mouth of her
waiting cunt, the thin, hair-lined archway to her innermost desires
relaxing with the need for him to enter. She kept firm hold of his
bulbous aching cock and drew it closer, sliding it up and down between
her open legs, swirling it around her tender, pink flesh until it's
knob rested against her quivering cuntal entrance.

"There, Jack ... right there."

He lunged forward, his hips thrusting heavily as he drove into her
widespread pussy and felt the hot rubbery passage clasp around his cock
and absorb his naked surge like a hungry lion. She rocked gently
beneath him. "Uhhhh!" she murmured, and she leaned into his loins,
trying to take more of him, and he levered his massive member to the
full length of her cuntal tunnel. It was warm and tight as though he
had been the first, and the fluids helped her take him easily, wetting
and lubricating his path. He thrust lustily until his blood-swollen
head hit her cervix, and simultaneously his sperm-bloated testicles
crashed resoundingly against the firm muscle-taut cheeks of her ass. He
moved harder, flexing his prick as she moaned, imbedded beneath his
driving cudgel.

"Oh God! Oh God!" Jack groaned, grinding his pelvis into her savagely,
feeling the pliant warm flesh beneath as she strained to meet his
pounding jerks until her loins were inches off the bed. He angled his
hips and drove into her, trying to establish a rhythm. She breathed a
mewling sound incessantly, lifting her body to meet his forward attack,
opening and closing her legs about his hips as she labored frantically
to climb his solid pole, her head rocking from side to side in the
abandoned supplication to their fornication.

"Oooohh Jack, you feel so good! So good!" She whimpered in his ear and
then licked his lips, his nose, his eyes. "Yes, yes, yeesss!"

Adie gave another gasp and screwed herself tighter to his penis until
it sunk to her soft fleshy depths completely. He worked around and
around in her, feeling the muscular ridges of her vagina around his
smooth sliding cock, his tempo ever-increasing. His shaft continued to
surge like a wild beast on a rampage until he was sure it was going to
split down the seam, and the intoxicating pressure in his balls was
enough to send him screaming. Oh God! Surely he was going to reach his
orgasm soon, for surely he couldn't hold back much longer! He increased
his speed and stroke, drubbing into her savagely as his balls whacked
against her unturned thighs.

She held him tightly in her strong legs, clamping her calves crablike
around his hips, only to slacken them for a second and then clamp
harder. She began to babble incoherently which he knew to be a sign she
was approaching her own climax, and he spurred her on with powerful
long strokes. Her knees drew up as she raised herself even more fully
to his battering attack, and her moist splayed vagina bucked wildly
against his ramming penis, and she rode his cock wantonly as though she
never wanted to cease.

"Ooooohh ... Oooohhh Goooddd! I'm ... I'm going ... going to ...
cummm!" With a sudden deep-throated groan, Adie began to vibrate
uncontrollably; and then Jack too released his own damned up passion.
His cum churned through his boiling balls, up through the tube of his
expanded cock and surged into his wife's wildly clasping cunt. He
shoved his tongue harder into her mouth and cupped the globoid cheeks
of her firm white ass closer around his pumping penis as he beat a wild
tattoo against her with his still-emptying testicles. Adie wailed into
his mouth, her questing thighs jerking spasmodically against his belly
while he discharged his overwhelming load of sperm violently into her.
Finally, he collapsed across her, his sigh of contentment mingling with
her own mewlings of gratification.

As sanity returned to him, Jack edged his body off his wife and rolled
over. Adie almost asleep, kissed him lightly on the cheek, curled
herself up in a child-like foetus position. He put the covers over her,
and for a moment before sleep overtook him, Jack thought of her
tenderly. In spite of her few Victorian hangups about oral sex, she was
still pretty good in bed, he had to admit. As good as most women he'd
had. He stared at Adie, trying to imagine her as a strange woman he had
just finished fucking, fucking for the sake of fucking and not out of
love. Like Sue for example, that beautiful creature belonging to Bob
Mason, that sensual enticing all-woman. My God! He could just see her
in bed hungrily sucking his cock, naked and wild with prurience and
desire, making love for its own licentious sake. No ... no, why was he
thinking like this. What would it accomplish? Besides, he could almost
imagine the hurt Adie would feel if she knew of his lewd thoughts ...
and the outrage it would cause the Masons, for that matter. He groaned
and turned over, shutting off the bedside lamp and plunging the room
into darkness.

* * *

Adie woke him with a sweet tender kiss the next morning. He slowly
opened his eyes and looked up at his wife who held a bathrobe around
her, and then he smiled, stretched his arms and yawned.

"Morning, honey," she said. "Want some coffee?"

Jack nodded, turned over and put his face to the pillow. "MMmmm," he
murmured in a sleep-filled voice. Adie, by moving up from the bed, let
the sunlight from the open window stream across his body, warming it
beneath the covers. He dozed again until she reappeared.

"You overslept, baby," she said. "It's nearly nine."

Jack suddenly sprang awake. "What?"

"If you plan to get any writing done, you'd better start pretty soon.
You know what Saturdays are like around here. I should have called you,
but I lost track of the time myself."

Jack gulped some of the coffee she had brought then jumped out of bed,
all thought of resting there gone. He hurriedly dressed, walked out to
the kitchen where Adie was scrambling some eggs. He sat at the dinette
and watched her lithe young form as she moved gracefully around in the
flower-design bathrobe. Her bare legs were still tanned from the summer
sun, and they were beautiful enough not to need stockings, he thought;
even her small feet, not normally a beautiful or appealing part of
anybody's anatomy, were cute to him. He ate the eggs and toast when she
served them and even talked a little. Usually, conversation was a
matter of grunts in the morning, neither of them very good at being
friendly after just rising, but the coffee helped this morning, as well
as the lovemaking of the night before. Sex was all important to a
marriage; they both agreed to that. Again he had another momentary
flash of imagining Bob Mason's wife in the bed with him, and not his
wife, but Jack quickly dispelled the idea from his mind as totally
unthinkable.

Writing was impossible. Jack retired to the study, rolled a fresh sheet
of yellow foolscap into the IBM electric typewriter and stared at the
keys. No bursts of inspiration came to him. He reread the few pages he
had so laboriously salvaged from the previous week's efforts, made a
face as he read them and then looked back at the virgin sheet. At this
rate, he was going to collect social security when he finished the
novel, he thought disgustedly; and with a rush of anger, he tore the
sheet from the machine, balled it up and threw it into the overflowing
wastepaper basket.

Somebody started to cut his lawn down the block, and the gas engine of
the mower made a tremendous racket. The man across the street added to
the disturbance by starting up a power saw to cut down the limbs of an
old oak tree in his front yard. Jack remembered the noise from two days
previous when the neighbor had started the project. He finished his
coffee morosely and walked out to the kitchen for a fresh cup. He
waited, knowing full well he was procrastinating as he heated the pot
on the stove.

Adie had dressed in a pair of black stretch pants and a white frilly
blouse. The blouse was sheer enough to see through, and her bra molded
her breasts like mountain peaks through fog. She was in the laundry
room, sorting the clothes for washing. Jack knew that at twelve she was
going to start the washing machine.

"Must you?" he said out loud.

"What?" Adie, not knowing to what he was referring, looked up,
startled. "You mean the washing? No, baby, I don't. Of course we won't
have any clean clothes next week."

Jack realized he had snapped at her for no good reason. "I'm sorry,
honey, I'm just upset. First I'm late getting started today, and now
all the racket ..." He sighed and drank some coffee. "I've got to get
away someplace."

"I know," Adie sympathized.

"Up to the mountains or down to the south coast or someplace where I
can go just like it was an office and I had a regular job. That's what
I need: a ritual, a regular schedule like I had at the Sentinel."

Adie had heard it all before, but she nodded in agreement, knowing full
well how futile the idea was with their meager savings. As she turned
back to her chore with the clothes, she thought about the week's food
and how to cut down on the cost a little more. Hamburger instead of
roast beef, hot dogs and casseroles and no desserts ...

Jack went back to the study, but for all his efforts, he wasn't able to
write anything even approximately worth saving by noon. The washing
machine went on as promised, and with a muffled frustrated curse Jack
threw in the towel and gave up for the day.

"Going well?" Adie asked when he appeared, knowing the answer even
before he said it.

"Like hell," he grumbled. He opened a beer and sat down in front of the
television set to watch an old movie, disgruntled.

At one, the phone rang. Adie answered it in the kitchen and then called
to Jack. He walked in and took the receiver; to his surprise, Bob Mason
identified himself.

"Hello Jack, how are you?" Mason asked.

"Fine. Say, this is a surprise."

"Well, it was really nice talking together the way we did last night,
and so I thought I'd call and tell you so."

"Thanks. Both Adie and I enjoyed it, too. You were a lifesaver."

Mason laughed heartily. "Same here. Say, how's the writing coming? Did
I interrupt you?"

"No, no, there were enough distractions to make me give it up an hour
ago."

"That is a shame, Jack"'

"Well, I'm just going to have to learn to cope with it, I guess."

"Maybe not. That's another reason I called. Sue and I came up with an
idea."

"Really?"

"We have a cabin at Salmon Creek on the Oregon coast. It's not very
posh, but it has a heater and electricity and running water, and you're
welcome to use it if you want."

Jack was pleasantly agape. "Well Bob, that's very kind of you to offer
..."

"Nonsense. Sue and I don't use it much anymore, and we'd like to have
somebody up there. It's probably pretty damned musty and could use some
living in so you'd be doing us a favor as much as we'd be helping you.
Should have thought of it last night. What do you say? I won't take no
for an answer!"

"In that case ... why yes, I'll be glad to Bob!"

"Fine! Great!" Mason said something to his wife about Jack accepting
the offer; then there were muffled sounds and he came back on. "Say,
Sue had a fine idea Jack. She has some free time this afternoon so if
you want to use the cabin immediately she'll meet you there. Around
four, if that's all right. She'll turn on the gas and the electricity,
show you where things are and give you the keys."

"Sounds good," Jack said. "Let me talk to Adie. Just a sec." he quickly
told his wife of their sudden good fortune, the Mason's generous offer.
His excitement was obvious. "What do you think, honey?" he asked her.

"I think it's marvelous," Adie said. Her voice was eager for him.

"Do you want to come along?"

She smiled ruefully. "Wouldn't you get more writing done if I didn't?"

"Well ... yes, probably so."

"Then you'd better go alone, honey. It'll just be for the weekend,
won't it?"

"I guess it will. Though if the Masons don't mind and things work out,
I'll most likely want to stay."

"Well, I can join you later on if that's the case."

Jack hesitated, looking at Adie for a moment and then decided that she
was right. Lord, it would be perfect! He could really get started in
the novel once he was in seclusion, away from all the interruptions,
and if he was alone this weekend, well, all the more work he could get
done. He said into the phone as he nodded at his wife, "Sounds just
great Bob. Adie doesn't think she should go for the weekend so I'll be
going up alone."

"Whatever you say," Mason answered amiably.

"How do I get there?"

"Take the southern freeway until you reach Portland and then pick up
Highway 1. You can get directions at any service station. Follow route
1 to Hopeful Bay. Salmon Creek is about five miles north, the turnoff
is adjacent to a State Fish and Game station there. Turn left and
follow the road to Parkwood Lane, about a half mile in. Turn right
there, and we're the fourth cabin on the right. Got all that?"

"Got it."

"Good luck, Jack."

"Thanks. Oh, and Bob, I can't tell you what this means. If there's
anything I can do for you ..."

"Forget it," Mason said. "That's what friends are for."

It took the better part of an hour to pack the Ford with the writing
necessities such as pens and paper and the IBM typewriter. There was an
air of joy about the whole thing, for both the Rolfes were elated at
this stroke of good fortune. They talked about how nice the Masons were
to help them this way, and how much in debt to them they were. At last
the car was loaded; Jack kissed his wife tenderly and drove away.

The drive was pleasant, leisurely, and the several miles went by
quickly. Most of it was freeway and Jack was able to make excellent
time. The road from Portland to Hopeful Bay and then north to the
Salmon Creek turnoff was barren of traffic and exceptionally pretty
with its Northern Oregon foliage. There was no fog and the sky was
clear. Jack hummed a popular tune as he drove, as though he didn't have
a worry in the world.

The cabin at Salmon Creek was small and smelled of fish and salt from
the Pacific Ocean nearby. It was on a slight rise with a large side
window overlooking the water. The cabin was of rough-hewn salt-eroded
redwood planks and the roof of redwood shingles sagged slightly in the
middle; the porch was lobsided, but Jack couldn't have cared less. This
was perfect as far as he was concerned, and the next neighbor was a
good quarter of a mile away. No kids, no mowers, no street work crews,
no telephone interruptions. Just the lapping of the waves and the
cracking of typewriter keys on paper.

He drove up next to the canary yellow TR-6 Triumph sportscar parked
near the porch. He assumed it was Sue Mason's car and that she was
already there, for it was next to the house and the stone chimney was
sending wisps of smoke into the crisp air. Jack felt strangely excited
as he walked across the grounds and tip the heavy plank steps to the
front door. He knocked on it twice.

There was a scrape of chair legs and then the tiny patter of feet. The
door opened. Sue stood easily, her hand on the knob, the other hand
grasping a freshly-made martini.

"Hi!" she greeted Jack cheerily. "Come on in to your new writing
studio."

He stopped, his mind stunned by Sue Mason's beauty. She had been
provocative at the party, but now this way, she was even more sensual.
She wore short-shorts of bright orange, so tight as to show her pubic
mound and its wide cleft clearly through the fabric between her thighs.
Her long statuesque legs, bronzed even more than Adie's were bare and
beautiful, and her belly was just as bronzed nude between the shorts
and an orange halter, flat and wrinkle free. Her breasts were barely
concealed by the thin strips of the halter, and Jack could almost see
her nipples. Her light brown hair seemed shorter than it had the night
before, and the pixie cut added to the vivacious effect her sparkling
green eyes gave forth.

"Come in, Jack," she repeated with a smile, moving aside with the fluid
ease of a cat. She seemed to sense his hesitation, for she laughed and
took a sip of her drink. "What's the matter, Jack?" she asked coyly.
"You took scared. I'm not going to eat you."

She didn't add the word she was thinking: "Yet."



Chapter 3


Jack grinned, a little self-consciously, and stepped past Sue into the
cabin's interior. The walls were constructed of unvarnished redwood,
the ceiling was high, with exposed studs, and the furniture was old and
comfortable, mainly rattan and old leather. There was a homey,
comfortable atmosphere to the cabin, and the dim, filtered afternoon
light added to its warm solidarity.

As Jack crossed the bare wooden floor, Sue shut the door and followed
him into the mail living room. He could smell a faint, musky perfume,
and the headiness of the odor made him slightly light-headed; images of
candlelight and soft music and brandy in fine old crystal decanters
flashed briefly through his mind. He shook his head, grinning his wry
grin; hell, next thing you knew he would be getting romantic notions
and half a hard-on, which would do him no good at all since Adie was
miles away in Seattle - and Sue Mason was strictly out of bounds.
Still, though, the lewd thoughts he had harbored about the voluptuous
Mrs. Mason after making love to Adie last night returned momentarily;
Christ yes, she would probably be one goddamned holy terror in bed, the
way she walked, and smiled, and smelled was irrefutable testimony to
that ...

Sue said, "Did you have any trouble finding the place, Jack?"

"No, no trouble at all."

"We were sure you wouldn't."

"This really is nice of Bob and you, Mrs. Mason ..."

"Sue."

"Well, all right ... Sue."

"It's our pleasure," she said. She smiled warmly at him, and her eyes
in the pale light were dancing with hot, sparking embers. "Would you
like to take the guided tour now, Jack?"

"Yes," he replied. "Fine."

The cabin had four rooms in addition to the huge main living room.
There were two small bedrooms, each equipped with a large double bed
and a dresser; a tiny kitchen with a stove and refrigerator; and a
circumscribed sun porch with floor-to-ceiling windows running the width
of the dwelling, which looked out on an oblong, fenced-in rear yard
with several pieces of lawn furniture and quite a few large shrubs and
bushes. Beyond the fence were rolling sand dunes, extending for about
five hundred years, and the dark, blue-black, white-capped surface of
the Pacific Ocean.

Sue concluded the tour on the sun porch, saying, "You could work out
here, Jack. Pull the bamboo blinds if the light gets too strong for
you." She indicated an oval redwood table at one end of the porch. "You
could use that as your desk."

Jack looked around. "Sounds great," he said. "Are there any electrical
outlets here? I've got an electric typewriter ..."

"Behind the settee there."

"Good. Perfect, in fact."

"Well," Sue said, smiling at him, moistening her lips with the tip of
her tongue. "Are you planning to do any work tonight?"

"I don't know," Jack mused. "I usually do my best writing in the
morning. I could work a little tonight, but I'd probably be wiser to
get a very early start in the morning."

"Then you wouldn't be averse to having a drink with me, would you?"

"Why ... no, not at all. In fact, I think I could use a drink after the
drive."

"Would you mind doing the honors, sir?" she asked lightly.

Jack grinned. "Not at all."

She reached out and took his hand. "Follow me."

He allowed her to lead him back into the living room. The touch of her
fingers on his hand had an odd, tingling effect on Jack; it was as if
there were tiny, hidden electrodes beneath her skin, vibrating through
to his flesh. He felt a certain dryness to his throat, and his eyes
were on the undulating rhythm of her rounded buttocks through the tight
orange shorts. Damn, but she was a hell of a sensual woman! he thought.
If he wasn't married, and she wasn't married ... well, there was no use
thinking about ifs, getting himself all worked up over nothing.

There was a roll-out bar near the large stone-and-mortar fireplace at
one end of the living room. As she slid the compact unit out of the
redwood wall, Sue said, "I'm afraid we really don't have much of a
liquor supply here. We seldom use the cabin."

Jack bent over to peer at the bottles. "Vermouth, sweet and dry; ruby
port; and ... what's this?" He lifted a large bottle of clear liquid
from the shelf.

"Ouzo," Sue said, smiling. She was standing very close to Jack now, her
hand brushing lightly against his arm. "My favorite! Do you like it,
Jack?"

"I don't think I've ever had any."

"It's very good," Sue told him. "It's a Greek liquor. Tastes a little
like licorice."

"Well ..." Jack said dubiously. "How do you mix it?"

"You don't," Sue said. "It's served over ice. I'll get some from the
refrigerator."

She moved away, returning moments later with a tray of ice. Jack had
put two glasses on the bar face, and she dropped two cubes into each
one. He uncapped the bottle and poured some of the clear liquid over
the ice; almost immediately, its consistency changed to an opaque,
almost milky one. "Hey!" he said. "I thought only Pernod did that."

"No, Ouzo does, too," Sue lifted her glass, waited until he followed
suit, and then said, "A toast. To your novel, and its ultimate
success."

"Thank you, ma'am." Jack sipped the drink, found that it did taste a
little like licorice and that it wasn't at all bad; in fact, it went
down quite smoothly.

"Like?" Sue asked.

"Hmmmm!"

"Shall we sit down on the couch?"

"All right."

They sat down. It seemed to Jack that Sue sat rather close to him. She
crossed one slim, tanned leg over the other, tightening the material of
her shorts into the sharply-defined slit of her crotch, making the
folds of her pussy bulge out in bas-relief the brilliant orange of the
material. She leaned forward slightly, holding her drink in one hand,
so that a good deal of the creamy white mounds of her full, globular
breasts were exposed to him - and just a hint of the ruby hardness of
her nipples. He felt a slight flush start on the base of his neck, but
he wasn't able to take his eyes from her provocative lushness. His
prick spasmed once, twice, beneath his trousers with beginning arousal.
Quickly, feeling a little ashamed, he took a long deep pull at his
glass draining the Ouzo.

"I'll make us another one," Sue said, taking a healthy sip of her own
drink. Before he could protest, she slid off the settee, took his
glass, and went to the bar. She was chuckling quietly to herself as she
refilled their glasses from the bottle of Ouzo. The liquor was one of
the world's finest and most subtle aphrodisiacs, though most people
were unaware of the fact; she'd been drinking it for a number of years,
and knew the effect it had on the masculine libido after three or four.
It increased her own Sexual fervor, too, though she could control
herself if she felt like it; not that she was going to feel like it, of
course. Yes Jack Rolfe was hers now, no mistake. She felt initial
droplets of fluid begin to flow from the sensitive walls of her cunt as
she thought about what would be taking place within the next hour. Oh,
she was going to throw a fuck that Mr. Jack Rolfe would never forget.
Never!

She carried the filled glasses back to Jack and handed him one. She was
aware of his eyes on her, and she glanced every now and then at the
front of his pants. She could see his cock pulsing there, jumping
spasmodically from time to time, pushing his trouser material out
briefly, and her cunt juices began to flow faster with increased
anticipation. The second drink disappeared even more rapidly than the
first, as she knew it would, and she quickly poured him another one. He
didn't protest at all but drank thirstily from it when she gave him the
glass.

Jack felt a warm, relaxed lethargy begin to flow over him. The drinks
were beginning to have an effect on him, he knew that, but the feeling
was so pleasant that he really didn't care. So what if he got a little
drunk tonight? As long as he didn't get really bombed, so that he had
such a hangover he couldn't work in the morning, why what the hell? Why
not celebrate? The use of this cabin, and the philanthropy of the
godsends that were the Mason's, merited celebrating; and, of course, it
wasn't every day that a man had the opportunity of getting mildly
looped with a woman as beautiful, as provocative, as Sue Mason.

She was really something, he thought admiringly. She exuded pure animal
sex, like a kind of miasma encompassing her invisibly as she walked,
moved, spoke. What he'd like to do, really like to do, would be to
reach out at this moment and take her in his arms, kiss her, love her
up a little ... oh, not anything more than that, he wouldn't fuck her
or anything, but Lord it would be nice to kiss those soft red lips,
caress those hot-looking white breasts, tweak the nipples into rock-
hardness, take each one in his mouth and roll it around and around his
tongue ...

He felt his cock jerk into sudden, instant rigidity, as if it were
alive, as if it were straining for release from its cloth prison. He
tried to will it limp again, to banish the lewd thoughts swirling in
his mind, but it remained throbbingly blood swollen. Guiltily, his eyes
went to Sue's face.

She was looking at the bulge in his pants.

And she was smiling with half-parted lips and fervid eyes.

"Why, Jack!" she said in mock surprise, mock reproof. "Whatever were
you thinking about to have that happen now?"

"I ... well, I ... ," he stuttered.

Sue laughed deep in her throat.

"Sue, I ... I'm sorry, it's just that I ..." he faltered.

"I know what it is," she whispered. "I know why you have a hard-on
Jack."

His breath quickened at her vernacular term. "You ... you do?"

"You have a hard-on because you want to fuck me," she said. "That's
right, isn't it, Jack" You do want to fuck me, don't you?"

"Oh God!" he managed to breathe. His prick seemed to be palpitating
wildly in his pants now, and his brain reeled. Had he heard correctly?
Yes, yes, of course he had. But why was Sue talking to him like that?
What was the matter with her? Oh Christ, he could feel his balls begin
to ache from the pressure of his gathering sperm; he really needed it,
he really did, and Sue Mason talking to him like that wasn't helping
matters any. Didn't she know what might happen, saying obscene words
like that to a man? Didn't she know? He took another long swallow of
his Ouzo, and found that his hand was trembling slightly.

She leaned close to him, and he could feel her breath on his cheek,
like the scorching heat of a white-hot firebrand. She touched his knee,
lightly, but her fingers seemed to sear right through the cloth. "Well,
Jack"" she asked. "Wouldn't you like to fuck me? Wouldn't you really?"

"Sue ... Christ, Sue, cut it out! I'm ... only human ... !"

"And so am I, Jack dear. So am I," she purred on. "My cunt is on fire
right now. And the only thing that can put out that fire is a big, hard
cock, Jack. I can tell you do."

And she reached out and touched the throbbing bulge.

He almost lept off the couch in a convulsing reaction to the electrical
shock of her touch on his sensitive penis, encased though it was. Sue
stroked it lightly, tantalizingly, sliding closer to him as he tried to
pull back, increasing the rhythm of her strokes. Her breasts pressed
hotly, softly against his arm, and her lips found his jaw line, traced
a pattern upward along his cheek and then over to search for his mouth.
Her tongue trailed a path of liquid fire along the skin of his face as
her hand continued to rub his already uncomfortably swollen prick.

"Sue ... please, for Christ's sake!"

"You want to fuck me, don't you?" Sue repeated, droning the words in an
almost mesmeric voice, like a hypnotist practicing her art on an
unwilling but nonetheless hypnotizable subject. "You want to fuck me,
Jack you want to fuck me."

"No, I ... no! ... oh Jesus, yes, yes, yes yes yes yes!"

He couldn't help himself. The words tore from his throat, in a
strangled kind of whisper that he scarcely recognized, and then his
mouth was grinding against her, his tongue was flailing deep, deep into
her mouth. Sue's hand began to move faster on his turgid prick, and she
sucked and nibbled at his tongue, swirling her own tongue around and
around his, darting it into his mouth and then drawing it back to
accept the onslaught of his probing member. As if with a will of its
own, Jack's left hand came up and found her breast, squeezed and
kneaded the flesh momentarily, then dipped inside the orange halter to
draw the garment down and away, exposing her nude breast with its fiery
nipple and dark brown areola. He could feel the wetness from the
seminal fluid which seeped from the gland on the hardening tip of his
prick as she continued to massage him with a practiced thoroughness
until he thought the head would surely erupt.

And then, suddenly, with his finger kneading the resilient flesh of her
magnificent tits and his cock jerking almost out of control, the full
impact of what he was doing struck Jack's mind like a mailed fist.

My God! he thought wildly. No, this is wrong, all wrong, I'm a married
man, a happily married man ... this is wrong, it's sick, Jesus ... what
would Adie say? What would she say if she could see what was happening
right now, my hand on another woman's breast and that woman's hand
stroking and rubbing my cock ... I can't go through with it, I just
can't.

The guilt was so strong within him that he wrenched violently away from
Sue, pulling his mouth from her, turning his body so that her hand left
his bulging lap. His face was flushed a brilliant crimson - partially
from shame and partially from his intense arousal. He averted his eyes,
looking at the far wall, breathing deeply, raggedly.

"What's the matter, lover?" Sue asked casually beside him, and then,
with full feminine perception: "You're having an attack of conscience,
aren't you? You're thinking about your wife."

"Y-yes," Jack managed to answer. "What ... what are we doing ... what
we were leading up to ... Christ Sue, it was crazy, it was all wrong."

"Was it?" she asked.

"Yes ... of course ..."

"I don't think so," she said.

"Yes ... yes."

"You want to fuck me as much as I want you to fuck me," she teased in
that droning voice of her. "you know it and I know it. So why pretend
any different, Jack?"

"Jesus, Sue!"

"It's purely a physical matter." she continued. "You want to get into
my soft, wet pussy, and I want your big cock inside me. That's all,"
her lewd words floated across to his mind.

"I ... I Iove my wife."

"Sure you do. And I love my husband. But that doesn't have anything to
do with us, with here and now, with fucking."

No, no I don't want to hear any more! Jack thought with gathering
panic. It's wrong, it's wrong, but what she says is true in some ways,
you don't have to love a woman to want to fuck her ... but no, damn it,
no, I can't do it!

He jumped up from the couch, standing with his back to Sue, staring at
the wall again. His heart hammered violently in his chest, and he was
aware that his prick was still granite-hard in his pants, that it was
still seeping hot droplets of lubrication. But he had to compose
himself, find a way to get Sue to leave, or better yet to leave
himself, to get far, far away from her and to hell with the goddamned
novel ...

Sue's voice whispered huskily behind him, "Jack, lover."

He turned, gathering his courage to say what had to be said, but when
he saw her the words froze in his throat. His mouth hinged open, and
his eyes seemed to bulge goiter-like.

She stood before him completely nude.

She had unhooked the halter and stepped out of the brief shorts; the
articles of clothing made a puddle of brilliantine color on the bare
floor at her feet. She stood with her legs spread wide apart, her head
and shoulders pulled back, her hands knuckled provocatively on her
proud, bronzed hips. She was smiling at him with her mouth parted, her
teeth slightly bared, the tip of her wet, pink tongue showing. The wet,
petal-like, hair-lined lips of her vagina were presented to his eyes
like an Aztec virgin on a sacrificial altar, waiting for a huge,
plunging weapon to stab into her. The brown triangular bush of her
pubic triangle glistened lewdly in the pale afternoon light. Her high,
perfectly rounded breasts, startling alabaster white against the deep
tan of her other parts, jutted out like twin, inviting ruby-crested
mountain peaks, waiting to be climbed, asking to be conquered. Her
legs, so long, so slender, so satiny smooth-looking at their inner
thighs, were moist with the flowing juices of her passion-flowered
cuntal mouth.

"Well, lover?" she asked "Do you like what you see?"

"Sue ..." Her name choked past his swollen throat, but that was all. He
couldn't say anything else. He could only stare at her, at her
loveliness, at her completely lewd, wanton pose - and his cock began
its maddening pulsations again in his pants.

Slowly, slowly, Sue lifted her hands, her eyes fastened on his, and
began to slide her palms up and down, up and down, along her silky
sides from the outer swells of her breasts to her flanks. Then she
cupped her tits, kneading them lightly, pushing them out toward him as
if presenting him with two forbidden but delicious gifts of flesh. Then
her hands were stroking her belly, moving down ever so slowly until the
tips of her pink-tinted nails were just touching the golden brown
fleece of her pubic triangle. She held that pose for a long moment,
thumbs pressing against her slender, sculptured sides, fingers splayed
across her belly. Jack stood as if transfixed, unable to move, unable
to speak, captured totally and completely by the strange fascinating
allure of this woman before him, the absolute lustful sexuality of the
scene he was witnessing. His penis seemed to be screaming with his
ever-increasing arousal.

Slowly, Sue's hands began to move again, the fingertips dipping lower
through her soft downy pubic hair, blazing a path toward the glistening
pink slit between her legs. When she reached it, she placed the thumb
and forefinger of her left hand on either side of the soft, glistening
lips and spread them slowly, slowly, apart, revealing the trembling
pink bud of her erect clitoris to Jack's lust-ridden gaze. With her
right forefinger, then, she traced down, down, until the tip came in
contact with the miniature phallus. She began to stroke it, titillating
it back and forth, round and round, sending more rivulets of her
lubrication trailing down her inner thighs. And while she stroked her
clit, rubbing her finger in madening cadence along the gaping crevice
of her wet, pink cunt, she began to talk to him in her droning,
mesmeric voice.

"I want to fuck you, lover. I want to fuck you like you've never been
fucked before. I want to put my finger in your asshole while you're
fucking me, and I want you to do the same for me. And afterward, I want
to suck your big, throbbing cock, suck it until I milk you dry and then
I'll lick your asshole, I'll put my tongue in it until I make you hard
again. I want you to kiss my pussy, I want your tongue where my finger
is now, licking biting and kissing my clit, I want ..."

On and on she intoned, and the words - the absolute perverted obscenity
of what he was hearing - lashed Jack's mind into a swirling frenzy. Oh
Christ, he had to have her! He didn't care about Adie, he didn't care
about anything now, the only thing that mattered were Sue's lewd, vile
words in his ears, the sight of her manipulating her own genitals in
surging billows of heat in his scrotum as his cum churned and rolled,
begging for release. He had to have her, yes, yes ...

He had to fuck her!

As if he was somehow spirit-free from his body, he watched himself
objectively as his legs worked, moving his body forward, bringing him
closer to her. He watched her finger cease its rhythmic motion on her
clitoris as he approached, and her smile turn to one of triumph as she
claimed her victory beyond any doubt. His hands went out to her,
touched her shoulders - but then she was moving back away from him,
saying softly, "Not here, lover. In the bedroom."

He followed her mutely, blindly, like a faithful dog after its master,
his body and his mind afire with his consuming passion. she led him
into one of the two bedrooms, stepping over to the bed, lying back on
it with her legs spread as wide as she was able to splay them. "Get
naked, lover," she whispered up to him. "I want to see the big rod of
yours. I want to see how well hung you are. Show me your cock, lover.
Let me see it."

With numbed fingers, mindless with desire, Jack undid his belt, took
off his trousers, his shirt, stepped out of his shorts. He stood there
before her, as if waiting for queenly approval, his thick, blood-raged
shaft standing out at right angle from his loins, quivering, drooling
fluid from its blind eye.

"Oh, it's lovely, Jack, just lovely. As big as I knew it would be." She
laughed very softly. "You do want to put it inside me, don't you? Tell
me you want to put it inside me."

"Yes ... yes, I want to put it inside you!" The words leaped from his
throat hoarsely, in a voice he had never heard before.

"You want to fuck me, don't you?"

"Yes, yes, I want to fuck you!"

"How? How do you want to fuck me, lover?"

"Deep!" he cried. "Deep and hard! I want to jam my cock up to your
throat! I want to make you scream for me! I want to fuck you like
you've never been fucked before!"

"Yes, lover, that's the way! That's the way I want it!"

A small, tortured cry rended itself from the very core of Jack's being
and he flung himself onto the bed beside her. He dragged her into the
enveloping fold of his arm, not caring about anything but this soft,
warm, musky-smelling woman pressed tightly to him. He was dimly, very
dimly, aware that later, when it was over, there would be remorse,
self-loathing, but at that moment he didn't care; he just didn't care.

He showered hot, moist kisses over her face, her throat, into the
valley of her breasts, his hands moving over the smooth hills of her
buttocks, cupping them, squeezing the flesh. She was breathing into his
ear, hot and sweet, and her tongue flicked out to dance inside the
orifice, racing along the soft skin of his sensitive inner ear. Her
hand searched down between their tightly clasped bodies, located the
rock-hardness of his penis. He gasped as the hot, searing tips of her
fingers closed over his rigid penis member, and then his mouth closed
over hers and their tongues lashed and twirled one another, as if
trying to blend into one. She crushed the full length of her body
against his and ground her pelvis hard into him - and then she twisted
suddenly, pulling him over astride her, opening her legs as wide as
they had been before. Her cunt flared open, dripping, waiting.

Sue's hands were running wildly up and down along his body, tracing the
hard muscles of his shoulders, the cleft of his back, the hirsute
cheeks of his ass, exploring all of him as if he was an uncharted
island and she as inveterate explorer. His cock rested hard, trailing
dribbles of liquid, against her thighs, pressed into the narrow, hair-
lined slit of her cunt. She arched for a moment, levering their
entwined bodies up with the strength of her back. She reached under her
buttocks, then, with both hands, pulling her vaginal lips slowly apart,
giving his cock greater contact with the moist, sensitive flesh as it
lay cradled in the full length of her wet, throbbing crevice. She
relaxed, dropping her body back to the bed, his rigid shaft trapped
hotly between her down-soft thighs.

He forced his hands between her shoulders and the bed and ran them down
the soft curves of her back and hips, making little mewling sounds deep
in his throat. The raised ridges of her spine felt hot, white-hot, to
him as she undulated her body against him in slow, teasing rhythm. The
sinews of her muscles rippled lightly just under the thin tanned skin,
giving testimony to the secret, predatory power she possessed. The
tenseness of the cords in her thighs pressed against the outside of his
hips, and he wondered vaguely how they would grip around him moments
from now, when he sent his pistoning cock burrowing deep, into her
innermost depths.

"You feel good, lover," she breathed. "All of you feels good, but your
cock feels the best of all." Her nails trailed across his back, leaving
small red welts in their sharp path. Jack pushed his hands farther down
beneath her, cupping the fullness of her ass in the palms of sweat-
slick hands, pulling her crotch hard against him. He moved up and down
the fiery slit, sensing it grow wetter and wetter as her passion
seethed out of her. Her buttocks began a more desperate rotation up
against his loins until her legs, without warning, snaked out wide on
either side of him, her calves locking against the back of his thighs,
pulling him tighter to her. "Oohhhh, fuck me!" she wailed. "Fuck me
now, Jack lover, fuck me, fuck me, fuckkkkkmeeeeeeee!"

He began to thrust forward, but her pelvis was already grinding forward
and her hands were already between their bodies, circling around his
palpitating cock to guide it between the lips of her surging cunt. Jack
groaned animally as he felt her hands move his prick up and down
between her legs, running the length of her crotch, parting the soft,
fleecy hair of her vagina with the sensitive, blood-excruciating now,
and he knew he couldn't hold back another second. Now! He had to fuck
her now!

He flexed his hips with a sudden cruel, driving thrust that drove his
huge, rock-hard penis deep up into the hot, gaping, mouth of her hungry
pussy, drove it home with a flesh-splitting crash.

"Aaaaaaarrrrrrrrggggggghhhhhhh!" she screamed beneath him.

He felt the elastic sheath slip wetly, hotly, around his fleshy rod,
consuming it as it raced to the full length of her belly, her seeping
vaginal walls lubricating the way. Suddenly, he hit bottom, his balls
slapping with a resounding, staccato sound against the mooned cheeks of
her ass.

"OOooooohhhhhhhh!" she screamed again. "Ohhhh, that's it, lover, that's
the way to fuck me, that's itttttt!"

Jack ground his pelvis into the squirming pliant flesh beneath him,
fucking into Sue with long, hard strokes. She strained back under him,
arching her loins up at him, lifting them both a few inches off the
squeaking, already-sweat-soaked bedspread. She moaned and mewled wildly
under his pounding, driving body now, opening and closing her legs
around his hips as she worked up and down in a pagan rhythm. Her mouth
gaped open wide, her head flailing from side to side in wild, insane
abandon.

"Ohhhh, it's ... good, lover ... good like I knew it would be ...
oooohhhhh yessssss! That's the way, that's it. Now shove your finger in
my ass! Do it now, Jack, do it now! Shove your finger in my ass and
make me scream for you!"

In slave-like obedience, Jack reached under her, between her rotating
buttocks as he drove his pistoning cock into the hot moistness of her
pussy. He stretched the moons of her ass wide with his hands, and then
dipped his middle finger toward her anus, found it. A small stream of
warm moisture was running down the widespread crevice from where he was
fucking into her. It lubricated the tight puckered anal ring, and he
probed experimentally for a moment. Then he thrust forward with his
middle finger, hard, feeling the rubbery opening yield slightly;
suddenly, the nether ring gave way completely, and his finger slid in
up to the first knuckle in the tight elasticity of her anal passage.
She leapt her body upward to crash into his with a wet, slapping sound
at the sudden, lancing pain of his digital entrance. And then she was
screaming for him, saying, "Aaaagggghhhh, it hurts, it hurts, but I
like it, I like it!"

He thrust again, sinking his finger to the second knuckle.

"Oooooooohhhhh! Yesssss, that's it, hurt me, hurt me!"

Despite her cries, he felt Sue suddenly begin to screw her buttocks
back down on his worming finger until it was sunk to the palm of his
hand. He waggled it inside her fleshy passage, eliciting more cries of
pain and passion from her. He could feel through the thin wall of flesh
separating her two passages, the underside of his driving prick sliding
in and out of her wet cunt; he timed the thrusts of his finger with the
forward stabs of his monstrous rod, impaling her on two strong, hard,
immovable objects. She groaned wildly under him, and he could feel his
cock growing and expanding inside her until it felt as though it were
going to burst from the exquisite pleasure building in his balls. He
had to cum soon, he had to, he had to! If he didn't cum, he was going
to go out of his goddamned mind! Oh Jesus, he had never known it could
be like this, this good, never, never... !

He wanted her to cum too, to mingle his bursting juices with hers
simultaneously, and he began ramming his prick into her still harder,
in time with his burgeoning finger skewering into the rubbery depths of
her rectum. She gripped him tight between her imprisoning thighs,
opening and closing them around him in time to his long, hard thrusts,
and he knew that Mason's wife was approaching her orgasm. He continued
the merciless thrusting of his cock and his finger with all the
strength he possessed in his muscled body.

"Aaaaaggggghhhhh, fuck it, that's it, lover, fuck it hard.
Fuuuuuuucccccckkkkkiiiiittttt!"

She continued to chant the words, over and over, drawing each syllable
out, spurring him on to greater heights with her obscene mumblings,
pounding her heels with rhythmic tempo on his back as she jack-knifed
her legs up to mash them against her breasts, offering him the full
expanse of her upturned crotch. Her eyes rolled like a hopeless drunk,
her face contorted with lust as she sought to achieve her imminent
release.

And then -

"I'm ... there ... oh God I'm there!

I'm ... c c c c c c u u u u u u u u mmmmmmmmniiiiinnnggg!"

The words burst from her throat in a low, banshee wail, piercing his
eardrums, and she pulled her thighs back tighter until the whole of her
widespread crotch was presented to his heaving pelvis. Her ankles
locked over his shoulders, and she squirmed her hips beneath him in a
wild, uninhibited dance of ecstasy, screaming out her orgasm to him.

Jack felt the warm, gushing juices of her climax seethe and flow around
his thundering cock as he battered his body brutally against hers, as
she locked herself up on his prick with all the power in her thighs, as
her loins spasmed convulsively against his belly. And then the great,
swirl of heat which were building, building in his testicles became
unbearable, and he gasped again and again, and finally the hot sticky
load began its frenzied rush from his bloated scrotum along the tube of
his cock. He began to spew hot, thin streams into her sucking cunt in a
seemingly never-ending burst, emptying his very being deep, deep up
into the warm inner depths of her lusting pussy. He moaned his last
final droplet, an eternity later, and then his cock began to deflate;
he withdrew it slowly, with a soft poppping sound, trailing thin
gossamer-like threads of semen along her belly as he rolled over beside
her, his mouth open and his breath wheezing forth like a gaffed sea
bass.

A long moment passed, and Sue said quietly, "That was lovely, Jack. It
really was lovely. I don't know when I've been fucked so good."

He didn't answer. He just lay there, satiated, completely fulfilled. He
knew he should feel guilty now, feel the first stirring wave of
remorse, shame, self-depreciation. But they weren't forthcoming. He
felt only like a full-blooded, virile man, a man who had satisfied a
true, sensual woman and in turn been satisfied himself, he felt a
certain power, a certain complacency, a much-needed bolstering of his
masculine ego. With Adie, he had never known that feeling, had known
only a vague, veiled sense of inadequacy and frustration, as if there
were something the matter with his lovemaking which prevented him from
really arousing her deepest, hidden emotions.

Adie. His wife's name echoed again and again in his mind, and a small
part of him tried to make the guilt, the shame, come; but the virile
man fought the thoughts away, and he simply lay there, feeling the warm
heat of the woman next to him, smelling the musk of her perfume and the
permeating odor of their consummated lust.

He felt Sue stir, then, and suddenly she was on all fours beside him,
hovering over his belly, staring down at his now-limp cock glistening
with the coagulating juices of her recent orgasm. She said. "I'm going
to teach you things you never even knew existed. Would you like that?"

He ran his tongue across his lips, found them to be dry again. He felt
a tremor course through his loins. Could he get another hard-on so
soon? Was that possible? "Yes," he answered. "Yes, teach me, teach me!"

Her head dropped slowly toward his groin, and suddenly her tongue
flicked out, the tip boring teasingly into the glans opening, causing a
thin oozing, the final stage of his cum, to flow forth and disappear
into her eagerly lapping mouth. She ran her tongue along the flaccid
expanse of his prick, down over his soft, wrinkled scrotum, wiping away
her own orgasm juices before they could fully coagulate on his
genitals. She smiled as she bent to her task, for Jack's prick was
beginning to show signs of hardening again, was stirring beneath her
expert oral manipulations. She drew her head back and let him see her
smile, and then she said, "I'm going to kiss your lovely cock until it
gets hard again, lover. Then I'll suck you for a while. Would you like
that?"

"Yes ... oh, yes!"

"After that, we'll take a towel and go out in the rear yard. We'll
sixty-nine under the open sky. Have you ever done that before, Jack?"

"No, God, it sounds wonderful!"

"It will be," she promised. "It will be, lover."

As she bent her head to his cock and his balls again, Jack knew that
this was going to be an afternoon he would not soon forget ...

* * *

When the doorbell rang, Adie Rolfe was busily vacuuming the living
room. With Jack gone, she had decided that it was a good time to do a
little spring housecleaning; she had been hard at that chore -
rearranging furniture, waxing floors, dusting, vacuuming, cleaning out
closets and cupboards - since he'd left for the Mason's cabin some two
hours earlier. She hadn't even paused to fix herself anything to eat.

At the sound of the door chimes, she switched off the vacuum and ran
one slender hand through her long raven hair. She looked down at her
attire - black, stirrup-footed stretch pants and a sleeveless, pale
green jersey blouse - and ruefully hoped it wasn't anybody important
(like Jack's agent or somebody, even though she knew that was
ridiculous). She padded across to the door and opened it, and her eyes
widened in momentary surprise. But then she smiled warmly and said,
"Why ... hello, Bob! This is a pleasant surprise!"

Bob Mason smiled cheerily at her. "Hi, Adie looks like you've been
doing a little housework."

"A lot of it, actually," Adie corrected lightly. "Won't you come in?"

"Thanks." He stepped in past her. "Nice little place you got here," he
observed.

"Well, it's pretty small. As soon as Jack finishes the novel, and we
get the rest of the money according to his contract, we're going to
move into something a little larger."

"Don't pick Sea View," Mason said "Too damned much fog."

Adie laughed. "Can I get you something, Bob?"

"No, thanks. Listen, Adie, the reason I dropped over is that I had a
great idea. I was sitting home, staring at the television, and I got to
thinking how you were likely home all alone, too. Well, since our
spouses are both at the cabin in Salmoon Creek, I said to myself, 'Why
shouldn't Adie and I drive down and meet them there? We could all have
dinner together, to sort of celebrate things'." He grinned down at her.
"What do you think of the idea?"

"Well ... I don't know. If Jack's working on his novel ..."

"I don't really think he'd mind. After all, this is the first day up
there; he's going to have many more of them in which to work. I thought
it would be enjoyable for all of us. And it'll give you a chance to
look over the old man's new workshop."

"Well ..." Adie said again. "All right, maybe it would be fun at that.
Shall I change my clothes?"

"Heck, no," Mason answered. He waved a hand to indicate his polo shirt
and sports slacks and canvas shoes. "Ultra-casual, that't the epitome
of sartorial elegance, as far as I'm concerned."

Adie chuckled appreciatively. "Okay, then. But if my husband is angry,
you'll have to shoulder the blame," she teased.

"Deal."

Adie fetched her purse. She debated briefly putting away the vacuum,
and straightened up a little more - and then decided that that could
wait until tomorrow. She would have plenty of time for continued
housewifely chores then.

Gaily, she took Bob Mason's arm. "Shall we go, Sir?"

"By your leave, madam."

They were both laughing as they climbed into Mason's impressive Lincoln
Continental parked in front.



Chapter 4


The drive from Seattle was beautiful and relaxing, and Adie sat next to
Bob Mason with pleasure. She talked continually, usually about nothing
in particular or especially important. Things were finally going well
for her, for Jack, and she felt the need to talk, to release some of
her bubbling enthusiasm. Mason smiled and drove the Continental with
one ear cocked toward the young, beautiful woman.

Occasionally Mason would add something, but only to praise Jack, and
this made Adie all the more glad that she had decided to accompany him.
The miles passed swiftly, and the quiet comfort of the luxury
automobile made the passage of time effortless. Yes, Adie was at the
very height of happiness. Her husband could get the book finished at
last, she would not be worried nearly so much over him, and the two of
them had met just the finest of people, the Masons ...

Shortly after they passed through the Suburbs Mason said: "Reach in the
back, Adie, and open the ice chest, will you?"

Adie turned her body, noticing the bright red styrofoam container
balanced on the rear seat. Mason watched her as she moved, her legs
stretching the elastic of her pants as she brought them up under her,
as she swivelled to lean over the back rest. Her breasts were outlined
against the thin jersey blouse, the material clinging to the bra
underneath so that her protruding hillocks were shadowed and detailed
provocatively. She flattened them against the cushions as she leaned,
and Mason gave out an involuntary groan of desire, for he wanted to
have his palms around those breasts, squeezing and kneading and
pressing them into the same kind of shape. She kneeled on the seat,
exclaiming, "Oh! What did you bring along, Bob?"

"Open it and see, Adie." He brought his vision back to the highway, his
tongue licking dry, hungry lips. "I wasn't sure whether Jack would have
thought to stop for groceries, so there's some steaks in there, along
with some leftover cole slaw and some other things."

Adie laughed and squirmed her tightly-encased buttocks in an
unconscious way. "You're probably right about Jack. I don't think he'd
remember me, once he's there by himself. That book seems to have taken
over everything."

Mason chuckled. "Well, it'll all work out for the best, if the book is
a success. Which I'm sure it will be."

Adie started to turn around again, but Mason stopped her, placing a
hand on her upper thigh. "Grab the thermos in there, will you, Adie?"

She hesitated from the touch of his friendly, almost too friendly -
hand on her leg. Oh, his morals were unquestionable, of course, and she
felt perfectly safe with him in the car ... but still a faint, swiftly
passing mental image of him, a perfect stranger, lewdly grasping and
pawing her, rippled with cold dread through her mind, and she froze,
shivering slightly.

The hand stayed a split second too long, she thought, but before she
could object or move away, or really become aware that the hand was the
menace her intuition warned her it was, Mason placed it back on the
steering wheel.

"And a couple of those plastic cups, too," he added.

It must have been her imagination, Adie thought, returning to comply
with his request. She lifted the lid of the case and on top of the
cubed ice, packed next to the butcher-paper-wrapped steaks, was a
large, ribbed aluminum thermos jug. The cups were handily beside the
thermos, and she took two along with the thermos as she rolled around
to face front again.

"What's this, Bob?"

"Well, it was for tonight, but I've developed a thirst for some reason
...," he paused, smiling at her warmly but honestly.

She unscrewed the thermos cap and poured a small cupful of its
contents. "What is it?"

"Vodka Collins. I made them before I left today." Again the open,
frank, almost boyish grin crossed his features. "See that? I
remembered."

"Remembered?" For a moment Adie didn't understand, and then she
recalled asking him to fetch her a drink at the Danton party. "Oh, you
mean - " She had to smile back. "Yes, it is my favorite drink. In fact,
about the only one I really like."

"Have some, then," he urged.

"I don't know ... it's too early in the day."

"Go ahead. There's plenty."

Adie poured herself a glass and slowly sipped the Collins. As she did,
a vicarious thrill, brought about by the teenage act of drinking in a
car, completely blanked out her fleeting fear of a moment previous.
"Mmmmm. This is good, Bob," she enthused.

"I used to be a bartender years ago," he said proudly.

Well, now, Adie thought as the car sped on towards Salmon Creek. This
is really the last word, drinking in the middle of the afternoon with a
strange man in his fancy Continental. A little twinge of schoolgirl
guilt made her giggle inwardly, and her mind recalled a long-ago drive-
in movie when she was in her freshman year of college, and the six-
packs of beer her date had taken along, and her abandoned actions after
the alcohol had gotten somewhat to her. Another shiver crossed her
mind, and the fuzzy picture of that night returned, as it had many
times. That was the night after she had first seen a man's erect organ,
standing like a sentry, guarding the trouser's open fly - and the first
time she had handled one, though not allowing it to capture her
virginity. But close, so close ...

Well, that was enough of that kind of thinking! She pressed her
buttocks into the cushion, "Here's to Jack," she said.

"Here's to him, all right. I hope he gets everything he deserves, Adie.
Everything."

She took a heavier swallow from her cup, the bittersweet liquid warming
her belly with comfortable fire. She had to watch it - she hadn't had
anything to eat since breakfast. But before she could protest, Mason
had picked up the thermos from the seat and refilled her cup, placing
his empty cup down as he did so. She in turn refilled his.

By the time they reached the Salmon Creek turnoff, Adie was happier
than ever. The liquor had soothed her into a mellow effervescence. As
they approached the redwood cabin, she recognized the Ford in front as
Jack's and hers, and with a squeal, she said: "Are we there, Bob? Oh,
is that the cabin? It's lovely!"

Mason had to laugh at her impassioned words, and was tempted to reach
over and squeeze her leg again; but he remembered her rather negative
reaction to his familiar attempt earlier, and decided against it. He
drove up next to the Ford, and shut off the quiet engine and stepped
out. The sand was noiseless under his feet. He shut his door as quietly
as he could, and Adie latched the passenger door with feminine grace,
making not a sound.

Perfect, he thought, perfect. Now if everything was as planned ...

Adie impulsively locked her arm with his as they walked to the cabin.
"They must be inside," she said. They walked to the front window and
she peered in. "Oh, this is perfect, Bob. It really looks comfortable
inside. But I don't see Jack and Sue."

"Oh, they're around somewhere," Mason answered, his face slightly
frowning as though he was somewhat worried. "The cars are here." Then
he turned and smiled. "Perhaps they took a walk down to the beach."

Suddenly, the sounds of giggling and girlish twittering reached Mason's
and Adie's ears. It seemed to be coming from around to the rear of the
cabin.

"Oh God, Sue, you fuck like Aphrodite personified!"

Adie froze, her mind, so full of happiness, torn asunder by the crude,
lascivious sentence she had heard. Her face contorted with confused
horror, and she turned to Mason. Her breath seemed choked in her throat
like a lump of molten steel. "Wha-what was that?" she managed.

"I don't know. It sounded like a man. Like Jack!" he whispered.

Mason, the picture of indignation and anger, grabbed Adie's tender
hand. "C'mon, let's see what the hell is going on!"

"But Bob, I -"

They were interrupted by the sound of more lewd words, this time from a
woman's lips. Adie couldn't believe it, but the voice sounded exactly
like Sue Mason's!

"Oooohhhhh, yes, oh yes, Jack! I love it, I love it like that! Now kiss
me! Lick my cunt, my flaming cunt before the juices all run out! Ohhhh
...!"

Adie was almost pulled off her feet by the prodding Bob Mason. She
wanted to run, to flee from what her brain told her was an
impossibility - but yet an all too real reality. She felt like the
heroine in a cheap Hollywood horror movie, about to open the iron-clad
vault door and let the monster loose. She tried to stall, to dig her
heels into the ground, but the sand was too soft and Mason's strength
too much. They rounded the corner of the building, the murmurings
growing louder and the moans of passion now becoming distinct.

"You like fucking me, don't you, Jack?"

"Yes, God, I like it. I love it! Your pussy is like some magic perfume
of the Gods, sweet, so sweet!"

"Turn around, lover. I want to taste your cock while you suck me."
There was silence for a moment, and Adie heard the rustling of bodies
upon a sheet or blanket as the man - no longer just a man, but her
Jack, her husband! - turned to do as bid.

Still confused, still unready to accept the fact of her husband's
infidelity so callously at hand, Adie let Mason take her to the rear
wall of the cabin; and there, hidden by the overgrown bushes, she
peered onto the sandy stretch of back yard. She took one, quick glance,
and her whole, wonderful world shattered like crystal glass. She tried
to scream, to yell, to blot out the scene she was witnessing, but the
horror, the outrageous deflation of her soul, was too great. Abjectly,
she turned and buried her now tear-streaked face into the comforting
broadness of Mason's chest.

"Oh, no ... no, no, it can't be! Not my Jack!" she moaned, her sounds
of anguish muffled by Mason's body. "I don't believe it!"

What she had so briefly seen was Jack and Sue Mason locked in the age-
old embrace of mutual oral manipulation. They were lying on a fluffy
beach towel, completely nude, their hands coursing over each other's
hot, sweating bodies, their mouths and tongues buried in each other's
pubic area. They squirmed and writhed as though demon possessed, the
wet, lewd sounds of their mutual sucking resounding through the salty
air.

Bob Mason maintained his shocked, indignant expression as he saw his
wife moaning with abandon while she sucked the large, glistening cock
sawing between her lips, as he saw Jack's wildly bobbing head tear into
the pink, tender flesh of her pussy. Inwardly, he glowed with
satisfaction and sadistic pleasure, and he felt his cock harden in his
pants. He brushed against the sobbing Adie, feeling her lithe, firm
curves mold themselves to his body, and he had a sudden, almost
overwhelming desire to grab her, strip the few wisps of clothes off
between them and join the couple on the large towel. But he knew women
well enough to be certain this was not the proper time. He would have
to wait until the horrified and helpless shock in Adie turned into
anger and revenge. A scorned or wronged woman would do anything against
her errant mate and abandon the morals of a lifetime doing so. He would
bide his time and slowly work her into the temper he needed.

"I don't believe it!" she gasped again.

Mason smiled cynically and folded his arms about her protectively.
"It's true, Adie. I'm afraid it's true."

She shuddered. "They're acting like ... animals!" She tried to blank
out the horrid, disgusting scene, but her mind's eye kept focusing on
the picture of Jack and Sue in their perverted pose. How could he do
such a thing? She remembered the previous night, when he had tried to
push his head down on her own sexual genitals and she had stopped him.
And now he was doing that to another woman ...

Almost hypnotically, Adie turned and saw again the fantastic sight
before her. All she saw or cared about was the horrible lewdness being
performed on the towel, and she gaped in disbelief, her eyes absorbed
by the passionate writhing. Sue was at a fever pitch, her ovalled mouth
straining to almost swallow whole the rigid penis pumping between her
cheeks, and as Adie watched, Sue let the cock bury itself all the way
up to Jack's pubic hair, so that none of the fleshy rod was left to
view. My God! thought Adie, through her horror, Sue must surely choke
with all of him in her throat that way.

Adie sucked in her breath as her husband took his hands and spread
Sue's fleshy inner thighs yet farther apart, his thumbs grazing her
vagina as he splayed the woman wide. Her moist, blood-engorged slit was
in full view, the throbbing surface matted with his saliva. Then Jack
dropped his head again, and Sue's writhing cunt was once more lost from
sight. She moaned deep in her throat and locked her legs around Jack's
head, her hips moving with the rhythm of his burrowing tongue.

Involuntarily, subconsciously, Adie found herself beginning to yaw with
Sue's undulations as Jack continued to lick the woman's crotch. "I
can't stand it!" she gasped, steeling herself to cease the sympathetic
movements of her body. "Stop them, please! We have to go out there and
stop them!"

"No," he said.

"But you can't ... that's your wife, and ... we must stop them!" Her
words were a jumble of incoherency, almost idiot's babbling. Mason knew
that she was almost ready to crack, and that it was time to take her
away. Her mind was filled with wretchedness, and to make her view more
might jeopardize his plan. The last thing he wanted to do was make a
scene now. Later, but not now. He turned her head away from the couple
and looked deeply, concernedly into her glazed eyes.

"No, honey. Let them be. I'm as hurt and angry as you, but to stop them
now would only make matters worse. We saw them, and we'll confront
them, but later when everybody has calmed down. Let's be level-headed
about this."

"Then let's leave. Now. Take me home, Bob, please!"

Nodding agreement, Mason led her away from the bushes and back toward
the car. "That's probably the wisest thing to do at the moment. We'll
talk this over on the way back, like full grown adults."

Adie managed to stem her tears, and taking a deep breath to help gain
control, she let Mason hand her into the Lincoln. He poured another cup
of the Vodka Collins, saying: "Here, Adie. Drink this. It'll help."

She did willingly, downed it in a single swallow. He poured again and
she sipped this time, steeling herself. Thank God for the few drinks on
the way here, she thought as Mason backed the Lincoln and turned
around. If I hadn't had them, I would have completely gone to pieces, I
know I would ...

They didn't talk for a while, and Adie's head swam with the damning
sight she had just witnessed. She had never seen Jack so lust provoked,
so wicked. His hardened penis had never seemed so huge, certainly it
hadn't been in all their married life, she was sure of that. And then
there was Sue, with her legs flaying obscenely around his head, sucking
...

* * *

Jack's cock, thought Sue as she sucked it joyously, was almost as large
and gifted as her husband's. Yes, Bob had been right: the Rolfe's had
been an excellent choice, and his idea of her seducing Jack first was
marvelous! All the more time to enjoy the strange and exciting thrill
of a new prick, and the wonderment of new wrinkles to the same tricks.
She felt the extra tingle of sexual passion at knowing they might at
this very moment be seen, spied upon in the act of love by her husband
and Adie Rolfe, and that sent new shivers of pleasure through her lust-
perverted senses. She loved that, she adored to have her body displayed
and paraded in front of voyeurs, and if she could have, she would have
loved to be gang fucked on stage in front of an audience. How lucky she
had been to find such an understanding and cooperative husband as Bob
Mason, and she returned to her task with renewed gusto, her mind filled
with the credo of Jack's magnificent prick.

She tasted his masculine piquancy, the tang of his pungent genitals,
smeared as they were with her own lubricating juices, sending wild
tremors of delight coursing through her, and she ravished her warm, wet
tongue upon it. She brushed and grazed along its base and wide
underside to its coroneal ridge, sticky and protruding from the thick
foreskin, and then washed and played with it with caressing, lapping
strokes. The crown of her head rested on his inner leg as she managed
to slit the tiny hole in his smooth, bloated glans with the tip of her
tongue. And then she returned to its base and the hair-covered sac of
his testicles, the wiry hairs tickling her chin and cheeks and lips as
her saliva dribbled freely down his testicles to be soaked up by the
towel. She removed his cock for a moment, the cool rush of afternoon
air making Jack moan with tingling pleasure, and she took hold of it
with one hand and stroked it hard up and down, up and down, as she
coated his balls with sweeps of her hungry mouth, her lips bending to
catch as much of his fragrant flesh as possible. Jack groaned again and
raised his leg, making Sue move over him more fully, and then she
squatted over him, her legs on either side of him, her own widespread
cunt mashed to his face, while she trailed her tongue along his skin.
She continued to manipulate him, to squeeze and jerk his penis with her
tempestuous hand, the beat making him squirm and lift his legs and
expose his hair encircled brown anus.

Sue continued to lick along the cord-like ridge between his widespread
buttocks, circling tauntingly around his puckered brown asshole,
painting his inner thighs with the saliva of love, then stiffening her
tongue and ramming it into the crinkled sphincter of his rectum. All
the while her own pubic area was burning with the fire-like lashes of
his tongue and flaming sweep of his mouth upon her clitoris and cunt.
She was wild with frenzy, the sensations churning her belly and loins
with erotic fermentations, driving her with breakneck speed to a
crashing climax. God! She had to cum with his giant cock in her mouth,
with her cheeks bloating to the sudden engorgement of his semen, to
suck him dry to the balls! Quickly she trailed her tongue back over his
sperm-churning scrotum, and along his heavy, sheening, purplish shaft
at its pulsating head, and then she slipped her lips down over it again
...

Jack grovelled in her cunt, her spasmodic rhythm in finely honed tune
to his thrusting tongue. The abandonment, the complete capitulation to
this vamp overwhelmed him, still blotted out any thoughts except the
delicious debauchery of which he was a willing partner. It had been
like a scene from some stag movie, or a seminal-emitting wet dream, to
lazily rise from a still-moist bed and move to the out-of-doors. Bob
Mason's wife had shown neither remorse nor the slightest hesitation,
unlike the still modest wife of his, as she strutted around the cabin
naked, her breasts jiggling proudly, her thighs and matted pubic hair
enticing him. The fleeting idea of covering himself seemed like a
theory of the Dark Ages, and he, too, found a strange, magical
excitement at parading in front of her, his semi-hard, still blood-
engorged cock dangling and swaying between the lumps of his spent
balls.

The stretching out under the warm sun ...

The free and easy play of hands upon each other in broad daylight,
entirely in the open ...

These had all been new to Jack, and tremendously arousing. She had made
him fully hard again, and then climbed over him, taking his rod with
her hand to lead it into her dilated, gaping crystal channel. She had
fucked him, leaning over him in such a way to enable him to suck the
rubbery hard nipples of her breasts. Wild ... absolutely, mind
blowingly wild! And then, just as he was about to shoot yet another
stream of sticky cum into her, she had asked him to kiss her cunt - and
he had acquiesced. He was kissing her cunt now, while she in turn
licked and teased his throbbing penis. How long had he wanted to feel
the soft down of a woman's pubic area and smell the tangy musk of a
desire-ridden pussy as it opened to his mouth, and here, now, with this
vibrant, sensual female, he was doing just that. If only Adie, his own
wife, wanted his kisses, his tongue, his cock in her mouth ... Oh God!
He could feel his swollen member flow along the inner roof of the
strange mouth, and a moan began to build deep, deep within his chest.

He breathed hard and blew into her, the cheeks of her ass clenching,
then relaxing in front of his excited face. He pried her spread loins
wider, pushing his mouth hard against the wetness of her vaginal slit,
and she squirmed. He drew her over him, so that her palpitating, soft-
rimmed pussy was sunk deep upon his nose and lips, and holding her
tight around the buttocks, so that she couldn't slip away, he thrust
his thick, wet tongue forward between the warm fleshy folds. He heard
her gasp excitedly and renew her nibbling with frenzied motion. She
jerked forward with his hot teasing contact, quickly screwing herself
down upon him harder. Her vaginal passage contracted, opening and
closing around his tongue like a tight rubber band, until he had a
difficult time breathing. His breath exploded into her with tiny,
mewling grunts, that muffled themselves into oblivion, and then he
spread her still wider with his palms and began to curl and flick his
tongue at the expanse of her pearl-white backside. He sucked and licked
while she swayed her ass around his face, almost out of control.

Her cunt flowered open wider, her secretions cascading down her legs
and his chin while he ran his saliva around her stretched vaginal hole.
He could feel her muscles hollow and contract around his head and sides
of his cheeks, and he plunged slave-like, his tongue making wet
sluicing sounds as it burrowed deeper into her cunt with each wicked
thrust. The tantalizing odor which assailed his sex-flared nostrils was
a bubbling mixture of her cunt and lubrications, her thinly sweat
filmed skin, and the orifice of her anus, which was but scant
millimeters from his eyes. He lifted his lashing tongue from the oral
fucking he was giving her warm, slick pussy and he moved along to the
pink bud of her asshole, rimming the crinkled edge and darting inside
her anal passage with stabbing thrusts. Then he returned, licking the
softly throbbing cuntlips, plunging into the secret valley of her
desire to discover her pseudo-phallic clitoris. He began to suck and
tease it unmercifully, his teeth biting tenderly, his tongue reaming
the little button of love while she churned and writhed above him in
the lewd dance of desire.

She was almost ready to cum!

He rammed his tongue deep down around her writhing hole, rounding and
covering her viscous opening to bring yet further guttural moans from
her filled mouth. Her soft warm thighs clenched him viciously and he
could feel the wet flesh slip moistly around his tongue as if the
nibbling, hair-lined mouth was trying to snap and rip out his tongue by
the roots, devouring it completely with all its might. She snaked her
heels against his shoulders and rubbed the palpitating pussy against
his face as he mashed against the gluttonously tormented, flame seared
vagina. The cords of her muscles stood out all along her body and she
pulled savagely on his penis with ever-increasing slashes.

Then suddenly she stiffened, and Jack heard her cry aloud.
"AAAAAAGGGGGGH! I'm ... I'm going to ... going ... to ...!"

Her whole being seemed to explode over Jack, and he could no longer
hold his climax. My God! he thought crazily as the rush of sperm began
to burst along its narrow tube ... my God, it's never . . been this
good ... before!

"I'm ... I'm cuuuummmmmiiiiinnnnnggggg!"

Jack knew she was straining to climax, and she began to twist and
wrench herself wantonly, her teeth biting his cock like a dog chewing a
bone as he continued to pillage her loins. The juices of her milking
cunt flowed, and she arched her back and bucked wildly, her body
quaking uncontrollably. Torrents of lubricating fluid spread their
sticky warmth over his face and down his cheeks, until she grunted the
last of her orgasm, her muscles still heaving spasmodically. He could
still hear her in and out sawing movement as she suddenly thrust deep
over his cock, absorbing it to its hilt in her mouth as the first rain
of his molten sperm volcanoed into her throat.

Sue's head bobbed furiously over his turgid shaft as she sucked the hot
shooting jets of her semen hungrily, her mouth salivating as though his
cum was the very essence of existence, and she felt him jerk and groan
beneath her as he rammed his penis yet deeper in her throat. His cock
continued the pulsating jerks of his ejaculation, the vengeance of his
seering, hot semen drenching her gullet. Sue groaned as she sucked and
her Adam's apple paroxysmed rapidly in its fevered attempt to control
the gushing stream which squirted hotly into her. She clasped her lips
in a tight elastic ring around the jumping penis so as to not lose one
precious drop, and she twirled her tongue around the throbbing head to
make room for the seemingly unending torrent until she thought his
balls were bottomless wells. His groans of pleasure incited her to
greater effort, and then, with one final spewing, his cock began to
slowly deflate in her mouth. She waited a moment, hoping for more, then
lifted her head, his prick sliding from her glistening lips with a wet
sucking sound. She turned and smiled at Jack, who grinned contentedly
in return. A trail of semen dribbled down her lips and chin, dropping
like a thick white spider web to his belly.

* * *

"What are we going to do about ... them?" Mason asked after a while.
His voice was calm and low, but held a hint of menace. The real, inner
emotion of high elation was well hidden.

"Oh my God, I don't know!" Adie dropped her head into her hands, tears
streaming down her burning cheeks, her eyes dim with agony. She sobbed
like a small child. "I never thought Jack would ... do ... such a
thing!"

"Your husband is quite a lover," Mason said caustically.

"My husb-! I don't call what they were doing ... making love!"

"No? What was it then?"

"It was ... disgusting!" She stared at him. "You can't approve of what
they were doing, Bob!"

"Of course not. You can imagine how I felt when I saw them. It hit me
just as hard as it must have hit you. After all, it was my wife he was
doing it to." Mason pursed his lips, intently looking out the window.
"I was just referring to the oral acts they were performing."

"Kissing people ... there ... is sick!" Adie said, cringing. "They were
like crazed animals. I'd have rather seen Jack actually ... having
intercourse ... than ... what he was doing."

Mason smiled inwardly at Adie's reluctance to use the real words for
what she saw and thought. How surprised she's going to be to say "fuck"
and "suck", to beg him to fuck her and suck her, and want to fuck and
suck him. But he only looked at Adie almost as a doctor would a
patient, and replied, "Don't be too sure, Adie. Who can judge what
should or should not be done in passion between two consenting adults?
Everyone needs passion to achieve true happiness. And to make others
happy. I certainly wouldn't want to make the laws about what is morally
right or wrong."

"I ... I guess you're right." She sat morosely for a moment, dwelling
on his argument, then she blurted, "But doing such things can't really
make people happy!"

Mason shrugged. "No? Well, they seemed to be."

Adie started to wail again, her agonized torment gushing like rainwater
from her eyes. Mason reached into the pocket of his jacket and handed
her a clean white hanky. She wiped her eyes gratefully. She stopped
crying again, and after a few choking sounds, tried to speak.

"I guess you think I must be an awful fool to carry on like this. I ...
I'm sorry, Bob."

"Don't be sorry, Adie. No one can blame you for being upset after what
you've seen today. God knows I'm upset myself," he lied.

They continued toward Seattle, each locked in their separate thoughts.
Adie was confused. She poured herself another Vodka Collins almost
mechanically and tried to sort out the horrible afternoon rationally.
Jack had always seemed happy with their lovemaking, although she had to
admit she was ignorant about a lot of sexual matters. Did it really
take such deviations to satisfy a man? No, it couldn't, it just
couldn't! But ... could it be that she was the one who was wrong? For
the first time since she was married, Adie began to actually question
her conservative values, wondering if she actually didn't know what it
took to hold a man physically. At the same time she had no idea what to
do about catching Jack flagrante delicto with Bob's beautiful sluttish
wife. She loved Jack, in spite of this, and her heart ached for some
way of repairing the damage he had wrought upon their marriage. Yet ...
where was her pride, her moral integrity? Could she leave him? Well,
she couldn't just stand for this, she couldn't ... and what about Bob
Mason ... did he want a divorce, the ensuing scandal? Did she? Oh God,
God! Adie slumped against the window, utterly dejected, her brain still
whirling confusedly.

Mason watched her smooth, firm body as she sobbed into the handkerchief
again. It was all he could do to keep himself from pulling the car over
to the side of the road and fucking her silly right on the spot. But he
still had to wait a little longer, to keep up the facade of the
outraged husband until he got her back to her house. Else, he might
destroy the confidence she was building in him, or abate the anger she
felt toward Jack. The first step had gone so well that he hated to
chance losing it all on one sudden, rash move. So instead of anything
physical, he spoke soothingly to Adie, a practiced skill from the long
years as a glib-tongued salesman, and his words came smoothly and
easily, building the gap between Jack and her and all the while closing
the gap between her and himself.

Less then an hour later, he parked the Continental in front of the
Rolfe's house. As he helped Adie out, Mason said, "I've worked hard,
Adie, awfully hard over the years, and I'm not going to jeopardize my
position." He looked at her; she was still agitated and shaking. "I
haven't accumulated a lifetime of effort just to destroy it all with a
foolish reaction ... or an ugly scandal."

They walked along the path to the front door. Adie fumbled in her purse
for the key.

"No, honey," Mason continued as she ushered him in. "There'll be none
of that, I promise you." He shut the door and leaned against it,
smiling a faint, sardonic smile. "But they aren't going to get away
with this, are they?"

Adie turned to look up at him. "No," she said grimly. "They aren't
going to get away with it, Bob."

Mason's smile grew progressively larger. His eyes moved slowly over the
firm, slim curve of the distraught woman before him, trying to maintain
a hurt, gentlemanly expression while the fire was building ever hotter
in his loins. You're going to be a good fuck, baby, he thought
hungrily. You're going to be as good a fuck as my wife when I get
through with you.

He said, "I think we could both use another drink, Adie, don't you?"



Chapter 5


Adie sat next to Bob Mason on the three-cushion couch, her fifth drink
- or was it her sixth? She couldn't really be sure how many she'd had
in the car - clutched tightly in both her hands. Her mind was swirling
with the pictures of what she had seen at Salmon Creek ... Jack kissing
Sue between the legs, kissing her - well, her pussy, no use mincing
words now ... Jack's large bloated penis almost completely consumed by
the wet dripping lips sucking voraciously on it as if it were some
gigantic peppermint stick ... Jack's contorted lust-expressioned face
and Sue's as they groveled in one another's private sweating parts ...
God! God! It was all there in her mind as vivid now as it had been when
she'd witnessed it. She felt a little nauseous, a little ashamed, but
yet overwhelmingly angry; Jack had violated a sacred marital trust, the
very essence of love and their relationship ...

She didn't know what to do. Actually, she wanted to hurt him, do
something to pain him as he had pained her ... retribution ...
reprisal. But that was unthinkable, because the only kind of
retribution or reprisal which this untenable situation warrented was
doing the same thing - or at least the same type of thing - that Jack
had done. In plain terms, it meant making love to another man, and she
simply couldn't do that.

Or - could she?

No, no, no, no! her mind repeated, over and over. No, that's liquor
talking, liquor and shame and hurt talking; I really shouldn't have had
all these drinks ... oh God, I don't know what to do! I don't know how
to cope with a situation like this; who would ever have dreamed that I
would have to?

Adie felt tears brim in her eyes, spill down over her cheeks. Crying
wasn't going to do any good, she knew that, but she felt so wretched
and miserable at that moment, so indecisive, that the tears were
something of a defense mechanism to momentarily flood out the terrible
hurt and still leave the questions unresolved. She let the tears flow
freely, pouring from her eyes like cascading winter rain, sobbing
brokenly without removing her hands from around the glass.

Dimly she was aware of movement on the couch beside her; dimly, she
felt a hand touch her shoulder, an arm go around her and draw her
close; dimly she knew the clean faint cologne smell of a man in her
nostrils. But the arm was strong and the odor was not at all
unpleasant, and she allowed herself to be pressed close against a firm
supporting chest, lowering her head there and crying deeply,
dispairingly.

Bob Mason felt the warm resilient body pressed tightly to his own, felt
the firm rippling muscles of her shoulder beneath his encircling arm,
smelled the heady fragrance of her hair and her body. Goddamn! Oh it
was going to be good, all right; it was really going to be good! Bob
Mason felt a throbbing ache in his balls, and the blood was beginning
to pound hotly in his rising cock, making little tingling sensations
race back and forth across the swelling head. Damn! He couldn't wait
much longer, that was for sure. He had to have her pretty soon now
because if he didn't, he was going to blow his whole load in his pants,
sure as hell. But he sensed that she was open and ready for a
suggestion now - she was ashamed and a little drunk and mad as hell -
and that it wouldn't take much to convince her what was sauce for the
goose was sauce for the gander.

Mason began to whisper softly against her hair, letting the soft
strands tickle his nostrils, intensifying the warm pleasant ache in his
now-almost-fully-erect cock. At first the words were soft, mesmeric,
quieting sounds, consisting of "shhh, honey" and "don't cry, now, don't
cry" and "everything will be all right, baby, you'll see." He took the
glass from her fingers and placed it on the coffee table; almost
immediately she raised her hands and clutched at his polo shirt,
bunching the cloth between her spasmodic fingers as she wept against
him. He knew that the words, his nearness, were having an effect on her
- though of course she couldn't be realizing it at the moment, would
realize it only later when his forthcoming plays would have sent her
beyond any recall. She was trusting him now, trusting his words and
trusting the touch of his arm about her shoulders ... just the way he
wanted it.

Mason began then to stroke the satiny skin of her shoulder and upper
arm, gently, comfortingly. And in the same tone of voice that he had
been using but with different words now he intoned, "Don't think about
it, honey. Don't think about the way your husband and my wife looked
there on that blanket, the way their faces looked in the sunlight.
Don't think about what they were doing, licking and sucking one
another, touching one another. Don't think about your husband and my
wife, honey; don't think about it at all ..."

Mason could feel the firm warm breast pressing against his rib cage,
could feel the nipple hardening somewhat there, and he smiled as he
continued to talk. His words were having the desired effect on her; she
was thinking about Jack and Sue of course, just as he had known she
would. She was seeing them mentally as they had looked there at Salmon
Creek, sixty-nining ... and the images were in turn causing
unmistakable, if unwanted, arousal in her own body. Almost ready now,
he thought; she's almost ready now ...

Despite her tears, the tortured confusion of her mind at the events of
the afternoon, Adie was beginning to slowly experience an almost dreamy
torpor as she remained enveloped in Mason's strong gentle embrace. His
words seemed to flow like soft warm butter into her ears, soothing,
hypnotic; she was aware that he was telling her not to think of what
she - they - had seen, of Jack's and Sue's joint infidelity but the
vision was nonetheless there, unerasable, brought into crystal clarity
by his soporific voice instead of dimmed into her subconscious. She
didn't want to think about it, God knew that, but she just couldn't
help it ... she just couldn't help it. She sobbed into the thin
material of Bob Mason's polo shirt, finding a certain security in his
masculine nearness and the gentle stroking of his hand on her bare
shoulder and upper arm.

And strangely, perversely, the images in her brain were starting to
have a certain physical effect on Adie as well. She could feel
twitching excited sensations deep within her belly, and her vaginal
orifice begin to secrete droplets of lubrication, moistening her
panties under the black stretch slacks, causing her to open and close
her thighs, open and close them in a gathering sexual rhythm. Her
nipples hardened under the sleeveless jersey. She tried to will her
body to cease its tingling ardor, but the images were too vivid - and
Bob Mason's maleness was too close, too exciting ... yes, exciting was
the right word, Bob was really quite an attractive man, certainly not
repulsive in any way, and so kind and gentle and good ...

Mason felt Adie Rolfe trembling beneath his arm, trembling with
something else now beside the racking sobs of her misery, and he
thought exultantly: Now's the time! She's ready, she's really ready ...
oh Christ, I'm going to throw a fuck into her that she won't soon
forget! I'm going to shove it all the way up into her belly until she
screams for me to cum, and then I'm going to fill her up with boiling
hot sperm! She'll throw rocks at her old man when I'm done fucking her,
goddamn right!

He continued to stroke her shoulder, letting his hand slide slowly and
lightly down along the length of her arm, knowing that the motion was
having an electric effect on her. She had stopped crying now, although
her face was still buried against his chest, and her hands still
clutched his shirt, and he sensed rather than heard a quickening of her
breath under his caress. He brought his hand up, sliding it along her
back now, down, down almost to the curve of her buttocks, bringing it
up to tease along the ridge of her spine. And all the while he was
whispering words into her hair, words becoming bolder and bolder:
"Don't think about them Adie, the two of them making love ... no,
fucking, Adie, that's what they were doing, honey, they were fucking
orally, but you mustn't think about your husband's hard penis in Sue's
mouth, and you mustn't think about Jack kissing and licking between my
wife's legs. You mustn't think about any of that, honey ..."

She was breathing faster now, all right, he could hear it and feel the
heat of her breath through the shirt. Well, if there was ever any time
to throw caution to the wind, it was now. Right now!

Mason brought his hand up to her shoulder again, and then casually,
lightly, he put it on the swelling mound of her breast and began to rub
the pliant globe tenderly through the encasing jersey and bra. He heard
the sharp intake of Adie's breath, felt the sudden stiffening of her
body and the convulsive kneading of his shirt in her hands. But she
made no effort to pull away, and he grinned widely, evilly, knowing
that he had won, that she was his irrevocably now. He kept caressing
her breast, running his thumb across the hardened nipple, his heart
pounding in his chest and his cock leaping like a wild thing seeking
escape from the cumbersome cage that was his shorts and trousers ...

A warning voice in Adie's mind tried to penetrate the lethargic state
Mason's words had evoked, tried to tell her that something was going to
happen if she didn't put an end to it right now. And yet, somehow, his
hand on her breast didn't seem wrong to her, not really, it felt so
good, like the hand of her father stroking her sweating body when she
had been down with a high fever as a child, telling her to leave
everything to him and it would be all right. And Bob's voice, speaking
against her hair, saying now: "We have to do something, baby, we owe it
to ourselves. Turnabout is fair play, sweetheart, and it can be good
that way, very good ... You want to hurt him, don't you? You want to
hurt him for what he's done, don't you? I want to hurt Sue for what
she's done; she deserves to be hurt and Jack deserves to be hurt, honey
..."

Turnabout is fair play ... Jack deserves to be hurt ... The words spun
and tumbled in Adie's confused mind as Bob Mason stroked her breast and
held her close to him. Yes, he was right. Jack did deserve to be hurt,
and the only way to hurt him was with her body ... But did she dare do
what she knew this situation would lead to if she continued to remain
passive? Did she dare to be, herself, as unfaithful as Jack had been?
Well, why not? Why not, indeed? Jack had been the one to despoil the
sacrosanct vows of marriage, hadn't he? Yes, damn it, she dared to do
it, all right; she was just hurt enough, just angry enough, just drunk
enough, and... yes, just aroused enough ... that she would do it ...

Mason's hand had dipped under her sweater now, was trailing hot
tremulous paths along the bare skin of her flat stomach, moving higher
to touch the tightly encased orbs of her breasts, cupping first one and
then the other. Adie's hips began to squirm against the softness of the
cushions, and she turned her body slightly more toward him, pressing
herself to him. And then her head lifted, her eyes squeezed tightly
shut, her lips parting wetly; it was as if she were a puppet and the
puppeteer had activated the string controlling her head, raising it up
for the innocent kiss of a boy puppet - except that Bob Mason was not a
puppet and not a boy and the kiss would surely not be innocent ...

It wasn't.

He ground his lips onto hers, completely engulfing her mouth with his
warm moist one, flicking his tongue forward immediately to slip past
her teeth and into her mouth, to meet and entwine with hers. Pinwheels
of light flashed in back of Adie's eyes at the sheer physical impact of
his kiss, and her hand lifted from his shirt front to encircle his
neck, press his head tightly, molding their mouths together like molten
metals fusing into one. His hand was pushing her bra up now,
insinuating itself beneath, touching the hot flesh of her naked breast
now, touching the hard bud of her nipple, pinching it painfully between
his thumb and forefinger. His tongue sawed mercilessly in and out of
her mouth in the attitude of copulation, and she made tiny excited
mewling sounds of pleasure deep in her throat.

And then Mason's hand left her breast, moved down along her stomach,
seeming to sear her skin there, and then around to the waistband of her
stretch pants. Quickly, then deftly and without hesitation, he
unbuttoned the single button at the side, located the zipper and drew
it down; his fingers went to the band of her panties, swiftly moved
inside, pushing the flimsy material down, his fingertips touching the
hot flesh of her abdomen and then the first curling strands of her soft
downy fleece. But he didn't pause there; he let his hand slide still
lower, his middle finger extended until the digit came into sudden
contact with the warm damp furrow of her cunt. Adie's body jackknifed
against him with the electric contact of his touch on her naked
defenseless crotch; her whole being commenced to oscillate violently,
and she began to moan in wild staccato cadence. From somewhere far, far
back in her mind, the warning voice began to speak again: No, this is
wrong, this is all wrong. I'm not some whore to be used; I'm not
merely, a receptacle for a strange man's semen ... I still love Jack no
matter what he's done I still love him ... no, no, no, this is all
wrong ... stop it, stop it now, before it's too late ... you have to
stop it, stop it, stop it!

But she didn't stop it. She couldn't stop it. She was incapable of
pulling away from him, she liked his touch on her genitals, yes she
liked it! She liked his tongue in her mouth, liked his touch. Oh God!
She couldn't stop it now at all, it was too late, too late ...

Mason dipped his middle finger into the wet trembling passage of Adie's
burning cunt, teasing the hardened button of her clitoris, playing with
it, reveling in the feel of her nubile pussy and the vibrating arousal
of her firm young body. Christ! he thought, she really turns on, just
like I knew she would. She wants cock all right, she's fired up for
cock, and when a woman gets that way nothing else matters; nothing else
at all.

"Baby," he whispered in his soft voice, taking his mouth from hers
briefly, "baby, I want you, I want to fuck you, I need to fuck you baby
..."

She stiffened momentarily at his use of the obscene word, but he knew
that his voice, his finger playing maddeningly with her vaginal
opening, would overcome her hesitations ... she was too far gone now
for anything else to happen.

And then in a voice that was strange, detached, she breathed out her
answer to him; breathed out words which caused Mason's prick to throb
intensely in his pants and dribble excited seminal emissions from its
swollen glans, words which were at once distinctly alien and impossibly
exciting on her lips and in her ears, words brought about by many
things not the least of which was a strange awakening of sexual desire
wrought intrinsically by her own husband's perverted actions of the
afternoon.

She said, "Oh yes, Bob darling, and I want you to fuck me, I want you
to fuck me, I need you to fuck me just as much as you need it. Fuck me,
Bob! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me ..."

* * *

Jack lay next to Sue Mason on the large towel, spent, staring up at the
late afternoon sky paling into the first shadows of evening. Now that
the wild abandoned sexual games had ended - or at least had ended until
the impossibly ardent, insatiable Sue Mason had recuperated his now
flaccid prick for another round - Jack was thinking once again of Adie.
He was thinking of how much he loved her in spite of her sexual
shortcomings, in spite of the fact that she was not now and could never
be a match for a nymphomaniac like Sue, and the thoughts brought the
first lingering vestiges of shame to his mind, stirrings of guilt which
would amplify later, he knew, and consume him with self-loathing and
self-disgust at his inability to control his carnal instincts.

God, he thought, how can I ever face Adie again? How can I look her in
the eye? She'll be able to tell of course, she'll take one look at me
and she'll know what I've done here today ... oh Adie, dear sweet
unsuspecting Adie, what could have come over me? I love you, I don't
want to hurt you ... but I'm no good at lying, and you'll know that
I've been making love to another woman, you'll surely know, and when
you do I won't blame you if you leave me, God knows you've got the
grounds and the right...

"A penny for your thoughts, lover," Sue said beside him, rolling over
onto her stomach and looking into his face as she propped herself up on
her elbows.

"Sure," Jack answered bitterly. He didn't meet her eyes.

"Oh," Sue said softly. "You're thinking about your wife."

"Yes, I'm thinking about my wife."

"And you're feeling guilty about all that we've done here today, aren't
you? Guilty because your dear sweet innocent Adie would be absolutely
horrified if she knew. Am I right?"

Jack felt color blotch his cheeks, and he turned his eyes to her
angrily; who did this bitch think she was, taunting him about Adie?

"What difference does it make to you if I am thinking about her?" he
demanded.

Sue laughed softly. "I don't like to see a man put a woman up on a
pedestal," she said. "No woman belongs on a pedestal, lover, and when a
man finds that out, it's usually a rude awakening."

"What's that supposed to mean"'

"Just that I wouldn't be too terribly surprised if I were you, to learn
that you're not the only member of your family to engage in a little
extracurricular activity."

The heat flowed through his entire body, and he had to repress a desire
to slap her for her comment. His voice was low and menacing as he said,
"You goddamned bitch! Just because you're a fucking nympho: just
because you fuck around on Bob doesn't mean that all women are like
you."

"Doesn't it?" Sue asked amusedly. She moved her body provocatively next
to him like a predatory cat just awakening on a summer morning.

"No, goddamn it, it doesn't!"

"Tell me, lover," she inquired lazily, "what do you suppose that
darling little wife of yours is doing right at this moment?"

"Why ... why she's home, probably cleaning the house or watching
television."

"I don't think so," Sue told him. "I think she's with Bob right about
now."

"With Bob? Why would she be with your husband?"

"Why do you suppose, lover?"

"You bitch, are you insinuating ...?"

"I'm not insinuating anything. I'm simply stating a fact. I know my
husband pretty well, and I'd be willing to bet just about anything I
own that he's either got your darling Adie in bed by now or is pretty
damned close to it."

Jack was sitting up now, his mind whirling disconcertedly. What Sue was
saying was inconceivable. Adie would never ... submit to Bob Mason. And
Bob would never take advantage of his, Jack's absence by trying to
seduce Adie. Would he? No, that was ridiculous, downright absurd! He
knew his wife; she was strictly a one-man woman; she would never ...

"I know what you're thinking, lover," Sue said, "You're thinking that
either I'm crazy, or there's something going on that you never even
dreamed of. Well, I'll tell you this much; I'm not crazy."

Jack just shook his head numbly, staring at her.

"Tell you what," Sue said casually, "why don't we get dressed and drive
back to Seattle? We'll take your car. When we get to your house, then
we'll see what we shall see. Okay?"

"I don't believe any of this!" Jack insisted. "My wife wouldn't ..."

"You're not afraid to drive back to your little love-nest with me, are
you? You're not afraid that instead of proving me wrong it will prove
me right?"

"No, goddamn it!" Jack exploded. "I'm not afraid of any such thing!"

Sue stood up and ran her hands slowly down her naked bronzed flanks.
"Shall we get dressed then?"

"All right!" Jack said, gaining his own feet, fighting down another
urge to slap this woman, this bitch who dared to talk about his Adie
the way she was. "Let's get dressed and let's drive back to Seattle!
And when Adie turns out to be alone and cleaning house, I'm going to
get an apology out of you! Or else!"

Sue smiled wisely and turned and started for the cabin's rear entrance.

* * *

Adie moaned loudly in frenzied sexual abandonment, giving herself over
fully to this man, Bob Mason, this comparative stranger who shared her
hurt and her torment, allowing his expert ministrations to arouse her
to a fever pitch. As he guided her down on the couch, his middle finger
still tantalizing her naked clitoris, his tongue once again fucking her
mouth rapaciously, Adie thought dimly: I'm doing this because of you,
Jack, because of what I saw you doing; its your fault, Jack, all your
fault that I'm doing this ... turnabout is fair play ...

Mason suddenly took his mouth from hers and hovered over her prone,
trembling, waiting body, his eyes feasting gleefully on her partially
exposed cunt below the lowered panties and slacks, his finger forming
its way along the wet, sopping passage at will. She was all his now,
all his! "I'm going to make you naked now, honey," he whispered in his
droning voice. "I'm going to make you naked, and I want you to help
me."

"Yes", she moaned in reply. "Yes, Bob, yes." His hand left her cunt and
he began to agilely slide the stretch pants down, down along her creamy
white thighs, bringing her petal-like, softly hair-lined pussy into the
full view of his salacious gaze. When he had the garment off, he
removed the panties. Adie was sitting up now, her eyes squeezed tightly
shut, drawing the sleeveless jersey over her head, unfastening her bra,
tossing both garments onto the floor and then lying back down again.
She was completely nude now, completely at his mercy, and Mason drank
in the beauty of her with spittle drooling from the corners of his
mouth.

Adie felt spasmodic little jolts of pleasure ripple through her as the
cool rush of air played over her naked and fevered flesh. Then she felt
Mason's big hands close over her breasts, heard him gasp out his
delight at their satiny pliancy, at their hard, distended little ruby
nipples. He began to roll his fingers across the hardened buds,
tweaking them into painful arousal ... and then she felt his head lower
onto her chest, felt his hot, wet mouth encompass one of the teats,
flicking and rolling it maddeningly with his burning firebrand of a
tongue. She groaned again, her hips beginning a slow, undulating rhythm
on the cushions of the couch. He continued to suckle her nipple while
he moved on the couch beside her, his hands leaving her flesh now, and
Adie was vaguely aware that he, too, was getting naked. Then his lips
left her breast, and he commanded softly, "Open your eyes, honey. Look
at me. Look at what I've got for you."

Slowly, Adie allowed her eyes to flutter open. She saw him kneeling on
the floor beside her, as naked as she, his face twisted in a lewd,
venerous grin. Her gaze moved down his heavily muscled body and then
came to rest on his thick, rigid penis standing out from his large,
round belly. She sucked in her breath sharply. God, it was big! It was
huge, bloated, the purplish head seeming to throb with a hidden
intensity. She imagined that great monster burrowing itself into the
soft, fleshy folds of her vaginal orifice, a quiver of fear coursed
through her; could she take all of that without splitting herself wide
open?

"Do you like it, honey?" Mason asked, and his hand began to stroke
lewdly the heavily uncircumcized foreskin back and forth over the
bloated glans.

"It's ... it's so big!" Adie managed to stutter out in her hesitancy.

Mason continued to massage the granite-hard expanse, slowly,
tantalizingly. "It's all for you now, honey," he intoned. "All for you.
I'm going to fuck you with every inch of it, Mrs. Rolfe, every hot
throbbing inch of my big cock."

His lewd mesmeric words caused Adie's fevered body to twist more
seductively on the soft couch. Her fogged mind, instead of being
repulsed by Mason's gigantic member, by her own naked body spread
obscenely before him like some sacrificial pagan maid, was dwelling on
the prurient sensations which pulsated along her sweating flesh. I want
your big ... cock, that's the right word, yes ... I want your big cock,
Bob Mason, I want it inside me, I want it to fuck me, to fill me up. I
want to be fucked, fucked, fucked. Jack, you did this to me, you made
me do what I'm doing, you forced me into this situation; it's your
fault, Jack, and I wish you were here to see whats going to happen. I
wish you could see it like I saw you and Sue; I wish you could, Jack-

Dreamily, she watched Mason raise up onto the couch, settle his body
beside hers, and his head dip once again to her gently quivering
breasts. She moaned softly as she watched him take first one nipple,
then the other, into his wide, salivating mouth, licking and sucking
the rigid fruit until she wanted to scream from the waves of pleasure
washing through her body. She watched his head dip lower, trailing hot,
moist kisses between the swollen tits and down to her navel, pausing
there to flick his tongue into the tiny puckered opening, and then to
move still lower until he was breathing hotly into the softness of her
pubic hair.

In that moment, Adie realized what Mason would do next, what the
ultimate target of his fervid liquid kisses would be. Repugnance seized
her for a moment ... no, it was wrong, wrong ... and she tried to draw
his head away, pull him up over her as she had done to Jack when he
attempted to perform the heathen rite of cunnilingus upon her. But
Mason would not be drawn away. He remained where he was, kneeling now
between her wide-spread legs, his fingers digging into the soft flesh
of her inner thighs, his eyes feasting on the dripping, pink, fluted
lips of her cuntal mouth.

"No, honey," he said, talking to her cunt instead of to her face, as if
it were a being, an entity, unto its own. "I'm going to kiss and lick
your pussy, just like your husband kissed and licked my wife's pussy.
I'm going to bury my tongue in your cunt, I'm going to lick your clit,
I'm going to suck you until you have an orgasm, Adie, until you cum and
cum and cum ..."

Once again, Mason's vile, lascivious words made Adie tremble with wild,
wanton desire. The degradation of the act she was about to have
perpetrated on her defenseless crotch suddenly seemed to pale into
insignificance; everything seemed to pale into insignificance in that
moment - shame, guilt, fear, disgust - all of these meant nothing. The
only thing that seemed to matter were the intense fires which his
words, his actions, had set to flaming in her breasts and in her belly
and in her cunt. She was aroused, wildly, crazily, insanely aroused for
the first time ... and she didn't care, she didn't care ...

"Yes," she whispered in her stranger's voice. "Oh yes, Bob!"

"Yes what, baby?" Mason asked, unable any longer to contain his
animalistic grin of triumph but knowing that pretense was no longer
important. "What do you want me to do?"

"I ... I want you to ... to suck me, Bob."

"Suck you where, Adie? Where?"

"My ... my pussy!" Adie cried, her eyes closing again, her hips
grinding a lewd sensuous circle down against the couch, her head
beginning to roll from side to side with expectant lust. "My pussy,
Bob, my pussy! I want you to lick my pussy! Oh, Bob, lick it, lick it!"

Still grinning hugely, Mason drove his head savagely downward, his lips
mashing onto her vaginal lips, his tongue ramming deep into her vaginal
orifice in the ultimate French kiss.

"AAAAAggggghhhhh!" Adie screamed as his long hot tongue slashed into
her, harder and harder, and her body reacted with convulsive lurches.
Her hands grasped his hair, tried to pull his face deeper into her
lust-soaked loins. Oh God, it felt good, it felt so goooddd! Oh God,
how could she have ever denied Jack this... how could she ever have
denied herself this? It wasn't ugly, it wasnt sick ... it was sooooo
gooooooooddddddddd!

Mason continued his wanton tonguing of her moist trembling slit, his
hands slipping up over her belly to her full firm tits once more,
cupping and squeezing them almost brutally now while his mouth and
tongue continued the wet assault of her wide-spread furrow, making
obscene sucking sounds that seemed to fill the room and Adie's mind
with a weird cacophony of sound. She clenched her small hands into
white-knuckled fists in his hair, pulling some of the salt-and-pepper
strands loose in her convulsive actions, as Mason's probing tongue
located the erect, pulsating button of her clitoris. She whined
sharply, agonizingly, as he took the tiny bud between his sharp white
teeth, holding it tightly there, and began to run the tip of his tongue
round and round it in continuous circles. Her head began to flail in
total abandonment from side to side, and Mason opened his mouth yet
wider, moving his tongue downward along the smooth, heat-moistened slit
to the throbbing hair fringed opening of her vagina. He began to orally
fuck her, harder and faster, faster and harder, sliding his hot, hard,
wet tongue up into her dilated, clasping hole, listening to her making
unintelligible whimpering sounds as he swirled and flicked his member
around the velvet-like interior of the pulsating soft cunt lips. He
slipped his hand beneath her thighs, pushing them further up until they
were now draped over his shoulder, the whole of her flowing vaginal
plane in naked abandonment to his churning face, and then he cupped her
soft white buttocks in both hands as he thrust his tongue deep, deep
into the searing liquid depths of her cunt.

Adie's cries of animal pleasure now filled the livingroom. Oh God, Oh
God, Oh God! her brain screamed over and over again as Mason continued
to mouth and tongue her sweating, dripping furrow. And then, as her
buttocks jerked and spasmed beneath his plunging poker of a tongue, he
drew the member out and drew it licking downward to the secret, tiny
puckered ring of her virginal anus. She sucked in her breath in a
gulping swallow, moaning in rapture, past all caring now even though a
small part of her mind cried out that this was dirty, vile, perverted
... she flung her loins up at him as hard as she could as he brought
his tongue into seething wet contact with the forbidden opening,
thrusting it into the tight little hole, splitting it wide to accept
his phallic member. Adie's body quivered uncontrollably now beneath the
overpowering assault, and her body was spasming furiously with torrent
after torrent of sensual pleasure that had seized control of it ...

Mason licked and sucked and drove his tongue into her tight, pungent
little asshole, reveling in the abandoned gyrations of her lust-
controlled body, knowing that the moment of her climax wasn't far off.
Well, that was fine with him; he would make her cum with his mouth
first, and then, later, with his cock. He began to drive his tongue
harder and harder into her anal passage, and then, abruptly, drew it
out to return to her now saliva drenched crotch and the downy soft
hairs fringing her pulsing cunt lips. He paused for a brief moment to
stare up along the sweat-slick valley between her high breasts at the
twisted grimace on her lovely face. Oh Christ, she was really digging
it! She was wallowing in it, all right; it won't be long now, not long
at all. He lowered his head and resumed his labor once more.

Adie writhed and squirmed beneath the insanely licking tongue until she
thought she would surely go mad from the sheer ecstatic rapture in her
love-starved loins and stomach. God, she had to have release, had to
have it soon! Her head continued to flail like a broken puppet's,
grinding her crotch up into Mason's lusting face and tongue, and she
felt the gathering billows of her orgasm rising, rising, and then
cresting and ...

She was there!

She was cumming!

A deep, almost half-human scream erupted from young Adie Rolfe's throat
and she locked her hands hard in Mason's hair, drawing him into her
crotch with all her might. Her juices began to flow from her wide-
spread cunt, inundating Mason's face and tongue, flowing down along her
tortured rectum to pool in fragrant stickiness in the couch cushions
beneath her. She screamed again, and again, and Mason sucked and licked
and burrowed until, at long last, the cumming was over and she sank
back with a long, exhausted, satiated sigh, releasing his hair and
opening her thighs to allow him to remove his head from between her
fevered legs.

Mason lifted himself onto his knees, grinning down at her, the juices
of her orgasm making his face and his mouth glisten wetly in the room's
soft light. "Well, honey?" he asked. "How did you like it?"

"Oh ... God!" Adie moaned, her eyes squeezed tightly shut. "Oh God,
Bob, it was ... wonderful!"

Mason grinned lewdly. "Well, it's going to be even better," he said.
"Because I'm going to fuck you now, Adie. My cock is like a petrified
log, and I want to fuck you with it. I want to shoot my load of hot,
sticky sperm deep into your belly. I want to fuck you now, Adie ..."

"Oh God yes, do fuck me, please, fuck me!"

And as Mason lowered his body down onto hers, Adie thought with total
surrender: I wish you could see this, Jack, I wish you could see me
about to be fucked by Bob Mason after he made me cum with his mouth on
my pussy. I wish you could see it, Jack, I really wish you could
because I liked it, I loved it! I loved every delicious moment of it,
Jack, you adulterer, You son of a bitch ... it would serve you right
...

* * *

It was dark when Jack and Sue arrived at the Rolfe's home in Seattle.
Jack pulled the Ford to the curb in front, right behind Bob Mason's
expensive and unmistakable Lincoln Continental. He sat there for a
moment, staring through the windshield at the Lincoln, his body
suddenly going cold and a viscid sweat starting up on his chest and
under his arms.

Sue said, "Round one goes to me," and laughed throatily.

"You fucking slut!" he exploded. "Just because ... just because Bob's
car is here doesn't mean he and Adie are ... are doing anything they
shouldn't be doing."

"Doesn't it?" Sue asked. "Well, suppose we just have a took."

"Suppose we do just that!" Jack replied, opening the door and stepping
out of the car. When Sue had done likewise and they were standing on
the sidewalk, he added, "There's a window around the far side of the
house. We'll take a look through there. I can tell you what we'll see:
Bob and Adie sitting there, maybe having a drink, but that's all."

"We'll see," was all Sue said.

As they followed the path silently around the side of the dwelling,
Jack felt a little uncomfortable at the idea of spying on his wife this
way. But, damn it, he thought, it was the only way to disprove Sue's
ridiculous allegation of a tryst between Adie and her husband.

They reached the window, and Jack moved up next to the house, in the
shadows and out of the elongation of warm light coming through the
partially draped glass. Sue did the same, on the other side,
sidestepping around the pool of light. And then, just as Jack began to
edge his body into a position to see through the window, a loud,
wailing voice penetrated the glass and reached his ears, a voice that
was recognizeable even in its obviously impassioned state.

Adie's voice, the voice of his wife, saying: "God, Bob, fuck it harder,
fuck it harder! I'm going to cum, darling, I'm going to cum, fuck
meeeeee!"

In abject horror, Jack stepped directly into the illumination, staring
with bulging eyes at what was transpiring inside the livingroom of his
own house. He saw in that single instant the nude jumble of arms and
legs, white and glistening with sweat, that thrashed and writhed on the
couch; he saw the wide, hirsute, wildly pumping buttocks of a man who
could only be Bob Mason flailing between the upraised and widely spread
thighs of a woman who could only be his wife. He couldn't see either of
their faces, but he knew - fully and irrevocably - who they were.

Adie's wailing voice reached his ears again. "Now, Bob ... now, darling
... oh God, ooooohhhhhhh! Yesssssssssssss! I'm ... I'm cum ...
cummmmiiinnnnnnngggggggg!"

Jack recoiled in utter loathing as he saw his wife's legs kick out in
the air and lewdly wrap themselves around Mason's upper torso,
presenting up her naked crotch in wanton sacrifice to his frenzied
thrusts as she achieved her orgasm under his pistoning, thundering
cock. Suddenly, then, a blind, consuming, unreasoning anger seized
control of Jack's brain. He emitted a low, animal like snarl of hate
and disgust and hurt, whirled from the window, and ran toward the front
door of the house. He wasn't aware that Sue was on his heels, but if he
had been he would have been further incensed by her soft, mocking
laughter.

Jack grabbed the doorknob, twisted it violently, the door was not
locked. He flung it open, rushing inside, and stood there, his face a
brilliant red, his legs spread, spittle flecking his lips. "You fucking
goddamned whore-bitch!" he screamed at Adie. "You dirty goddamned slut!
Fucking another man right in my own living room, oh you filthy harlot
bitch!"

Adie had sat up convulsively at the sound of his entrance, her legs
still splayed on the couch, the white, sticky fluid of Mason's semen
dripping from her pink, wet cuntal mouth to stain the material of the
cushions. Her hand was up to her mouth, choking back a terrible,
whimpering cry as she recognized her husband, Jack, standing there.
Shame and guilt came to her then, came to her tenfold, and her face
flamed. She leapt to her feet, her hands wildly seeking her clothing,
pulling on her jersey blouse and her stretch pants, not bothering with
her panties or bra.

"And you, you son of a bitch!" Jack yelled at Mason. "I ought to kill
you, that's what I ought to do, you son of a bitch!"

Mason rose slowly, a small smile playing at the corners of his mouth.
Almost casually, he picked up his own clothes and began to dress,
saying, "Take it easy, Jack. Try to calm down, will you?"

"Calm down? You bastard, who do you think you are to tell me to calm
down when I just caught you fucking my own wife?"

"Who do I think I am?" Mason asked quietly. "Why, I'm the guy who saw
you licking my wife's cunt while she was sucking your cock less than
two hours ago at Salmon Creek."

More hot words choked in Jack's throat at the calm revelation that he
and Sue had been observed sixty-nining in the rear yard of the cabin.
But if that were the case ... oh God, then Adie had seen it too!

As if reading his thoughts, Mason said, "That's right, Jack. Adie was
with me. We both saw you and Sue together. And because we did, we
decided that turnabout was fair play, if you know what I mean."

Jack spluttered, trying to find words, his brain reeling. Sue came up
beside him and touched his arm. "I told you, didn't I, lover? I told
you that I knew my husband pretty well."

Jack whirled on her, staring at her with a certain revulsion. "You
planned all of this!" he screamed suddenly, as full understanding
overtook him. "You and Bob, you planned this whole goddamned thing!"

"That's right, we did," Mason said, buckling his belt and walking
toward him.

"You ... you bastard!" Jack screamed.

"Oh come now, Jack," Mason said. "Why don't you wise up? This is 1974,
not the Victorian age. This kind of thing is done all the time, though
usually all parties involved are willing and cognizant. The term is
wife-swapping, and it's not half as ugly as most people - people like
yourself - try to make it out to be."

"It's ... sick, sick!"

"No," Sue said, "it isn't sick at all. It's a whole new concept. Wife-
swapping - and group sex, too, especially - is a way of life which can
heighten one's physical enjoyment a hundred-fold, teach a person a
whole new dimension in physical gratification. In fact," - and she
winked at Mason - "it usually heightens both partners in a marriage to
unheard-of pleasure from their own mating. Bob and I are proof positive
of that fact."

Adie, sitting miserably on the couch, immobile as if she had been
thrust into a catatonic state until that moment, lowered her hands from
her face and stared at the room's occupants. She felt dazed, confused;
so much had happened in so short a time to disrupt her life, she
couldn't accept what she had heard Sue and Bob say, but yet ... or God,
she must be as depraved as they were, for she had enjoyed Bob Mason,
enjoyed his tongue down between her thighs and his penis inside her
vagina ... She didn't know what to think; Bob's soothing words, his
strong arms and his sympathetic way - all of it had been a lie, a lie
just so he could seduce her ... she should hate him, hate him
violently, but she didn't ... that was the thing, she didn't hate him
at all ...

Jack, standing in the room's center and staring at Bob and Sue Mason,
was trembling violently. He didn't know what to think either, except
that what he was hearing went against everything he had ever been
taught, everything he had ever believed in. He needed time to think,
and his temples were pounding insanely; he was going to blow his mind
if he didn't calm down ... and he couldn't do that with the Mason's
still there.

He said in a low, deadly tone, "You'd better leave now, both of you.
You'd better get out of here before I do something I'll probably be
sorry for."

Mason nodded taking Sue's arm. "All right, Jack. I know how it is; you
need time to think things over. We'll call you tomorrow, after you've
had an opportunity to look at things more rationally. Maybe, then,
you'll see that we're right ..."

"Get the fuck out of here!" Jack screamed.

The Masons obeyed, shutting the door softly behind them.



Chapter 6


Adie sat with her head shamefully downcast now, unable to speak as Jack
approached her. Now that the Mason's were gone, she felt total and
complete humiliation over her own weakness, what she had willingly
assented to do with Bob Mason no matter what the rationalization Mason
or she had given the spectacle. Her legs were drawn tightly together,
but still the cum ran stickily from its vaginal nest, and she could
feel it secrete from the hair-covered lips and trickle down the
backsides of her legs. She still throbbed from the merciless battering
of Mason's hardened male organ, and her breasts ached from the twisting
pinching he had given them.

Jack looked at her, contempt dripping from his expression. He did not
speak, though, but walked with righteous indignation into the kitchen
for a brandy and water, and then returned with the drink to his chair
across from her.

Finally Adie could stand it no longer. Hesitantly, fearfully, she
brought her eyes up to meet his. Wringing her hands, she managed to
whisper, "I'm ... sorry, Jack."

"For what?" he snarled. "The fuck you gave Bob Mason?"

Tears began to well ... and then something snapped inside Adie.
Suddenly her abject selfadmonition changed to the same anger as this
afternoon when she had seen Jack and Sue. Her lids narrowed, and she
replied in a cold, slow tone. "Yes, I am sorry for letting Bob make
love to me. But you are evidently not sorry for doing it to that bitch
of a wife of his." "Come to think of it, I'm not sorry," Jack answered
sharply, "She was one hell of a good lay. Far better than you'll ever
hope to be. Besides, you don't look all that sorry. You look like some
two-bit whore after a good night's work."

The words whipped Adie's brain, but she held her ground. "Then don't
get on your high-horse to me! Bob was every bit as good as Sue was, and
I take it back about being sorry! I'm anything but sorry, you hear? I
loved his big thing in me, Jack, loved it enough to climax just when he
did! I still am carrying his seed in me, if you'd like to know, just
like Sue has yours coagulating in her vagina! And stomach!"

Jack was thrown off guard by his wife's sudden, vicious attack. "Adie -
" he started to say, rising out of the chair, a perplexed look creasing
his forehead. "Please Adie -"

"Don't please Adie me, you bastard. You think just because you're a man
you can go screw anything in skirts and I can't return the favor? Well,
I've got equal rights, and by God I have equal feelings as well."

"Is - Is that why you let Mason fuck you?"

"No." The waves of anger passed over her as fast as they had arrived,
and she calmed down, and again her head was bowed. "I - I let him have
me because ... because you made love to Sue. That's why." She looked
back up, tears welling and flowing from her eyes. "Oh Jack, I love you
so much. Really I do. Can you ever forgive me, darling?"

Jack still smarted from his wife's infidelity, but he also realized
that he had no argument to hit her with. He was as guilty as she was of
breaking their marital promise, and if his wife still loved him after
what he had done, then he would try to forgive her in return. God knows
he loved her still. More, in fact. For some unexplained reason, Jack
was drawn to his wife more than before, as though with the thought of
losing her to another man, he had awakened to the true vastness of his
love for her. He crossed to her, sitting down beside her on the couch,
and taking one of her tightly closed fists and opening her hand to
entwine with his, he tried to comfort her.

"It's all right, sweetheart. I understand. I love you, too, and I don't
want this to break us up. We have too much going for us." He put his
other arm around her shoulder and drew the still weeping woman to his
chest. "It was all a dirty plot by the Mason's, sweetheart. They
admitted to that. We were just human, that's all."

As Jack held her close, Adie stopped her crying and found that as she
thought over the afternoon, the rememberances of the lewd fucking she
had received began to excite her. She snuggled to Jack, a tingling of
arousal beginning to spread through her body. Slowly, with perverted
emotion, what he and she had done and witnessed became erotic to her,
and instead of utter loathing and a feeling of uncleanliness, she felt
the sexual fires begin to spark to life again, after having been so
thoroughly damped by Mason. As the lust grew, she wanted her husband
more and more, wanted his beautiful body lunging at her, his cock, yes,
his cock, to plummet to the depths of her soiled vagina. I want him to
fuck me! Now! Right here!

She withdrew her hand from the clasp of Jack's and dropped it to his
pants. She began to rub around his fly, dipping lower until it was in
the narrow crotch. He stared down at her hand uncomprehending her
actions.

"I want you, Jack," Adie sighed. "Let's make love."

"What?" He was incredulous, unsure he had understood her.

"Let's fuck! Is that a better way of putting it?" Her hand rose to his
belt buckle and she slowly took the belt strap and undid his pants. The
zipper pulled down and she dipped her hand inside, rummaging around
with grasping, teasing fingers at his white underpants. Her hand wormed
through the slit in the front of the shorts and contacted the shaft of
his penis, and blood pounded through his loins to fill the cock to
bursting. His hips started to churn and he began to breathe raggedly.
"Oh Christ!" he groaned, "I don't believe this!"

"You want me, don't you?"

"Oh yes, Adie, yes I do!" He ground his lips to hers and slid his
tongue deep within her, curling around her own darting tongue, and then
he began to flick his tongue in and out in a crude imitation of
fucking. Her cool fingers went on their search, grasping his now rigid
prick and drawing it out of the hole in his underpants to stand,
burning, in the air. His monstrous cock trembled in her hand as she
began to stroke it. He began to undress her, and she helped him by
undulating her body, letting go of his genitals only long enough to let
him slip her blouse over her head. Then she returned to toy with his
instrument and to fuse her wild lips upon his. Her breasts surged
against him, their nipples smoldering coals in his pawing hands. Then
he moved downward, over the flat plane of her vibrating belly to her
hair covered mound and then past, taking the silk panties she wore with
him as he stroked her thighs and legs. She whimpered with unrestrained
pleasure and lifted her legs up off the floor so he could remove her
panties, and then she threw herself upon him, forcing him down on the
couch, her body jerking with the spasmodic rhythm of copulation. She
groaned and wriggled onto his cock, her pink slit and fleece covered
lips spreading wide as if to swallow his mighty weapon alive.

"Jack, oh Jack my beloved, I want to kiss your penis!" Her words
sounded alien to her, for never before had she desired the taste, but
her hand was suddenly between their bodies, her grip firm upon his
cock, and as she spoke she drew his shaft harder against her so that
she felt every ridge and vein against her skin. "I want to feel it in
my mouth!"

"God, yes, suck it, Adie," he moaned. "I've always wanted you to!" He
was afraid this was a dream, for it seemed too good to be true. She
wanted his prick in her mouth! Unbelievable! He kneaded her writhing
buttocks, lost in the building passion which had so suddenly swept him
off his feet.

She rose long enough to undress him, a momentary delay which left his
clothes heaped in a disarray on the floor. All the while her eyes
feasted hungrily upon his penis as it stood up from his loins, and a
weird inner light seemed to shine through her eyes like glowing embers
were blazing inside her head. She stared at his purplish, mushrooming
head and shaft as though it were a mesmerizing snake urging her to come
closer.

Then she knelt between his splayed thighs, cupping the bloated sac of
sperm with her hands, and she licked her lips anticipatorily, almost
drooling with the desire to kiss the tiny sheen of fluid which had
begun to seep from the eye of his glans.

She dipped her head, her long hair cascading over his belly, brushing
tantalizingly around the object of her affections, and her lips rubbed
the moist head, savoring the slight contact. Then her tongue lashed
out, touching the smooth, rubbery tip, lapping the sticky secretions.
Adie's whole body trembled from the electric force, and sighing with
pleasure she opened her mouth wide and accepted his cock deep within
the soft, wet folds of her cheeks. She began to suck it, pulling on the
penis with a suction which sent billows of pure delight racing through
Jack's bloodstream.

He wrapped his hands in his wife's hair and drew her down farther, the
sensitive underside of his shaft sliding along her tongue like butter
along silk. "Suck it, baby, suck it," he panted, raising his leg to
wrap around the back of the couch to give her more room, "You're doing
great, sweetheart, just great!" He flexed his buttocks and dropped his
other leg to the floor, and began to jerk his loins in the motion of
fucking.

Adie moved her hands all over his groin, massaging the soft scrotum
tenderly, then using her thumb and forefinger to beat the thick base of
his cock to further excitement. She slavered up and down, her tongue
swirling around his rod maddeningly, the tip flicking across the
throbbing head with abandonment.

He looked down at his wife, enthralled by her undulating buttocks as
they waved in the air, and her groping fingers and lascivious mouth
working hard at making him cum. And he was going to cum soon ...
already the tattoo of their tempo was provoking his balls into heated
operation, boiling his sperm into escapement. He took one hand and
parted her silken hair which hung across his belly and he watched
fascinatedly as she sawed back and forth upon his penis. Her pink lips
contrasted with the blood colored shaft which pumped in her, her mouth
so tightly encased around him that her lips pulled out grotesquely as
he pulled, and then turned inward as he lunged forward again.

"Oh sweetheart, let up, please let up! I'll cum if you don't and I want
to fuck you! I want to spill inside your cunt, not in your mouth. Not
this time, oh please let me fuck you!"

Reluctantly, Adie released her frenzied hold upon his cock. Yes, she
wanted to taste his sperm, to see if she could match Sue's gleeful
swallowing, but the barren feeling down in her pulsating vagina was
overwhelming. She wanted him inside her, too, as a token of their true
love, of their undying togetherness. She ceased to suck him, lifting
her head and wiping away the thin strand of seminal fluid which still
attached her to his cock. She smiled warmly at him.

"Take it, baby!" he whispered hoarsely, "Grab my prick and shove it in
that beautiful cunt of yours." He reached for her, stroking her
shoulders with fevered hands. "Do it now, baby!"

She raised herself on all fours over him with her knees on either side
of his hips so she could dip her fingers between them, and she
encircled his hardened penis, still throbbing with uplifted desire, and
she teased its purplish shaft with her thumb and forefinger, making
Jack squirm and moan with her electrifying contact. She moved forward,
spreading her legs and thighs as she crawled over him, and she guided
his prick to her desire-drenched vagina, rubbing its bulbous glans,
still dripping from the saliva from her mouth, over her fleshy, red
tinted pubes. Her cunt valley opened as if it were the doorway to a
magic kingdom, and his gigantic key the only way to unlock it. His cock
sliced through her flesh as she flicked its girth up and down the
furrows, and she gasped from its vibrating passion.

"You like that, darling?" she groaned.

"Uhhhh!" came the bubbling answer, and then Jack jerked upwards. His
hips driving his elongated rod in the smooth wet flesh of her
unquenchable pussy. Her thighs shoved to meet his member, impaling her
elastic cunt full upon him, sending his thrusting cock deep within her
hidden caverns, deep to the very root of her lubricated passage.

"OOOOOooooooooooh!" she wailed, feeling his bloated sac of heavy cum
smack against her inner thighs, and she moved her hands to his balls,
fondling them with fervored joyousness. He plunged again, only
withdrawing far enough to make his thick shaft rub the insides of her
vagina with quicksilver tendrils, then in and out he stroked, her satin
soft ass pumping in matching tempo to his motions, her pelvis rotating
with madness over his monstrous shaft. All that Adie could think of was
for the first time she was truly enjoying being fucked by her husband.

Dear God, there had never been anything so wild, so free so damned
good! Not even with Bob Mason. She was awakened! She had never thought
such rapture could happen to mortal beings, and now, with the glut of
lascivious perversion she had witnessed and partaken of today, she was
unchained of the Victorian fetters which had so long bound her from
release.

Jack continued his demoniacal drubbing, slamming his penis still harder
and deeper in her cunt until her cervix seemed battered out of shape.
Her moist sheath clamored for more, clasping his frantic cock with
ruthlessness, and her asshole seemed to want to pucker up and kiss his
swinging balls as they slapped resoundingly on the upstroke. Adie
humped over him, tossing her head in abandoned ecstasy, spreading her
thighs yet wider so she could grovel on his loins, and her belly
churned with her impending cum.

"I'm ... going ... to cum, baby," Jack shouted beneath her, "Oh, baby,
don't stop ... fuck me! Fuck me!" He babbled in mindless ecstasy, and
she gurgled in agreement, lowering her head to kiss his neck and bathe
his ear, and then she dipped her slavering tongue deep within his
mouth, burying the words of encouragement deep in his throat as she
continued to milk his thundering manhood with her dilated pussy. She
was almost there ... so close ... and she wanted to feel their cum
juices co-mingle in a last consuming fire of lust.

The pace of his pistoning cock increased and he writhed on the sheets,
his toes curling and his hands to her buttocks, forcing her upon him
and he plunged and plunged inside her eager, straining cunt, their
wetness making lewd slurping noises as he pile-drove into her thirsting
vaginal passage.

"Oh ... oh ... oh ..." Adie chanted, raising her body, arching her back
and gripping the headboard of the bed to grind downward with more
pressure. Jack gazed at his wife's dancing breasts as they heaved and
twitched from the result of his pummelling, and her nipples hardened
and expanded from the heat of their passion. Jack ground harder and
deeper into the tender sanctuary of her pussy, up into her womb and
very essence of her soul. He watched as her features contorted with
passion, as the orgasm began its spiraling ascent to the pinnacle of
release. She became a gargoyle caricature of her normally soft and
beautiful innocence, and then she cried out and convulsed, her mouth
wide and her tongue lolling from pagan rapture. The core of her being
seemed to rip from her in animal ferocity.

"AAAAaaaaaaaaaahhhh!!!" she howled, and warm spurts of vaginal fluid
secreted all around Jack's cock, the slick fluid inundating the mammoth
shaft and trickling down between his legs. Her thighs and pubic hair
became sopped with her climatic discharges, and Jack in turn sensed his
own sticky sperm boiling up the cauldron of his testicles and race the
length of his prick. He jerked and lurched upwards convulsively, his
breath in short ragged gasps, and then the tidal wave of cum shot into
every crease and recess of her wildly sucking vagina, a never-ending
torrent of release which caused indecipherable cries of pleasure to
erupt from both of them. Her belly quivered with the violent spasms of
his orgasm, and he emptied and emptied and emptied until the white
sperm gushed out from her clasping cunt lips to join the pool of her
love juices on the bed.

He fell backwards, spent, and Adie toppled on him, relaxed to a point
of lethargy. Her legs went limp and her chest roared with the beatings
of her still avaricious spirit. She felt his turgid cock deflate with
exhaustion, yet she did not move, desiring to swallow it in her heaving
pussy. She gazed at him with loving tenderness, her eyes moist and
filled with satiation. "Oh, Jack, that was so good," she crooned, "I
never thought it could be so wonderful!" She kissed him. "It was the
best lovemaking I've ever had."

"Better ... better than with ... Bob?" he murmured hesitantly.

"Yes, Oh God yes, darling, much much better." She moved her legs, still
careful to keep his limp cock imprisoned within her cunt, until she
stretched out on top of him. "I love you, Jack," she sighed in his ear.

"And I love you, too, darling," he replied, stroking her back and ass
tenderly. He cupped the soft white moons of her buttocks and nuzzled
her hair. "I'm not even angry any more for seeing you with him."

"I'm glad." Adie licked his neck. "I'm glad that you were with Sue, you
know that? I really am. I think it helped us see what we mean to each
other."

"Adie - "

"Shhhh. Think about it, Jack. Up until now, I ... hated myself. Not
just for making love to Bob, but before that, for refusing you the kind
of love you need so badly. That - I need as well. I'm awakened now. I'm
not sure how or why, but I am, and if it's because we were fucked by
other people, then it was for the best. I'm glad Bob fucked me!"

"He cured you," Jack said with a trace of bitterness. "Something, I,
your own husband, was incapable of."

"No, no, you don't understand. It had nothing to do with you. It was
me, and it took an affair, a morally degrading act, to shatter my
innermost repressions. It just happened to be Bob, but it could have
been any man. I don't love him, I love you, and now ... now ..."

"Yes, Adie?"

"Now I'm able to respond, to be the woman you've always wanted. I know
that's what has kept our marriage from being perfect, and that's of the
past. Maybe ... maybe what the Mason's said was true."

They lay together, each wrapped in their own thoughts, their love for
each other stronger and more lasting than they had thought possible.
Finally Jack said, "Yes, maybe ... just maybe they were right. Do you
want to see them again?"

"I - I don't know."

"All that talk of wife-swapping. That's what we did today. No mistake.
And it helped our relationship. But ... do you want to do it again?"

A tingle began to crawl up Adie's spine, but she refused to acknowledge
it. "No," she said, "I don't think we should. It was beneficial this
one time, but anything more ..."

She stopped, again feeling the lewd trail of physical want wind through
her organs. She breathed huskily. "But ... well, I am a woman now,
Jack. Maybe we could take them up on their offer. At least talk it over
with them. We just had something wonderful because of this afternoon,
and perhaps more ... swapping would make us have wilder, freer, more
beautiful times together in the future." She smiled at him. "You'd like
to lay Sue again, wouldn't you?"

He laughed briefly. "There's never going to be a better woman for me
than you, and you know it, darling ... but damnit, yes, I would ..."

* * *

The next morning, Jack was kissed awake by a beaming, satisfied woman.
He gazed at his wife, smiling back, then threw back the covers and
padded naked to the bathroom. Adie followed and played teasing games
with him as he took a shower. Her fingers were everywhere as water
cascaded down their nude forms, and she soaped and scrubbed his back
and front and legs with loving care, taking special time with his penis
and balls, putting his now rigid cock in her nibbling mouth and sucking
him until he hardly could stand it. She laughed gaily, and then they
made passionate love on the bed, still wet, as there didn't seem to be
time enough to dry off with a towel.

They talked with the brightness of lovers, their marriage as fresh and
exciting as it had been on their honeymoon. After breakfast, Jack went
to the car and got the typewriter he had left there, and went into his
study to write. In spite of the neighbors, the tree-cutting man across
the way, the excavation for the sewer, he still managed to work, and
work well. The words seemed to flow from him as his sperm had, hot and
fast and never-ending. He was flushed with the success of finally
getting into his book, of actually accomplishing what he wanted to say
on paper. He stopped for lunch, exhausted, but still enveloped with the
glow of mutual adoration with his wife.

As he was eating, the phone rang. Adie answered it and said after a
pause: "Oh, Sue? Yes, Jack is here. Wait a minute." Adie handed the
receiver to Jack, adding, "It's the Masons!"

Jack jerked slightly, but spoke to Sue. "Hello."

"Hi, Jack," the woman's voice purred over the line, "I wanted to see
how everything was. I hope you don't mind."

"No, not at all. In fact, things are going excellently. I've really
been able to settle down to write."

"Wonderful! And ... the other?"

Jack pursed his lips, wondering what to say to her. "Well I ... I have
to admit that after you left, Adie and I ... talked it out, and I guess
I was a bit hasty in my words to you and Bob."

"You just talked?" she prodded. "Is that all?"

"No."

"Good. I'd hate to think we had broken up your marriage."

"Don't worry. If anything, you have brought us closer together. I
really must apologize for the way I acted. I do like you and Bob, and
Adie feels the same way."

"We were worried, Bob and I. After all, we want you to be our friends,
too, and we were afraid you held what happened against us." Sue
hesitated, pausing with the timing of a pro, and then said: "Would you
like to come over tonight?"

"l, uh, I don't know."

"For bridge. You and Adie did say you liked to play, didn't you?"

"Yes, we did. Let me ask and see if she would like to." Jack put his
hand over the receiver and turned to his wife. "Adie, would you like to
go over to the Mason's this evening for bridge?"

Adie looked at Jack, her expression one of consternation "Does that
mean ... Are we supposed to ...?"

Jack shrugged. "We were invited for bridge. That's all we have to do.
I'll see to that."

She nodded. "Yes, then I would like to. I haven't played bridge in
ages. Besides, after last night, I think it is something we ought to
do. We have ... changed."

"Yes, we have," Jack said, then into the phone he spoke, "Sue? Yes, we
would like to come over tonight for a game of bridge."

"You want to fuck me too, Jack?" she whispered throatily, "Do you want
to put that huge prick of yours in my pussy again?"

Jack felt fire burn through him in sudden, startled arousal. God damn,
she was a nymphomaniac! She couldn't be satisfied by one man, or two,
or perhaps a dozen! His loins began to smoulder and he could tell that
he was beginning to turn red in the face with the heat of her words. He
took one quick, guilty look at his still smiling wife and then cooly
said, "Wouldn't mind it, if I do say so, Sue. When should we come?"

Sue laughed at the double meaning. "Together, silly, I'll suck you if
you want. I'll take all your cum in my mouth, and lick up any that
spills. Like that?"

"Very much!" Jack felt some of his suaveness slipping away and his cock
began edging into erection along his trouser leg. "Six o'clock, then?"

"Six will be fine, lover. More time to play that way. I'll even fix a
snack, if you don't mind leftovers." Her words were like caressing
fingers on his passions, and after she hung up, he was still aware of
her presence. He felt the aching pangs of desire surging through his
loins, and shakily he told Adie of this evenings plans - minus any
mention of Sue's provocative suggestions.

* * *

Adie dressed with care, deciding on a simple white wool sheath and gold
accessories which highlighted her well formed legs and firm, proud
breasts to their utmost. As she slipped on her pantyhose, she mused at
the tantalizing thought of what might, what possibly could happen
tonight with Bob, and she paused to lick her lips and rub her palms
down her smooth, bare skin, feeling the touch of licentiousness, of
pure animal wantonness.

And Bob Mason did indeed like the way she was dressed. He was standing
on the front porch of his mansion, drink in hand, as she and Jack got
out of their car that evening. He grinned at Adie, almost as though he
were stripping her naked with his gaze, and at first she blushed and
dropped her eyes, but then she found new strength and she raised her
face to his in pert boldness.

"You're late," Mason said jovially.

"Fashionably so," Jack replied, shaking Mason's proferred hand. "You
know how women are about getting ready."

Again Mason ran his lewd, lust perverted eyes over the compact dress on
Adie, and he chuckled low in his throat. "It was worth it, Jack. Your
wife certainly is beautiful."

The three of them walked inside, and Sue greeted Adie and Jack as she
stepped from the kitchen. She wore a sarong of silk, tied in the middle
by a thin belt. It seemed to Jack that the only thing holding it on was
the belt, and if it were loosened, the full, ripe body of this
seductive female would be open to his pagan desires. As she walked
toward them, he could also tell she wore no bra - possibly no panties,
either - underneath, and the short skirt portion was barely below the
soft swell of her proud thighs. A twitch of his cock made him jerk from
the dream-like reaction he had at her presence, and he turned to Mason,
saying: "Your wife is just as beautiful, Bob. That's quite an outfit."

"Oh this?" Sue retorted with modesty, "This is something I just threw
on. You know how one likes to be comfortable around the house. And this
is an informal get-together, isn't it?"

"Mmmmmmm," Adie said, sniffing the air. "What a delicious aroma. What
are you cooking?" She smiled at Sue, an open and admiring expression,
no longer jealous of the other woman's physical possession of Jack. Not
with Bob Mason so close at hand, she thought ...

"It's about ready to serve. I thought we might play after a snack, and
so I whipped up something from the tongue we had for supper last night.
I sliced it thickly crossway, spread the slices with mustard, dipped
them in melted butter and bread crumbs and am grilling them. I was just
putting the finishing touches on the sauce diable."

"Sounds absolutely delicious," Jack said expansively. "Write down the
recipe for Adie, would you?"

"Be glad to," Sue replied, "Only wait to see if you like it. I served
tongue a la diable one night, and a guest told me she never ate
anything which came out of an animal's mouth."

"How stupid!" Adie said, "I would have offered her eggs, if it had been
me!"

They all laughed, and the evening commenced on a good note. The drinks
were served liberally, and the tongue a la diable was every bit as
tasty as Jack had thought. After the meal, they all settled down to
bridge, and in spite of the many drinks, the Rolfe's found the Mason's
to be extremely capable players. They split the partners with Adie
across from Bob, and Jack facing Sue, and in spite of himself, Jack
found he was becoming more aroused with each hand as Sue smiled or
moved the tip of her tongue over her ruby lips, and squirmed delicately
in her chair.

The conversation ranged on all subjects, and Adie was pleased to
discover that Bob had other talents beside lovemaking. His opinions
were forceful and well thought out.

"What do you think," Mason said as he dealt, "I mean, do you believe
that the students, the young people of today, are right in their
protests?"

Jack pursed his lips and then said, "Yes, I do. I think that these kids
are sick of the hypocrisy we have in government, both in the colleges
and the nation. I think they're telling us to shape up."

"Shape up?" Mason frowned at Jack. "You call their tearing down of
institutions, doing millions of dollars worth of destruction a lesson
in shaping up? Do you, Adie?"

"Don't involve me," she said "I'm only a poor housewife. I stay away
from politics and religion."

Mason bid one heart, and Adie was pleased to see she had seven card
support for his suit. Sue bid five clubs and Adie possibly from too
much to drink, passed. Jack said seven clubs, which Mason promptly
doubled.

"We live in an age of mental pygmies," Mason said as the bidding ended
with the seven club bid, doubled. "I'm not just saying that about our
colleges, but about politicians of both parties, judges, liberal
newspapers. You cannot possibly defend those who wish to destroy us, as
they do."

"Are we so right that we cannot change?" Jack said.

"Change, hell yes, we should change. But we have ways and means to do
it legally, depending on the will of the majority to decide what's
right. Right now the people are excusing both white and black racists
out of fear, and are appeasing those who threaten us and consistently
submit to demands that are loaded with reprisals if not met. It makes
no sense."

Jack hoped that since they were playing a five-card major opening bid
and there weren't 14 hearts in the deck, Sue had made a psychic opening
and was void of hearts. He led a ten of hearts, and soon learned when
Sue laid down her hand that it had been a disastrous bid. Sue had no
hearts, but she also lacked a necessary black ace to make their
contract. He had to admit to himself that Bob's doubling had been wise.

"That's because we live in an era of rapidity," he retorted. "Instant
communication, instant transportation, instant everything, including
change, and the eighty year fogeys in Congress can't be moved fast
enough, that's all. Take an example, you've heard of the new transport
and passenger jet, the SST?"

"Yes," Mason admitted. "It's like the Boeing 747, I believe, only it's
supersonic while the 747 is not."

"Right. Well one old senator voted for the 747 instead of the American
SST because, as he put it, he didn't want to go anywhere at 1800 miles
per hour. He just wanted to go places at 600 miles per hour. The way
the good Lord intended."

Mason laughed heartily. "That's a perfect example of fuzzy thinking,
Jack, if you don't mind me saying so. An old man ... what does he know,
right? We condemn him as a conservative while we adore those who call
themselves socialists, all of whom are self-centered swine whose sole
purpose in their rantings is to satisfy their ego. Now if you had done
more research on that gentlemen's comments, you would have found that
his argument for the 747 is the fact that it is subsonic, and therefore
would not cause the sonic boom, and the SST, the size of a football
field and priced around $50 million, would not be permitted to fly
supersonic over the United States or any other land because of its
"bang-zone." And the SST is nine years behind the 747, its fares would
be 20 to 40 percent higher but could only carry 60 percent of the
passengers at 65 percent of the range of the 747. The SST, even if the
flying restrictions were lifted, could not fly non-stop from New York
to Athens, Chicago to Rome, San Francisco to Tokyo - but the boomless
747 can."

Jack, frustrated, began to splutter. "I suppose you believe in the
fascist idea about Vietnam and the South too."

"Fascist? Because I love my country I'm a Fascist? Don't be silly! I
don't think that we should have been in Asia in the first place, not in
order to save the lazy and the cowards who roam the streets raping and
looting in the name of freedom. They bleat about love, these sick kids,
but what they really mean is bestiality! The only sane group are us
taxpayers who stand idly by while our money is used to support these
vermin. I say, though, that since we're in it, we should fight to win,
not lose, and then come home where we belong and clean up our domestic
mess!"

Adie could see the discussion was degenerating to an argument and might
end up in a brawl unless she stopped it. She didn't understand the
entire thing anyway, except that Jack was not as liberal as he
appeared. He was arguing for the sake of it, and was mad at going down
on his bid and losing considerable points because of the doubling. "All
right, boys, continue your harangue some other time. Right now I'm
exercising my right as a guest to ask for peace and quiet."

Sue looked at her gratefully. "Thank you, Adie. I second your idea."
She stood up and said, "I could use another drink. Anybody for
another?"

Jack rose, grinning. "Sure. I'll join you." They walked to the bar at
the other end of the room, leaving Adie and Mason alone for the first
time. Adie couldn't help but feel the salacious eyes of the man upon
her, and she smiled provocatively at him.

"That little display we put on for your husband and Sue didn't seem to
hurt you," Mason said. "He seems to show a preference for my wife
tonight. Would you be willing to go to bed with me again if they were?
You were awfully upset yesterday."

"Well," Adie said with a smile, "Let's just say I was a little shy the
first time."

"Are you now?"

Adie felt her whole moral upbringing abandon her for a second time, and
the surge of sexual freedom stirred her thighs and breasts with
physical desire. "Not in the least," she breathed huskily at him. "I
want you as much as Jack wants Sue."

"That's a hell of a lot," he laughed. "Then we'll work out something
later, all right?"

"Mmmmmmmmm, love to," Adie replied, wrinkling her nose.

"We have two double beds, and I know Sue won't mind. Will your husband
object?"

Adie was suddenly, painfully aware of exactly what she had so openly
led herself into. She could no longer hide behind the fallacious
rationale of subjugation by Mason: she was making plans with him to let
him fuck her with her husband right next to them, and no amount of
excuses could hide that fact from realization. She shuddered at her
wild abandonment of life-long principles, and she hoped that Mason
wouldn't demand too much of her, as she had never engaged in any
unnatural sex acts until last night when she had sucked Jack. Yet the
excitement of the occasion coursed through her, and she tingled all
over with the picture of the orgy which was to happen. She lifted her
glass and drank heavily, the liquor not quenching her inner fire but
only making it flame still brighter.



Chapter 7


As Sue mixed a fresh round of drinks, Jack stepped up close to her at
the bar, feeling his heart pounding at the nearness of this provocative
woman, his mind flashing back to the events of yesterday as he stood
there. He could almost feel her butter-soft mouth enveloping his turgid
cock, could almost taste the aphrodisia which was her flowing cunt
juice. Christ, he had really changed in the past forty-eight hours; if
anyone had told him just last week that the events of the previous two
days would take place, he would have called that person a liar. It was
unbelievable, and yet, it was very real. As real as his prick now
hardening in his pants at the nearness of Sue Mason, as real as his
hand which had moved as if with a will of its own, to cup and knead one
of Sue's firm, pliant buttocks.

"Ummmmmm!" she whispered, leaning her body back against his hand,
undulating her hips lightly. "That's nice, lover. Are you getting a
little hot, or am I all wet?"

"You're all wet," he answered. "I'm a hell of a lot more than a little
hot right now!"

"Do you have a hard-on, lover?"

"Jesus, yes!"

"Let me feel it," she said, and she put down the swizzle stick with
which she had been stirring the drink she'd just built and reached her
hand down to lightly fondle the now-bulging front of Jack's trousers.
"Oh, my, my, my! You really do have a lovely hard-on, don't you?"

"Christ, Sue, I want you!" Jack breathed, pressing his loins against
her swelling, buttocks. "I want to fuck you again!"

She chuckled huskily. "I know you do, lover. And I want to fuck you,
too, make no mistake."

"I don't know how much longer I can wait."

"Why wait at all?" she asked. "We can go right down the hallway there
and into the master bedroom."

"But ... what about Adie and Bob?"

Sue chuckled again. "Don't worry about them. There's a set of double
beds in the master bedroom."

"You mean we'll ... be doing it next to each other? I ... I mean, Adie
and Bob will be right there ... ?"

"Does the idea turn you off, lover?"

"Well ..." Jack stopped, considering. No, damn it, the idea didn't turn
him off. In fact, it rather excited him. He could feel his prick jerk
convulsively in his pants at the thought of fucking this seductive
woman on a bed right next to where his wife was being fucked by another
man. "No," he said at length. "No, it doesn't, it actually is pretty
exciting."

"Isn't it?" Sue said rhetorically. She fondled his prick again. "Shall
we, lover?"

"Christ, yes!"

Jack followed Sue down the hallway, leaving the drinks on the bar,
forgotten. The master bedroom was large, with the wide double beds
being set close together. Sue didn't turn on any lights, but there was
a full moon tonight and its shine penetrated the undraped windows at
the far end, illuminating the room as brightly as if there had been a
small lamp lit.

As soon as they were inside, and the door had been shut, Sue turned and
began to slowly, tantalizingly, undo the belt which held her sarong
closed at the waist. When she had it loosened, she drew the folds of
cloth slowly apart, opening it wide to allow his eyes to feast on what
lay beneath. She was completely nude, and the soft bristles of her
pubic triangle seemed to glow phosphorescently in the pale moonlight.
She shrugged the garment from her shoulders, letting it puddle at her
feet, and her body was a thing of sheer beauty, causing Jack's breath
to spew from between his teeth hotly. Jesus, she was gorgeous! Adie was
beautiful, but Sue was ... well, alluring, a seductress, a temptress as
old as the world.

"It's all yours, lover," Sue said, stepping backward nimbly to the bed
and then lying down and stretching her body out full length, cat-like
and graceful, drawing her legs apart to allow him to see the
glistening, already lubricated folds of her lovely pulsating cunt. "All
yours, to do whatever you want. What do you want to do, lover?"

Jack's eyes were hotly fastened to the magical entranceway to all the
world's pleasure which lay waiting between her widespread legs. "I want
to suck you first!" he hissed feverishly, feeling his cock jerk
paroxysmically with lewd desire. "I want to lick your cunt and tongue
your clit until you cum! I want to make you cum with my mouth!"

"Then do it, lover!" Sue urged, rolling her hips in slow, provocative
circles on the chenille bedspread, kneading her breasts with the palms
of her hands in the exciting way she had. "But get naked first! Let me
see that beautiful hard cock of yours! I want to look at it and hold it
in my hand while you eat my pussy!"

Feverishly, his mind whirling with crazed lust, Jack tore at his
clothing, throwing his shirt and trousers and underwear in a heap on
the soft carpet between her wide splayed thighs, kneeling there
momentarily and staring down at her surging, passion-lubricated vaginal
slit as if it were some all-seeing oracle about to reveal to him all
the secrets of the world. Sue reached down and took hold of his thick,
throbbing, blood-swollen cock and began to stroke it gently, teasingly,
her thumb teasing the glans opening, using the lubrication which had
begun to seep from it to moisten the entire head until it glistened in
the pale light.

Finally, with a low moan of desire, Jack flung himself at the target
which his eyes had been devouring, his mouth grinding into her wet,
desire drenched cunt, his tongue driving into the vaginal opening with
the force of a raping cock. Sue cried out softly in ecstasy,
jackknifing her legs upward to encircle his neck, raising her squirming
buttocks off the bed, her hand still stroking his cock with her arm
between her backside and the yielding mattress.

"That's it, lover!" she crooned. "Ohhh, yesss, that's nice, lover, fuck
me with your tongue, ohhhhhhhh lover, fuck me with your long hard
tongue until I cum!"

"Mmmmmmmmmm!" Jack groaned deep in his throat, his mouth pressed
tightly to her pungent cuntal mouth, his tongue flicking in and out of
her hole in wild abandon, his mind dwelling on nothing now except this
magnificent woman who was his to do with as he pleased ...

* * *

Sitting at the bridge table, Adie suddenly realized that Jack and Sue
were nowhere to be seen. Had they ...? Well, yes of course; they'd gone
into the bedroom, to ... yes to fuck. Adie trembled at the lewd images
which began to pass through her mind - images which had only yesterday
caused her pain and revulsion, but which were now bringing arousal to
her body, hardening her nipples beneath the sheath she wore, causing
fluid to flow from her vagina and dampen her panties. She couldn't help
it; she was a new woman, wasn't she? She had been awakened, and as such
she was becoming a creature of the flesh, with thoughts of sex and
lovemaking having a direct physical effect on her body, making her want
loving.

She squirmed slightly on her chair, opening and closing her thighs, and
looked at Bob Mason. "Sue and Jack seem to have disappeared," she said.

"So they have," Mason grinned. "And I know where."

"So do I," Adie said boldly. "I ... think we should go to the same
place, don't you?"

Mason moistened his lips. "I do, indeed."

Adie stood up, smoothing the sheath down over her flanks. "You'll have
to lead the way."

He took her arm, feeling the heat of her hip and thigh pressed against
his own leg, feeling his cock begin to harden. He led her down the
hallway by the bar and opened the door to the master bedroom quietly,
pushing it wide and then drawing Adie across the threshold and slightly
in front of him, so that her tightly-encased buttocks were pressed hard
back against his now turgid cock.

Adie inhaled sharply at what she saw in the soft moonlight streaming in
through the window. There, on one of the beds, was her husband,
kneeling between Sue's legs raised vertically toward the ceiling,
imprisoning his head there, his mouth buried in the soft fleece-lined
vagina, his tongue burrowing deep into the slippery passage. He was
making low, growling sounds in his throat as he labored, and Sue was
mewling delightedly at his ministrations, her hips churning wildly on
the bed.

"Christ!" Mason said, moving his loins against the softness of Adie's
buttocks. "How do you like that, honey? He's licking my wife's cunt!"

His words hissed into Adie's ear and she felt the prurient sensations
which had gripped her body outside magnify in her mind. Her breath
caught in her throat at what she was witnessing - and at the hard
protuberance of Mason's cock pressing into the crevice between her soft
yielding buttocks. Her stomach was churning madly now as she listened
to the slurping sucking sounds of her husband as he suckled the
twitching pussy of Mason's wife. And then Mason's hand slipped around
to her front, slipped inside the low-cut sheath and inside her loosely-
fitted bra to cup her entire nipple-hardening tit as if she were a
pubescent child. She gasped softly as his thumb rolled over the nipple,
and pressed her cheeks back against him with a little undulating motion
that caused him to squeeze her breast painfully.

Into her ear he breathed hot breath and the words: "I want to fuck you,
Adie. Now, right now. I want to fuck you in the asshole! Adie I want to
fuck you in the asshole!"

She stiffened for a brief instant at the vile words, at the idea of her
virginal anus being rent asunder by his huge, bloated penis, but then
the sight of her husband licking and slavering between Sue Mason's
legs, and the feel of Bob's hard, unresisting cock in the crevice of
her buttocks, sent more ripples of desire surging through her body.
Well, why not? Why not? Why shouldn't she let a man fuck her from
behind? She had tasted a man's cock, Jack's cock, for the first time
last night; her mouth was no longer a virgin, so why should she allow
her anus to remain virginal? She was emancipated now, wasn't she? A
woman of the flesh? Why not cast this last vestige of innocence to the
wind as well?

She turned her head slightly and whispered, "Yes! Yes, Bob, fuck me
back there! Put your cock between my legs back there. I want you to,
Bob, I want you to!"

Breathing raggedly with inflamed lust at her acquiescing words, Mason
pushed Adie toward the one remaining bed in the room. Once there, he
turned to her to demand that she strip naked - but she was one step
ahead of him. Her fingers were already drawing down the zipper at the
rear of her sheath, drawing it all the way down to the base of her
spine and then she shrugged out of the garment and let it fall. She
stepped out of the pool, unhooking her bra, letting her lust-swollen
breasts bob forth, the nipples like chips of hot rock; she pulled her
panties down, and stood before Mason completely nude, her eyes fastened
on the oblivious couple only a few scant feet away, hearing them moan
and mewl as their lust was being fulfilled - just as hers would soon
be.

Mason had stripped his own clothes from his body by then, and his huge,
oscillating, erect cock jutted out like some monstrous implement of
delicious torture from his abdomen. He took Adie's tiny waist in his
huge hands, his breath hot on her face, and turned her, forcing her
down onto the bed on her hands and knees so that she was facing the
wildly twitching couple on the other bed. He knelt beside her, holding
his great prick in one hand only inches from the tiny puckered ring of
her rectum while his eyes fastened on the tableau of Jack Rolfe's
insane licking of his wife's insatiable cunt.

Then, with his other hand, he began to stroke Jack's wife's soft white
buttock mounds, teasing her rectum with the tip of his finger, enjoying
the first moans of pleasure which were erupting from her throat.
Slowly, tantalizing, he inserted the tip of his forefinger into her
anal opening, wiggling it around inside, drawing greater whimpers of
increasing desire from Adie's throat. He released his cock then and
used both hands to draw wide apart the glistening moons of her upraised
buttocks, stretching the rubbery opening wide with his thumbs. He
leaned forward, so that the hard, fleshy head of his blood-engorged
penis rested against the tiny, defenseless hole. He moved his hips,
teasing the shaft along the crevice, poising it finally at the
wrinkled, slightly cringing anal ring.

Adie was trembling with a mixture of momentary fear at what was about
to happen, and intense lusting anticipation of it. She could feel the
huge, bulbous head of Mason's prick resting at her asshole, and she
thought: It's going to hurt, Oh God it's going to hurt when he shoves
all of his gigantic cock into me. But I don't care, I want it to hurt,
I want him to fuck me there. God, I'm so hot I can't stand it ... I can
see Jack there, sucking Sue's pussy, reveling in it, sopping up all of
her juices and it's making me ...

"Aaaaaaaaagggggggghhhhhhh!" she screamed then, shutting off all her
thoughts as a violent, shuddering pain rippled through her body. With a
brutal forward thrust, Mason had bored his mighty cock far up into her
tight, innocent asshole, tearing it through the membranous passage to
bury it almost to the hilt. He clutched hard at her hips, flexing again
as he thrust still deeper into her rectum, into the warm forbidden
depths of her anal passage. The pressure pushed her forward, pushed her
head down onto the chenille bedspread and prevented her from watching
any longer the actions of her husband and Sue on the next bed. Mason
began heaving forward with long, sawing strokes now, the rubbery walls
of Adie's asshole expanding before his invading cock until, finally,
with one last savage lunge he buried every single inch of his
tremendously expanded penis into her warm, tight anus.

"OOoooooohhhhhh!" Adie moaned. "Ohhhhhhh God, Bob, it hurts! It
hurrrrrtttsssss! Oh, I can't take it, it hurts too much!"

"Just ... relax, honey ... just relax and ... fuck back," Mason panted
his instructions. Numbly, Adie obeyed, grinding her buttocks back
against his sawing cock. And suddenly, Mason's predictions came true,
her anal passage grew accustomed to the great monster imbedded there,
and she was overwhelmed in a sudden burst of desire. Yes, yes, she was
beginning to like it! She was beginning to enjoy this lewd, bestial
sodomizing of her private, secret passage. Her head flailed from side
to side and she buffeted back harder and harder against Mason's
pistoning prick, feeling his bloated testicles resound as his belly
smacked wildly against the upturned cheeks of her lovely, cream-white
buttocks.

"Ohhh, yesssssss, Bob, you were right, it's goooooooodddd ... oh Bob,
fuck it, fuck it harder, fuck my asshole harder ...!"

And Mason began to fuck it harder as he was bid, his balls filling,
filling with his impending load of hot, steaming cum, his eyes still
lewdly feasting on the salacious sight of his wife and Adie's husband
on the adjoining bed ...

* * *

As he lay cradled between Sue's imprisoning thighs, his face buried in
the pungent, fervent moistness of her lusting crotch, his tongue and
his lips sucking and licking the juice of her flowing cunt, Jack was
only dimly aware of the bedroom door opening, of the entrance of
someone. He heard the whispered voices, but Sue's moans of pleasure
drowned out the words; he wouldn't have been able to concentrate on
them anyway, didn't care to hear them anyway. All that mattered for him
at that moment was the delicious hair-lined pussy which was splayed
open to his questing mouth, the hot piquancy of Sue Mason's lovely sex
which was his for the moment, his alone.

He knew of course that Adie and Bob had come to join them, but he
didn't care; he didn't care that his wife was about to be fucked by Bob
Mason, and the total lack of concern amazed him to some degree. Only
yesterday, he had almost gone off the deep end at the sight of Mason
burying his huge cock into the soft folds of Adie's pussy ... and now,
he was passively condoning it. Only yesterday, he had been afraid of
what Adie might say if she knew he was fucking and sucking Sue Mason
... and now, he was doing it right before her eyes, with full knowledge
of her presence. Strange, he thought as he drew his tongue the length
of Sue's magnificent, drooling slit, how one's life can change in a
matter of just a few hours, how you can become a different human being
with different outlooks and viewpoints in just two short days ...

He heard the springs of the adjacent bed squeak, and he knew that Adie
and Bob were on it now, were probably completely naked, were probably
fondling and kissing one another. The thought sent ripples of venerous
desire shooting through him, and he wanted to raise his head, wanted to
see what they were doing as they had been able to clearly see what he
and Sue were doing upon their entrance. But Sue's hands were wrapped in
his hair, and her thighs were like a vise around his neck, preventing
him from moving his head at all except in an up and down motion as he
licked and nibbled and tongued her beautiful cunt, as he brought her
closer and closer to orgasm.

I hope she cums soon, he thought. I want her to cum so I can shove my
cock in her mouth, deep in her mouth. Christ, I want to be sucked, I
want to be sucked so damned bad my balls are aching for release. I want
to be sucked while I watch my wife getting fucked silly by another man,
that's what I want. I want to see the depraved sight while I shoot my
sperm into another woman's throat and belly ...

"Aaaaaaaagggggggh!"

The sudden scream of tortured agony made Jack freeze, his tongue buried
deep in Sue's vagina, his teeth nibbling at one of the petal-like cunt
lips. That had been Adie ... Christ, what the hell was Mason doing to
her? Jack wanted again to raise his head, but Sue's hands were urgent
in his hair and she was moaning for him to continue the torturous
slavering of her pussy, moaning that she was nearing her climax,
moaning for him to hurry, hurry, hurry!

Jack resumed his tonguing of her open vagina, and then: "Oohhhhhhhhhhh!
Ooohhh God, Bob, it hurts! It hurrrrtttttss! Oh, I can't take it. It
hurts too much!"

And then Mason's harsh, panting words reached his ears: "Just ...
relax, honey ... just relax and ... fuck back! It'll ... stop hurting
... in a little ... while ..."

Damn it, Jack thought, what the hell were they doing? Fuck back, Mason
had said. Was he giving it to her dog style? He had tried to get Adie
to do it with him that way once, but she had steadfastly refused. And
now she was doing it canine fashion with a man she hardly knew -

Again, Adie's voice screamed at his ears. "Ohhh, yessssss, Bob, you
were right, it's gooooooooddddddd ... oh Bob, fuck it, fuck it harder,
fuck my asshole harder ...!"

Her asshole! My God, Jack thought, he's fucking her in the asshole!
Suddenly, he had to see it; he simply had to see this vile, depraved
attack on his lovely, defenseless wife. His hands came up to pull Sue's
clasping legs from around his neck, oblivious to her cries of "Lover,
for God's sake ... don't stop ... now ... don't stop, I'm almost ...
there!" He pulled his head from between her legs, bracing himself
upward, his eyes swivelling to the opposite bed.

What he saw there - Mason's huge, pummeling cock disappearing, drawing
part way out, disappearing again in the tiny puckered opening that was
his wife's naked rectum - caused Jack's cock to jerk convulsively,
wildly, almost as if he were about to cum. He stared in lust-perverted
rapture at his wife's flailing head, her madly undulating buttocks
jerking back against Mason's driving prick, her full, firm breasts
dancing below her chest as she writhed and twisted and bucked every
which way under the impossible assault.

God, he thought, Oh God, I wish that was me! I wish that was my cock in
her asshole right now, thundering in there! Jesus, my balls are going
to explode! I've got to put my cock in Sue, but I want it in my wife
... wait! I can still have it in my wife! I can still put it in Adie! I
can fuck her mouth! I can have her suck my cock, milk it dry like I've
always wanted her to do! And I can do it while Masons cock is buffeting
her asshole!

The sudden, debauched thoughts were like an electric shock to Jack's
hot, sweating body. He pulled away from Sue, left the bed to stand
before the other one, his cock throbbing and jerking before him like
some crazed entity which was parasitically attached to his loins.
Adie's head was pressed against the bedspread, her eyes tightly shut;
behind her, Mason heaved forward like a rampaging bull, his eyes
likewise squeezed tightly together, his fingers clawing at the soft
white moons of Jack's wife's buttocks.

In a choked, barely audible voice, the result of his ever-increasing
lust, Jack said, "Adie, raise your head. Raise your head and open your
eyes."

"Jack ... ?" Her voice came in a ragged gasp, almost a mewl, as Mason
ripped mercilessly into her tight, expanding rectal passage.

"Yes, Jack," he said. "Raise your head, damn it, and open your eyes!"

Adie levered her body on her forearms, raising herself and opening her
eyes to look up at him. The first thing she saw was his huge cock, held
lewdly in his hand now, seeming to sway hypnotically before her gaze.
Her tongue came out to moisten her lips as she stared at the unseeing
eye dripping fluid in the huge, purplishly swollen glans.

"I'm going to put it in your mouth, baby!" Jack whispered hoarsely. "I
want you to suck me!"

* * *

Adie began to tremble with a renewed surge of fire. The idea of sucking
her husband while Bob Mason ripped and tore at her backside was wild
and somehow appealing. Yes, yes, it would be just what she needed, to
have her anus and her mouth filled with the hot flowing cum of two men,
one her husband whom she loved deeply and the other the man who had
opened the gates to her new life as a full-blooded woman. It would
destroy the woman she had once been completely and totally ...

"Yes!" she breathed. "Yes, darling, let me suck it! Give it to me now,
darling Jack, put it in my mouth and let me suck all the cum out of it,
let me suck it dry, darling, darling Jack ...!"

With a groan of sheer animal lust, Jack moved forward, guiding his
palpitating, seminally-moist cock to her parted, waiting mouth. She
tasted the bittersweet flavor of his lubrication against her lips, felt
the heavy bloated head resting against them, and then she opened her
mouth to accept the offering. She was acutely aware of Mason's pile-
driving cock burgeoning into her now expanded, now accepting anal
passage, enjoying the heaving thrusts now; and she was dimly aware of
Sue's voice saying, "Damn you, Jack, why didn't you wait until I
climaxed before you left me? Damn you, you could have let me suck you
afterwards, or I could have done it myself! Damn you, damn you, damn
you, now I've got to make myself cum with my hand while the three of
you have all the fun! But wait, you just wait until later ..." But the
only thing which was important at that moment, really important to
Adie, was her husband's hardened throbbing cock.

Her hot, wet mouth seized what it needed so desperately - her husband's
member, an integral part of the man she loved - and she began to suck
him slowly, agonizingly, running her tongue wetly around and around the
slippery head, easing the tip of her tongue into the open slit of the
glans. Her head pumped abandonedly to and fro, slavishly licking every
inch of the thick shaft, sucking harder and harder, her tongue twirling
faster and faster, and Jack's buttocks began to flex forward, adding
his own movement to her pistoning head so that mouth and cock were
fucking together, working together, like a perfectly tuned machine.
Adie could feel the dripping shaft batter against her larynx, but she
made no move to cease the intense ramming pressure there, her lips
ovaling maddeningly as she attempted to suck the hot white load of his
sperm from his balls like a syphon.

She rolled and flung her buttocks back against Mason's forward-driving
shaft, feeling it deep in her belly, her mouth working harder and
faster on Jack's cock; he moaned and thrust desperately into her mouth,
a wailing gasp tearing from his throat as the moment of his climax
neared. Adie was mewling and moaning like a depraved animal, totally
abandoning herself to the wondrous feelings of two cocks sunk deep
within her either end, about to flood her, drown her, consume her with
gushing semen. Her hips swirled more wildly around Mason's prick; her
lips swirled more wildly around Jack's, and her own orgasm was
building, building. It wouldn't be long now for any of them, it
wouldn't be long now ...

Suddenly, Jack emitted a loud, grunting sigh of release and he jammed
his hips forward, burying his cock deep in his wife's soft, warm mouth.
Her throat tightened and untightened as torrent after torrent of his
burning fluid gushed from his wildly jerking rod, swallowing
desperately to keep from choking on the frothing sperm, her cheeks
bloating and hollowing as the cavern of her mouth filled and emptied,
filled and emptied ...

And then, behind her, Mason's fingers dug painfully into her hips, the
nails drawing blood there, and he began to chant crazily, "I'm cumming,
I'm cumming, I'm cumming, I'm cumming!" His cock began to jerk then, as
Jack's was doing in her mouth, and she felt the fire-hot semen erupt
along his urethra tube from the cauldrons of his balls and fill her
anus to overflowing, felt the searing liquid run down along the crevice
of her churning ass cheeks, along the backs of her thighs, and pool on
the bedspread beneath her flailing body.

"Keep sucking, keeeepppp succckkkiiinnngggggg!" Jack howled,
convulsively spasming forward. "Suck all of it, suck all of itttt!"

"Ooooooohhhhhhh!" Mason wailed behind her.

And then, as if their mutual cries of delight were the final trigger of
her own coming orgasm, Adie felt the beginnings of wild, rapturous,
kaleidoscopic release take hold of her own body. She gurgled and
squealed around Jack's prick, still swallowing his seemingly never-
ending flow of sticky-hot sperm, trying not to lose a single precious
drop of his seed. She reached a pinnacle of pleasure she had never
known existed in the world, a height so unbelievable, so dizzying, that
her mind threatened to burst from the sheer physical pressure of the
pleasure-pain ...

Finally, after a long, long time, she collapsed forward on the bed, the
two bliss-giving penises slipping from her mouth and her forever
stretched rectum with loud, wet, simultaneous plopping sounds. In her
stomach there was a pleasant burning, and she thought in her satiated
state that it was the blending of Mason's cum and Jack's and her own,
all the juices having flowed there from whence they were pumped into
her, or from her own secreting glands.

It's beautiful, she thought, it's so beautiful ... Oh God, I've just
seen heaven, and now I'm back on earth ... but not for long, for I will
visit it again and again and again now that I've known what it can be
like, what it is ...

She felt her head being lifted, and then lowered again onto a warm,
hairy thigh. Her husband's voice began whispering soft sweet words of
love to her, his soft, gentle hands stroking her hair, and she moved
her head around on his thigh until her mouth located his now flaccid
cock cradled in the wrinkled sac of his spent balls. She flicked out
her tongue, licking his still-warm cum from the spongy member and from
the pungent scrotum in grateful adulation ...

And then, in that moment, a strange and amused male voice said from the
bedroom doorway: "Hot damn, it looks like we've got one hell of an orgy
going on here! One hell of an orgy that's going to get even better once
everybody joins in!"



Chapter 8


The man in the doorway was large, with bright red hair, and had his arm
around a young girl barely past her teens, who leaned against his
chest, her eyes aglow with passionate response to the scene before her.

"What's going on?" Adie shuddered, lifting her head with abject
mortification from Jack's loins. The sperm seemed to congeal within her
as she tried to squirm away from their lascivious gazes. "Who ... who
are these people?"

"Friends, Adie," Mason said expansively. "Come on in, Phil. And you,
too, Meg. Good to see you again!"

"Hey!" came a yell from the living room, "How about us?" To Adie's
further horror, another two people came into the bedroom. The woman was
tall and well proportioned, with magnificent breasts, pearl white and
barely concealed in a low-cut blouse. She was rubbing the front of a
boy's pants, the bulge she had caused obvious to the world. The boy was
grinning madly, his tongue licking his dry, trembling lips, and he was
the obvious mate to the pubertal girl named Meg. "Hi, everybody!" the
woman said. "Glad to see you're enjoying yourselves."

"Hey, June!" called out Mason, "C'mon in!"

"Please, Bob," moaned Adie, "Send them away."

Adie began to feel hot tears of frustration and fear swelling in her
hot eyes. So this was the real reason behind the "bridge game." No ...
no ... it was not the simple little wife swapping she had been led to
believe, this was the group sex that Sue had talked about yesterday.
Group sex ... the ultimate in pure physical gratification, with not
even the rationale of affection between the partners. She stiffened,
dizziness overtaking her, and she glanced at her husband, unsure of her
own true emotions. Is this what I really want? she asked herself.

June strode across the bedroom to Jack who looked at her with
amazement, and she reached down and grasped his limp cock firmly in her
hands murmuring, "I like you. Maybe we can fuck each other later on?"

Jack didn't speak at once. He stared at her hand as she began to beat
his cock from flaccidity to a semblance of erection. He blinked, but
spread his legs wider in dazed comprehension of her words. "Look ...
what the hell is this anyway?" He took a deep breath, his penis
impossibly leaping to full grandeur under the ministrations of the
strange woman. "Jesus! I don't believe this!"

"You will in a while," she tittered lightly.

Adie, her eyes wide with shock, looked back at the other three
strangers. They were undressing on the spot, laughing and gaily making
comments about the fun to be had, kicking their garments from them in
haste. With a squeal, the girl raced for Mason, throwing herself upon
him, her hands grasping him as Jack was held around the thick shaft of
his penis. Mason laughed again and reached over and caressed one pear-
shaped breast, soft and pliant and promising, and kissed her full on
her tender young lips. He gasped as she skinned his foreskin away and
his red-fleshed head popped out, and she dropped to lick her eager
tongue on the glans.

With a cry of abandon, the boy revealed his own virile cock in violent
erection. Both men approached the bed where Adie lay cowering on the
sheets, their movement a frenzy of glistening bodies, their muscles
rippling and quivering, their long, inflamed cocks dancing in front of
them with palpitant heat of excitement, their balls swinging against
their thighs, their buttocks hollowing and tensing.

Abruptly Phil, his pubic hair the same wild color as his hair, put his
arm about Adie in an embrace. At first she resisted, her joints seeming
to freeze from the unnatural contact, but as his hands covered the
nipples of her breasts and began to knead and thumb then into rock
hardness, she found herself moaning with unrestrained passion. "Some
party," he whispered into her ear, "But you did know we were coming,
didn't you?"

"No, I didn't."

"Leave that to Bob to pull a fast one. Is this your first time?"

"Yes," she nodded, "Yes, I'm afraid so. I never dreamed that this would
happen. I don't know if I should..."

"What's the matter? You've been screwing Mason, haven't you?" He threw
back his head and grinned with lewd disregard for her inner torment.
"Hell, I'm a better fuck than he'll ever be! Now, c'mon, get with it.
Let it all hang out!"

Adie took one more quick look at her husband before submitting to this
lust perverted animal. Jack was groaning aloud, thrashing on the bed as
June leaned over and thrust his cock deep into her mouth in one long,
slow continuous sucking movement, the warm, wet cavern of her cheeks
sending a wild spasm of ecstasy soaring through his wracked body. "Oh
man," he gurgled. Then Adie looked around at the rest of the room,
seeing the pairing of mates, and she could scarcely believe the carnal
activity which had been so cruelly thrust upon her senses.

Sue, passionate from her masturbating fingers, had attacked the young
boy with complete abandon. She was teasing him, bending slightly
forward so that he couldn't reach between her thighs and to further
hinder him from inserting his throbbing cock into her voraciously
throbbing vagina, she had put her slim hands around his prick and was
rubbing the swollen member with her palms, working the tender skin up
and down over the glans as driblets of sticky, lubricating fluid seeped
from its tiny orifice and his balls moved sensuously around his lean
thighs. Meg was on all fours over Mason, who had his knees behind her
and was bucking away at her buttocks, fucking her mercilessly in the
rectum with savage, repeating blows.

June's head still bobbed like a yo-yo around Jack's straining prick as
though her mouth was on a string, and her hands and knees were in
between his legs as his prick soared hard up into her face until her
nose smacked licentiously into the matted pubic hair below.

"That's it, June," her husband breathed hotly, "Suck him good, you
bitch." He delved down the slim but quivering flanks of Adie, and then
dipped his middle finger into her pubic hair, still soaked from Mason's
cum of a few minutes past, and Adie, horrified, found herself aroused.
Her thighs jerked spasmodically and began to involuntarily open for his
touch, and then he rubbed and caressed the blood-inflated lips of her
red-rimmed pussy, and he moaned with sudden passion.

"Oh, God," she gasped, "This is terrible, terrible."

"No, baby, it's the living end," Phil said. "I really like seeing my
wife get it. Don't you like watching, too?"

"Your wife - !" Adie's brain reeled as she realized that he was just
like she was, involved with another person's mate while panting with
excitement over the view of the sex acts in front of them. No, it
wasn't terrible, it was beautiful! Beautiful! And Adie leaned back-on
the bed sheets and spread her legs wide to Phil's talented hand as he
rummaged and pillaged her surrendering cunt.

June took one last lick on Jack's cock, and then jerked upright and
turned around, placing her wet, almost writhing pussy directly in front
of him, and in wide open display before Adie as well, Adie watched in
unbelieving fascination as June gradually bent forward until the
breadth of her buttocks jutted toward Jack's face and Jack obscenely
rotated upward to meet the widespread lips of her vagina. June's thighs
tensed and then rippled in slim strength as she shifted on her feet and
she reached back and gently pulled apart her buttocks, disclosing the
dark, still more depraved, hole of her anus.

Around the revealed asshole, which seemed so raw and vulnerable, were a
few stray black hairs, and she twisted her buttocks, letting the tufts
wave tauntingly at Jack. He groaned and began to manipulate his own
cock with his hand and he lurched toward her buttocks. June grabbed the
stiff ramrod and it slid forward into her waiting cunt with hot,
slippery ease. Jack took hold of her loins with his hands and hauled
her to him with a resounding slap. He leaned over her, squeezing her
distended breasts as he pumped into her open cunt with complete
ferocity, attacking and retreating unmercifully.

"Now, baby? You want me now?" Phil said lewdly.

"Yes," mewled Adie, watching her husband fuck his wife. "Anything you
want ... anything at all. Fuck me! Fuck me!"

Adie pushed her cunt up to Phil, her whole body aflame with unwanted
desire. She could not help herself, and she knew she really, deep down
inside, did not want to. She realized the full meaning of group sex,
its marvelous mechanism for satiating the appetite of a full, red-
blooded woman. God! Why doesn't he take me now!

She looked at Phil's enormous cock, which stood out from the folds of
his belly and abdomen like some pagan spear, tipped with the clear
fluid of love-juice. Her face contorted with passion at the thought of
that strange member buried to its hilt in her vagina... or mouth ... or
anus ... Oh God, it was monstrous and webbed from glans to base with
heavy, throbbing blue veins, giving gleaming advance warning of the
carnality it was about to perform.

"Like it, baby?" Phil smiled lopsidedly at her.

"Yes, yes, I love it!"

"Good, because I'm going to put it up your cunt so far you're going to
spit it out." His grin broadened into a toothy smile. "But first I'm
going to lick that aching pussy of yours, suck up all that good honey
you've been spreading down there."

Adie stretched out languorously, her thighs splayed wide on either side
of him, her toes curled with expectation. All thoughts of modesty and
of caring whether she truly desired this man were vanished, and she let
a soft moan of delight escape from her lips and she squirmed her
buttocks down on the mattress, inciting his lustful prowess still
further.

Phil touched her and a million spine tingling jolts went through her
loins and belly. Automatically her hands moved to her breasts, her
thumb and forefinger plucking at her nipples and areolas as Phil had
done, like a hungry bird of prey pecking at her skin, and more
sensations rocked her body.

Involuntarily Phil sucked in his breath, and he could feel the blood
drubbing painfully into his expanded, purplish head. Tiny drops of
seminal fluid grouped around the eye of his glans as he leaned down,
his cock rubbing along her inner thigh, spearing the sticky substance
against her skin. Then, with thumbs pressed against her hair-lined
cunt-lips, Phil tenderly spread the soft yielding walls of her pussy
until its moist, coral lusciousness opened and he saw the jeweled
splendor of her clitoris. He felt Adie's warm thighs quiver and he
heard her breath gasp from her throbbing throat, and with the touch of
an expert, he leaned forward and his hot wet lips closed over the soft
protuberance at the apex of her belly.

"OOOOOhhhh," Adie groaned, raising her head to stare down between her
manipulated breasts at his lowered head in her crotch. She spasmed as
he planted long, full kisses on the soft fleece of her upraised thighs,
his tongue flicking snake-like at her gaping opening.

Adie continued her sensuous fondling of her breasts then slid her hands
down along her stomach to rest on either side of Phil's gently nibbling
lips. Her fingers stroked her pubic hair as her mind raced with the
overwhelming sensations. Momentary thoughts of Jack flashed through
her, but then they were gone, and she spread the fleshy, hair-lined
lips of her cunt slowly apart, allowing the red-haired man complete
access to her wet, pulsating vagina.

Her elbows pressed against her sides and she lolled her head from side
to side as his searing mouth burned the core of her being, and his
tongue wrapped itself around her erected clitoris. Dear God! His lips
sucked, drawing warm folds deep within his mouth, gently biting the
skin as his tongue continued the maddening licking around the urgent
pink smoothness of her surging flesh. She groaned lustily, and then her
eyes caught another sight, a sight so alien to her consciousness, that
she bolted half upright, her legs rigid.

"My God!" Adie gasped, "there's a dog in here!"

A large German shepherd was indeed sitting on its haunches just inside
the doorway, its bushy tail wagging furiously as though it understood
the lascivious rites it was witnessing. His tongue hung over thick ruby
lips, the mouth ajar so that long canine fangs gleamed with pearl
irridescence in the light, and his ears were cocked attentively.

"Don't get upset, baby," Phil crooned, his head still buried in her
pussy. "That's only Caesar, my dog. Relax. You don't really mind if he
watches, too, do you?"

Why not? Everybody else was watching or doing ... why not his damned
dog? She sighed, and the sudden, unexpected thought of the German
shepherd departed, to be replaced by the enrapturement of Phil's
hungry, massaging mouth.

Her moans of swelling arousal drove his tongue faster and he worked his
way up and down her genitals until they burned ... Yes! yes! she heard
herself wish crazily, yes I still need it so bad and he is doing his
best! Her hands clawed his hair, attempting to guide his face to the
small palpitating cuntal opening, and he plunged into her soft-rimmed
flesh, taunting it momentarily, then quickly withdrawing to tantalize
her ragged pink edges.

Adie cried aloud and clutched at him, forcefully pressing his nose
directly on her pubes, and his mouth rammed deep down to cover the
squirming crotch and bring low guttural moans from this delicate morsel
whose soft warm thighs clasped spasmodically around either side of his
head. He could feel the wet flesh slip moistly around his tongue as the
walls of her invaded vagina sucked him and tried to extract his tongue
deeper and deeper into it. It was as if her hair-lined mouth was a
devouring animal unleashed with lust-inspired force, ripping his tongue
out by the roots, and her heels snaked up and out, pushing down against
his back, making him bury himself still further in the soft, trembling
trap between her uplifted legs. His nostrils inhaled the poignant
aromas of her throbbing clitoris and her lusty, lubricious state.

Phil could stand it no longer. He stopped, causing her to cord the
muscles of her unreleased body, and she tried to stop him with her
legs, but he was too strong. "I want you to suck me, baby. Suck me as I
did you. Now ..." he slithered down on the bed and threw his legs wide,
his swelling cock a straight arrow upwards toward the ceiling. It
seemed to Adie she had never seen such a gorgeous sight in all her
life. She had to have it, she had to taste that prick in her mouth,
feel it swirl around her tongue and cheeks, and with a panting moan she
turned and crawled over Phil. His cock leaped as he saw her insatiable
desire, and then she posed her nudity over him, smoothing her hands
over her taut breasts and firm thighs, finally moving toward the
sensitive white flesh of her inner thighs and upward to the silky mound
he had just finished sucking. Adie's fingers slowly glided into the
fleshy fold of her cunt-lips, gently spreading the still wet slit until
it opened like a new-flowering bud and she thrust her loins toward him
so that he might better view her moist, coral flesh. Then quickly she
licked her lips and climbing down between his legs she took his
cementlike pillar in her mouth, swallowing it almost whole into her
throat. She began to purr kitten fashion while he tenderly caressed her
soft hair and his cock swelled to fill her sucking mouth.

She milked his cock with her throat muscles in a manner that even her
tight cunt could not match, and the length of her tongue laved the
underside of his shaft while the tip taunted the base of his member and
a portion of his testicles with insurmountable pleasure.

As they lay there, on the bed with the other wildly fucking couples,
Caesar stood at attention, his massive head tilted to one side and
little throaty whines coming from his lips. As the dog watched Adie
began to waggle her smooth-white buttocks and she hummed, Phil's heavy
and throbbing cock vibrating and nearly reaching her stomach. The hot
breath from her nostrils against his pubic hair sent further spasms of
delight rippling through the man and then Adie cupped his balls,
causing the sperm-bloated sacs to quiver as she manipulated and
squeezed them. Her throat exploited his prick in her effort to suck him
dry.

Phil lifted his head from the bed and stared down at his hard shaft
completely absorbed by Adie's lust contorted face. The sight of her
ovaled lips massaging his resilient skin increased his fever a hundred-
fold and he groaned with madness. She tantalized the ball with one hand
while her thumb and forefinger of her other hand stroked his mighty
base as she continued to suck up and down. He flexed his buttocks, his
head still raised, watched the top of her head bob up and down as
simultaneously she worked her buttocks in undulating circles and Caesar
relentlessly hammered his long tail on the floor.

"Turn ... turn over," groaned Phil. "I want to fuck you in the mouth
with me above." He pulled at her, and slave-like she obeyed. They
twisted and writhed until he was on all fours, straddling her breasts,
his turgid cock still firmly fastened between her teeth. Her body was
under his, spread out in writhing lewdness between his bent legs, as he
leaned over her and pumped voraciously into her unsatiable mouth. Adie
slid her hands along his inner thighs as she continued her sucking, and
great swirls of heat were building up in the unreachable depths of his
balls as he watched her face working on his loins. He could see the
rivulets of sweat roll in thin lines down her sides as she bucked
beneath him, and the muscles of his back seemed to be ready to snap
from the pressure of arching above her greedily clinging mouth.

Suddenly there was a little commotion on the bed beside her, and Adie
bent her head slightly, though never losing the stride of her sucking
motion, and saw Bob Mason, a sadistic grin on his face, climbing
astraddle of the young girl. He took her brutally by the hair and at
the same time thrust forward with his thick penis and rammed his head
into the split anus of Meg. The child's eyes were glazed with a wild,
ecstatic film that sent a shiver of excitement through Adie's own naked
body, and Meg began to gyrate her impaled buttocks against Mason with
complete abandonment.

Adie heard Mason croon with delight and gasp as he sawed rhythmically
and without the slightest mercy deep into the confines of the girl's
rectum. The reddish skin of the little round hole drew back with his
prick, clutching it as if it didn't want him to come out, and then her
white-smooth ass swallowed his shaft until it was submerged with not
even a half-inch of it showing, its chunky, bloated head touching her
quaking bowels. "OOOOoooohhh," the girl moaned, "OOOOOOOOhhh, fuck it,
Bob, fuck it fuck it fuck it ..." She was moaning and adding to the joy
by wildly moving her ass and hollowing her back. Adie watched her
profile, seeing her lips bared from her teeth as she smiled back at
Adie, her long golden hair strewn down over her sweating forehead like
some mad woman, and her complexion the shade of her anus.

"Oh yesssssss ..." the girl said. She rotated and squirmed, and it
seemed to Adie that she was moving closer to her, slowly attempting to
slide ou her knees, while still dancing against Mason. Adie redoubled
her efforts, wrapping her hands around the lowered shaft of Phil's cock
while she sucked at the hard rod which fucked her mouth. Her tight
elastic lips worked with all their might, her cheeks hollowing on every
outstroke and expanding on the instroke. Phil grinned salaciously from
above as he watched Meg edge her way closer to them and then he looked
down at the unsuspecting Adie.

Then the girl was next to Adie, grazing the satin flesh with her body
as still the giant pistoning cock of Mason lashed into her backsides.
Mason, as if knowing what was in store, moved with the girl as she
slipped down the bedspread, lower and lower, until her face gazed
hungrily on Adie's open crotch. Then one slim hand moved forward, her
other balancing her as Mason drove with repeated battering, and Adie
gasped with the invasion of Meg's fingers. Adie felt a strange hand
catch her nipple, rolling and squeezing it in a tender understanding
way that only a woman could know. Her upbringing had never accepted
this sort of sick thing, let alone any of the other acts she had been
doing that night, but at the moment she began to tremble all over with
the forbiddenness of the situation. Her being was unfulfilled, and she
couldn't, even if she had wanted to, resist the young woman's advances.

Mason flailed at the girl's ass-hole, urging her onto more perverted
acts with Adie's body. "Touch," he commanded. "That's it. Let me see
you feel her cunt, baby. Stick your hand in there and enjoy yourself
while I fuck you back here!"

The alien fingers needed no urging. Like spiders they slithered down
Adie's body and curled their tantalizing way into the brush of fleecy
pubic hair. And in spite of her shame, Adie could not help but respond.
She sucked voraciously at Phil's cock as the hand groveled in her
crotch with tantalizing touches, running over her breasts, her sides
and legs, only to return to the lubricious hole of her vagina and the
little anus below. Meg flicked a tender finger against the ring, and
said, "I am going to make you cum like a volcano ..."

Adie moaned through full lips, "Oh yes, yes please ..."

Thick fluid began to spill from the corners of Adie's reveling mouth as
Phil, turning to see the action behind him, felt the rumbling cauldron
of his balls begin to explode. Adie continued to suck at his cock like
some wanton whore, and the thick pummeling instrument seemed to vanish
into the fusion of her face as he drove with hollowing buttocks far
into her mouth like some distended pile-driver. His coarse pubic hair
caressed her nose and his balls slapped her chin in lewd unison to her
strokes.

Adie shuddered again as Meg put her lips to the wildly coursing cunt
before her and kissed it long and tenderly. Dimly Adie realized that
Phil was about to cum and she was afraid she would strangle in her
position, but still she slavered on ...

Until Phil jerked his cock out of her mouth and held it above her
starving cheeks, his fingers a contrast on the glistening, huge, red-
eyed glans but a scant two inches from her.

"Oh no," Adie groaned, "Please, I must have it, I must!" She tried to
pull him down to her, her mouth gaping at his jumping prick. But before
she could close the distance, he gasped and hot sticky semen flowed
from it directly into her mouth, the searing cavern wide in
anticipation of what it was about to receive. The thick quick spurts
streamed like milk from a cow's udder, filling her mouth to the brim,
and she swallowed, trying not to lose a drop of the boiling, lust-
infused potion. Her Adam's apple bobbed as it tried to keep up with the
ejaculating penis.

As Phil's cock pumped its remaining liquid and throbbed into stillness,
Adie desperately lifted her head to catch the last thin streams which
ran down his cock, and she tried to take the deflating prick in her
mouth.

"Please! Oh for God's sake," she whimpered, "I'm going mad inside. Fuck
me, fuck me now!"

Phil chuckled and rolled off and stretched out beside her across from
the girl. "Not with Meg to keep you warm," he said with a leer.

"Dear God," Adie breathed. What now ... what does he mean? I'm going
out of my mind. That girl ... that Meg's lickings ... are driving me
wild!

Adie raised her head to watch in half revulsion as the young girl
nestled her face in the hollow of her open thighs, and behind her
kneeling body the crude figure of Mason humping away with increasingly
savage strokes into Meg's tightly clenched rectum. She let her eyes
rove over the loveliness of the blonde girl's voluptuous nakedness, and
she felt the soft kisses on her skin and the hot puffs of breath on her
creases and the magic tongue licking her cleft, simply licking in long
strokes from top to bottom, not entering yet but bringing Adie to raise
her loins with each slow licking of her sensitive labia. Her clitoris
hardened even more as it peeked out further to enjoy a grazing tickle,
and she hissed and squirmed and writhed insanely - then as suddenly as
it had begun it stopped.

Adie couldn't stand it. She had been played with and brought along to
such a peak of sexual frenzy that she had to have release, even by this
girl. She curled around, trying to urge Meg to further manipulations,
kissing and playing with the girl's lips, closing her eyes as she felt
soft lips answer back. Her hand engulfed the small young breast with
its berry-like nipple, and then she turned completely around so that
she could send her tongue swiftly flickering over Meg's breasts while
Meg lowered her head and sucked her areolas and nipples to hardness.
Adie worked her throat insanely, wriggling still further down between
the arms and legs of the girl, kissing and licking her ribs and stomach
and belly with an eager and fervently lashing mouth ... tongue ...
lips. Meg pressed her mouth in encouragement, her tongue invading in
return as she gently contacted Adie's lower parts, and then ... at
last, they lay in reverse to each other, each with their mouths glued
tightly to the other's seething wet cunt. Their tongues lashed
everywhere, slipping in the juices of their vaginas and always
returning to the sensitive tingling clitoris.

Adie looked up at the honey blonde pussy, its long red slit trailing
along her buttocks to where Mason's massive cock split it, its length
buried to the hilt up her widespread anus, his heavy balls pulsating
before her. She could see the puckered red opening of the anus as it
clamped around the surging prick, and the beautiful moon-shaped
buttocks as they swayed rhythmically and the enticing pink flesh and
the sparkling droplets as they clung to her golden fleece. The musky
scent was overpowering, and Adie lashed out with her tongue again,
going around Meg's clitoris as she had just a second before, and she
found her tongue clasped by the girl's cuntal petals, and her own lips
came in contact with the soft pubic hair as she stretched her tongue to
its entirety and stabbed the erect bud of the clitoris.

Then with uncontained lust, she reached higher and nuzzled Mason's
testicles, taunting the half-exposed member with the tip of her tongue
as she swallowed the open cunt, finally sucking the inner-lips and
clitoris in her mouth simultaneously. She raised her buttocks around
Meg's ravaging mouth, pressing her gleaming pussy until she felt the
girl's nose against her plundering hole. Furiously she tasted the sweet
delicious cunt above her and the tangy saltiness of Mason as he fucked,
her own unsated passion mounting and mounting.

Several sighs of envy seemed to come from the others who at different
times released their animalistic passions around Adie. The boy and Jack
crawled over to Meg and moved Phil aside so that they could lay beside
Adie and reached for her hands, their cocks hardened and pointing
ceilingward.

"Christ, look at them go!" the boy said.

Jack could only groan and then place his wife's fingers around his
prick just as the boy had done on the other side of her. Automatically
Adie's soft white fingers closed around the cocks and began to stroke
them rhythmically, massaging them up and down to the same magic tempo
of her and Meg's oral fucking and Mason's sodomic perversion. Jack
cupped one of Adie's breasts as Meg moved her hands to spread the
steaming cunt below her.

"Somebody please fuck me!" Adie screamed. "I must have cock! You hear?
Somebody stick their cock in me! Please!"

Phil, sitting cross-legged with Sue licking his cock in an attempt to
get new life into it, laughed expansively. "Are you really ready,
baby?"

"Ooohh, yes, yes, I am!"

"Then raise your ass up. That's it! High!"

"Yes! Yes!" Adie cried, her tongue still buried in Meg's quivering cunt
as she thrust her behind as high as it would go.

"Get ready for the finest fuck you have ever had," Phil said, and then
he snapped out, "Caesar!"

Adie felt the bed give and the strange presence of another weight climb
on it, and suddenly she felt a clasping around her waist and a slippery
yet hard rubbery spike rub along her legs. Again and again the shaft
danced near her spread-eagled hole, and yet it never quite made it in,
and with a moan of desperation, Adie reached down and impaled her half-
crazed vagina full upon it.

"Oooooohhhh," she moaned as the long prick soared up in her cunt,
quelling the burning demon which tore her innards asunder. The cock
burst through her belly like a bullet, and she cared not who had
supplied the weapon, only that his penis was battling the hungry wet
walls of her vaginal tunnel. She sucked at Meg's delectable young pussy
as the girl twisted around to make room, licking and kissing it as her
lover expanded his cock into a swelling pile-driver which hit her womb.
And then she reached down again, only this time to caress and encourage
the man who had been so kind to her, and she felt fur and hairy
forepaws as they wound around her waist.

Oh my God! she screamed inwardly ... It's that dog! It's Caesar who's
fucking me! A low wail escaped her, and she flayed her head back and
forth as she thought of the mammoth brute expanding his animal penis
inside her cunt like a balloon. It was too late, she couldn't stop it
... she couldn't stop herself from the rising tide of her sensations
... he was like a hammering machine, and he was beautiful ...
absolutely the finest! Wildly she returned to lick and tongue Meg's
wildly bucking cunt as the girl lowered herself on Adie's open mouth,
grinding her pussy like a plundering abyss on the face below.

"OooooOOOOhhh," Adie said in muffled squeals, "I'm ... I'm ... going
... going to ... to cummmmm!"

"Fuck the dog, damn you!" shouted Mason. "Pound that ass of yours tight
up there!"

"Yes ... yes ... yessssss! MMMMmmmmm!"

As Adie cried out with her impending climax, Caesar suddenly gave a
savage thrust deep within her entrails and let loose a stream of thick,
scalding juice, and he flooded her vagina with jackhammer lunges full
of hot sticky cum. Long jets of it ricocheted off her cuntal sides and
steamed from her pussy to flow like lava down her thighs and pool in
coagulated puddles on the squeaking bed below.

She came, screaming from the size of her release, and she heaved her
buttocks against the pounding loins of the German shepherd as his cock
continued to empty inside her with unbelievable force. Her thighs
trembled and her belly quivered as though some giant pressure was
beating down upon her, and her brain reeled insanely from the sensual
reactions traversing through every bone and sinew of her lust-crazed
system. She was in Valhalla again, beautiful Valhalla! Faintly she
heard Mason cry out and her husband's guttural groans and Meg's howls,
but it was all in the background of her mind, and then she collapsed, a
heavy black sleep engulfing her ...

Later, and into the wee hours of the morning, they rotated by turns,
abandoning themselves to frantic surges of lust, alternating cunt and
asshole and cock until they were ready to drop from exertion. And then
they rolled off the beds in complete absolute depravity, boy and girl
and dog, pawing and clawing at each other, squirming and groaning, hot
and hungry for their delirious partners. Finally, at a quarter to four,
Jack picked up the now sleeping Adie in his arms, and with Mason
following with their clothes, walked naked to their car. He thanked
Mason and the guests for a wonderful time, put Adie in beside him and
drove home, a contented, fully satisfied man.



Chapter 9


Jack completed his novel less than three months after that night, and
it was accepted by his publisher with enthusiasm and praise and a
promise of an unlimited promotion campaign to put it on the best-seller
list. The publisher also requested a sequel to the novel, assuring Jack
of a handsome five thousand dollar advance against nothing more than an
approved outline.

Once the news of his success leaked out to Jack's former co-workers on
the Sentinel, and to those Seattle people who gave parties in honor of
literary figures, Jack and Adie were inundated with invitations to get-
togethers. They turned down most but were forced by social necessity to
accept one or two here and there. As Jack put it, "Going to one of
these things once in awhile is a necessary evil. But I'd much rather
move within our own circle of close friends."

"Like the Masons'?" Adie had asked teasingly.

"Like the Masons," Jack had agreed, winking. "And like Caesar, too."

At one of the parties, given by another former fellow Sentinel reporter
named Swanson, Adie and Jack were standing on the patio, pretending to
enjoy themselves and wishing enough time would elapse so they could
make a graceful exit. Adie was restless and kept moistening her lips
with the tip of her pink tongue. Jack knew that she was becoming
progressively hornier, for Adie's sexual appetite had heightened
unbelievably since that orgiastic night at the Mason's mansion. She
couldn't seem to get enough of him, his cock, his mouth, his tongue,
every inch of his body. She was a new woman, all right, Jack thought: a
new, exotic, alluring woman that he had never dreamed of possessing. It
was like a miracle; he had never been happier, more contented, and his
completion of the novel, the full and total satisfaction from the
knowledge that it was good, very good, was directly descendent from
Adie's physical awakening. And for that matter, his own. A fulfilled
man sexually was a fulfilled man creatively; he now firmly believed
that.

They were still seeing the Masons of course. Usually about once a week.
On some of those occasions it was just Sue and Bob, but on others there
was Meg and June and Phil - and Caesar - plus a progression of others.
Strangely enough, it was those nights that both he and Adie seemed to
look forward to with the most relish; for weeks after one of those
sessions, fucking Adie was like fucking a crazed predatory panther.

He wouldn't have had it any other way, since those were the weeks when
his writing peaked to perfection.

As she stood now on the Swanson's patio, Adie tugged at his arm and
whispered, "Do you see that couple standing alone over by the pool? The
tall red-haired girl and the handsome man in the herringbone suit?"

"Yes," Jack replied. "I see them, baby."

"They look as if they're as bored as we are."

"They do, don't they?"

Adie tapped one long fingernail against her gleaming white teeth
thoughtfully. "You know," she said at length, "that man looks extremely
interesting, if you know what I mean."

"I do indeed," Jack grinned. "And so does his wife."

"I wonder," Adie whispered, "if he's hung as well as you, darling. I'll
bet he is, almost. I'll bet he has a lovely long hard cock."

Jack grinned again. She was really working herself up, all right; she
was going to throw him one hell of a fuck when they got home tonight.
He said, "Why don't we go over there and introduce ourselves?"

"That's a fine idea, darling."

Jack's eyes slowly, languorously, began to undress the red-haired woman
as he and Adie started across the patio. Maybe, he reflected, we'll
have something in common, a starting point. And then later, when we've
gotten to know them ... well, we'll see about that! Damn, but that
redhead is nice! If, as Adie had projected, the tall man possessed a
large cock then it was a certainty the redhead had one hell of a tight
sweet pussy to accommodate it ...

As it eventually turned out, Adie was right ... and so was he ...


The End