The problem of young widowhood is one that many experts in the field of psychiatry and social relations have found extremely difficult to handle effectively. Nowadays, with the dissolution of organized religion, there are no traditional outlets for the grief a young woman feels after the loss of her loved one.
The problem of the war-widow seems even more insurmountable. Not only is she young and widowed, but she must also struggle against a myriad of irrational social sanctions which prohibit her from seeking out male companionship after a normal period of mourning has passed. Unconsciously, she may feel she is committing a wrong against the memory of her husband and betraying a sacred trust to her country by breaking her sexual abstinence while the war effort is still going on.
As the Viet-Nam conflict winds down to an unsteady truce, many unhappy tales of separation and loss are coming to a hopeful if not happy ending: families are reunited, young women who have lost their husbands now feel free to pursue their lives in a normal, healthy fashion. But what of those untold stories that have marked a dark and confused period in our nation's history? Who has been standing by to record the anguish experienced by women who have lost their husbands during an era of unprecedented disruption in the moral fabric of our society?
We, the Publishers, are proud to present this new novel by Allan Chase. He has drawn a picture that is true-to-life in its portrayal of young Liz Calloway's attempts to break free from those forces which have forced her into a limbo of painful sexual abstinence. The author draws from the full range of human emotions in presenting this story and there are no punches pulled. It may not be pleasant, but it's a story of our times, and a necessary one that needs to be told.
-The Publishers
CHAPTER ONE
Karen Soames couldn't see the face, but she knew it was her new neighbor Liz Calloway because of the way male heads quickly turned as the pretty young widow cut through the sidewalk overcrowded now with summer people. And it was the long-haired blonde girl's walk cool, self-contained and proud ... despite the hot, sticky New England coastal air ... despite the hungry, leering looks at her "sex pot" body. Those glances came from outsiders, Karen realized hippies wandering the "quaint old towns" for the summer or white-legged businessmen in baggy Bermudas. Everyone else knew Elizabeth Calloway ... so innocent and lady-like, so youthfully cheerful despite her recent tragedy ... came from one of the oldest, most upper class families in this very staid, class-conscious New England town.
Perhaps they mistook her for some movie star on vacation, Karen giggled to herself with great amusement.
The lithe young brunette watched the silly spectacle from a splintery park bench in the shady village square. On either side were the things she'd bought that morning they practically took up the whole bench. And at her feet rested the handsome, ebony-coated German Shepherd named Blacky that the young housewife took everywhere with her. He was on a leash, stretched out sleek and black on the shadow-dappled sidewalk, but he glanced up at her frequently like a lover with watchful, wickedly gleaming big brown eyes.
Arranging her packages under either elbow, she nodded at Blacky, stood up and began to cross from the park to the other side of the narrow street. The pretty brunette had an hour to kill before she could go home and she hoped her new neighbor might join her for a cup of coffee.
It was Liz all right! The generously curved blonde had stopped just before the corner and Karen could see her peering thoughtfully into an antique shop window. The brunette came up beside her and dropped her packages to the sidewalk for the moment.
"Oh, hello there!" Liz turned with a surprised smile.
"I was sitting on that park bench over there," Karen jerked her head, then went on breathlessly. "Do you feel like a cup of coffee?"
"Yes, that sounds good. Could you wait a minute? I have to pick up something here."
"Okay."
"Well?" Liz stopped at the door. "I'll wait here," Karen nodded down at her packages.
The weary shopper could feel perspiration inching down her scalp as the bells tinkled on the door and the cool-looking blonde disappeared into the dusty cluttered antique shop. Jesus, she was glad Liz had slowed down, otherwise she would never have caught up with her. As friendly as she was, Elizabeth Calloway just wasn't the kind of person whose name you screamed out in public from a crowded sidewalk.
Liz was back in a couple of minutes, carrying something knitted under her arm. Karen raised her eyebrows: the temperature was stuck at 90.
"Where shall we go?" Liz said.
"Any place that isn't interesting, old, or quaint. How about Rexall's Drugstore?" She dived immediately for her packages, suddenly liking the idea because it was out of the ordinary.
"At least there wouldn't be any tourists," the blonde hesitated.
Karen watched her intently through her sunglasses as the two girls climbed the steep hill away from the downtown district. Liz was wearing skin-tight slacks, sandals, and a vaguely see-through shirt, her full breasts bouncing around inside in two firm, ripely swelling bulges. Why any woman as young and gorgeous-looking as Liz Calloway would want to remain in a little town like Pepperston was beyond Karen's understanding.
The two girls walked into the air conditioned drugstore and headed for the back booth. The darker woman caught another glimpse of the opulently rounded breasts when the blonde bent over to get into the booth.
"Well, what's up?" Karen asked, as if she really expected an answer.
"Same old thing," Liz smiled. "Nothing ever new around here. You ought to know that by now."
"As you may or may not have noticed, I let my hair down," Karen ran her fingers over her dark hair which was now parted on the side and hung down straight and silky to her shoulders. She knew one side kept falling over her eyes, giving her a slightly wanton appearance. Usually she wore it in a neat twist at the nape of her delicately carved neck. That had been the first compromise when her executive-husband had taken a job in the new paper company built outside of Pepperston but this was how she used to wear it.
"It looks very nice," Liz said.
"I'm glad you said that," Karen went on. "I ran into that bag Mrs. Lowell and she kept asking what I had done to myself. I bet she told me five times the old way looked so much nicer! So she doesn't like it, I thought. Well, fuck her!"
A slight pause followed her comment and Karen Soames realized she had gone too far, done it again! Every time she relaxed around some local person, she ended up opening her pretty mouth and shocking them. She was never going to fit in! Damn this boring town, damn her husband too...
"How's your husband?" Liz broke the silence, interrupting the other woman's thoughts, almost as though she had been reading them.
"Pretty dull," Karen admitted glumly. Now that she had got started, the sensually alluring brunette felt stuck in this outspoken mood. "He's a workhorse, which makes for pretty routine living, especially in the bedroom."
"You've got a nice place," the blonde pointed out.
"That's what I always told myself. Yesterday I walked out by the pool and asked myself: 'Is it worth it?! ' Well, I decided it wasn't!"
The brunette hesitated, then went on: "You want to know the truth, I'm building up my own personal account in preparation for moving out of here ... alone. That's why I've been sitting around here all day. Sunday is his day home. We're avoiding each other as much as possible ... It's mutually agreed upon."
Abruptly, Karen shut up. Obviously, Liz didn't want to know. Karen was from a well-to-do family in New York City. In New York, everyone seemed to talk about their problems, was going through analysis and so forth. But Pepperston was very different. People here seemed satisfied with their simple lives they never complained about anything, except maybe the weather. A wave of guilt surged through her too. Poor Liz had lost her husband in Vietnam just three years ago and would probably be glad to have any husband with the usual exciting male equipment.
After that, Karen resumed her ordinarily good-natured manner, and the two girls discussed Liz's new apartment which was just around the block from the Soame's split-level house. Both lived on the fringes of town in a new modern development. Liz's place was a two-story apartment in a swank set-up of connecting townhouses. Most of the residents of the area were executives like Karen's husband, brought in from New York or Boston to manage the new paper plant.
"I hate to be rude," the young blonde was suddenly saying. "But I've got to buy a few more things before the stores close, Karen. I'm going out for the evening."
A date? Karen wondered, but didn't ask. The two girls parted in front of the drugstore, where Liz gave Blacky a friendly pat just before she waved and took off.
Karen watched the enticing girl walk back down the hill toward the shopping area, then turned down a side street where she had parked her car. A handsome blonde man whizzing by in a red MG caught her eye. Although she was married, Karen was keeping an eye out for someone, but it wasn't easy in a burg like Pepperston. Why Liz Calloway, who was single...
Well, she had enough problems of her own, Karen reminded herself as she opened the door of the station wagon, letting Blacky crawl in first to sit beside her on the front seat. Then she slid in and closed the door, glancing around to make sure no one was about.
Slowly she leaned forward, holding Blacky's face warmly, then near breathless, she parted her moistened lush lips with her lewdly darting tongue. Unhesitatingly, his longer, thicker one gently touched it in a fiery caress.
"Oh, you gorgeous creature," Karen pulled away and stroked his powerfully muscled back. "What would I do without you, my sexy darling?"
CHAPTER TWO
Elizabeth Calloway walked a block down the hill, then stopped under the awning of a hardware store, waiting for the sound of Karen Soames' station wagon pulling out of the village. When the heavy car roared down Hillside Lane, she stepped back out onto the sidewalk. It was silly, she knew, but she didn't want Karen to know that she was actually visiting another friend rather than going shopping.
The young blonde crossed Main, approaching an older apartment house from an alley. She picked her way through the muddy backyard then climbed the staircase that crawled up the outside of the ramshackle building. She stopped where the stairs turned into a small landing at the third floor. Looking down at the treetops and the cars parked in the lot below, she experienced a feeling of vertigo that added to her already uneasy feeling. Tonight she was going out on the first date she'd had since her husband Bob was killed, and she felt as nervous as a ballerina on opening night.
She rang the bell, then glanced at her watch, and her stomach sank queasily as she realized there was only one hour left before Kevin Burroughs picked her up at her apartment. Her handsome blonde date was a new executive at the paper company and lived three apartments down from Liz in the Colonial Groves Townhouses.
But first she had to get this damn bikini altered. Simon had to be out of his mind if he thought she was going to wear this in public! Bobby and Simon were the two homosexuals that ran the antique shop. Simon, who did some clothes designing on the side, had whipped up this two-piece, see-through bit of nothing as a favor. Some favor! She'd taken one look at it in the antique shop and practically fainted.
"Elizabeth, darling," the door suddenly open and Simon stepped back with a limp flick of his wrist.
"Simon!" Elizabeth charged through the door into the two men's living room. "I picked this up from Bobby at the shop. How could you do this to me? You don't expect me to wear this tonight, do you?" she demanded, her voice rising.
"I do," Simon said coolly. "And you will look great."
Liz was already in the bathroom undressing. She tore off her clothes, then slipped into the tiny white bikini, jumping up to the rim of the bathtub in order to get a better look at herself in the mirror over the sink. Oh God, she thought, Simon had cut it in such a way that she was worse than naked! Every curve in her tanned body stood out and was accentuated against the white material. Her fully swelling breasts were more exposed than covered. She turned and saw her firm young ass-cheeks only half-contained by the high-cut leg bands. No man could look at her without inevitably thinking just one thing. Despite her upbringing, one thought, one word came to Liz's mind: Fuck! She almost felt embarrassed before Simon as she charged back into the living room to show him.
Giving him an angry glare that could have boiled water, she began to walk back and forth across the living room. She hadn't taken off her high-heeled sandals and, as she walked slowly across the room, her breasts quivered and her hips and pelvis swayed and undulated in an inbred provocative rhythm. Elizabeth was brazenly parading, but she was doing in on purpose: she wanted Simon to see the impossibility of his creation on her roundly voluptuous body. No one said anything. It was so still in the room you could hear the ticking of the antique grandfather clock and the soft step of her shoes on the deep pile carpet. Finally, Liz turned to face her friend.
Simon came up to her and slowly walked around her, his eyes cold yet interested as he took in each part of her well-endowed, sculpted young perfection. He stopped and stared long at her smooth, tautly out thrust buttocks, came around in front to admire each jutting breast separately, took in her loins and firm molded thighs and legs with an unexpected intensity that made Liz suddenly nervous. For a moment, he said nothing, his eyes drinking in her body while Liz flushed and averted her eyes.
"I look at you and I'm sorry I'm such a fag," he finally said softly.
"Then, you see what I'm talking about," Liz flushed even deeper.
"Yes, I see what you mean," Simon spun away from her, covering his eyes. "Now get back in your clothes quick before Bobby comes home and sees you like that. He'd be jealous!"
In spite of herself, Liz had to laugh. As she changed in the bathroom, Simon came to her with a drink. Turning his head away, he held out a martini around the half-opened door saying, "I'm sorry, darling. But I still think the suit is great. It's just that you're not ready for it."
"What the heck is that supposed to mean?" Liz, on the other side of the door, tossed back her head and drained the glass in one gulp.
"Well ... I'll wait till you come out."
Liz dressed quickly, anxious to hear what he would say. Despite this current misunderstanding, Bobby and Simon were practically her best friends in Pepperston. If someone had told her four years ago that she would be friends with two homosexuals, she would have thought they were nuts. But she was. All her high school friends had got married just like she had. But their husbands hadn't been killed, and well, they were all busy now raising children. Liz had naturally been left socially with the newcomers to the little town, and she felt more and more drawn to them every day. That was why she had consciously decided to move to the new apartment. That was where the young single people were and she was a part of that group, whether she wanted to be or not.
Simon handed her another drink as she came out. "Look, this is all so painful. But I've known you a long time. I know your whole story." He laughed awkwardly. "Prettiest girl in town marries the high school quarterback, loses him. And is losing her days of former glory. I'm giving you two pieces of unwanted and unasked-for advice."
"What?" Liz asked curiously.
"Well, for one thing, get out of Pepperston. You've been a big fish in a little puddle too long."
"And secondly?"
Simon moved over and sat on the arm of a chair, swinging one leg. "In one word: Fuck!"
Elizabeth flinched and fought to keep her composure. "You're being filthy."
"And you, my sweet young thing, are a prude. It shows. Being a prude goes over big when you're seventeen and the Homecoming Queen, but not in a woman who's been married who's twenty-three. Look at yourself!! I know you well enough to know you can't even remember what Bob Calloway looked like. Six months married and he's gone three years. So quit using his memory as an excuse not to do what I, my dear, simply love to do. Fuck fuck some beautiful men. Go out and have an affair, have two, three affairs. Live a little!"
Although she felt as if she had just been scalded, Elizabeth finished off the drink and let the words sink in. They were ruthless, but true nonetheless. Even Bob had called her a prude. And now that she was finally going out, what was her concern? How much would Kevin Burroughs expect her to give in to him ... sexually! Liz knew from reading the papers and magazines that standards had changed considerably since the days when she was a popular high schooler.
"So it's your considered opinion that I should let ... let this Kevin Burroughs make ... make love to me when we go out tonight?" she said, picking up her purse.
"Why not?" Simon screeched, following her to the door.
"Because ... I just couldn't!"
"Well, then, will you just relax and let what happens happen ... instead of setting up your guard against everything from the beginning?"
Liz kissed Simon on the cheek and stepped outside the door.
"I guess that's the way to go about it," she admitted. "I was wondering what attitude to take. That sounds like a good solution, Simon."
"Whatever will be, will be," Simon waved at her receding figure. "Just don't do anything I wouldn't do!"
Laughing slightly, Liz shook her head and made her way to Main Street where she had parked her car. The next hour was spent scurrying around her apartment, picking out something to wear and doing her hair with a haste that didn't leave much time for thought. Still, she knew she felt better after the conversation with Simon. like he said, she'd just relax and flow with the evening. Liz was really feeling the two martinis now and, in a daring mood, she fixed herself two more just before Kevin Burroughs arrived.
CHAPTER THREE
Burroughs himself was a pleasant surprise-nice-looking, well-mannered, not at all the lecherous bore the apprehensive blonde had feared he'd turn into when they were alone together. He accepted the change in plans he had asked her to go swimming with good grace. Instead, they had a scrumptious dinner of lobster thermidor and two bottles of white wine at the best seafood restaurant in the area.
By the time they came out, she almost wished she hadn't left the daring swimsuit at Simon's. The evening was pitch dark, warm but muggy. Wisps of fog floated across the parking lot from the ocean less than a mile away. She followed Burroughs to his red MG and conversed with him comfortably as he drove around the town, which was typically dark and quiet on a Sunday night. Liz didn't know exactly what he had in mind to do next, but she didn't worry much about it, she was so relaxed from the drinks they'd had and his casual manner.
"I like Pepperston," the young blonde-haired bachelor said as he began heading out of town. "It's close to Boston, but there's still a country atmosphere."
Liz peered out the front window of the sports car. The headlights made a tunnel through the fog glimmering murkily before them.
"I really don't have much to compare it with," she said with a slightly intoxicated slur. "Pepperston is the world to me."
"Hell ... " Kevin Burroughs laughed. "It's a nice piece of the world. I've lived in New York and other places," he made a right on a deserted country road heading toward the beach. " ... Don't worry, you're not missing much."
Burroughs looked at the girl's image in the mirror. The shifting light played in ghostly triangles over her high-arched cheekbones and caught in her green eyes where it seemed to dance and glint in fiery emerald sparks.
"After Bob was killed, I didn't have much interest in seeing anything," she said.
He was silent for a moment; then he said, "Well, I can understand that. But, after three years now, maybe you'd enjoy it."
She gave a short laugh. "People keep telling me that. But it's difficult." Then, abruptly, she changed the subject. "That was a wonderful dinner, Kevin. But why are you driving out here?"
The thick foliage along the roadside brushed against the small sports car. Kevin made a sound deep in his throat that was more like a grunt, a response to the rough dirt road that had become nothing more than a few ruts in marsh grass. "Thought we'd take a look at the scenery," he said.
"Some scenery," her voice was light and musical. "I can't see anything but fog and a few cattails."
Funny weather this time of year," he said.
"Yes, funny weather," she said. "And you're pretty odd yourself."
"Think I'm trying to put the make on you?"
She lit a cigarette. He could see the ember deepen orange as she took a drag, exhaled, and said, "I'm not vain. But I am single."
"Shit."
"Is that any way to talk on a first date?"
"Shit, shit, shit," he said.
"You are crazy," she said.
Burroughs brought the car to a halt next to a thicket. Through breaks in the bushes, he could make out the white sand of the beach. The fog had cleared down by the water, and there were a few stars peeping through the cloud cover. The rush of waves could be heard, muffled in the distance.
"Let's get out and walk down to the water," he leaped out and came around to her side of the car.
She looked up as he helped her from the low-built MG and saw he was carrying a blanket.
"I didn't tell you this," she said as she took his arm, "but I've got my own self-imposed curfew hours."
"Same here," he said, placing his arm around her shoulder and letting it ride casually against the side of one of her full jutting breasts. He was just close enough so he could feel its resilient ripeness bouncing slightly as they broke through the brush and began walking through the high grass toward the beach.
"Your own curfew hours?" she laughed. "Who're you kidding?"
"I gotta be home in time to get up for work the next morning. Us execs need a couple hours sleep like anybody else."
"You think pretty highly of yourself," she said.
Burroughs stopped when they reached the sand. "Okay, I admit I'm not a stickler on time. When do you have to be home?"
"Well ... about one," she floundered.
He glanced at his luminous watch dial. It was ten-thirty. Funny how she'd announced it just when he'd stopped the car, Burroughs thought. She was obviously nervous and more than a little high from the booze they'd consumed at the Jolly Fisherman. He could understand why she felt uncomfortable with him, though after all, driving her out to the deserted beach at this time of night did seem kind of strange.
"Look down there, toward the water," he said suddenly, pointing toward the shifting line of surf. The fog had lifted now and the surf was illuminated by an almost cloudless, star-filled sky.
She turned in the direction he was pointing, then he was suddenly drawing her toward him and kissing her warmly on the mouth. She managed, confusedly, to pull away from him. "What was that for?"
"It's an old trick," he laughed with self-satisfaction. "You distract the enemy, then take advantage."
Liz disentangled herself from Kevin's embrace and looked at him defiantly. He was smiling boyishly, a lock of blonde hair falling over his forehead, and Liz's obdurate look quickly melted. Yes ... she thought, he was handsome. A charmer, in fact which was precisely why she suddenly felt very nervous about accompanying the young accounts executive to Loames' Beach. It was becoming ever more apparent what he was looking for but at the same time she was trying to remember Simon's advice.
Kevin led them a way down the beach and then dropped the blanket on the sand. "C'mon, make yourself comfortable." He arranged it evenly, smiled at her. "I only bite knees."
"Knees?" she laughed.
"I'm on a diet," he quipped.
She just stood there watching him look at her.
Elizabeth's beauty was very definitely beyond that of the run-of-the-mill chicks Kevin had dated in this staid provincial town. Glancing at her caused a tightening in his groin, made his goddamn throat go dry. But, for Christ's sakes, she was also the kind of girl who made you feel a chill run down the back of your neck, as though she were too high and mighty and indifferent to make any time with. But he'd sure as hell give it a try.
"I think," she said, "you should drive me home."
He sat down on the blanket. "Here's the car keys," he dangled the chain in his hand, then dropped it into his shirt pocket. "You said you didn't have to be home till one ... it's only ten-thirty."
"Okay, you win," Liz was caught off-guard. "But just for awhile. No nonsense, mind you."
He flattened out the blanket on the sand, moving over to let her sit down beside him.
"You smoke pot?" he asked. "I bring it up apropos of this joint I just happen to have in my pocket."
"I don't indulge."
"You don't indulge," he muttered and shook his head. Liz had the uncomfortable feeling he was mocking her.
He lit the marijuana cigarette, took a deep drag, and held the smoke in his lungs for a long time. She watched him, trying to hide her curiosity. It was the first time she'd ever seen anyone actually smoking marijuana, though she'd heard lots of her high school friends talk about getting high.
"S'good stuff," he coughed, blowing out what remained of the smoke from his lungs. "Go ahead. Try it."
"No, not that I'm a prude or anything."
"The fact that you don't do it means you are a prude," he gently pointed out.
"You're pushing me about it. I don't like that, Kevin."
"All right. "He shrugged and dragged again on the cigarette, let his vision slip from the curvaceously tantalizing profile of the girl to the star-shot water beyond her. He was feeling pretty damn good ... and he knew if he could get her to feel the same way, it would be easy sailing the rest of the evening. "Ooooohh, I feel real nice," he said.
"That's wonderful," she said, an edge of sarcasm in her voice.
"It's a groovy, groovy feeling."
"Really?"
"Go on. Give it a try," he handed her the cigarette.
She held it in her hand, turned the brown paper slowly between her index and forefingers.
"If you don't do anything about that cigarette, I'll have to take it away from you and smoke all of it myself."
"Darn you," she said.
"Well, to be perfectly blunt, you're wasting it," he said with a sudden boyish petulance that made Elizabeth giggle.
She felt his hand resting lightly on the outside of her thigh. It made her suddenly nervous, and, in an almost reflexive gesture, she brought the brown paper cigarette to her lips and puffed, then dragged deeply.
"That's it. Now hold it in ... deep, deep inside," he said.
She felt a harsh burning sensation singe through her lungs. Then there was a hot, tingling pressure in the pit of her belly. Her eyesight blurred, misfocused. For an instant, there were two Kevins; there were twice as many stars in the sky. "Wow," she said. "I feel very, very strange."
"Relax," he said reassuringly. "If you take another drag, it'll even things out."
Elizabeth could still feel his hand on her full firm thigh, could distinctly make out the imprint of each of his fingers ... but for the moment she mutely followed his instructions, dragging again and holding the smoke inside her lungs as long as she could. The cigarette was drawn away from her, then Kevin snuffed it out in the sand. Suddenly, he was pulling up the hem of her skimpy skirt until her roundly contoured thigh was exposed beside the glimmering sand, suddenly white-looking and equally shimmering. "Something's wrong, terribly wrong," she said.
"No, you're just seeing things ... as they are!" he insisted calmly.
The young blonde made an effort to get up, but her body refused to respond to her mental command. Then she felt his arm curling around her from behind.
Liz told herself she should return to her apartment. It wasn't right, sitting next to this strange man out in the middle of nowhere. God only knew, she thought, what he might think of her behavior on this, their first date. But the marijuana had made her strangely lazy...
The young executive grabbed a handful of sand and sifted it through his fingers. His blonde hair was a perfect accent to the light blue shirt covering his broad shoulders, and, each time he lifted another handful of sand, she could feel ripples through his hard chest muscles against her back. His thighs and legs were well-developed, and, as she looked down between them at his slacks, her belly and loins flamed with a sudden passion. His cock was hard, she could see by the way the tight restricting material bulged out toward her!
"I have to go," she said, rising abruptly.
Kevin Burroughs uttered a low unconcerned grunt, and, for some unknown reason, she felt her legs grow weak so that she sank back down onto the blanket.
Kevin laughed, then reached behind and tossed some sand gently at her. She brushed the sand from her breast, unconsciously blushing, and said, "Very funny."
"Thank you."
Then she frowned, and he imitated her expression. He leaned so close to her she could feel his chest muscles and his breath hurtling down the back of her neck.
"I really have to go," she said.
"Then I'm afraid you'll have to go by yourself. I'm too high to drive at the moment."
"Well, of all the nerve," Liz felt irritable for a moment, but it got caught up in a weird burst of hilarity. "My God," she giggled, feeling another one of those strange hot flames curling up through her belly.
She felt the young executive's lips, moist and sensuous, beginning to kiss her arm, nibbling at the sensitive goose-bumps of flesh, and she laughed, tentatively trying to pull away from him.
"No," he said firmly.
He was kissing her neck now, licking his tongue along the suntanned skin until he was caressing below her ear, blowing hotly against the sensitive lobe. She tried more resolutely to get up again, but he held her by the forearm, twisting himself toward her so that their lips met and his tongue wormed wetly up into her mouth.
"Oooooh," she gasped, in spite of herself.
He laughed and kissed her again. It felt like thousands of tiny sparklers igniting in her loins. Still feeling dazed by his lightning kisses, she felt him shift his weight, and then she looked across to see him lying down beside her trembling body. She reassured herself that no one could see them in the encompassing darkness, but in the pale moonlight, she made out the length of his hard rigid penis. It was thick and ramrod stiff, thrusting obscenely out against his slacks, and she thought she could see a dark stain seeping through the material.
The young executive laid his hand on her thigh and stroked it up her nakedly quivering leg. She tightened her hand into a fist, but, as soon as she felt his fingers fluttering back down her thigh, she unclasped her hand, instinctively relaxing. Her head fell back, her eyes closed and her breathing became deep and even.
Suddenly, she felt his hands at her sweater, drawing it up over her head, then unclasping her white lacy brassiere. As the drugged young woman leaned forward to let him, she heard that warning voice that had come to her two days before when he had asked her out.
Kevin's eyes widened as the full rounded breasts leaped free of their confinement, swelling lushly in front of his face. He half gasped, half growled as he stared hungrily at the firm-fleshed mounds glowing in the moonlight. Consistent with her slightly blushing complexion, her small round nipples were the palest of pink, delicate and finely formed.
The young bachelor grunted lustfully as he began to knead and suck the incredible voluptuousness of her full heaving breasts. Liz turned toward her handsome date, her half-naked body quivering beside him on the blanket as he continued sucking her eagerly throbbing breasts, sliding the stiffening nipples up and down between his teeth in a slow tantalizing rhythm.
Once again, Liz glanced up the beach to make sure no one was around to see them, but the velvet darkness had shrouded the drifts of sand only a few yards ahead.
Suddenly, Burroughs rose to his knees and was hovering over her on all fours. He reached behind to undo her sandals, then with equal abruptness his fingers were sliding up under her short skirt, fastening on the tight elastic waistband of her bikini panties. Before her marijuana-addled mind could determine what to do, he was slowly peeling the white nylon panties down her passionately heaving belly and off her legs. He threw them somewhere into the darkness.
He turned to her. "List up your legs."
"You want me to lift up my legs?" she repeated idiotically.
He smiled and she noticed his lips ... they were twisted lewdly. "Yes, open your legs ... wide. I want to get a good look at this lovely little pussy."
"Don't say things like that," Liz shuddered. "No one's ever talked like that to me."
"Well, now you've heard it," he said with a streak of impatience in his voice. He put one hand gently on her shoulder, pushing her back down to the ground and used the other to shove her short skirt all the way up to her feminine tapering waistline. "Damn," he cursed softly through the darkness.
As though that would help her comprehend the situation, Liz squinted down at her naked white belly and the blonde cuntal "vee" nestled below the lewdly hunched-up skirt at her waistline. Without warning, Kevin knelt farther down between her parting ankles. Something inside the wine-and-drug-benumbed young girl urged her to get away, but she ignored the warnings in her abnormally lax condition. Suddenly, she was incapable of movement.
Burroughs' lascivious eyes feasted on the soft golden triangle of pubic hair up between her legs as, almost worshipfully, he put his hands on her knees and forced them apart. He stroked and kissed her smooth trembling inner thigh, feeling the young widow shudder and then sigh deeply.
"What are you doing, what's going on?" Her voice seemed to open up a hole in the darkness.
"I'm going to eat your pussy."
Silence, then, "Please ... don't!"
There was no answer.
Elizabeth felt his hotly searching lips on her other thigh, his quivering tongue playing in light staccato against her naked skin as his hands worked the resilient thigh-flesh of her legs, racing fitfully up and down their firm shapely smoothness.
To give himself better access, he placed one of her feet on top of his thighs, and through her toes she could feel his throbbing cloth-covered penis. She tried to kick her foot away, but he grasped her ankle and pulled it back until it was resting firmly on the turgidly pulsating shaft of his aching blood-engorged cock. "Damn you, leave it there," he said.
The drugged young blonde closed her eyes momentarily in fear, only to flick them open again when his finger grazed tentatively at her moistly palpitating little pussy-lips. God! Something seemed to flame up inside her as though a coal from an embering fire had sputtered and then sparked back into flaming life in her trembling belly.
The company executive slithered forward, down toward her parting, delectably moistened cuntal lips. With his thumbs, he spread them even farther apart to reveal the pinkly glistening pussy-flesh that inexorably beckoned him to lick the enticing hair-lined furrow. "Jeezus," he gasped.
Kevin's suddenly released flow of breath recharged the sensual desires churning up through the drugged girl's excitedly wriggling belly. The Calloway widow wished he'd get it over with she couldn't stand much more teasing before she gave up all resistance. She could feel Kevin's hands massaging her smoothly undulating nakedness as he spread her quaking legs wider to a point where she was literally without power to resist. It would be impossible, she knew now, to go backward, to put time in reverse, even if she wanted to an erotic jolt sizzled down her abandonedly trembling inner thighs as his thumbs pressed into her velvety pussy-mound and gently parted the heated hair-lined lips of her cunt.
Burroughs slithered forward once again, his head abruptly bowed.
"Oh, my God!" she moaned as his voracious mouth fastened on her tiny, tautly quivering clitoris. She could feel the erect pleasure-bud stiffening hotly in sudden rampant delight!
"Ahhhhhhh, no!" she gasped. At once she knew the danger she was subjecting herself to by remaining with him here and struggled to sit upright. "Don't do that, please! It's never been done to me before."
If Kevin heard her voice, he paid it no mind. His mouth now had begun a gentle sucking on her moistening outer vaginal lips, drawing them in and out in time to the incessant flickering of his darting tongue at her throbbingly swollen clitoris.
"Stop ... God, stop it," she shouted. "I don't want you. No, I don't want this." The marijuana had made the incredible tingling up between her parted thighs more intense, so that she could feel every small thing he was doing to her so-long-denied pussy. His hands were massaging her passionately straining buttocks and inner thighs, while his hot eager mouth was kissing and caressing her inflamed cuntal lips.
Sparks of unwanted delight were charging throughout the sensitive nerve ends up between the helpless young blonde's wantonly opening thighs. Then, without warning, his tongue hot and quivering with a life of its own shot like a darting insect up into the warm liquid depths of her tightly clasped vagina. Up, up his lewdly probing tongue penetrated, ever deeper till it was firmly lodged far inside her moistening cunt.
"Aaaaagh! Please ... no!" She squirmed helplessly beneath him. "No, you can't do it. Never. God ... I don't want you toooooo ... Pleeeeeaaase," her words drained off into incoherence. Suddenly, without volition, her independently churning belly rose up impatiently to meet his hungry mouth.
Burroughs grinned to himself. Hot damn! The glacially cool young woman had fought the good fight, but now she was begging for it, even if she didn't realize she was begging. Her smooth flat stomach gyrated like an obscene belly dancer's, meeting his darting tongue with abandoned up-thrusts of her spasmodically working pelvis.
He pulled his mouth away and was delighted to hear her low moan of disappointment. "That's it, Liz," he whispered through the darkness. "Move that sweet ass, squirm it up and down." He laughed to himself the Calloway widow was going to be one hot little number before he got through with her this evening. He could feel her weakening with every twitch and quiver of her helplessly aroused young body.
Elizabeth tried to sit upright, but his strong arms kept her pressed back against the blanket. A fresh wave of guilt swept over the vulnerable young woman as she saw in the moonscape her waving knees and thighs spread salaciously apart. "No," she said, trying to gather up her uncontrolled emotion, "please, Kevin, no more. Not even my husband ever did that to me before. Please!"
Burroughs tweaked her wildly aroused little clitoris with his fingers, and she jumped as though she'd been slapped on her firm round buttocks. "Your husband must have eaten some pussy in 'Nam ... it's only fair you should get something, too." And, so saying, he bent his head forward again, where his eyes feasted hungrily on the soft pink lips of her vagina, obscenely framed in the half-light by her sparse blonde pubic hair. From her pulsingly erect clitoris, one droplet of her female secretions glistened like a tiny jewel.
His voice was weak, hoarse with desire when he said, "That sure looks like good pussy."
"Oh God, stop!" Elizabeth moaned with humiliation. Her own lusting young body was betraying her it was forbiddenly racing at full speed in a direction the debased blonde didn't want to go. In the distance she could hear waves crashing on the sandy beach and the steady rhythm of surf matching the wild beat of her own heart. Again, she groaned, as his tongue slowly and deliberately licked her sparse golden pubic curls aside to expose her tight little pussy-hole while he breathed against her defenseless cuntal furrow. His hot breath stimulated her already lewdly distended clitoral bud, sending gusts of ecstasy up through her entire undulating belly.
The abandoned widow's body jerked responsively as, once again, his laving tongue burrowed its way up into her widespread loins. This time, he was increasingly obscene about it, licking all the way from her tightly puckered little anal ring to her hard erect clitoris in one galvanizing sweep of his salaciously ministering tongue. A groan erupted from her throat, and once more she made an effort to escape, knowing she was within seconds of completely losing control.
"Ohhhhh, no, no, please stop, stop, God..." His wickedly probing tongue suddenly entered once more full-length up into her moistly clenching cunt, and she moaned helplessly in response..."Aahhhhhhh." Her mouth hung open and her head tossed wantonly back and forth on the blanket, streaming her long blonde hair in silky rivulets over the sand. She gasped, moaned and sang out in desperate longing as his passion-incited tongue curled around her throbbingly erect clitoris and his lips made loud sucking noises at her pulsating vaginal lips.
"STOP!" she said, with one last tremor of weakening will, the final gasp of her dying decency. She felt his head shake negatively. Too late, it was too late! The feel of his scraping beard stubble against her straining inner thighs was enough to cause the flood gates to erupt, releasing a bursting breakwater of hotly flowing passion through her love-starved young pussy. She raised and lowered her heatedly quivering cunt beneath his working tongue, her mind spinning out of control into an infinity of lewd erotic sensations and thoughts.
It was happening to her! She was being tongue-fucked and pussy-licked! It couldn't be true!
God help me! she thought. I'm being eaten alive! Nothing, nothing ... had ever felt so delicious before!
Burroughs was forced to slip his hands under her taut rounded buttocks when her wildly squirming pussy kept slipping out of his mouth, and he squeezed her soft resilient ass-cheeks as though he were a sculptor molding womanhood.
Elizabeth knew she'd gone insane. There was nothing rational about what she was doing. Nothing so depraved, so lewd and perverted as this had ever happened before in her young life. When they were first married, Bob had wanted it like this, but she'd refused her husband, knowing how obscene it was. She'd been horribly disappointed and a little frightened when her young mate had suggested it a second and a third time. And now the irony of it all was that she was actually enjoying it with a man she'd known for less than three hours! And, for some inexplicable reason, she just didn't care! She liked Kevin's pussy-tonguing; his mouth and flickering tongue were like keys that had opened her love-locked body and brought her back to a sensual reality she'd almost forgotten in the tense self-suppression of three long years without a man.
She was only vaguely aware that Burroughs was drawing her full shapely legs up around his neck as her tightly rounded buttocks spasmed electrically beneath his touch.
"Mmmmmm," she half moaned, not finding the words with which to protest. . . "Aaaahhhhh!"
Burroughs felt all the fight go out of the young blonde, and, in response, he quickly changed tactics. He wanted to fuck her, and his immediate goal was to bring her to the point where she could do nothing else. To resist him, he knew she would have to forsake her climax which she was clamoring for now with every aroused twist and squirm of her upper-class little belly. He began licking at her intensely aroused pussy again, knowing that her orgasm was mere seconds away and that he could withhold it from her or not, depending on his own whims. On and on he licked, moving from her passion-slick cuntal hole to her tautly quivering clitoris, deliberately touching at every spot where he knew there was a susceptible nerve-ending.
The Calloway girl lay there feeling pleasure drift over her in wild oscillating waves that caused the smooth flat plane of her belly to ripple sinuously and her shapely thighs to quake feverishly in lewd abandon. Her tongue-spread young pussy was begging ceaselessly for fulfillment with an impatient urgency she'd never experienced before! She was barely conscious of her obscenely squirming hips that swiveled as though on ball bearings, grinding her hungry clasping vagina closer and harder up into Kevin's eager calculating face.
"Now ... I want to do it to you." He lifted his head abruptly from between her splayed-out thighs.
"What?" she said.
"You know."
"Yes, I want it," she said, her voice scarcely audible, her mind still a barely comprehending tornado of surging emotions.
"I'll fuck you, then."
"Wait!" The full meaning of what Kevin was suggesting suddenly hit home.
"You want to cum, don't you?" he said. "Yes, but you can't do that to me."
"Well, I want to cum," he said.
There was a pause, then, "No! Absolutely not!" she almost screamed.
Another long paused followed. A pregnant painful silence. Then he said, "Okay, you asked for it."
Liz heard him chuckle and she slid back over the blanket as he began unzipping his pants. She wanted to close her eyes and shut out the frightening sight, but she was too confused what was he doing? It took but a minute until he knelt in front of her with his slacks shoved down to his knees, his thick, blood-engorged cock standing proudly out from his flat muscular stomach like an obscene serpent. It seemed huge, with a bulbous menacing head pointing straight at the fearful widow. Burroughs glanced at her, seeing that she was watching him, he slowly pulled back the foreskin so that the one eye of the slit-ended glans could stare out at her while he stroked his hard turgid member teasingly, making it grow even larger.
Suddenly Burroughs decided not to take the blonde girl that night. He knew he could get his achingly distended penis into that sweet young pussy if he forced himself on her, but he didn't want to. He would take her later. For now, he meant to punish her irritating attempts to resist him punish her by not letting her cum like he was going to!
"Wha ... What are you doing?" she gasped.
Burroughs reached for her hand and guided it firmly toward his ominously pulsing cock. She tried to resist, but he was too strong and determined, and finally her hand was placed on his erect hardness. He opened her unwilling fingers and forced them to encircle the eagerly quivering shaft so that she could feel it swell even thicker beneath her touch, and, with some firm coaching from his guiding hand, she was made to give the rubbery stiffened thickness a gentle squeeze. She began to stroke his expectantly throbbing cock helplessly, running her clasping fingers up and down its iron-hard length as it pounded with excitement, growing into a hard rapacious tree-trunk right before her eyes.
Burroughs clenched his eyes shut, savoring the feel of the young blonde's hand rubbing the stiff shaft of his hotly pulsating cock. After the incredible excitement of eating out her pussy, he knew it wouldn't be long before his impatiently aching penis exploded in her hand. Already he could feel the enormous hot flood welling in his semen-laden balls, titillating him to an ever-increasing peak of primitive sensual excitation.
Obediently, her hand kept up its wild jerking movement, slipping the foreskin tenderly back and forth over his lust-thickened rod of burgeoning cock-flesh. As her fingers gripped tighter, his hard turgid shaft began beating rapidly, the lewd pressure in his heavily swollen balls sending obscene tremors of delight into his lust-bloated cock-head! Christ! ... This was beautiful! If only he could fuck her, if only she hadn't refused him, he thought at the last goddamn possible moment! And now he was about to cum...!
He knew it would only be a matter of seconds before ... and then..."Aaaagh!" ... like a broken fire hose, his crazily excited cock seemed to burst in a barrage of hot liquid spurts that sprayed right over the young blonde's trembling nakedness to shoot wetly onto the sand, forming a warm telltale puddle on the deserted beach. "Oooooooh..." His voice trailed off as his aching load exploded in one final spurt, then oozed in a dripping trickle from the still-expanded tip of his rubbery, wearily pulsating penis.
The prostrate widow ground her teeth together in horrified amazement as the young executive spitefully emptied the last of his sperm onto the sand. One hand clutched to her face, she was afraid to move, as his penis jerked again and again, then sagged limply from its distended state to dangle uselessly between his legs as he knelt above her. She watched his satiated cock, thinking all the while that she had never felt so used, so humiliated! And her unsatisfied yearning cunt pulsed in disappointed frustration while Liz tried to ignore the primitive call of her cruelly denied senses. When it was all over, Kevin wiped his fleshy rod clean with his handkerchief, then tucked it away as he pulled his pants back on.
He seemed pleased with himself, amused, and chatted amiably during the long drive home in his car. He hardly seemed to notice Liz's stony silence. Unable to say anything, she could only look at her companion in wide-eyed disbelief, not really sure what had happened. When they had arrived at her apartment, she jumped out of the car before he could walk her to the door, and he yelled "Good-night!" cheerfully after her, as though nothing was wrong between them. Out of the corner of her eye, the confused blonde saw Kevin's car speed right past his own apartment without stopping. Strangely, the young bachelor circled the drive and zoomed back out onto the highway.
CHAPTER FOUR
The long sleek Jaguar XKE parked beneath the willow tree was Lee Deighton's pride and joy.
In lots of ways, Sally, his pretty redheaded wife went perfectly with it. Both the car and the curvaceously attractive girl in her late teens cost Deighton Kevin Burroughs' boss at Roundtree Paper Pulp one helluva lot of money. But in the long run, he thought, each was worth it.
From the way the sunlight fell across the slanting eaves of his vacation farmhouse, the tall, dark-haired man in his mid-thirties could tell it was around ten o'clock. His pretty young wife was inside cleaning up the place after the wild party that had gone on all weekend. It had been a terribly drawn-out affair, starting Friday evening and spilling over into Saturday and Sunday. It was a good thing he was on vacation, Deighton thought.
He had washed the Jag this bright and early Monday morning and was now happily polishing the silver-gray finish into a glossy sheen. He proudly admired the curving lines of the powerful automobile, running a cloth over its glimmering surface as though he were caressing a young woman's body. Liz Calloway's body! He thought to himself, if the scheme he and his wife were plotting worked out all right ... Deighton began whistling to himself.
Suddenly, he heard Sally's voice from the porch. She leaned over the railing so he could see the full, melon-like orbs of her firm young breasts literally swelling out over the skimpy halter she was wearing. "I thought you said gin, honey. All they packed into the bar was two cases of Collins mixer!"
"Goddamnit to hell, Sally," he peeped up from the yard to the porch. "How on earth did that happen?"
"Darned if I know, Charlie," she said.
Lee'd only been married to the teenage girl for a little over three months, but already the affectionate nickname was getting on his nerves. Why she'd chosen to call him Charlie was beyond his comprehension! Somehow it made him feel ... older!
"We'll have to drive into town before Kevin and the blonde arrive. Which reminds me," he smiled, "Kevin seems to like this girl. So don't come on heavy about having a sex-party. Not a word even to him. We'll work into it gradually after they get here."
"If they come," she pointed out. "From the way he talked on the phone this morning, he'd bungled the date. He was also hungover ... Matter of fact, he sounded downright depressed.
"Don't worry, Kevin'll get back in her good graces. He's a real lady's man, as if you don't already know that," Deighton looked at his wife pointedly as he climbed the porch steps and sat down in a rocking-chair next to where she was perched on the railing.
"Naturally he sounded depressed," he went on. "What do you expect calling somebody up at eight o'clock in the morning? After all, you know they were out last evening."
"I thought he might have gone to work," she pouted.
"Fat chance of that. When I go on vacation, no one does a thing in that office. I know that. And Kevin knows it."
There was a silence between them. Then she leaned down and kissed him warmly, "I like being married to you, Charlie."
"Jesus Christ, will you quit calling me that!" Deighton brushed his hand lightly through her auburn, sun-streaked hair as she pulled away from him.
"I mean it. Truthfully I do," she went on. "How many guys north of Boston would give me the freedom you do?"
Lee tilted way back in the rocking-chair and balanced his long legs up on the railing. "Same goes for you, Sally. If you only knew all the hell I've gone through trying to keep up a straight front all these goddamn years. Now I think I've finally found what I was looking for."
"You going to let your hair grow down real strange?" she laughed.
"You know I don't mean that. Not that I have anything against what your generation does nowadays, but I'm over the hill as far as love-beads and psychedelic drugs are concerned."
"You were really stoking up on the pot last weekend," she said, resting her firmly rounded buttocks precariously on the porch railing.
"You don't seem to realize," he said as though lecturing a small child, "that smoking marijuana doesn't necessarily make one a hippy. It's social attitudes, so I'm told, that do it. Let's fact it, I'm a materialist. I'm a goddamned conservative businessman."
"Except," there was a lascivious twinkle in her eyes, "when it gets down to sex!"
"Yes ... sex," he said reflectively.
"Listen, old grandpa," she smiled teasingly. "When are you going to get out of that rocking chair and give me my fair share of your number one commodity?"
"Maybe I should remind you," he said hoarsely, "that you already sucked me off ... shit, it wasn't less than an hour ago."
"And," she went on, "you want to save up that delicious white cum of yours so you can squirt it into Elizabeth Calloway's cunt later on this afternoon!"
"Well, what the hell," he said. "You'll be making it with Kevin."
She traced the smooth erogenous flesh on her own full white inner thigh with narcissistic fingertips. A little shiver rippled along Lee Deighton's spine as he watched his wife's adolescently ripened young body encased in tight summer shorts and a scarf halter.
Almost by instinct, Deighton followed his new young bride as she trounced off the porch and moved through the screened door into the living room. She had a sexy way of moving, just rocking her hips a little to show off her girlishly firm buttocks. Her breasts were large and lushly rounded, and pressed like soft nestled hillocks against her bandana-like halter.
She turned slowly, admiring her enticing reflection in the ornate antique mirror hung on the wall above the living room couch.
"What are you doing?" her husband asked.
"You'll see," she said mysteriously. "Now if you will please make yourself comfortable."
Deighton dropped to the floor and didn't say anything. He studied Sally's curving profile, letting his eyes play over the gentle outlines of her provocatively molded young body. As he looked at her, she continued to admire herself in the mirror. Her skin was a matte cream color and her pretty face was framed by long thick auburn hair that hung loosely to her shoulder blades.
"Well, I'm relaxed," he said huskily. "If you can pull yourself away from that mirror."
She made a face at him, but turned from the mirror. Then his brazenly seductive wife began taking off her clothes, first her skimpy halter, then her skin-tight summer shorts, and in a moment was standing in front of him dressed only in transparent nylon panties. He could see the tips of her tautly swelling nipples hardening at their sudden exposure to the air then his eyes dropped to take in the sparse auburn cuntal "vee" glinting through her transparent panties.
"You know, you're not bad looking at all," Lee Deighton said, smiling at Sally's rapid strip-tease routine.
"You got me so damn heated up, Lee," she cooed and moved directly over him. "You know, earlier when I was sucking your cock, well, now, I think I just might cum real fast."
Lee propped his head on a pillow. "It doesn't seem like I have a choice," he said.
"No use being pokey about it," she lowered herself to the carpet and pressed her expectantly quivering body against him.
Lee could feel the sharp points of her firmly molded breasts against his chest ... could feel his cock rising into immediate hardness under his pants. "You know," he sighed, as she drew her succulent nakedness closer to him, "if it weren't for the fact that you cum so damn fast ... shit, I might be even more of a philanderer than I am."
"What about those other lollies?" she said.
"Lollies?"
"You know ... don't they have orgasms like I do?" Sally murmured as her hand came down to clasp his cock's rigidly pulsing underside through his slacks. "I thought all girls had climaxes..."
"Yes, they do!. ' the grinning man's dark eyes danced across the resilient full contours of her whitely jiggling breasts. "But Jesus ... with you, all I gotta do is put it in your tight little cunt and you cum like a goddamn jackrabbit."
She rested one hand against his lewdly straining penis beneath his pants as she unzipped his fly with the other. "I'm glad to hear that, honey. Really I am."
Lee's impatient loins arched involuntarily toward her as she reached beneath his shorts and cupped his lewdly throbbing cock-shaft in her hand. "I guess I just can't help it..." she pulled Deighton's underwear and slacks over his muscled, hair-covered legs until his stiffly jutting hardness was held in her hand.
"No..." he gritted his teeth. "You can't help it."
She kneeled and tugged down his pants and laid them neatly on the carpeted floor behind the stack of pillows. Then she unbuttoned his shirt and tossed it onto a chair. Dust-moted morning sunlight was falling over her young, supple-fleshed body. "I can't wait to see you fuck that Pepperston girl," she said, lying down beside his now naked body. "I wonder how long it'll take her...? "
"And you with Kevin," Lee groaned, placing both hands against her heaving uplifting breasts and squeezing their lustly sculpted firmness. He circled his fingers over the lust-spiked pink nipples, tweaking their aroused tips between his thumb and forefingers.
"That feels nice, very nice," she crooned at him. "I love it when you squeeze my tits like that!"
The dark-haired man coursed his fingers and hands over his wife's small waist, then slid them down to her voluptuously flaring hips. He grasped and pulled them like responsive lovehandles toward him. Moaning, Sally ground her pelvis against his thickly pulsating cock, rubbing her transparent nylon panties up and down so he could feel the wispy pubic curls beneath teasing his burgeoning penis into ever greater excitement.
"Let me take off those little panties," he smiled drawing his fingers lightly down to the elastic waistband and hooking his thumbs into the silky nylon fabric. She was lying on her side facing him, so he could reach behind with one hand and cup her warm-fleshed buttocks as he tugged the panties slowly down with the other.
The sheer black nylon wisp slid easily across her tensely quivering thighs to expose the small auburn triangle of her pussy-hair to her husband. He touched her erotically twitching cuntal mound with one hand while the other continued to squeeze and fondle her roundly flexing ass-cheeks, his extended middle finger playing at her erect little clitoris and lewdly circling down to her parted vagina lips, moist and dilating convulsively around his finger.
"Finger fuck me for a minute," she nibbled gently on Deighton's ear.
The lean muscular businessman didn't need much urging shit, neither did she, for that matter, he thought he'd already inserted his extended middle finger up into the warmly clasping depths of her cunt even before she had time to finish suggesting it!
"Yesssss ... screw me with your finger, honey!" she swiveled her hips up at him, realizing with a shiver of her tight squirming belly he was now deep up inside her eagerly hot pussy!
Lee moved his hand back and forth and up and down for a moment till she was panting insanely for breath, her cunt wonderfully tight as he worked in farther, so that he could feel the soft velvety walls of her vagina clinging to his obscenely probing finger. Sally twisted and squirmed on the deep carpet as her excited cuntal lubricant spread warmly over his hand and moistened her full trembling thighs.
Removing his finger from her hotly clutching vagina, he leaned over her, pushing her young body onto the thickly carpeted floor. She reached up, curled her arms around his neck and pulled his lean torso down on her, at the same time moving her thigh up against his lust-stiffened cock, bringing his painfully erect penis to a pounding hardness.
She continued to massage him with her thigh until his cock began jerking as though it were going to explode at the slightest extra pressure and he could feel his cum building heatedly deep in his lewdly swinging testicles below. She shifted position so that his pulsating cock-head pressed forcefully against her hard throbbing clitoris.
"Oh ... Lee," she crooned up at him, "I know this is going to be so gooood!"
Lee's own tensed buttocks trembled in fierce lusting anticipation. The redhead's curvy young body was warm and soft against him as she raised her pretty face and locked her full sensuous mouth tightly to his. Her hand searched down between their nakedly entwined bodies for the hardness of his swollen erect penis and he gasped with delight as her fingers closed once again around his pulsing cock it's tip-end now almost buried inside her gently parting pussy-lips. Kissing her in return, he pressed his head forward, her body scent almost driving him crazy, a musky sensual odor that smelled headily of lilacs, roses...
"Shiiitttt," he groaned as she arched up for a moment, levering them both up off the carpet with the strength of her back.
"Ohhhhh, screw me now, Lee. Fuck me now," Sally moaned into his mouth, her eyes clenched tightly shut, her passionately gyrating belly grinding as though she were on ball-bearings.
Lee started to move, but the aroused teenage girl moved faster, her hands coming down between them to again circle around his eagerly pounding penis. Without hesitation, she guided his cock-shaft deeper up between the wetly welcoming lips of her hungry little cunt.
The older man groaned above his naked adolescent wife as he felt her move his lust-thickened cock in small tantalizing circles just inside her tightly clasping pussy-hole!
Deighton couldn't wait a second longer and he flicked his lean hips forward with a sudden decisive thrust that drove his throbbing penis all the way up into the hot sucking mouth of her lasciviously moistened vagina.
"OOOOOOHHH," Sally moaned beneath him as she felt the warm elastic walls of her needfully aroused cunt slip easily over his thick bulbous hardness.
All at once, the dark-haired man began fucking in and out of her wildly squirming cunt beneath him. His teenage bride strained back in lewd abandon, arching her wetly excited pussy up at him, lifting them both a few inches off the carpeted floor from the strength of her demented thrusts. She moaned ceaselessly beneath his pounding shaft of burgeoning male cock-flesh, opening and closing her legs around his tight hollowing buttocks as she pumped her voracious vagina up and down on his steadily drubbing cock, seeking to end her insatiable hunger.
Sally's mouth gaped mindlessly open while her long auburn hair flailed from side to side on the white carpet in her sensual abandonment. "Yessss, Lee ... Darling, it's so goood, SCREW MEEEE!" she gasped up at him, squirming her impaled little pussy tighter up against his ceaselessly slamming pelvis.
He could tell the lewdly moaning girl was near to orgasm as she gripped him tight between her full firm thighs, opening and closing them gratefully around his heaving back in time with each of his long smooth strokes up into her clasping pussy. Responding to her obvious high pitch of arousal, he began ramming his massively throbbing stiffness deep up into her tight hot cunt with all the strength he possessed in his sinewy body.
"Mmmmmm, screw my cunt, fuck my little pussy with your big beautiful cock!" she gasped beneath him.
Her passionately fucking husband knew the moment was at hand and he continued his energetic thrusts and withdrawals with all the power in his lust-racked loins. His young wife pulled her long lithe legs up tight, pressing her knees back hard into her nakedly quivering breasts to present him with the salacious view of her tingling upraised cunt.
Suddenly, Lee Deighton felt the enormous hot flood welling in his desire-constricted balls as he squeezed his rock-hard buttocks together to hold back the eager flow that was about to explode from his wildly jerking cock. He looked up to see their sweat-glistening bodies in the wall mirror and noticed the way his flame-haired wife shamelessly churned up her hot voracious vagina to meet his steadily rampaging downward thrusts. As he bent back down to kiss her, her mouth opened and suckled around his plunging tongue, making wet slurping noises with her tightening lips which matched the obscene smack of his sperm-swollen balls slapping down hard on her passionately proffered ass-cheeks.
"OH SHIT ... CUMMMMING, FUCK ME, Yess ... FUCK ME, LEE! BABEEEEE! I'M CUUMMMING!" her voice spiraled up an octave and cracked as her long slender legs snaked around his rippling lower back, drawing him deeper, deeper into her spasming cock-filled cunt!
Lee felt her warmly lubricating secretions gushing around his stiff pistoning hardness, felt the crazed pain-pleasure tremors whipping through her body as the rubbery tip of his fleshy battering cock struck hard against her cervix.
Then ... as Sally toppled down from the dizzy heights of her climax ... her husband came in a wild explosive flash that echoed through his brain like a Chinese gong!
Hot jetting sperm erupted from his suddenly ballooning cock-head, squirting up into her welcoming teenage womb in gust after gust of seething frenzied ejaculation. Even as his cumming subsided, he felt her rise into another high-pitched orgasmic crescendo, her spasmodically clenching pussy drawing up in voluptuous suction on his penis while her hands squeezed his balls, milking the last of his lewd heated semen still spewing into her flaring, rapidly spending accepting young belly.
The two lay intertwined for a long moment before Deighton lifted himself off his wife and rolled over onto his back. The satiated redhead lay panting beside him for several minutes, strands of red hair wisping delicately across her forehead.
"God, do you really think it'll work, honey?" the teenager questioned in a heavy, sultry voice. "What?"
"Seducing Kevin and Liz Calloway." She sat up. "I mean, maybe we should soften them up a little more first...."
"Don't be silly," Deighton groaned. "The first jolt is going to carry the same impact whenever we spring it and I'll tell you, baby, I don't think I can wait much longer to get into that Calloway beauty's pants!"
Sally frowned and tossed a strand of burnished red hair back from her forehead. "No, I think we have to give this more thought ... you absolutely have to give the girl a little time. After all, she's got to trust Kevin first. She's got to at least have made love to Kevin!"
"And what makes you think that hasn't already happened?" Deighton groaned, new flickers of doubt besieging his mind.
"Well, you call it woman's intuition ... but I sensed something in Kevin's voice on the phone. If he did screw her, he wouldn't have been depressed. It's pretty obvious to me that he got practically nowhere. And while Kevin might be willing enough, she definitely isn't going to be! I bet she's practically a virgin. Six months of marriage three years ago hardly counts!"
Deighton lay on the carpet and didn't say anything. He could see his plans to screw Liz Calloway slipping into idle daydreams for the far distant future and he didn't like it. The thought passed through his mind that Sally having got her fuck this morning was purposely trying to keep him away from the gorgeous looking blonde.
"Have you finished talking yet?" he asked his wife impatiently. "Yes."
"First off, Kevin Burroughs is an ambitious son-of-a-bitch. I got a new promotion coming up he'd give his left testicle to have, but I'm sure he'd rather make a convenient swap with ... what's her name ... Elizabeth."
"I totally agree with you. But that's not the point. The point is that she's got to be making it with Kevin before she makes it with us, for God's sake!"
Sally felt an argument developing and automatically shut off the irritable feeling in herself. She tried to change tracks. "Listen, darling, I know how much this means to you, so I've got a better plan. Let's go to the beach this afternoon so Kevin can be alone with Elizabeth. Then later when he's got her all warmed up, you spring in on them. Then you'll have it made!"
There was a pause. "Okay," Deighton agreed, feeling a lewd grin breaking across his face.
Sally leaned over and kissed him on the forehead. "I'll drive into town now and stock up on some gin. You take a nap. Rest up for the evening!"
Lee closed his eyes and felt himself drifting off to sleep right there on the carpeted floor. What a wife! He was suddenly very pleased with his new marriage. Sally had a surprisingly good head when it came to sensing the Tightness of a situation. If it hadn't been for her, no doubt he'd have blown the whole thing by pushing himself at the wrong time.
But now it was all set up and she'd done it for him! Her footsteps sounded in the kitchen, the back door closed. The last thing he heard before he fell off to dreamland was the sound of Sally maneuvering the car out of the driveway.
CHAPTER FIVE
Elizabeth Calloway lived in No. 9 of the Colonial Groves Townhouses. That made her apartment almost exact central in the semi-circle of connecting two-story apartments that were set back off wide sidewalks from the circular drive. It also gave her a lovely view of the rolling green park, lined with spruce trees, in the center. Though new, the expensive apartments were done with an Old New England flavor each had a bay window and a private porch leading to an impressive double-door entry. Needless to say, each entrance was private the apartments were actually more like houses. The complex, with its park, covered several acres of former farmland. Surrounding it on all sides were more typical upper-middle-class suburban streets lined with ranch houses, like the long split-level where the Soames lived in the next block. And beyond that ... was open countryside.
Though Elizabeth came from a wealthy local family, she knew the apartment was far too expensive for her. She worried about that. It was a measure of her desperation to get away from home where she had still lived with her parents that she took the apartment anyway. She just managed it with her job; the pretty young widow was secretary-receptionist to a professor in the neighboring town. But now that summer vacation was on, Professor Simmons had gone off to Moracco or some such exotic place and Liz was on vacation too.
The apartment living room and kitchen downstairs, bedroom and bath upstairs was barely furnished. The only room that looked like Liz had actually moved in yet was the bedroom with its big four-poster bed, a plush rug, and two antique bureaus that Liz had taken with her from her parent's large old, antique-cluttered home in downtown Pepperston.
So when Liz woke up the next morning, her first thought was that she was at home. Then slowly reality crept back to her, though it still seemed like the worst nightmare she'd ever had.
She sat up slowly, holding her head, and looked around the room. Yes, she was in her new apartment, not her parents' house totally alone but for her German shepherd Pepper whose feet she could hear pattering over the tiled floor in the kitchen downstairs. She slid out of bed, noticing with a blush that the insides of her thighs were red and chafed from Kevin
Burroughs' beard stubble. Pulling on her robe quickly, she stumbled into the bathroom where her rumpled sweater and skirt lay in a careless heap on the floor, the final proof that last night had not been merely a bad dream. Elizabeth sank down onto the side of the tub with a groan, her head in her hands. Had she really let that ... that Kevin Burroughs ... lick his tongue over her naked vagina? It was crazy, unbelievable! It seemed impossible ... but she had! Oh God, she had really sunk that low.
Liz got into the shower and tried not to think. She was hungover and tired and her body ached. The water, making gushing rivulets over her lush nakedness, was cool and soothing. Gently she washed her breasts, unintentionally kneading the stiffening pink nipples into turgid hardness, then caressing her blonde pubic mound with the washcloth. Unbelievably, hot warm tingles of excitement seeped along the nerve ends of her glistening skin, and she blushed as she stepped quickly onto the mat and began drying herself. As she toweled her lushly matured body in front of the steamy mirror, she admired the firm swelling curve of her rounded hips and the ripe fullness of her proud up-thrust breasts as though she'd never seen how attractive she was before.
It must have been the lewd experience last night as shameful as it was, she thought which made her realize what a desirable young body she had. Then she stopped herself, just as she was about to touch her tingling pussy-lips again. She was undoubtedly fighting an evil desire implanted by Kevin Burroughs, who had forced her to enjoy sex in such an obscene way, and she wanted nothing more to do with it.
She donned her robe again and stepped into the sun-filled bedroom. So many things had happened in the last twenty-four house that she could hardly focus her mind on the crazy sequence of events. She felt a horrible need to finish off with her finger the lewd task Kevin Burroughs had begun, but she tried to brush these immoral thoughts away. Out of strong personal principles, Elizabeth didn't indulge in self-gratification. She feared it might become a habit for, once begun, it would be too easy a practice to continue.
Shrugging her shoulders as though in an attempt to shrug off the forbiddenly obscene mood, the young blonde forced herself to dress quickly in a short mini-skirt and a tight sweater. Five minutes later, she was speeding in her Volkswagen a graduation gift from high school across the highway into downtown Pepperston. She came to a halt in front of the Marco Polo Home Furnishings store and got out. For some reason, probably the unsettling experience last night, she was in a desperate mood to buy some things, to make a home out of her still almost empty apartment.
Heads turned as the lovely young blonde walked into the shop. Most belonged to housewives, regarding her with a mixture of curiosity and jealousy, and Elizabeth didn't pay them much attention. Instead, she headed immediately for the desk at the back.
"Good morning, Mrs. Calloway," elderly Mr. Simpson, the owner, greeted her. "My, you look pretty today."
"Thank you, Mr. Simpson," Liz nodded politely. She'd known the man all her life and he'd been complimenting her as long as she could remember.
"Well, looks like it's a special day," he said with a twinkle. "Seems like as long as I've known you, Liz, this is the first time you've been a customer. You are a customer, aren't you?" he added, a little unsure of his first conclusion.
"Yes, I want to buy some things for my new apartment," Liz laughed.
"You new apartment ... oh yes, I heard you moved out of your parents' house. All the kids seem to be moving out on their own nowadays." He followed her to the materials section. "I don't understand it. But I'm not criticizing, you know?"
"Yes, I know," Liz riffled through several bolts of material. "Now what I want is something modern."
"Modern?"
"Yes ... colorful, bright," Liz tried to explain. Actually, the idea just dawned on her; she hadn't realized what she wanted until she said it.
With Mr. Simmons giving her a long discussion on his trouble understanding the younger generation, Liz picked out some bright blue material for the living room curtains and an assortment of decorative pillows. She didn't mind his conversation. Despite her age, she thought as she followed him back to the check-out desk, she hardly considered herself part of the younger generation.
"It's been a pleasure to serve you, Liz." He finally tied up the packages and placed them grandly in her arms. "Your behavior ... since Bob has died ... has made you the pride of our little town. If only we had more Americans with your steadfastness and self-giving spirit," he shook his head sadly, "I'm sure we'd win this war!"
"Thank you," Liz stammered as he walked her to the door.
Once outside the pretty young widow threw her new purchases in the back and took off with a jolt of her game little Volkswagen. God, why did he have to say that? she thought. It'd been just those comments ... and she'd been hearing them for three years ... that were virtually forcing her into spinsterhood. Sometimes she wished the war would end just so she could stop being a symbol ... a war widow ... and just be a plain ordinary widow, as awful as that was. But Simon had been right. Her memories of Bob were fading.
Liz spent the next hour puttering around the house, draping cloth from the living room windows, trying to imagine what her new curtains would look like. It was almost eleven before she realized she hadn't eaten breakfast yet, and she walked into the kitchen where she made coffee. What she needed was some diversion, to talk to someone, she thought, then casually decided to drop in on her new neighbor Karen Soames. Maybe Karen would be interested in coming over for coffee, looking at Liz's new purchases. Her decision made, she tore out the plug on the electric percolator and forced down a shot of instant coffee and tap water. Making a face, she deposited the empty cup on the kitchen counter and stepped out the back door.
Elizabeth walked down to the next block and approached the Soames' house from the back, from the alley. Outside, the sun was bright and the air muggy and, walking springily across the Soames' back yard, the lonely widow tossed her blonde hair back from her shoulders, anxious to get to Karen's cool, air conditioned kitchen. Loud music came from the portable radio on the Soames' jalousied sun porch. Strangely, the back door was open. Stepping up to the screen door and ringing the buzzer, she could feel the coolness of the air conditioned kitchen and wondered why Karen had been so careless as to leave the door open.
After ringing several more times with no answer, Liz felt vaguely worried. She pushed tentatively at the kitchen door. It was unlocked. Liz called out Karen's name over the loud music from the radio, waited a few more minutes, but still received no answer.
Undoubtedly, Karen was in the den off the living room, she thought, hopelessly engrossed in a late morning talk show.
The frustrated visitor stood there in the sun a long moment, trying to decide what to do, then opened the door and stepped inside the kitchen ... if only because it was so hot outside! She strode halfway across the kitchen, then suddenly stopped.
A sound had come from behind the den door at one end of the living room. Voices, she thought. Maybe Karen was busy with some company, maybe she'd better leave immediately!
Feeling embarrassed, Liz tried to tiptoe back out. Picking her way across the kitchen and opening the door carefully, Elizabeth was just about to step outside when she heard Karen's voice singing all through the house:
"Come over here, baby. Karen wants to suck your cock."
Liz stopped her her tracks, letting the words run through her head again. "Come over here ... baby ... Karen wants to suck your cock," her girl friend had said. It came out that way the second time she considered it at first the astonished blonde had thought she'd heard incorrectly. Involuntarily, she found herself wondering whom her girl friend was talking to, for Karen had made it more than clear that her husband worked every day but Sunday.
For an answer, there was only a dog's growl.
Elizabeth's breath caught in her throat as she tiptoed back across the kitchen floor and peered into the living room. Then her eyes caught at the den door just beside the living room fireplace.
Through the open den door, she distinguished two forms locked in a lewdly sensual embrace of love-making that caused her to freeze in shock. Blacky, Karen's German shepherd, was lying on his back on the floor, and Karen dressed only in black bikini panties was sliding down between his upraised legs until her head was poised over his distended, redly glistening penis. Then she heard Karen murmuring words, words broken and swallowed and spat back out with her passion, and found herself listening, sheer curiosity compelling her to determine exactly what was going on.
Elizabeth's heart pounded wildly. She'd never seen two people making love before, nor really ever noticed any two animals mating, much less watched an animal and a human! And it seemed so strange the way Karen's lewd words were answered by Blacky's growls.
"Oh yes, darling. I'm going to lick it ... lick it! Lick your cock. Ohhhhhhh, it's beautiful...!
Elizabeth could not believe her eyes and ears. A tightening sensation had caught at the pit of her suddenly excited belly and she blinked her eyes as they grew hazy with vicarious lust, trying to bring them into proper focus to assure herself she was actually seeing correctly. Karen had clutched at the dog's hairy body with both hands and was lifting his loins up against her face. Momentarily, Elizabeth thought she saw the brunette's hand reach out and tenderly wrap around his moist red cock, provoking little mewling sounds from the German shepherd's mouth.
Liz took a step backward as if she had been struck by a blow. She tried to clear her head, to think straight. Karen had shown an unusual fondness for her pet, but never in a million years would Liz have suspected they were lovers ... or whatever it was called! My God, she'd never witnessed such a spectacle of sheer unadulterated lust...
"That's it," Karen was cooing in a throaty voice. "Let it get good and hard, Blacky! Karen wants to suck it!"
God, the wanton young wife's naked white breasts were beautiful, the watching blonde thought. The kneeling brunette was obviously as passionately aroused as she looked, the thrusting sensuality of her lush full hips, clad in skimpy black bikini panties, swaying with an untamed excitement! While she ran her hands over the dog's impassioned loins, she seemed to be pressing her own sleekly molded young thighs convulsively together.
Liz thought her eyes were going to bug from her head as she watched the German shepherd's thick scarlet cock protruding from its long, hair-covered sheath. It was wet and hard and growing steadily longer, the tapered end slipping and dancing salaciously as it continued to emerge from its furry concealment.
Unconsciously, the innocent voyeur strained forward, gaping at its red stiffness.
An impulse of unwanted sensuality raced through her already lust-charged body as she felt her nipples harden into hot, passionately throbbing embers. She tried to shut away the strange sight, but she couldn't. The awe-struck widow had never seen a dog's cock in erection before and it seemed longer and thicker than she had ever dreamed possible. It was almost as huge as her husband Bob's or as Kevin's, but different in shape with its lewd beveled tip. The cone-shaped red penis was thickening, growing ever larger under Karen's fond experienced stroking.
"Yes, Blacky, dear," she heard the brunette soothe the black beast. "You've got a lovely cock such a nice long cock!"
For a sensation-sparked moment, Liz stared at the German shepherd's wetly gleaming rod of raw masculine hardness stiffening between his powerful animal loins, sensing her mouth and throat at first going dry, then erotically salivating at the very sight of its lust-inspiring rigidity. She wanted to rush into the room and stop Karen from what she was doing. She tried to blot out the horrible scene from her eyes, but again it was impossible. The young blonde felt a scream building in her throat, but it was choked back by what her girl friend did next. . .
"Come on now, let me suck that sweet prick of yours," Karen gave a low lusty moan.
She parted her lips to let the slenderly tapered forepart of Blacky's red wet hardness slide up between them. Slowly, it eased farther and farther into Karen's eagerly accepting mouth until it seemed to the watching blonde woman that it brushed all the way back to the very depths of her girl friend's throat. Liz shuddered uncontrollably as she saw the brunette bringing her tongue into titillating play with unmistakable excitement, greeting and welcoming the unnatural presence with an obscene, almost animal-like anticipation.
Elizabeth's brain swam at the lewd unspeakable act she was watching her darkly sensuous young neighbor performing on her dog. It almost seemed that the more innocent woman could taste the weight and thickness of the rigidly pulsating cock as an inciting sensation of total perverse wantonness raced through her agitated loins at its imagined warm hardness.
A high-pitched animal whimper escaped from the dog's throat as Karen lifted her head and began to suck and twirl her wildly caressing tongue around the tip of his long thick cock. The German shepherd's powerful body was responding savagely to her untamed oral sucking, his canine loins jerking and lifting eagerly upward. She brushed one exploring hand along his hairy belly to his huge, sperm-filled balls, cupping them at first, then lightly teasing them with her fingertips. Again he whimpered, the obscene fondling causing him to begin pumping his ramrod cock deep up between the tight pink oval of his mistress' abandonedly sucking lips.
God, the exotic sight was arousing her too, Liz realized. She wanted to turn away and leave the house, but her feet seemed to be frozen to the floor. It was more than curiosity that held her back it was raw lustful excitement! The blushing widow was suddenly hot and flustered, trembling all over like a willow in a windstorm!
Her mouth hung open as the smooth coned length of the growing animal cock fucked up into Karen's ovaling mouth in more rapid cadence while at the same time the brunette's tongue could be seen laving and swirling around the turgidly stiffened flesh with ever-increasing eagerness. The panty-clad housewife nipped and scraped with her teeth, wiping her tongue in tiny provoking little flicks over her dog's thrusting penile hardness, her mind seemingly lost in the licentious thrill of her bizarre sucking action.
Liz watched the long erect length of the dog's moist red penis intruding so obscenely up into her girl friend's willingly clasped mouth until the steady up-thrusting of Blacky's loins squashing Karen's soft full breasts back up against her chest caused the brunette to part her lips and gasp for breath. As Karen's mouth opened to suck in the cool air, the thick dog-cock rammed even deeper up into the warm saliva of her obscenely ministering mouth.
The lust-driven dog began to undulate his pelvis as he lay under his mistress' nakedly kneeling form, sliding his long canine cock in and out of her avidly receiving mouth. He never quite withdrew but always left his hot swollen penis at least a half-inch up inside the warm wet cavern formed by her voraciously clasping lips. The thick base of his big red penis rammed mercilessly up into Karen's face and Liz could hear wet sluicing sounds as moisture filled the girl's mouth, puffing her cheeks obscenely wide as Blacky shoved forward to bury his thickly pulsating cock deep in her throat. Beneath the lust-racked housewife, the thick rug made a slight soft "swooshing" sound as she unconsciously revolved her full, panty-clad hips in lewd rhythm with his impassioned canine thrust.
The wantonly aroused young brunette coughed and sputtered as the animal's body began to twist and writhe while he plunged up into her receptive mouth harder and more ruthlessly than ever. She choked for breath, but didn't pull away, her tender straining lips continuing to open and close around her pet's saliva-coated red cock as she greedily accepted the unnatural fleshy intrusion.
Blacky's flanks had tightened and he gave a guttural snarl as he began to furiously hump his thickly driving cock up into Karen's throat. He whimpered savagely as he buried his long hardened penile shaft deep up inside the beloved woman's passionately working mouth. Then Karen moaned out around Blacky's throat-plunging cock, sucking furiously as the dog's livid member began to spasm and jerk crazily up inside her mouth. Then ... then, it spewed out its wetly scalding liquid cum from deep down in the well of the animal's fur-sacked balls.
From the kitchen, Liz could hardly believe her eyes. The canine cock-shaft obviously squirting its viscidly burning semen looked like a hose, filling Karen's desperate sucking mouth before she had time to swallow all the teeming seething liquid. Time and time again, the wildly climaxing German shepherd continued to jerk out his mindless lust, his canine sperm overflowing the brunette's dementedly circling lips. And finally, his sperm-drained cock was slipping wetly out of her cum-filled mouth and the satiated beast was moving away.
The young widow backed out of the living room doorway at the same time, turning at last to stumble blindly out of the kitchen. She was totally stunned ... and aroused! ... and didn't even bother to close the back door behind her as she left the house. Once outside, she practically ran across the back lawn and down the alley, partially because she didn't want her girl friend to catch her spying. But another forbidden idea was at the forefront of her thoughts ... She knew she couldn't do what Karen did not to a dog! But maybe her own dog Pepper would lick her vagina, just like Kevin Burroughs had done last night! Maybe he would make her cum, put out this heat that was raging like a forest fire through her pulsing, love-starved vagina. If he didn't, she didn't know what she'd do her arousal had reached a level that was almost unbearable torture!
"Pepper?" she called out, as she rushed panting through her own kitchen door.
The sleek German shepherd looked up at her lazily from a corner of the kitchen where he was accustomed to stretch out his long sinewy body on the cool of the tile flooring. Liz's head spun in a moment of guilt Pepper was a new acquisition and, though she'd been affectionate to the animal, she'd thought of him primarily as protection, a guard for herself now that she was living alone. If the truth be known, she hadn't given him much real thought ... least of all as a sex partner!
"Pepper?" the normally cool blonde repeated, opening the fridge and standing back with a big bone.
The massive German shepherd rose to his feet and whimpered, but the sensually inflamed young girl wasn't sure why ... was it for the bone she held, or did he animalistically sense the fanning erotic heat up between her convulsively trembling thighs? She shivered lustfully as she moved out into the hallway and took the first step up the staircase to the second floor, feeling as though she were being driven by the devil himself. At the top of the stairs, she paused, then entered the bedroom. Just inside the bedroom door, she held the bone high in a teasing gesture so that the big dog would see and follow, as obscene ideas she'd never even thought of before whirled incitingly through her brain!
"Pepper, come in here, darling. Come in here with Elizabeth," she pleaded, a note of desperation quavering in her voice. She began cooing: "Come on, baby ... that's it, Pepper. Come see what Liz has for you and afterward you can have the bone!"
It was too late to stop now, the wildly excited girl reasoned, fully realizing that what she was about to do was totally depraved, but knowing she was going to do it anyway ... she just couldn't stop herself! After last night, with Kevin leaving her high and dry, the lonely widow would do just about anything to feed that burning sex-hunger that flamed up between her legs.
The handsome animal looked at his mistress quizzically as he came upon her standing just inside the door. Liz had lifted her short mini-skirt and her legs were parted slightly, the fingers of one hand pulling aside the thin narrow crotch band of her white nylon panties. She was exposing her blonde-fringed moistly wetness cunt to her dog!
"Come on, Pepper! Do it for Elizabeth! Lick it, baby ... lick Elizabeth's hot little pussy for her," she whispered, although she was alone in the house. The obscene knowledge of what she was doing inspired frantic jolts of wildly raging excitement to charge through her titillated belly.
She watched eagerly as the dog moved closer, the sight of his panting tongue alone enough to cause a trembling weakness in her knees. Then, unimaginable sensations of frenetic lust stabbed through her release-denied womb when she realized he was really going to lick up there between her soft quivering thighs! Ooooooh ... this was beyond anything she'd ever imagined before it was beyond obscenity, she trembled thrillingly, pulling the tight elastic leg band even farther to one side, drawing out even more the sheer strip of her wet panties to better expose her moist, fire-filled cunt to the waiting animal! He was going to lick her, wasn't he? God! He had to!
Overcoming an apparent momentary confusion as to what his mistress wanted him to do, Pepper moved forward through the door so that his head was level with her long shapely thighs.
Liz tousled the powerful dog's thick cropped hair, fondling him softly. His onyx eyes glimmered in the light slanting through the bedroom curtains as suddenly he looked up at her, his eyes glaring with fierce animality. Then, lowering his head and perking up his ears, he bent closer until his cool wet nose touched the delicate strands of her blonde pubic hair.
"Oh God ... oh ... yes, like that, darling ... like that!" Liz encouraged him as the mighty animal's tongue began licking with avid enthusiasm over the woman's hot, wet young pussy-lips up between her sensuously spread thighs.
Suddenly the abandoned blonde knew she was going to cum like this, having Pepper lick her passion-slick pussy while she clamped her long slender legs around his stately neck ... Yes, it was wonderful, it was way beyond anything she'd expected! Now she understood what had driven her friend Karen to kiss and suck on her own Blacky's cock a few minutes before.
The young widow was still holding the bone high in one hand while her sheer white panties were held away from her nakedly exposed cuntal lips with the other. "Oh lover ... you sweet . . .sweet beauty! Lick! Oh, lick! Elizabeth will cum in a second! Keep it up, darling, then you can have your bone.
Lick ... that's it ... oh lick, lick!"
Then an unwelcome sound penetrated ... a knocking downstairs at the back door, persistent but not demanding ... yet! Elizabeth totally ignored it, couldn't do anything else she was so near to orgasm. But the knocking continued until the huge dog finally stopped his obscene caresses, turning his head away from Elizabeth's lewdly moistening pussy in reflexive curiosity. Oh God, just a minute more and she would have cum!
The frantically aroused young blonde almost screamed, thrusting her desire-heated cunt obscenely forward, trying to tempt the big animal back to finish his depraved caressive tonguing. But instead he nosed his way through the opening of the door she had not quite closed to move back down the staircase toward the kitchen entrance.
"Oh damn, no, no!" the wildly excited girl cursed under her breath, quickly pulling her panty crotch band back over her saliva-moistened vagina and letting her skirt drop back over her still trembling thighs. She was still shuddering from the impassioned sensations that charged through her near-orgasming cunt!
Who the heck could it be? she inwardly raged, then heard Kevin Burroughs' voice speaking to Pepper through the screened kitchen door. The nerve of him, she thought: to humiliate her like he'd done last night and then show up this morning as though nothing had happened!
"Hello there, fellow. Where's your pretty mistress?" he was saying. " ... Oh, there you are, Liz," the young bachelor greeted Elizabeth as she came into the kitchen.
"Well?" she said coolly, stepping up to the screen door without opening it.
"You have company, Liz? Looks like I interrupted something."
Suddenly, Elizabeth's anger was submerged in a wave of embarrassment. She felt herself blush ... and blush again, whether from the memory of what the handsome young man had done to her last night or from Pepper's licking her pussy in the bedroom, she didn't know. Both were equally shameless, wicked acts ... How could she have done those things?
She stopped that line of thought to prevent herself from blushing again!
"No, I was ... just washing out some things in the bathroom." Liz tremblingly unlatched the kitchen door. She took a deep breath, trying to regain her poise. "Would you ... like a cup of coffee?"
God, now she was offering him coffee! Never in her life had she felt so distracted!
"Thanks, but no thanks," the young bachelor stepped in. He stood there, looking as though he'd just woken up, then comfortably eased his muscular body into a chair by the kitchen table.
"Aren't you working today?" she asked, trying to relax her own feeling of tension.
"No ... well the truth is, I went over to visit a friend of mine after I let you off ... a guy I work with. Well, I'm damn hungover."
In her confusion, Liz began making coffee anyway. "Well, aren't you at least going to go ... in late?" she fumbled with the cord on the percolator.
"No, I'll make it up Saturday," he said with a slight groan. "Say, my boss and his wife are vacationing at a beach house about twenty miles from here, so I thought I'd drive down there for the day. Well, would you like to go with me?"
"No, I really don't...."
At that moment, Pepper who had been sitting in the corner rose up and pattered over to where Liz was standing by the sink. Liz watched his approach with large frightened eyes. Just as she feared, he began lifting his head, sniffing animalistically up between her thighs. She backed away " ... That goddamned dog!"
"My-o-my!" Kevin Burroughs chuckled in the background. "I didn't think you used such powerful language!"
"As I was saying..." Liz began again and stopped.
Although she stepped to the side, Pepper was following her with unrelenting determination.
Once again, the German shepherd raised his head and placed his nose on the soft inner side of her left thigh. And then ... then the length of his tongue leaped out, searching for the still moistened cuntal "vee" up between her partially spread thighs.
Liz jerked away in what she hoped looked like a posture of decorum. "If you wait a minute, I'll get my purse," she said, seizing upon her only means of escape. "There was something else ... but I can do it tomorrow!"
Five minutes later, Liz was walking beside Kevin Burroughs to his small red sports car parked three doors down on the circular drive of his apartment. It seemed odd that, after resolving last night never to see the young executive again, she was going out with him this very next morning. But most of all she was relieved to get away from Pepper, although she didn't believe for a moment that what had happened was the animal's fault. It was her darn problem, she thought guiltily, remembering the way the huge dog had whimpered as he slunk back into his corner.
CHAPTER SIX
To Liz's surprise, Kevin Burroughs was making apologies to her before they had even pulled out of the Colonial Groves driveway.
"I'm really glad you decided to come along, Liz," he said, rolling down the windows and heading toward the highway. "You seemed damned upset last night. Well, truth is, I came over this morning to say I'm sorry..."
The lovely blonde waved it away casually, but deep down inside she was pleased. They rolled past the few farmhouses along Highway 59 until they reached Frog Hill Junction, that marked the turn left toward the beach ... or right into Pepperston. "Damn," he pulled over to the shoulder, "I got some trunks in the back, but I forgot to remind you to bring a swimsuit!"
"I've got an old one back at the house," the pretty widow replied hesitantly, "but there's another in town at a friend's. I guess that's closer."
Pulling back onto the highway, Kevin turned right and they were heading into Pepperston on the two-lane road that later became Main. With Liz giving directions, Kevin brought the car to a halt in the young widow's usual parking spot around the corner from the hardware store.
"Be back in a sec', " the blonde advised him, jumping out of the car and picking her way toward Bobby and Simon's apartment through the heavy lunchtime traffic charging up and down Main.
As she had expected, they were still in bed. "Came to get the swimsuit." She charged past a sleepy-looking Simon to pick up the skimpy bikini she remembered seeing him drop on a pile of books on the fridge.
When she came out of the kitchen, he was peeking out the window at the blonde-haired bachelor parked across the street in the little MG. "Don't waste your time," she laughed and swatted him with the suit as she popped out the door. "He very definitely ... isn't. "
Through the screen door, she saw Simon shrug disappointedly, rub his face, and trudge comalike to the rear of the apartment, seemingly returning to bed.
Then, his pretty date back in the car, Kevin was driving past Liz's family home, though he didn't know it. The old two-story colonial house set back at the end of a long driveway and surrounded by estate-like grounds, was quite impressive, Liz realized consciously for the first time in her life. Somehow, probably because of her parent's modest style of life, she'd never thought of her family as rich, but just ... well, comfortable.
Liz's father was a doctor, a general practitioner. Still, the mansion-like home wasn't the result of his income as substantial as that was. It had been her father's childhood home also, been the Steele place for three generations.
As the old house, then the neighborhood with its wide-spaced large residences, disappeared from sight behind them, Liz imagined her mother out in the back yard working at her flowers and her father, now retired, sipping beer in the cool of the sunporch in front of the television.
By mutual agreement with her two parents, Liz hadn't been home in two weeks, or even called. "Shock treatment," her father had called it. There was no ill feeling between the girl and her parents. Oh, at first, they hadn't wanted their beautiful only daughter to move out, but once Liz had presented her case and shown her decision was a firm one, they had supported her fully in it. Liz's childhood had been a happy one. That was the whole trouble, she thought. Elizabeth was so close to her family that she'd had to force herself to leave home after twenty-three years. Even her marriage to Bob had seemed like a short, rather unpleasant vacation. Desperately homesick, she'd moped through the first three weeks of married life until Bob had angrily asked her if she wanted to move back with her parents. After that she pulled herself together and tried to shake th? unhappiness, but the out-of-place feeling had still been there. She'd actually been relieved, she thought guiltily, when Bob had enlisted into the service and she could return home ... for the meantime....
"We just passed my parents' place," she said when the elegant neighborhood was safely out of sight.
"Oh, yeah?" The young bachelor snapped out of his quiet mood. "Should have said something," he mumbled. "I'd like to have seen it. Maybe you would have wanted to drop by..."
"No, no," Liz laughed. Kevin was obviously trying hard to be polite ... and was just as obviously very hungover.
Understandingly, she didn't push any conversation, just let him drive. God knows she knew how he felt! Everyone had been calling her a prude a lot lately, she thought. But one thing she wasn't a prude about was liquor she just naturally seemed to like to drink it was really her only vice. Her father, Dr. Steele, was a heavy drinker and the massive maple tree just at the bend of the Steele's imposingly long driveway showed it. "Jesus, Mary, and Joseph, just don't let him hit the maple tree!" Liz's mother used to say at least once a week throughout Liz's childhood just before her father's careening blue Plymouth scraped the tree, invariably sideswiping it. Till this very day there was no bark on the driveway side of the big maple. But for some reason, these memories were amusing, fond ones, and Liz didn't feel she'd suffered any special traumas that were supposed to go with having a hard-drinking parent.
"It's time to get out the map now," Kevin was suddenly pulling over to the shoulder of the road. "This couple ... well, what they've done is bought an old farmhouse. It's not really on the water," he struggled to explain. "You have to drive down to the beach ... you know?"
"I know," Liz smiled. "Let me look at the map," she waited for his okay nod and then opened the glove compartment. "It'd probably be easier for me to figure out. I did some horseback riding out around here in high school."
Kevin gave the young blonde the directions as best he could, then leaned back with a sense of relief while she poured over the map. Jesus, he thought guiltily, he'd really underestimated this Calloway girl. She was acting like a true lady, accepting his apology and forgetting his drunken behavior last night he liked that. Feeling abashed, he recalled his intoxicated bragging about the previous evening to a married friend after he'd taken Liz home. Well, there was no doubt about it he'd acted like a complete ass. What the hell, she was the kind of girl he wanted to fuck ... any man would ... but he could also sense a more companionable respect and liking for her growing in him that he didn't typically feel for girls he dated.
"I think if you keep on going about a mile and then turn down the next dirt road, it should come out right," Liz said, giving him a hopeful look before she neatly folded up the map and put it back in the glove compartment.
They cruised farther down the highway past seemingly empty woods and fields until they reached the dirt road Liz had predicted. The farm was less than a mile up the road. There were no signs of life about in fact, the place looked deserted when they coasted silently to a stop in the front yard.
"I don't know. I don't honestly know." Burroughs raised his hands in a gesture of helplessness and got out. Shit! This was one hell of a note now she'd think he'd lured her out to a deserted farmhouse! He came back and leaned in Elizabeth's window. "They said they'd be here this afternoon. Maybe they got called out unexpectedly. Why don't you wait here while I take a look around?"
"All right," Liz looked hesitant.
He could almost feel her eyeing him suspiciously as he climbed up the front steps of the white two-story frame farmhouse. The front door was locked. Christ, he thought, this was a real pisser. Lee Deighton and his wife had invited him out to the summer place by telephone that very morning. Deighton was his boss and he'd felt slightly elated by the invitation. But goddamn, even if Deighton was his boss, he had no right to invite him and then split out. It was a real downer, and he felt his ego crumbling with his hopes for the afternoon.
The strange part of it was, he thought as he sprinted back down the steps, the place looked really closed up even the window shades were drawn. It obviously wasn't a case of Lee and Sally skipping out to the grocer's.
Burroughs walked around the side of the house, took a look at the empty barn, the empty chicken houses, hoping he just might see Deighton's car. like most of the old farms bought up by city people, there was no real farming going on here. But the Deightons had just bought the old place not really reconverted it yet and there wasn't even a dog or a stray cat scurrying around, the usual first acquisitions of the "gentleman farmer".
Then, climbing up the back porch step, he saw a folded note taped onto the doorframe.
Not sure whether to feel angry or relieved, he pulled it out and sat down on the steps to read it.
Dear Kevin, We waited until one, and when the McLaughlins called about a party, we just couldn't resist. Go in, make yourself comfortable, and be expecting us back for dinner. We've been drinking Tom Collins you'll find the mixings in the living room. Hope you do finally show up because if there's any break-ins we're holding you responsible!
Till about seven, The Deightons
Kevin folded the note back up, stood up and tried the back door. It was unlocked. Hell, it wasn't so bad after all, he thought, going back down the steps two at a time. He still seemed to be in the Deightons' good graces. Also he had Liz alone for the afternoon with no conniving on his part and he had the note to prove it.
Elizabeth looked up at him expectantly as the elated Kevin walked down the gravel drive to the car. He'd just show her the note, he decided, not push her into anything. Eventually she'd reach the only possible conclusion they had to stick around. After all, they'd been invited to dinner.
"Well, it seems like they left for the afternoon." He leaned in through the window and handed her the note.
"But they're expecting us for dinner."
"For dinner?" she repeated dubiously. "But that's about five hours away."
"Right," he agreed with mock-concern, then added uncertainly. "I suppose we could go swimming."
"You mean go down to the beach, then come back here later for dinner?"
"Why not?" he said, feeling his excitement rising despite himself. Right now all he wanted to do was get her out of the car! "Have lunch, a few drinks, then drive down to the water."
That sounded reasonable to Liz. "Okay," she said, unlatching the car door.
The lovely young widow smiled at her companion as she stepped out onto the gravel into the hot sun, then the handsome couple began walking up to the empty farmhouse. Once again, Kevin found himself admiring her this time for her good nature. Too many of the girls he'd taken out seemed interested in about two things being taken out for an expensive meal, followed by a trip to a snazzy club where everyone could see what they were wearing. And if he didn't come through with that, they turned into real ice-cubes.
He was glad about something else, too. The Deightons were swingers swapping parties with stag movies and lots of sex-inciting booze and drugs and now that he really gave thought to the idea of Liz and he spending a whole afternoon with the sophisticated couple, he couldn't quite see Liz fitting into the picture. No, he could see Liz fitting into the picture, he decided on second thought. That was exactly the problem. One look at that juicy body and Deighton would be set on fucking the attractive blonde and Kevin knew, with his goddamned new job more or less on the line, he wouldn't have the balls to say "no" to his own boss. But now he had Elizabeth alone to himself!
Kevin pushed open the unlocked door and they stepped into a typical old farmhouse kitchen large as most people built their living rooms nowadays. In fact, the kitchen had a living room effect. It was cluttered with plants, hanging pots and pans, a television and, at one far end, looking out over the rolling green back lawn, was a huge family-size table.
"How cozy," Liz commented as they moved into the front room.
There was a living room, a den off it, and the big unscreened porch across the front. "Guess that's it," Kevin shrugged casually. "Unless you want to see the bedrooms and bathroom upstairs?"
"No, why don't we have something to drink?" Liz moved back into the kitchen.
Kevin found another friendly note on the refrigerator and they proceeded to raid the Deighton's icebox. Lunch was a simple affair-just some hamburgers and warmed-up pork and beans, accompanied by plenty of cold beer. Then, afterward, Kevin located the liquor cabinet in the living room and they had three Tom Collins on the front porch. Probably because of the alcohol, their conversation became light-hearted, until they reached a point where there was nothing more to say, though the silence between them was comfortable.
Instead of talking they looked out over the front lawn and virtually unused dirt road. Only one car had passed in the hour and a half they had been sitting there. Kevin found that amusing.
Elizabeth laughed too. "Let's change into our suits." She stretched out her long legs as though they ached when she stood up. "Or we'll never make it back from the beach by seven."
"You want me to get it out of the car?" In his slightly intoxicated condition, Kevin struggled to remember where she had put her swimsuit.
"No, silly," she giggled. "It's in my purse. It's rather ... small."
"Okay, I left mine in the kitchen. You get an upstairs bedroom."
The young couple moved from the porch back into the house, then, passing through the living room, Elizabeth took a peek through the half-closed den door.
"Nice," she commented, stopping for a moment in the door.
"Yeah," Burroughs said uncertainly.
Liz was seeing one thing, but he saw another signs of a wild weekend that didn't look like it was over. Pillows and cushions were still strung out all over the floor in front of the den fireplace. A white movie screen covered a window at one end of the room. He knew the Deightons had bought the old place outside town for privacy at parties. They ran around with a wild young sex group that he was acquainted with ... well, sort of ... he had been to one party. In any case, the Deightons had obviously been having an orgy...
"What's this?" Liz's eyes locked on a black and white photograph left lying on the lowboy. Her eyes narrowed and her hands shook slightly as she picked it up.
Kevin looked over her shoulder at the Polaroid photograph of a woman's face, her mouth strained in a tight circle around a man's fully hardened penis, stretched so wide it looked like she would choke on the enormous cock. It was huge, yet her lips were locked snugly around it as though they never wanted to let go. The man Kevin didn't recognize, but the woman was Sally Deighton! though he didn't tell that to Elizabeth.
"The Deightons are strange people," he pulled the photograph from her hand and shoved it in the lowboy's top drawer. "But they're also very nice people ... so we don't need to let that bother us, do we?"
"I guess not," Liz rationalized. "After all, this is their own home. I suppose they have a right to have what pictures they want in it."
There was a secret smile on Liz's face as the intoxicated blonde turned away from Kevin and climbed up the narrow enclosed staircase to the farmhouse's second floor. Oh, no, she wasn't quite as naive as Kevin thought, she half-laughed to herself, the alcohol making her feel frivolous. Anybody with half a mind could see that the Deightons were swingers ... or whatever term it was that the newspapers called it. But she didn't care. In a way that made it even better. Sometime during the conversation on the porch, the young widow had decided the time had come to break her long sexual abstinence. She wanted Kevin to make love to her, she wanted to experience everything! And knowing that the Deightons wouldn't be shocked to find two lovers in their house if they happened to come home early just made her feel less afraid, more secure about what was finally going to happen...
Liz ducked into a pretty sunlit bedroom and began undoing her clothes, pulling her sweater over her head and tossing it on the double bed with a nonchalance that surprised even herself. Somehow she sensed it was going to be easier than she would have imagined it to be. Bob had been dead for over three years now, and anyway she had known all along he would never in a million years have wanted her to save herself for some sort of silly memory of him.
She slipped out of her skirt and folded it neatly over the sweater on the bed. It was not for Bob's memory, though, that Elizabeth had waited all this time before giving herself to another man. It was partly public opinion, a fear of what the townspeople would think, since her husband had been killed in Vietnam, But most of all it was a prudishness, just like her more intimate friends had said. They didn't know how deep it went! That same prudishness, she realized guiltily, had kept her from ever really giving herself to Bob even to her own husband when she had him!
Undressing more quickly now, Liz peeled her white nylon panties down her long legs and reached behind to undo her matching white nylon brassiere. Still, until now, no men had really interested her. Because she wouldn't let them! Her friends had pointed out prospect after prospect, but she had steadily refused to see anything nice in any of them ... using the excuse that no man interested her now that Bob had gone out of her life. But, now that she had finally relaxed, it had happened, just like everyone told her. She liked Kevin Burroughs! It was entirely something she hadn't planned, something she'd never expected to happen.
The young widow stood there naked a moment, running her hands over her full swelling hips and up to the sensuous weight of her breasts, the alcohol coursing through her bloodstream sending wild erotic flashes to each and every nerve-end on her generously contoured body. Then she slipped into the skimpy white bikini and moved purposefully out the door. After the response she'd got from Simon, a confirmed homosexual, she didn't need to look in the mirror to know what kind of reaction she'd get from Kevin Burroughs.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Liz walked down several steps, then stopped at the turn of the landing. It hardly seemed worthwhile to go downstairs not when she was so conveniently close to the pleasant sunny bedroom with its big double bed!
"Kevin?" she called out. "Do you think I should leave my clothes in the bedroom or bring them with me?"
"I don't suppose it matters one way or the other." She heard the handsome young executive moving from the kitchen through the living room toward her voice. Then Burroughs appeared, slenderly muscular in swim trunks.
"Very nice upstairs," she commented down to him from the landing. "Sunny, lots of windows. Really, you ought to see it."
Burroughs' heart jumped to his throat as he looked up at the curvaceous young blonde on the landing, wearing only a skimpy white bikini. Jesus, he thought, she's got a beautiful body!
"Oh yeah? Guess I'll take a look," he gulped deeply and held his breath. Already he was moving up the staircase behind her. Christ! Christ! his eyes fastened on her tautly undulating buttocks as they climbed higher. Her firm, half-exposed ass-cheeks joggled seductively as she shifted from one foot to the other.
Feeling almost stunned by his date's movie-star voluptuousness, the young executive accompanied the seductively clad blonde on a brief tour of the upstairs. There seemed to be three bedrooms, a bath ... he hardly noticed for the crawling, drawing-up sensation in his scrotum that signaled the beginning of an erection. He could feel his cock throbbing painfully with his hotly racing blood as she stopped in a bedroom doorway.
Burroughs took a deep breath as the determined widow moved slowly into the room, seemingly unaware of his eyes that followed every swaying movement of her softly molded half-naked body. Jesus, what's she doing? Does she think I'm blind?! He looked around and then sat down on the bed in an attempt to hide the visible bulge in his swim trunks.
"This is the room where I left my clothes," she pointed to the neat stack of her clothing on the bed. There were her tight sweater and short mini-skirt, and on top of it all a white lacy brassiere and her sheer white bikini panties. "Guess I should hang up the skirt or it'll get all wrinkled."
"Yeah, why not? Just hang it in their closet," he barely managed to mutter. "I'm sure they won't mind."
Liz picked up the bundle of clothing and laid it on the bureau, turning her back to him. He could feel the blood continuing to pulse warmly into his lust-stiffened cock, straining his hard thick penis against the restricting tightness of his swim trunks.
She lifted the skirt from under the stack of clothing and then slowly hung it up. Just watching the movement of her arms and the tanned naked expanse of her tapering back sent his imagination racing wildly. His eyes glowed with anticipation as the skirt fell from the hanger and she bent to pick it up. The miniscule bathing suit panties slipped into the narrow crevice between her roundly curved ass-cheeks as she straightened up and replaced it on the hanger Finally, she turned and walked gracefully toward the bed, her lush young body entirely naked except for the two wisps of cloth that covered her gently quivering breasts and full womanly buttocks.
As she neared the bed, Kevin couldn't help staring, in spite of himself. Christ, is she built! Her large, gently uplifted breasts were wide-spaced and placed high on her chest. They swayed and jiggled with a youthful firmness that made the hair on the back of his neck stand on end. For a moment, he ceased breathing at all and felt an involuntary jerking of his turgid, fully erect cock. His penis felt like it would tear through his swim trunks as his eyes fell on the soft-looking "vee" of her pubic mound, snugly encased in the white bikini panties.
"I think you like me," the watching blonde said bluntly, with a twinkle in her eyes.
"How can you tell?" he laughed nervously.
"It's just something a woman can sense," the somewhat intoxicated woman shrugged and casually sat down on the bed beside him.
Jesus, what is she ... trying to do to me! I've been playing the gentleman ... but if she keeps this up ... I'll rape her!
As Liz sat down and leaned back luxuriantly, half-naked on her elbows beside him, it was all he could do to keep from throwing his hotly churning body on top of her tempting lushness. She sighed and tilted her head, her long blonde hair spilling and cascading softly around her shoulders. He moved closer and turned toward her, feeling his stiff rampant hardness pressing hotly against her splayed-out thigh.
"Do you want ... to see me naked, Kevin?" she smiled.
"God, you know I do," he gasped, hardly able to believe what the usually prim widow had said.
The young executive turned the quivering blonde toward him and slipped his right hand inside the front of her low-cut bikini top, squeezing the warm swelling flesh excitedly between his fingers. With his other hand he undid the white straps holding the flimsy top up, letting her youthfully ripened breasts burst free in the warm afternoon air. They were like two succulent melons, the alabaster whiteness of her proudly thrusting mounds shining in sharp contrast to the rich deep tan on the rest of her nakedness.
Then Burroughs wound his fingers in the tight waistband of her brief white panties and worked them down over her white, firmly rounded buttocks to her knees. He gazed down excitedly at her naked, hair-lined pussy and its pink flushing moistness nestled within.
Almost frantically, he pulled the panties down her long smooth legs and tossed them quickly alongside the bed.
"Oh God, now I'm completely naked!" Liz gasped in wanton excitement.
"Yeah."
As he gaped at her, she stared back at him, her eyes a little glazed from the alcohol. The richly full mounds of her proud young breasts and their ruby-like, hardened nipples thrust up at him in all their naked glory. Liz lowered her eyes for a moment to take in the promising bulge at his loins, then she lifted herself up on her elbows. Unknowingly, she had splayed her legs open wide and he could plainly see the wet pink flesh of her desirously pulsating cunt, framed by the tantalizing golden wisps of soft pussy hair.
"Christ, you're ... beautiful, Liz," he muttered, staring down at her lush nakedness while the passion-heat in his muscular body rose rapidly. He could see that her cool blue eyes had dilated a little from the excitement also and it was all he could do to keep from falling on top of her and ramming his achingly distended cock up into the dampening warmth of her tight little cunt this very moment, but he held himself back. He wanted to take enough time to be sure she would cum. Last time he had deprived her of her orgasm this time he wanted to make her respond fully, to cum with him.
"I'm glad you like me ... naked," Liz blushed, unconsciously raising her full blossoming hips and undulating them wantonly in silent pleading.
"Have you made love to a lot of other men?" he asked.
"No," she admitted. "Just my husband ... and we were only married six months."
"I'm going to teach you all you ever wanted to know about making love," the blonde man promised, pushing her down to the mattress and leaning over her expectantly splayed nakedness.
Kevin suddenly realized that the naked widow was quivering passionately beneath him. "You want me to fuck you, don't you?" he breathed deeper this time.
"Oh, yes, you know I want you to," she answered, even more excited by the obscene word he had chosen.
"Then tell me!"
"I want you to fuck me!" she moaned heavily at the very wantonness of her own response.
The excited young businessman rose from the bed and began taking off his swim trunks. He shoved them down his muscled legs and stood in front of her with his rigidly throbbing cock standing out like a flag pole in front of his flat firm loins. Elizabeth's lust-glazed eyes raced over his towering masculine form then riveted on his lewdly pulsing hardness, staring at his rock-hard member for a moment, before looking up at him hesitantly.
"Kevin?" she abruptly gasped.
"What?" Kevin stopped at the edge of the bed, noticeably irritated by the interruption. Jesus, was she going to back out on him now! Shit, he was ready to fuck her and nothing was going to stop him!
Liz struggled for the right words, the thought of what Karen had done to Blacky whirling excitedly through her mind. She couldn't do that to a dog but she wanted to do it to
Kevin!
"Kevin, your cock is wonderful. I want to repay you, darling ... for what you did to me last night. Do you want me to put my lips around your cock? ... I've never done that before to anyone. I want to suck on you, too!"
Burroughs looked back at her in lusty amazement, finally managing to pant hoarsely, "Oh, God, yes! Suck my cock!"
As he pulled himself from between her wide-splayed legs and rolled onto his back beside her, she waited expectantly, then the nakedly aroused blonde crawled up on her knees between his hair-covered legs. Burroughs had the feeling that Liz Calloway was going to be just the limit! She's never sucked anyone else even her husband but she was learning fast! He lay tensed with his stiffly pulsating cock pointed up at a forty-five degree angle toward the ceiling. Turning his head he could see both himself and the sexy young blonde reflected in the mirror on top of the dressing table and he followed her preliminary movements without even having to raise his head to look down at her.
"Jeezus!" he groaned as she positioned her body over his in the mirror, her full cream-white breasts dangling erotically and her lushly molded buttocks waving salaciously in the air.
Liz crawled up between his legs and, reaching out with her hand, began stroking his impatiently throbbing hardness, sliding the smooth flesh of his foreskin up and down in a slow tantalizing rhythm that thrilled her with its new found lewdness. She was stroking his penis just like he had made her do last night, but this time, the drink-relaxed widow was doing it willingly! Then she moved up even farther on all fours until her head was a scant few inches from the warm pulsing head of his bulbously rounded cock. She held the hard thick rod of burgeoning male flesh tightly in both hands, stroking the eagerly jerking shaft between the flat of her palms in a teasing up and down motion that caused the bachelor's muscular buttocks to undulate in time to her obscene maddening rhythm.
"Damn, keep that up!" Burroughs commanded the sensuous-naked figure kneeling so provocatively over him.
Elizabeth's head lowered toward the bloated hardness of his lewdly pulsing cock-head and her tongue flicked out, the tip boring teasingly into the slight moistness of the small opening at the end. "Christ," Kevin sucked in his breath from the excruciatingly pleasurable contact of her virginal tongue on his unbelievably stiffened penis.
Chills rippled along the back of his spine, forcing a groan from his lips. He'd never expected the reserved blonde to respond like this it was almost too good to be true. He watched as she brought her lasciviously ovaled wet mouth down all the way and enclosed the whole of his hard thick cock in a soft warm pressure that was so incredibly exciting he almost came right then. She was inexperienced in this type of thing, but the burning heat of her mouth and the naively proficient way she used her lips was absolutely fantastic. Her lips slid back up his shaft-length and tightened like a pink elastic band just below his savagely pulsating cock-head, trapping his lust-thickened hardness up inside the warm wet cavern of her impaled mouth.
"Oooooh," he groaned, lifting his head from the pillow to stare down at the young blonde's lust-contorted face.
The sight of his sensitive cock-shaft sunk halfway up between her greedily sucking lips increased the erotic sensation ten-fold. His stiffened penis glistened like the wet limb of a sapling as it began to move erotically in and out between the grasping fullness of her lewdly encompassing lips. Tentatively at first, then with more assurance, she massaged the velvety resilient skin of his testicles with her fingers, stroking the base of his wetly immersed cock between the thumb and forefinger of the other hand as she began to suck rhythmically up and down on his saliva-coated rod of burgeoning cock-flesh.
The young accounts executive could feel the softness of her hotly working tongue twirling with an obscene moist pressure around his cock-head at the apex of withdrawal, the tongue-tip dancing across the tiny cum-seeping opening at the end. He flexed his buttocks, his head still raised, watching the top of her blonde head bobbing salaciously up and down below, the inciting vision of her mouth encasing the length of his wildly hammering penis almost painful in its unspiring lewdness.
Liz could feel the throbbing reaction in his hotly responding loins and she began to suck a little harder, the tips of her teeth digging gently into his hard resisting member, leaving small white trails where they had scraped the blood along beneath the surface of his skin. The image of what her friend Karen had done with the dog was etched in the impressionable blonde's mind and she tried to do it like she'd seen the abandoned brunette sucking on Blacky's red glistening penis.
Then Kevin's hands dropped to Elizabeth's hair and pulled her even closer to his achingly responding loins. She liked this position it gave her a masochistic pleasure to know she was almost incapable of moving her head in any direction now except up and down on that wonderful fully rigid penis.
Reaching under his tightly flexed buttocks, she cupped the rock-hard mounds to pull his orgiastically jerking pelvis up tighter to her face. Her cleverly manipulating tongue swiped around the silky bulbous head furiously until Kevin thought he would scream with the building pleasure, feeling near the bursting point as she took almost all his thick rigid shaft deep up in her throat. As she licked on the glistening wet pole-flesh like a cat lapping at cream, he could feel all of himself, every nerve he possessed concentrated down there in the hardened core of his eagerly thrusting penis. He had to get his hot throbbing member up into that tight little cunt of hers and fuck her! He couldn't go on like this much longer or he would cum right in her mouth!
"Jesus, Liz, that's good!" he moaned. "But you got to stop before I cum. I want to put it ... in your cunt ... and fuck you!"
"Go ahead, cum in my mouth," she gurgled around the obscenely impaling penis between her lips. "You can fuck me later ... isn't that possible?"
"Oh God, right on, baby. You sure learn quickly. We'll do it both ways!"
Burroughs thought the avid young blonde would choke, but she continued the maddening titillating sucking on and on, her mouth pulling up the full length of the impatiently beating penis, drawing on him like an erotic velvety vacuum cleaner. The pressure building in his sperm-bloated balls was excruciatingly unbearable, and his stone-hard cock seemed to inflate and lengthen beyond anything it had ever done before. He was going to cum in her mouth! In her mouth! He couldn't hold back an instant longer!
Great swirls of heat were building deep, deep up in his lustfully churning balls as he watched her lust and drink twisted face working above his hairy body like that of a hungry calf sucking on its mother's teat. He could see tiny rivulets of sweat rolling from her naked, voluptuously molded body as she bucked over him, trying to make him spurt his white hot cum down her sucking gluttonous throat.
"Oh, Christ ... Christ, JESUS!" he groaned into the brightness of the sunny upstairs bedroom.
The muscles on the young man's stomach tightened until he thought they would snap from the pressure as he arched his back up off the bed, pushing even farther up between the hotly clasping moistness of the blonde widow's working lips. He groaned over and over again, his mouth spitting out incoherent mutterings from between tightly clenched teeth. Suddenly, he gasped. The moment was here and a low guttural sound started from somewhere deep in his chest as he felt the building gush of impatiently surging sperm begin its mad dash from the reservoir of his exploding balls to spew in hot thin streams up into her hungrily sucking mouth.
"Succckkk, suck meeee!" he shouted, the tendons on his thighs stretching like a prisoner's drawn tight on a rack.
The beautiful blonde's cheeks expanded and hollowed fish-like as she greedily swallowed the warm flooding torrents to keep from choking. The slavishly kneeling widow went on sucking wildly as he emptied his fresh warm sperm up into the wetness of her suctioning mouth. His feverish hands tangled in her long hair, holding her head to the hot eruption of his release-possessed loins as he rammed his madly jerking penis all the way up to her tonsils.
"Aaaargh," the young widow coughed, swallowing to regain her breath.
Kevin Burroughs moaned his last and then fell back, grunting in complete fulfillment. Gradually, his still half-erect cock deflated in her mouth, but Elizabeth continued her gentle sucking, drawing every last drop of the warm tasting semen from the depleted young man's emptied sacs.
Finally, she pulled her mouth away. "Did you like that, darling?" She laid her head on his heaving stomach.
"Jesus, I'll say."
"It was exciting for me too, Kevin. I can hardly wait until you get hard again, so you can fuck me!"
Looking up at him, she smiled softly and began to pull herself up. Then, rolling over onto her buttocks, her face froze in a horrified expression. There was a man standing in the doorway! How long he had been watching them, she had no idea. His eyes were glinting with lewd excitement! He was undoing his belt buckle!
"Lie down and relax. I got to wait a few minutes," Kevin gasped from beneath her. Suddenly, he saw her hunching and crossing her arms as if to hide her own nakedness from some threat. "What's the matter, Liz?"
"It's just me, old boy," Lee Deighton stepped into the room, already unzipping his pants. "I came back to take you two over to a party. But I think I prefer to join this one."
"Now, wait a minute," Burroughs sat up. "Liz isn't used to..."
"Won't take no for an answer old boy," Deighton stepped out of his slacks. "Besides, you didn't bring a girl to the orgy. I let you fuck Sally, right? So here's your opportunity to repay me!"
In her stunned condition, Liz thought at first she must be going crazy! Kevin at an orgy! What kind of relationship did Kevin have with his boss and his boss' wife? Deighton was completely naked now, his fully erect cock waving at her menacingly as he approached the bed. His eyes took in her lush defenseless nakedness with a look of lewd anticipation that could only mean one thing ... he meant to fuck her. It couldn't be true ... no, it was too awful ... but it was going to happen. Kevin was sheepishly getting up from the bed, leaving her there alone and naked. WHY WASN'T HE HELPING HER? Not even bothering to dress, her lover dropped into a chair as though he were going to watch his boss make love to his vulnerable young girl friend.
"Spread your legs wide, honey, I'm coming in now," the dark-haired man grinned in triumph above her. "From the way that wet little pussy looks, I can see you're as ready as I am."
Quivering like a leaf, Liz thought she was going to faint from the terror as Deighton leaned over her and jerked her thighs wider apart. He levered up over her, his arms stiff, his hands pushing her shoulders to the mattress, then he dropped one hand down between their bodies, taking his throbbing cock between his fingers and guiding it forward, using the thick rubbery head to part the fleshy lips of her fearfully cringing cunt. She turned her head to the side on the mattress, closing her eyes with a shudder as she felt his turgid penis' soft electrical contact against the sensitive edges of her moistly prepared pussy.
"Kevin, help me ... please!" There was no answer.
"Nooo," the humiliated blonde pleaded as she felt the first harsh pressure against the tight elastic opening of her panic-seized vagina.
He pushed.
"Aaagh," she coughed as the bloated tip slipped through, cruelly stretching the narrow rubbery opening until Elizabeth felt as though her thighs were splitting apart from the relentless outward pressure.
"Ohhhhh, God no, please, you're hurting me, you're hurting me!" She was suddenly moaning uncontrollably as she jerked her eyes open in fear and saw the stranger's obscenely aroused grin above her impaled nakedness.
The older man fell forward, his weight smashing her full firm breasts tightly back against her chest as he thrust his hips forward to slide up his long thick cock up into her spasmodically clenching cunt like a raging freight train, pushing the soft moist flesh of her vaginal walls in rippling waves before it. There was no stopping his relentless driving member until with a loud groan his swaying balls smacked heavily into the upturned cheeks of her tightly clenched buttocks.
Wasting no time on preliminaries, he immediately began to fuck up into her in long, deep strokes. He thrust hard from the tips of his toes and rammed the last inch of his lustfully thickening cock up into her tight little hole, bringing a moan from her lips that resounded through the room like the cry of a wounded and dying animal. Liz's eyes opened wide to gaze glassy and unseeing at the ceiling. She couldn't believe this was happening to her!
"Okay, baby, let's cum," his voice came to her as though from a great distance. "I'm ready to shoot it into you."
Then, above her, Deighton groaned and she could feel the hot waves of his sperm shooting deep up into her defenselessly violated womb. Her head whirled in humiliation as the powerful ricocheting squirts surged wildly into her so-long-denied belly, filling her with its quenching liquid heat. She could feel it flooding hotly into her, drenching the depths of her heedlessly impaled womb until she thought she would burst inside. There were several convulsive jerks of his passion-racked pelvis against the softness of her abdomen, a desperate digging of fingers into the firm flesh of her hips, and then he fell forward.
Liz closed her eyes as Deighton exhaustedly lifted himself from her still shocked body and rolled over onto his back. When she opened them, Kevin Burroughs was still sitting in the chair, looking regretful ... but also excited!
Without a word to him, she lifted herself from the bed, gathered her clothing, and moved to the bathroom.
Minutes later, the fully clothed young widow eased out of the bathroom and stealthfully picked her way down the stairs. Feeling totally and oppressively sober now, she stood at the threshold to the living room, listening to the sounds of Kevin's and Lee's voices coming from above.
"I don't give a shit what you've said," Kevin was saying, "that's no goddamn way to treat a girl."
"Look," Lee answered. "You do want that new promotion, don't you? I've got several other guys in mind who'd love the job."
Kevin's voice was trembling with anger. "I don't believe my job security has anything to do with it."
Lee cleared his throat. "I'm telling you. Things aren't gonna get easier around the office unless you contribute your fair share. Lots of the other guys in the club are married. Jesus Christ, they absolutely insist their wives play around, and you're sweet on this broad you've only known for a coupla days!"
The listening Liz heard Kevin come to her defense again, but she didn't want to listen to him, although he did sound angry, and even if he was trying to stand up for her.
It wasn't till Elizabeth stepped out onto the porch that she realized from the angling shadows that it was late afternoon. She ran quickly from the farm house without slowing her pace until she had left the clearing and outbuildings far behind. By the time she reached the main road she was deeply out of breath. A stiff breeze disturbed the tops of tall New England pine and maple, a cricket sounded softly from the lush green forest, and suddenly the confused blonde felt frightened and terribly alone...
CHAPTER EIGHT
Sometimes the strangest things happen: coincidences, chance events, remarkable and totally accidental occurrences that come when a person least expects them.
So it was that Jimmy Lyons wasn't looking for anything out of the ordinary to happen to him when he decided to take a different route home from work. He was tired and anxious to get home. He'd taken the two-lane highway that afternoon even though the route was almost twice as long as the thru-way that went through Pepperston into New Hampshire and Maine .aid he was already beginning to regret it. He found himself driving faster and faster, steadily picking up speed in an effort to make time. At least there wasn't much traffic. Not many motorists drove along the winding tarmac, especially on weekdays when the beach crowd usually slacked off.
The wiry-built, gray-haired man was still hungover from the goings-on last night.
If it hadn't been for Burroughs coming over, he thought, giving himself a bleary-eyed look in the rear-view mirror, he would have felt a helluva lot better. It's been sometime after twelve when his friend had arrived and his wife had already gone to bed. Before Kevin had come, he'd already polished off the better part of a six-pack, and, when the younger, blonde-haired man had suggested he get out the Jack Daniels, he'd known he was finished as far as today was concerned.
Then there'd been that story about the girl. That had lasted into the A.M., and dawn was coming up by the time Kevin was through with his elaborate account of how he'd pussy-tongued the sexy young blonde down on Loames' Beach. Christ, Lyons laughed aloud to himself, Burroughs had told the same story ass-backwards and forwards then sideways-at least a dozen times!
But he couldn't say he blamed Kevin for it. He'd seen young Elizabeth Calloway from time to time since she'd graduated from Pepperston High School and had known Bob Calloway's family well, though he was sure Liz didn't know who the hell he was. Pepperston was small enough so that girls with the luck of youth and beauty like Liz Calloway turned automatically into community status symbols. He still found it hard to believe that Kevin had accomplished all he said he had last night. In Lyons' mind, Liz represented something remote and inaccessible. And, even though Kevin hadn't fucked her, in some ways getting a genuine taste of that young sweet pussy was just as good! But here he was, carrying on to himself like a high school kid! That was more the style of Burroughs, who was always trying to impress the guys at the office with tales of sexual conquest. Kevin played the young executive game to the hilt, with his flashy MG sports car and chic townhouse apartment. He was almost as bad as their boss, Lee Deighton. But Lyons and Burroughs both worked for the same accounting department in the paper marketing company where they were making about the same money, and Lyons wagered his friend was up to his ears in debt to maintain the expensive front.
Jimmy wasn't doing too bad, himself, but he'd been raised in the old New England tradition of thrift and common sense that demanded you take out a six-figure life insurance policy, even when you had no kids. His wife, Kitty, a terribly sensible girl, was security-conscious sometimes beyond the point of being reasonable. Uptight, Kevin would have called her, though Jimmy was no wild adventurer himself.
Still ... there were times, the man in his early forties sighed to himself, when he could use a little excitement in his life. His wife, although a good-looking woman, had never been much in bed. As far as pussy-licking and cock-sucking were concerned, she was an outright prude, and he'd been forced to seek out that sort of sex on occasional binges when he'd been down in Boston by himself.
The highway bent inland from the coast toward the juncture of a country road that ran some distance from the beach.
The high green grass along the tarmac whooshed in the wake of the speeding station-wagon. Behind a clump of scraggly pine and maple were a few summer cottages, bleached white in the sun. Lyons slowed down, anticipating the bumps and pot-holes in the old road he knew by heart, suddenly noticing there was a girl standing at the crossroads, her long blonde hair fanning out like silver sparks in the breeze. She was waving him down showing a bit of leg at the same time, Lyons noted and moving now from the shell-dust of the country track onto the highway.
He shifted down into low gear and softly applied the brakes. Crazy things have happened to me in my goddamned life, Jimmy Lyons thought, but seeing Liz Calloway at this moment is one of the ever-loving strangest!
"You need a lift?" he said hoarsely, after rolling down the window on her side of the car.
"Please ... if you don't mind." She moved rapidly to the door which Lyons opened automatically for her. She jumped into the front seat and slammed the door behind her.
"What's the matter? Car trouble?" he was almost at a loss for words.
"Yes ... no," she said confusedly. "It's rather complicated. Are you going to Pepperston?"
"Ma'am, I live in Pepperston."
"Oh," she was trembling visibly, "I thought I'd seen you somewhere."
He started up the car and headed on down the highway. Within moments, thickening broken shrub growth appeared on either side of the winding road. "I'm Jimmy Lyons. I knew your husband Bob's family real well," he said.
The curvaceous blonde nodded as though she'd only half heard him and continued to stare vacantly out the window.
Lyons took his eyes off the road to glance at her for a flickering second, and immediately he could tell she'd been crying. He didn't feel so very sympathetic, even though he knew he should. Maybe her upset mood had something to do with last night and Kevin Burroughs, he speculated, though Jimmy was still at a loss to explain how the young widow had ended up out here in the woods. Her hair streamed wildly in a soft blonde tangle on either side of her gracefully sloping shoulders, and the front of her blouse was undone down to the second button.
He stole another look, catching an eyeful of those high-set, full breasts that heaved up and down as she tried to keep from sobbing.
Lyons cleared his throat. "What happened?" he asked bluntly.
"Nothing," she was still evasive. "You couldn't possibly understand.
She was probably right, Jimmy thought. He'd never been any good at figuring out what made women act the way they did. One moment they were dreamy-eyed and romantic, and the next, they were petulant and breaking down in tears, but never was any real explanation for any of it. "You live in Colonial Grove, isn't that right?"
The distraught widow looked at him with an alarmed expression and began nervously running her fingers through her blonde hair. "Yes ... how did you know?"
"Kevin Burroughs is a good friend of mine," the older businessman said.
She didn't answer, but he saw her stiffen on the seat beside him.
"Boy, that Kevin really gets around," he went on. "You got to hand that to him. He's been in Pepperston only a few months, and already he's made a name for himself."
"Yes, I suppose so," she answered wearily.
Knowing Kevin, Jimmy thought, he'd wrangled a date with Liz this morning, despite his hangover and his job ... and in spite of the fact she'd probably told him she never wanted to see him again in her life. Lyons chuckled to himself. He reflected on the possibility that Kevin had screwed Liz Calloway this afternoon ... then his thoughts dwelled for a moment on the fortuitous events that had led up to his seeing her on the road a few minutes before.
"I saw Burroughs last night, sometime after he dropped you off at Colonial Grove," he said, glancing sharply at her.
"Y-you ... did?" A flood of tears came to her eyes, and she blinked them back, obviously trying hard not to show how much this comment had astonished and unsettled her.
Suddenly, the twenty-four hours' series of events became too much for the confused young blonde. Liz bit her lip but suddenly lost control, and the tears came pouring out as her shoulders began fitfully heaving.
"Jesus Christ," he pulled the station wagon over to the side of the road. "Are you all right."
"Yes, yes, it's okay," she sobbed. "Please . . .just take me home. Honestly, I'll pay you for it..."
"Damn," Lyons felt his cock stiffening into a rapidly pulsing hardness beneath his pants, "I'm no frigging taxi, lady!"
The gray-haired man thought of what Burroughs had told him about how the curvaceous blonde had tightened her long slender legs around his neck and the way she had moaned for more of his expertly probing tongue licking up between her trembling thighs, then he imagined himself getting his share of that delectable young pussy!
"I'd be glad to take you home," he said, "but I think we ought to just sit here a minute ... and relax."
"I'll get out and walk," she said abruptly and began to move out of the station wagon which was parked on the side of the road.
Suddenly, Jimmy Lyons seized the girl and threw her violently back against the car seat. The feel of her smooth shoulders against his perspiring palms excited him, and he began breathing harder, feeling his penis growing another pounding inch at the first contact he made with her. He glanced quickly up and down the road to make sure no other houses or automobiles were in sight, but all he saw was woods, going back a quarter of a mile down the highway, leaving him and the girl totally alone.
"By now, you must have figured Kevin told me all about what happened last night," he wet his lips, "right down to how he licked your pretty little cunt!"
Elizabeth moved to get out of the car at once, but he pulled her back again and held her rigidly next to him. She could sense the threat of violence in his voice and the crude hungry look he turned on her sent a chill of foreboding crackling down the length of her spine.
"Damn you!" she shuddered. "Let me go ... I'll scream!"
"There isn't anyone around to hear you," he laughed. "Just you and me ... and I think that's the way I like it."
"Wh-why ... why are you acting like this?"
She bent backward on the car seat, trying to avoid the lewdly obscene undressing with his eyes of her trembling young body.
"I think I'd like to get acquainted with you, Liz," he breathed hard. "To put it bluntly, how about giving me some of what you gave Kevin last night?"
Her eyes widened. "You can forget that!" She tried to wrench free from his hand clenching vise-like on her wrist.
"See, I'm stronger than you, Liz. I got you trapped, right? You're stuck in this car with me and there isn't a damn thing you can do about it."
The older man obviously enjoyed the helpless look creeping over the girl's face.
"Another thing," he went on. "What the hell were you doing on the road by yourself this afternoon?"
"I was with Kevin," she blurted out, still trying to avoid his eyes.
"I figured that," he said.
She'd fucked Kevin this afternoon, he just sensed it! And the lewd knowledge clinched his determination to get in on the action.
He started up the car again, and this time she made no attempt to escape. Jimmy knew damn well the luscious blonde would do whatever he requested, since he'd made it known he wasn't a man to be taken lightly. He meant to fuck her, and there wasn't a damn thing she could do about it. There was a dirt road somewhere down the highway which headed up into the woods. No one used it out of hunting season, and he'd drive this gorgeous blonde ass out there and screw her!
The lustfully excited businessman had trouble finding the turnoff as it was overgrown with ferns, and he had to circle back a couple of times before he saw it. He drove about a half-mile into the woods until the thick growth made it impossible to go any farther.
"Here we are, just the two of us," he smiled, turning to her with a lewd suggestive grin on his face.
She sat on the edge of the car seat, her full firm thighs quivering beneath her revealing micro-skirt. Considering his willingness to use force, Liz didn't see much she could do to avoid Kevin's strange friend. Perhaps, she thought, if she could just persuade him.
"Now, you going to give me some of that young pussy or do we have to use strong-arm tactics?" His small beady eyes roamed lecherously up and down her long slender legs.
In a flash, the last two days spun before Elizabeth's eyes it seemed impossible to the trapped widow that one moment of weakness last night on the beach had come to this. She felt the man's hand touch the top of her knees and she shuddered as it moved across the hem of her skirt and then slid up between her tightly clenched legs. "This is ... rape," her mouth went dry with fear, "I hope you're aware of that."
"And, how're you going to prove it?" he spat at her. "I know your type ... you'd do anything to avoid the scandal.
Her hands clutched at his fingers, trying to pry them loose from the grasp he now had on the vulnerable softness of her quaking inner thighs. "Oh no, stop, please stop!" Liz moaned, but he ignored her pleas, continuing his obscene exploration until his outstretched middle finger was pressing her white nylon panties up into the cum-smeared warmth of her fearfully trembling pussy-furrow.
"This isn't going to be so hard," he whispered lewdly, rubbing all the while against her moistly cringing cunt through the thin protection of her bikini panties. "To tell you the truth," he kept on touching her there as he talked, "I think you're gonna enjoy it."
"Aaaarrgh!" Elizabeth cried out, pulling against the door when she felt Lyons' fingers pinching cruelly into the soft naked smoothness just below the tight elastic leg band of her brief panties. He squeezed again, sending a razor-sharp slice of pain through her skin that compelled her to open her legs so that he would loosen his grip.
"More!" Lyons shouted. "Wider!"
She lurched against the seat, then scrambled into the back of the station wagon, like a cornered feline animal frightened into any means of escape. The wiry gray-haired man leaped over the seat behind her, seizing her with one hand and adjusting the rear seats with the other so that they slipped down beneath the two of them, flattening out to form a soft cushiony surface as large as a double bed.
"Just perfect. A love-couch in the wild," he remarked sarcastically.
Sunlight falling through the trees fdtered through the car windows making little circles of light on Liz's lush young body. Lyons looked at her lying on the flattened car cushions, taking in with one glance the curving mounds of her tautly heaving breasts and her exposed thighs' tanned smoothness. Now he shifted his weight downward, planting his hand that had been clenching her arm over the smooth white nylon covering her defenselessly cringing pussy.
The helpless young widow jerked up from the impact of his touch, but his hand now circling her neck in an iron grip hurt her terribly. "Oooooh, let me go. Can't you see I don't want this! You don't mean a damn thing to me."
"It means the whole damn world to me, Lizzie," he smiled lewdly. "I've been a distant admirer of yours for years. Now I got the chance of a lifetime, and I sure as hell won't let it slip by!"
Struck by the helplessness of her situation, the pinioned widow fell back, jerking slightly once more when she felt his obscenely prodding fingers squeeze at the sensitive flesh of her firm full buttocks. Without warning, he grinned in triumph and yanked at her flimsy bikini panties so that the tight elastic waistband snapped and the panties were pulled off her in one vicious tug and left dangling at her ankles.
"Oh God, no," she gaped down in horror at her own defenseless nakedness, trying to cover her softly curling blonde pussy hair with her hands. But it was useless. She felt her panties fall from her feet to the floor below the cushions, and she reached over trying to retrieve them, but Lyons used her movement to slide his other hand under her nakedly rounded buttocks and begin squeezing the full fleshy moons together.
"Tell me, Liz," he gloated, "what did Kevin do to you this afternoon? Did he eat you down there ... or did you do a little cock-sucking?"
Liz would not, could not answer. Instead, she rolled her head away so that she wouldn't have to look at his snickering face and whimpered in resignation, knowing that he had her completely. As awful as it seemed, there was nothing she could do but submit to this brutish stranger, and something inside her told her that she might not be able to resist becoming excited ... For God's sakes, she thought, she'd already been aroused to the point of orgasm three times in the past two days, and holding out much longer just didn't seem possible!
His hands coursed up her widespread thighs and rested just below her fearfully quivering cunt for an instant before he began stroking the moist trembling vaginal flesh. The terror-stricken young blonde shuddered at his touch and tensed, but he continued circling his fingers over the pinkly glistening folds of her pussy. After a moment, he used his thumbs and extended middle finger to spread her hotly pulsating cunt lips and expose the turgid little bud of her clitoris, awakening the tiny pleasure center to immediate thrusting erection.
Liz forced herself to remain motionless and silent, knowing she had to accept his perverse ministrations. If she wanted to get it over with as soon as possible, it would be foolish for her to struggle any more. Yet, he seemed to enjoy prolonging the painful process as long as he could!
"Look," he rasped hoarsely, "You don't have anything to gain by not cooperating. I'm not really so bad as you might think!"
His fingers continued their maddening assault, probing her warmly opening cuntal flanges while he slid his other hand down between her soft resilient ass-cheeks to nudge her puckering little anus. She tried to stifle a throaty mewl as her tingling pussy-mound involuntarily rose up toward his lasciviously caressing fingers, tried to stifle the lewd sensations that spread out from her moist trembling vaginal area ... but she couldn't!
Already her body was betraying her in a way that it never had with Bob during their six months of marriage or with Kevin and the other man this afternoon! "No ... pleeease, just leave me alone!" she cried out in her humiliated desperation.
"Yessss, yesss, Lizzie," he moved closer on the flattened car seats, straddling her legs as his hands worked over the warm pink wetness of her slowly undulating pussy: "Now reach in and take out my cock!"
A low shudder of unexpected masochistic excitement passed through the hitherto prudish widow's struggling belly at his demand. Oh God!
What was happening to her?
She used all of her will power to fight the unwanted and unexpected sensuality, yet the walls of her resistance seemed to crumble as he coursed his hands over her warmly throbbing cuntal flesh. She could feel soft ripples of ecstatic pleasure spreading throughout her body, a pleasure so beguiling that she relaxed the straining of her wide-split thighs, and like some mindless love-slave, rose toward the grinning businessman, stretched out one trembling hand and obediently began stroking the thick swelling bulge beneath his pants.
"Dammmmnnn!" he groaned as he pivoted his hardness closer to her fingers so that they could pull timidly at his belt as he had instructed. The older man scooted forward toward the lovely blonde girl, his stomach pressing against her taut smooth belly so that the zipper of his slacks was within her easy grasp. She gripped the metal clasp of his pants and then closing her eyes slid it slowly down. His underpants sprang out instantly, bulging with the obscene thrust of his achingly throbbing cock.
Despite her overwhelming sense of humiliation, Elizabeth Calloway moved her hands inside the sinewy man's white jockey shorts until her fingers encountered his heatedly pulsating penis which seemed to leap up into the glove-fitting warmth of her hand. She squeezed tentatively at first while she used her other hand to pull at the waistband of his underwear, tugging the shorts and slacks down until they were clinging at his knees. The entire swelling length of his thick, blue-veined penis stood out only a few inches from her eyes, the cock-head jerking menacingly, its skin stretched so tight it seemed to shine.
"Get naked," Jimmy hissed, his eyes focused on her fingers that clasped excitingly around his hard throbbing member.
Without waiting for her to respond and with his cock still thrust into the cup of her hand, he pulled off her sweater, then tugged her skirt completely down. Unclasping her skimpy white brassiere, he exposed the lush, pink-tipped mounds of her proud young breasts to his leering gaze. "Damn," he muttered as he let the brassiere fall carelessly to the floor of the station wagon, still fastening his gaze on her stiff, goose-bumped little nipples.
Lyons, after taking off his shirt and kicking his pants to the side, began a slow grinding motion with his pelvis against the younger woman's defenselessly upturned loins, rubbing his lust-swollen cock-tip against the warm moistened lips of her automatically responding cunt. The turgidly throbbing head traced a tantalizing path of sensation up and down her wet, hair-lined pussy-slit, probing at it until the moist layers of velvety cuntal flesh parted and the long sensitive under-ridge of his fleshy rod fit snugly within the receptively heated furrow.
"Damn, you sure feel good." He ground his stiffly excited member slowly and steadily against her, sliding his rock-hard penis up and down her seething vaginal crevice, provoking a warm glowing sensation that tingled salaciously from the tip of her quivering little clitoris down through her swollen cuntal lips and up into her dilating inner passage.
As the strangely inciting pleasure continued to mount from Kevin's friend's erotic probing at her heatedly moist vaginal slit, Liz began to rationalize away the need to struggle against him. Yessss, she thought dimly, it felt too good, too delicious to even think of resisting...
The abandoned widow could feel the ecstatic sensations destroying the fortress-like structure of her prudishness, thrusting her into a deep dark sensuality that now embraced every quivering inch of her nakedly undulating young body. NO ... she didn't understand right now why it should happen to her perhaps a combination of those long frustrated years of waiting and the debasing experience of being used insensitively by the other two men but she was too grateful to resist!
Still, the shamelessly aroused young woman fought feebly against the torment of his blood-engorged cock rubbing against her fiery hot cunt, fought against surrender to its titillating electric hardness. But she knew that he was only moments away from total victory only moments away from thrusting his thick burgeoning shaft of steel-like male flesh up into her belly.
"Nooo, for God's sakes ... pleeeease," she groaned distractedly beneath the desire-altered face that pressed against her tear-stained cheeks. Near total despair now, she suddenly realized that her hips were betraying her real desire, moving in eager little circles, rotating whorishly around his pussy-ensconced cock that rubbed so deliciously against her voraciously aroused cunt. Slowly, of their own volition, her knees raised until they were locked in place on either side of his clenching naked buttocks, the hair on his legs teasing against the tender backs of her thighs, expanding the lewd sensations in her erotically responding pussy down the tingling nerve endings of her legs.
Groaning at her own defeat, the defeated young widow hooked her heels behind the man's knees, and with a low bestial sound of primitive hunger, her arms snaked around his neck and pulled his lips wetly down against her. "Mmmmmm," she mewled into his passion-contorted face. Delighted by her surrender, Jimmy jammed his tongue up into her mouth and she sucked greedily on it, soft erupting sounds of contentment escaping through the warmly sucking juncture of their lips.
Liz gyrated her hungry young cunt in a few impatient grinding thrusts up against his lengthening hardness, trying to draw it up into her wildly quivering vagina at once. "Ooooh," she mewled below him, sucking again on his lips as his tongue took complete mastery of her mouth.
Suddenly, Lyons was looking down at her firmly swelling breasts swaying out gently toward her ribs and bobbing lustfully with each gasp that came from her mewling throat.
"Okay, sister," he said, "you ready for it?"
"Oh ... yeessssss, do it, do it to meeeee!" she whispered, totally out of control now. He reached down between their sweat-streaked bodies to grasp his wetly slippery penis, positioning it right above the seething little opening to her heated cuntal flesh.
"What you want me to do? Go on, say it, Lizzie!"
"I want ... God ... PLEASE FUCK MEEEE!" The town beauty was more than ready and there was no need to wait an instant longer.
As though he were moving a guided missile into firing position, he placed the rubbery bloated head of his pulsing male hardness right up against the hotly searing entrance to her wet vaginal depths. Pausing for a moment, he nuzzled his throbbing cock-tip around in an impatient semi-circle until the tight elastic cuntal mouth suddenly gave way! With one smooth movement of his hips, he thrust forward and his long burgeoning member sluiced warmly up into her hungrily clenching pussy. Liz groaned, her lips contorting spasmodically and her tongue feverishly running over her open panting lips.
"Ooooh, yesss," she cried, her eyes rolling in ecstasy as his sperm-bloated balls slapped flat against her salaciously upturned buttocks. Her jerking cunt opened wetly for him as the impact of his heedless thrust drove her fervently trembling young thighs even wider apart.
The length and thickness of Jimmy Lyons' cock was even greater than the helpless blonde had imagined when she had first pulled his distended member from his fly. It seemed now to fill her completely, brimming out at its base from her spasmodically clinging vaginal lips and forcing her tightly fitting passage wider than she had ever thought possible.
Flat on her back in the rear of the car, she gurgled up at her conqueror, suddenly wanting to be fucked to the point of being hurt she wanted to feel every ounce of her own whorishness thrown back into her face and greedy cunt she wanted to wallow in her abject shame and humiliation. She was a whore, and the strange wiry businessman who was fucking so wonderfully up into her tight little cunt had succeeded as no one else ever had in making her know it with an iron certainty.
With each wheezing grunt and smarting slam of his lean body on the smooth flat plane of her wantonly undulating belly, she came to realize her own slutishness and the abysmal depths of human degradation to which she had fallen. Yes, that was one part of herself that neither her husband nor Kevin and his friend this afternoon had been able to bring forth but now this lecherous older man had unleashed a lewd passion that she had never dreamed she possessed.
"Oh yes, fuck me, fucccckk, screwwww meee," she groaned depravedly, digging her talon-like fingers into the taut flesh of his smoothly fucking buttocks.
Lyons gloated lasciviously above, knowing that he had ignited her fire ... and that he was the only one who could put it out.
He pivoted up on his knees and elbows above her crazily thrashing body, permitting her intensely nibbling wet cunt to suck up and down the pulsating length of his immobile cock at will.
Yessss. Her voice was strained with erotic tension. "Oh . . .Jimmy, fuck me like that ... Oh, Jesus, yes, do it!"
The gray-haired man slipped his hands under her frantically churning ass-cheeks, grasping them painfully, one in each hand. The little bitch had got down to it quicker than he had expected, and he could only guess that Kevin had shown her a thing or two last night and this afternoon! But Lyons smiled openly at each low moan of passionate servile acceptance: He knew that the younger man couldn't have brought her to this level of lewdly wanton excitement that his begging victim had risen to now!
The shamelessly aroused young girl flexed and relaxed her taut naked buttocks beneath his fingers and jerked her ruthlessly impaled little pussy up harder on his lust-engorged penis.
As he squeezed and fondled her smooth cream-white ass-cheeks, letting the resilient flesh ooze like bread dough around his prodding hands, he slowly and methodically slid one hand toward the tight little aperture of her anus, resting his outstretched middle finger in the damp crevice just above the spasmodically puckered opening. He felt her gyrating buttocks tense up beneath his hands when his fingertip nudged at her forbidden anal ring and then felt her unexpectedly push back with her lasciviously churning ass-cheeks, impaling herself on his finger.
With a sudden thrusting stab, he pushed his middle finger up into her tight rectal opening, feeling the soft rubbery flesh yielding before his attack. "AAAAaaarrghhh," she moaned up at him, thrashing her convulsively pumping ass-cheeks around in his cupping hands until, with a groan, she stiffened ... waiting.
"Fuck, goddammit-to-hell!" Lyons pushed again, grunting in satisfaction as she came down hard with her swiveling ass-cheeks, assisting in the outrageous attack against her defenselessly impaled rectum. The thin man had lodged his finger all the way up to the second knuckle within Elizabeth's tight rubbery little nether hole!
Scarcely able to believe the lengths he was going to with this so-called "prudish" beauty, Lyons wormed his finger around in the warm buttery flesh, curling his fingertip so that he could feel the ridge of his own smoothly pistoning penis through the thin membrane that separated the two defiled passages. The young widow rotated her full firm buttocks masochistically back onto his finger while gasps of pain-pleasure bubbled from her lust-contorted lips as she jerked her hotly palpitating cunt up and down on his thick pummeling cock. The obscene coinciding rhythms of the dual invasion pinioned her tightly so that each thrust and withdrawal sent her naked torso into new spasms of heated lust-incited fury.
"Ooooooh God, so good, soo gooood," she groaned, as though in anguish, as her captor thrust another finger up into her seared back passage. Her fiery vaginal channel was hot and moistening rapidly in her depraved pleasure, while the rubbery depths of her rectum gripped lovingly at his two fingers that fucked in and out in lewd synchronized accompaniment.
Lyons pulled back his head so that he could watch the beautiful blonde woman's face. It was something he couldn't miss, the sudden and humiliating surrender of her whole lustful being to his command. And now she was writhing and twisting like a painted whore beneath him, unable to control at all her wild desire to be fucked by his hotly plunging cock and sodomized by his fingers ... yes; it was lewd, it was depraved, he thought, and he couldn't help feeling an exhilarating sense of power sweep over him. Her face was contorted almost beyond recognition, certainly with more passion than she'd ever shown to Kevin!
"Oooooh, oh, deeper, deeper, harder, fuck me, fuck me," she begged, gasping as though she were close to death.
Wet smacking sounds reverberated through the station wagon, echoing back into Liz's consciousness as though she were confronting the horrified vision of her second self. In a hazy part of her mind, she was aware of the complete depravity of what she was doing, but the knowledge aroused depths of lust and debauchery in her that she had never imagined herself capable of.
Her sensual young body was slick with perspiration and even the area above her nakedly straining breasts was wet. The smooth plane of her rippling belly and the sloping area above her greedily clenching pussy-mound were hot with the liquid passion that seemed to spill out in an unending flow from her dilating cunt. With each slap of his sperm-filled balls on the wet crevice between her salaciously rotating ass-cheeks, Elizabeth could feel more of her excited secretions pulsing out. In her mind she could visualize every lewd detail of his obscene pummeling of her naked body his two outstretched fingers fucking far up into her tightly stretched rectum merged with the smooth pistoning on his long hard cock until the two skewering shafts became one impaling sword upon which she writhed like a squealing stuck pig!
"Oh, do it, do it! Fuck, fuck, fuck," she chanted dementedly into his graying hair. She was nearing orgasm and swung her gripping thighs up around his back, waving her hollowing buttocks in uncontrolled abandon from side to side as she spiraled her suddenly convulsing cunt up and down on his ramming cock.
She gasped, then stiffened, her eyes growing wide in their sensual confrontation. Then she moaned like an untamed beast.
"I'm cuummmiinnng! I'm cummmiiiiinnnggg!" she burst out as she locked her ankles in a death grip high up behind the stranger's laboring back. Her nakedly thrashing body shook and arched high, and she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling his face close to her own. She felt the muscles of her wetly exploding cunt expand and contract in fury, the pulsating lips of her at-last-requited pussy grasping around his hard-driving cock. Her hot orgasmic fluid spewed down the wide-split crevice of her climactically squirming buttocks and flowed over his sperm-bloated balls as they slapped hard against his fingers thrust into her wildly quivering anus.
The complete abandonment of the girl's orgasm started a hot aching pressure in Jimmy's loins, and suddenly he felt a familiar tingling in his violently expanding balls. He gripped the thrashing young widow's convulsively straining buttocks and squeezed them with a cruel strength, drawing her up in mid-air and feeling her cringe as great gasps of passion began spewing from his own throat.
"Oh ... Christ, OH!" he snorted, his lips contorting and his face flushing over as his climax ripped through him. His strokes increased to their peak of fury, his pelvis smacking like a flat board against her fluttering pink pussy-lips as the rush of his geysering cum shot out from the spurting head of his finally draining cock, exploding deep up into the liquid depths of her vanquished cunt.
The two satiated strangers lay momentarily entwined in the back of the station wagon, and then Elizabeth pulled away as full consciousness returned to her. Swaying in the weariness of total orgasmic release, she reached across the lowered back seat and began gathering up her clothes.
"Not bad, not bad at all," Lyons propped himself up on one elbow to beam triumphantly at the Calloway woman.
She refused to look at the lewdly grinning businessman as she pulled her mini-skirt up her full firm thighs. Instinctively, she sensed she had given Jimmy Lyons more than he'd expected to receive from her, but, after last night with Kevin, and a continuation of that lovemaking this afternoon, which had failed to bring her to climax, her unbridled sexual performance didn't seem very odd to her at all.
Lyons drove her home in silence. It was funny how he'd now taken on an almost meek appearance, Elizabeth thought. She still felt a special kind of warmth in her ravished little belly, and, in spite of herself, she experienced a gentle feeling of affection for the older gray-haired man who had made love to her so well!
They continued down the highway, and, in a few minutes, Lyons was pulling up the Colonial Groves driveway.
"You were real nice, Liz," he said with an almost fatherly twinkle in his eye as he came around to her side of the station wagon and helped her out of the car.
The curvaceous young blonde smiled weakly at him and darted up the tree-lined walk to her apartment. Suddenly, she realized she'd left her panties and brassiere in the car, and she turned just as she was about to unlock the front door, but the long white station wagon had already disappeared out the driveway.
The young widow hurried into the apartment and, within a few moments, was standing in the shower, letting the warm water gush soothingly over her shamefully sated body.
CHAPTER NINE
The rain beat hard against the windshield that next Thursday evening as Elizabeth skidded down Highway 59 toward the Deightons' vacation farmhouse. The little Volkswagen was muggy and packed so tight she could hardly breathe. Karen Soames smoked a cigarette beside her in the front seat and Karen's German shepherd Blacky took up all the space in the small back seat. As best he could, he twisted around and around, trying to find a more comfortable position. Finally, he settled directly behind her, and Liz could feel the huge animal looming over, his hot breath grazing the back of her neck.
Jesus, this is miserable, she thought.
"When are we going to get there?" Karen asked, mirroring Liz's own thoughts exactly.
"Just a mile down this dirt road," Liz said as she skidded from the highway around the turn to the narrow road that led down past the Deighton's farmhouse.
"I know you're upset," Karen's voice came out in a high register, "but, Liz, really, you ought to drive more carefully."
"Sorry," Liz muttered.
When Karen opened the window to throw out her cigarette, letting in a gust of cold wet air, Liz breathed a sigh of relief. The air perked Liz up somewhat ... as much as anything could, considering the situation she'd got herself into! She'd already had four martinis back at her apartment, just so as to be able to confront it.
Two days ago, Liz had received a strange letter in the mail a note demanding that she appear at the Deightons to retrieve the white monogrammed panties and nylon brassiere she had lost in Jimmy Lyons' automobile. The short letter was signed by three men: Jimmy Lyons, Kevin Burroughs and their boss, Lee Deighton. In a state of terror, Liz had told Karen the whole awful story, and her friend had immediately agreed to accompany her.
Blackmail! that's what it was, the slightly tipsy young blonde dropped the car into second gear and rumbled to a stop in front of the barely illuminated farmhouse. Holding the car door back with her foot, she opened an umbrella while Karen struggled with Blacky on the other side. Apparently, the three paper company accountants had pooled their lewd information about the young widow and hit on the idea of using the discarded panties and brassiere to blackmail her into something!
Dashing around the hood of the car, Liz stood shivering in her short skirt and sweater and held up the umbrella while Karen stepped out on the other side. With the huge German shepherd trailing behind, the two young girls pushed through the whip-like wind and biting rain up toward the front porch of the house. Liz hesitated a moment, then rang the bell.
"Well, well, thought you'd never get here." The door was opened by Jimmy Lyons.
Apart from the screaming voice of a radio DJ, the small farmhouse seemed to be quiet.
Lyons stepped aside and waved them in. There was not the slightest trace of hesitation in the way he spoke and moved. "I see you've brought along a lovely friend." He immediately wrapped his arm around Karen Soames' back, pulling her tight against his thin body, his fingers coming to rest intimately at the side of her lushly up-thrust breast. "And a German shepherd ... Holy Christ. You know, I've heard some strange stories about women and dogs." He winked lewdly.
Elizabeth ignored him.
"I'm Karen Soames," the curvaceous brunette introduced herself, looking steadily at Lyons. "And this is my dog, Blacky."
"Karen, huh?" He gave her another tight squeeze. "You know, there's a Clayton Soames in management at the paper company. Happen to know of him?"
"That's my husband," Karen said sourly. "We don't go out much. He doesn't like to."
"Well, Karen, I'm glad to meet any friend of Liz's. I'm Jimmy Lyons."
Finally Lyons, with his arm still wrapped around Karen, proceeded into the living room. Elizabeth followed close behind, as though her brunette girl friend's nearness would somehow protect her from any physical threat. The end tables beside the couch, cluttered with half-emptied whiskey glasses, a few scattered beer cans and brimful ashtrays, were mute witnesses to a stag party that obviously had been going on for a long time. Kevin and Deighton were sitting at opposite ends of the long sofa, smoking cigarettes and drinking beer, their eyes shining excitedly as they watched Liz approach. The young blonde glanced frantically around the room. She'd heard Deighton was married, but there was no evidence of another woman in sight.
On trembling legs, the mini-skirted young widow headed for the nearest chair and sat down in it.
"I've been trying unsuccessfully to get in touch with you and Kevin and Mr. Lyons all week," Liz said sharply, without once looking at Kevin Burroughs.
"That's understandable," Deighton's glance flickered approvingly up and down her long shapely legs. "We all took a vacation up to the White Mountains for two days. Just got back. My wife and Jimmy are still up there."
Liz gulped at this last piece of information, realizing she'd misjudged things terribly by assuming the man's wife would be around. Yes ... that would have made her feel more assured ... safer. Now, except for Karen's presence, she was alone with the three men. "In any case," she went on, with only a small trace of fear in her voice, "I'm not here for anything but my panties and brassiere!"
Her face crimsoned never in her life had she imagined herself in such a position. She was begging for her undergarments, and, in so doing, was making a fool of herself. Now, lightning was flickering outside the curtained windows as rain fell in long relentless streaks across the lawn. Lee's expression seemed frozen into a permanent lewd smile. For God's sakes, that smile! Elizabeth thought there was something uncanny ... devilish about it!
Deighton. laughed. "What are you afraid of, Liz? You don't look too good ... maybe you oughta have a drink."
"My panties ... the brassiere," she said.
"I wager you're afraid just what we might have done with them if you hadn't shown up," his voice rose above the storm.
Liz flinched. Of course she was afraid ... she was dealing with a group of raving maniacs!
Finally she looked at Kevin Burroughs. He stared unemotionally back at her, not the slightest trace of human warmth or sympathy on his face. He'd probably heard the worst from Jimmy Lyons, she thought as she blushed all over again.
When Deighton didn't speak and it didn't seem like he was every going to, she finally asked weakly, "What are you going to do with my ... m-my things?"
"Let's put it this way," the lanky, dark-haired man's eyes raced avidly over her ripe young body. "Maybe we can come to some kind of agreement. You let us in on some of the goodies you been passing around during the past week and our lips are sealed. But, if you don't play ball with us, your life is an open book to all of Pepperston."
"You ... each of you forced yourself on me. Why, you'd ruin your own reputations in the process! Your jobs, your wives..." she tried to do a little threatening herself.
"And who are they going to believe? The three of us, or you? As far as we're concerned, you seduced us," he gloated obscenely at her. "Besides, it's different for a woman."
The vulnerable blonde widow felt the blood draining from her head. He was right! It was her word against the three of them. She was hopelessly outnumbered. In staid, provincial Pepperston, such goings-on as she'd been through lately might be overlooked in a man, but never in a woman.
A strong wind-gust tossed the tops of shrubbery on the front lawn from side to side as she looked from the window to Lee and then to Kevin. They were both openly undressing her with their drunken burning eyes.
"You can do what you want with my panties and brassiere," the humiliated young widow jerked up from the chair. "Tell everybody anything you like. It doesn't mean a damn thing to me! I'm leaving now with my friend Karen ... Karen?" Her eyes . raced frantically around the room, but there was no trace of either Karen Soames or Jimmy Lyons.
She moved out into the front hall. "Karen? Blacky?"
The gathering force of the storm answered like a stranger knocking hollowly on the front door, then the huge German shepherd appeared at at the landing of the staircase leading up to the second floor.
"Blacky, where's Karen? Come on, pooch," the fear had made her dizzy. "Where's Karen gone to? Karen!" she repeated pleadingly, helpless tears beginning to well in her eyes.
Blacky looked at her with sorrowful brown eyes and turned his thick furry neck in the direction of the second floor. Then his long sinewy body shifted and he disappeared back up the stairs. Expecting the worst, Liz followed the unhappy-looking pet, knowing there was nothing else she could do.
The stairway was obscurely lit, due to the unnatural darkness of the early evening storm, and she had trouble seeing her way up to the landing. The young woman's mind raced over the confrontation with Deighton, her fleeting thoughts finally leading her to speculate on Karen's sudden disappearance. She must be with Jimmy, Liz thought, as she looked down the second floor hallway. She heard no struggling sounds, but then, why should she? Yet she could hardly leave her friend alone with the middle-aged executive without at least making an attempt to find out if there was anything wrong.
Damn Karen! Damn all these selfish people whose lives seemed so petty ... so sordid! she thought to herself, as she steeled up the courage to fetch her girl friend. Behind her, she heard Lee Deighton and Kevin Burroughs coming up the stairs, their lewd low chuckles sending tremors of increasing fear and trepidation soaring through her entire fearful body.
Liz stepped past the empty bedroom where she'd been with Kevin only last Monday to the larger master bedroom. Then she was peering through the wide-open doorway at a wild scene that confirmed her worst expectations.
The gauzy curtains billowed out from a draft coming from the top of the windows, making the obscene sight of the two nakedly entwined bodies even more ghostly and unreal. But what she saw was no hallucination Lyons had raised himself up over her alluring girl friend to kneel in front of the brunette's face with his knees straddling her nakedly quivering body on either side. His swollen rigid penis stood out in the air like a massively throbbing flesh-pole, his hand around it and rubbing the glistening cock-head softly against Karen's wetly parting lips. Liz saw the girl's head come eagerly forward as the man thrust his hips at her face, sliding the bulbous rubbery head deep within the confines of her anxiously receiving mouth. He tangled his fingers cruelly in Karen's long black hair as she began a gentle sucking motion on his obscenely embedded member.
Elizabeth could see the tiny ridges of soft pink flesh pulling from the young housewife's lips as he drew back and then shoved forward once again, sliding his rock-hard weapon far up into her greedily sucking mouth. She watched transfixed as he began a rhythmic sawing back and forth, never withdrawing his growing penis all the way, but leaving its huge bulbous tip just inside the warm moistness of her hotly clasping mouth. Then the abandoned brunette housewife was reaching up to cradle the softness of his lewdly dangling testicles in her palms, stroking them gently as she sucked voraciously at his hard ramming cock. In the soft bedroom lamplight, it looked to Elizabeth like a shining piston of white shimmery flesh, moving methodically in and out between her friend's nibbling lips to the tune of little mewls and groans of shameless pleasure erupting from Karen's mouth around the man's frenziedly thrusting penis.
Abruptly, an electric-like jolt shot through Elizabeth, and she nearly cried out in shock as she felt a pair of large masculine hands slipping around her from behind and curling over her firmly jutting breasts.
Her head jerked back in astonishment it was Deighton!
"Let's move her over to the other side of the bed ... there's plenty of room." His hot breath grazed past her ear as he spoke to Kevin Burroughs.
"Noooooo. Leave me..." Liz's protests were choked back as the two men forced her across the bedroom.
"Let go," she managed to cry out as she was tossed heedlessly down onto the mattress on her back.
"Don't fret," Deighton's voice was low and threatening. "It'll only make it harder for all of us."
She kicked out her slender legs, bumping her calves against Karen's legs beside her, but the aroused brunette was in her own dream world now, and nothing could bother her. Immediately, Deighton reached behind to the back of her waist and opened the short mini-skirt bunched beneath her on the mattress. A thunder clap outside rolled across the darkening distances of evening, but the roar of the electrical storm didn't blot out the sounds of Kevin and Lee's heavy breathing.
Deighton gripped his fingers under the tight elastic waistband of Elizabeth's small white panties. Again she tried to protest, but, this time, no words came, as, with one fell swoop, he pulled both skirt and panties down over her firm full thighs to reveal the naked softness of her golden, curl-fringed vagina.
"Pull her sweater on up over her head," he muttered.
From above, Kevin grunted as he jerked at her tight sweater, and she shivered as his fingers worked clumsily at the clasp of her lacy white brassiere. "No ... don't," she protested, but, suddenly, without warning, it snapped apart, and her cream-white young breasts, full and resilient, leaped free into the sex-charged air of the bedroom. Her nipples sprang into defensive hardness, their tiny bud-like tips throbbing erectly from their abrupt exposure. Her awareness that Kevin and Lee were gaping excitedly down at her nakedly vulnerable young body sent another involuntary shudder of fear through Elizabeth's panic-stricken brain.
Leaving her barely for a minute, both men undressed completely, dropping their clothing in disordered heaps on the bare oak floor.
Their blonde-haired victim stared dismally up at Kevin Burroughs. Her former boy friend's face was twisted lewdly in his perverse eagerness to join in this obscene pillaging of her helplessly exposed body. "Kevin, why ... why?" she sobbed up at him.
He looked down at Elizabeth, but didn't seem to see her, his pale blue eyes registering only an animal lust that was made all the more obscene by the eerie lamp glow shining in his face. She heard Karen moan beside her, but didn't remove her eyes from Kevin to see what her girl friend was doing. Now, more than anything else, she wanted to get even with the blonde-haired young bachelor, and, at this point, there was only one way to do it!
"Okay," the naked young blonde lifted up on one elbow and cooed softly. She looked beside her, glimpsing the brunette's mouth ovaling lewdly around Jimmy's rock-hard penis before she glanced back at Kevin. "I'm willing to go along with you boys ... as long as I get to suck Lee's cock like Karen is doing to Jimmy!"
Deighton, just stepping out of his pants, looked up with a start, his face breaking out in a lecherous Cheshire-grin. "Glad to oblige, honey." At once he fell greedily over her naked outstretched form to the inside of the huge king-size bed, leaving room for the younger man on the outside.
"You can fuck her while she sucks me off," he said to Burroughs, "Goddamn! How does that grab you?"
"Well, okay," Kevin agreed, not quite sure of himself.
He looked uneasily at Liz and wondered for a moment if he hadn't misjudged her. The beautiful young blonde had only done that once before with him and then it had been more an act of tenderness and love. Yet, he couldn't say he blamed her. This was the final rupture of their relationship, her way of saying, I'm ready for all comers, and you might as well go fuck yourself! He might have left if he wasn't so frigging excited ... There were four naked bodies on the bed, and Liz was placed directly between Burroughs' and Deighton's bodies as the younger blonde man sank down on the outside of the mattress.
"Come on now," she said to all of them. "I've made my decision ... and I have a feeling I'm going to enjoy this."
She whimpered in unconcealed delight as four lust-inspired hands began to course uninhibitedly over her rapidly responding flesh. Two men at one time there was no denying this was the ultimate in pleasure any woman could experience. Besides, there was no way to stop them even if she wanted to!
Still the voluptuous blonde girl lay quietly between them, her arms loose at her sides, trembling from the wicked sensations running through her nakedly unprotected body. Kevin's thick, blood-engorged cock rubbed warmly against the outside of her thigh, trailing lewd drops of premature cum in his excitement and increasing a thousandfold her sudden feeling of deliciously heightening wantonness.
Then Lee Deighton's mouth clamped down hard on her lips, his tongue splurging wetly into her mouth, and Elizabeth began swaying with the hard pressure of the older man and the young bachelor rocking forcefully against her. "Mmmmmmm," she crooned, hearing Karen's voice from farther up the bed echoing deliriously with her own as her girl friend tenderly sucked Jimmy Lyons' penis.
"Yessssss," Liz cried out, "I am going to enjoy this."
Look at that, why don't you, Kevin," Deighton grunted across to his younger employee. "She came across like a champ! I'll go on and put my prick in her mouth. Then when I get started, you can begin screwing her!"
The young widow's attention got caught up by Deighton's changing position beside her. She wet her lips as her ex-boy friend's boss sank down on the edge of the large fluffy pillow and rolled over on one hip so that his loins hovered menacingly over her upturned face. He reached toward her immediately and clamped his two hands firmly on the sides of her head, his fingers twisting in her long blonde hair at the same time. She sensed his overwhelming lust and it made her rock her sensuously undulating hips that much harder on the big mattress.
He pulled her face downward until her lips brushed over the blunt bulbous head of his rigidly dilated cock standing out in full blood-hardened erection between his legs. It felt smooth and hot and was already slippery from the excited secretions of his lewdly agitated loins. His hands pressed against her cheeks, pulling her lips apart to allow his thickly burgeoning cock to sink inward.
"Mmmmmm," she mewled, as she immediately began working her lips in a tightly gripping circle just under his lust-swollen cock. She shuddered deep down inside, as his rampantly excited member plunged steadily up toward her throat, tasting deliciously tangy and pungent, just like Kevin's had when she'd sucked him before.
To the younger man's lust-glazed eyes, his boss's thickly pummeling cock seemed to disappear into a strange lengthened fusion of his ex-girl friend's face, as the older male drove his hollowing buttocks forward like an excitement-demented pile-driver. The impaling penis sank far into the back of her wetly sucking mouth until the coarse dark hair of Deighton's loins brushed the tip of her nose while his balls danced beneath, slapping lewdly against the naked young blonde's chin in unison with his hard upward thrusts.
Jesus, it made him mad ... but, at the same time, he was so goddamn excited!
At once, the younger executive drew up eagerly over the widow's helpless body, positioning himself between her obscenely parting legs and shoving them even farther apart in the process. In the next second, he had his pulsatingly impatient penis in his hand, and, skinning back the foreskin, he guided it directly into the clasping opening of her moistly welcoming cunt.
"Oooooooooooh, so-o gooooooooood!" Elizabeth moaned around Deighton's cock in her mouth.
"Uuuuuuuuuuh," she gave a surprised gurgle of masochistic delight as the aroused bachelor rammed forward with one mighty thrust that buried his blood-swollen hardness deep up inside her belly. She could feel the hotness of its relentlessly impaling length slithering up inside her tight vaginal walls to fill her loins completely with a sense of total pruriently arousing lewdness.
Immediately the two big men began fucking into her, thrusting up into her mouth and cunt with long hard lunges that sent obscene chills racing over her nakedly pinioned flesh. An unexpected piercing stab of Kevin's mushroom-headed hardness expanded the tight, elastic-like mouth of her moistly ready pussy with a furious thrust that whipped her breath away, while at the same time Deighton lunged his hips upward, grasping her cheeks and forcing her face farther down onto his heavily impaling cock with sadistic delight.
Oh God, this was so obscene, so wicked! Never in the world had she imagined herself satisfying two men at the same time! She heard her girl friend mewling wantonly on the other side of the bed and Liz felt like she was going out of her mind! She might have cried out from the forceful pain-pleasure, but the already excited girl was too intensely aroused by a sudden hot licking at her pumping uplifted buttocks.
Turning her head, she saw Karen's German shepherd Blacky!
"What was that?" Kevin choked, feeling a strange wet grazing over what was exposed of his sensitively aching cock.
"Jesus Christ!" Deighton's eyes widened as he peered down alongside the bed. He could hardly hold back the roaring sensations of lust that suddenly sky-rocketed through his frenetically heated loins.
He visualized it all in his mind in about two split seconds! "Holy Jesus! It's that German shepherd ... apparently, he wants in on the action. Roll her and yourself over, Kevin, so that he can get at her ass! Go on, do it!" he commanded excitedly. Suddenly he reached down himself, spilling both Liz and Kevin over into reverse position with the force of his manipulating hands as he urged, "Come on, Blacky, old boy. Crawl up beside her ass. We'll all triple-fuck her together!"
At first Liz's brow merely wrinkled in wonder, then when she felt Blacky's strong forepaws on her hips and the soft fur of his belly against her nakedly proffered ass-cheeks, she knew that he was mounting her! She could only imagine what happened next with the beautiful animal ... his massive scarlet cock slipping from its furry sheath, dangling and dancing somewhere close to her already skewered vagina! But she was filled there ... there wasn't any place ... except. . . !
"No, NO! What are you guys going to let him do to me?" she sputtered around Lee's cock, once again tightly embedded in her mouth. At the same time, Kevin caught at the swaying fullness of her swollen breasts and drew her frantically struggling body more forcefully against him.
Then Lee Deighton was exclaiming in a lurid voice from above. "Keep your ass in front of the dog, girl! We're going to have a real party. If you don't mind sucking and fucking two guys at the same time, a little ass-fuck shouldn't bother you, baby!"
It was seconds before his shocking words registered, and Elizabeth made a furiously resentful struggle to pull away from the two men, but got no place. Their powerfully clenching arms were too much. She just managed to remove her mouth from Deighton's eagerly lust-swollen penis.
"Kevin ... Kevin, my God! No, please ... he has a huge penis. It'll tear me apart back there...! "
Deighton gripped her cheeks, forced her sputtering mouth back down on his orgiastically tingling rod of flesh.
"Baby, how do you know he has a huge penis?" Deighton gave a malicious chuckle. "Anyway, this may be the highlight of your sex life. But I assure you, he won't tear that tight little ass-hole anymore than Kevin's cock is splitting your tight little cunt! It's all in your mind! Besides, looking at this animal-guy, I don't believe anyone could change his mind. So, why don't you just get with it ... and think what a wild cum you're going to have with all three of us fucking you at the same time."
"Let's move up so we can watch," Jimmy Lyons' voice came from the other side of the bed.
Liz heard a rustling and then there was a sag of the bed as her girl friend and the gray-haired executive rearranged themselves for a better view of her obscene degradation. Lyons sat up against the headboard while Karen kneeled over him.
"Go on, do it, Liz!" her girl friend encouraged, just before her mouth splurged voraciously back down over Lyons' rigidly up-thrusting penis.
Kevin Burroughs had raised himself up on an elbow and gaped breathlessly over Liz's trembling shoulder at the dog's red glistening penis emerging from its long sheath. It was wet and thick, the long tapered end dangling and swaying as it slipped from its protective sleeve in an expanding length of lust-moistened hardness.
God, it was as large as a human male's! His brain tried to take it all in, but couldn't believe things had got this wild.
"Oh, Kevin ... Lee . . .Blacky!" Elizabeth sputtered out at last, the very degradation of her position sending responsive chords of titillating pleasure soaring through her slavishly crouching body. She felt the animal's searing hardness trailing through the narrow crevice of her fearfully cringing buttocks as her boy friend's boss, Lee, thrust chokingly into her mouth from ahead of her. "Please ... don't hurt me ... don't ... don't," she struggled to make her protests intelligible despite the heedlessly stroking penis buried deep up in her mouth.
"Who's hurting you, Doll?" Lee whispered lustfully, increasing the speed of his hardness thrusting up into her subserviently sucking mouth, almost choking her with its sensual pleasure. "Just hold tight ... right there ... he'll find it ... or my name ain't...."
And Blacky did!
The dog's slender swollen cock pulsed between Elizabeth's tightly clenched ass-cheeks, seeming to the helpless girl to get even bigger as it pressed its way toward the warmly throbbing entrance of her vulnerable anus. Elizabeth squirmed her up-thrust buttocks wildly in an effort to escape, but it was useless. Instinctively, as the tiny pink hole nibbled at his blood-engorged penis, the dog did nothing less than what nature demanded of him. The powerful German shepherd began to force his long heated thickness up into the blonde girl's tantalizingly exposed anal mouth. Slowly, despite the frantic bobbing of her pinned buttocks, he forced himself relentlessly up inside, flexing the strong muscles of his flanks to do it well, to bury it deep up in her fearfully tightening rectum. His sperm-bloated balls brushed, then slapped hard up into the wide-split crevice between her wavering buttocks as he immediately established a rapid-fire pace.
"Aaaaaaaaaagh ... Noooooooooooo!" Elizabeth gasped out at the cruel penetration of his massively hardened penis into her taut untried anal aperture.
The triply violated widow tried to understand why this was happening to her, but there was no time for even a moment's reflection as Blacky's searing canine cock fucked deep up into the far recesses of her shamelessly accepting rectum while she gasped and cringed beneath him, waves of shame and humiliation flooding over her entire helplessly skewered body.
Lurching convulsively, she tried to shake the piercing lance of hardened dog-cock from her obscenely expanded nether hole, but Kevin's hands gripping at her waist, along with the dog's own clutching forepaws, made that impossible!
Again, Blacky's penis wormed in deeper, until at last it dawned on Elizabeth that there was nothing to do but endure it ... all of them, the two men and the dog, fucking into her every fuckable orifice at the same time!
Again the huge animal thrust deeper into her submissively upturned rectum, and the frenetic young woman could do no more than squirm helplessly beneath her uninvited animal lover. She groaned as the wet, hotly stiffened penis slithered in and out of her clasping anus with moistly lengthening strokes, fucking its way to the very hilt in her wide-stretched rectum. And then the pain began to lessen to a hurtful blend of weird masochistic stimulation as she felt the cone-shaped hardness pistoning into her greedily receiving rectal depths, pushing her legs toward the bed as his hairy body pressed against her naked back. It was uncanny ... strange ... perhaps it was Kevin's cock now thrusting simultaneously up into the welcoming cavern of her hotly raging belly that made it all bearable, but yes! ... it was good! ... ecstatically good!
Furiously, Blacky's hairy animal belly and loins began to batter and thud downward against her wide-parted ass-cheeks, his huge, pleasure-bringing cock sinking its full hardened length into the warm inferno of her obscenely clasping rectum. The young blonde widow rotated her hungrily working hips and buttocks up at him, grinding her rubbery anus around his fierce unrelenting penile pole while a new blissful sensation surged through her titillated young belly.
Kevin Burroughs watched as his girl friend responded lustfully to this incredibly obscene triple impalement, her quivering buttocks moving back on the animal's plunging cock in frantic encouraging undulation. The young executive's shock was increased by the lust-inciting knowledge that the formerly prim widow was excitedly accepting what was being done to her.
Other eyes watched with equal fascination. Burroughs was vaguely aware of Deighton, kneeling at the top of the bed with his penis embedded in Liz's mouth, gazing down with depraved delight as the animal's cum-filled balls smacked down solidly against the young blonde's blissfully rotating buttocks. And there were Jimmy Lyons and Karen Soames, having completed their own lewd oral coupling, now gaping over from the head of the bed. Their gasps and grunts of unconcealed erotic excitement completed the circle, making them all eager witnesses to the primitive carnal spectacle.
"Fuck her ... fuck her, Blacky!" Deighton gasped, pulling her face down hard so he could bury his aching bloated hardness even deeper into her hotly sucking mouth.
"Jesus, Jesus," from a wild-eyed Lyons.
"Do it, Liz, do it!" Karen groaned in vicarious arousal.
While Blacky fucked up into her never-before-penetrated rectum, Elizabeth entwined her legs tightly against Kevin's hips as her arms passionately clasped around his neck. She pressed her full heaving breasts against his chest while he fucked into her receptively clutching vagina from beneath, at the same time rotating her eagerly clasping cuntal hole around his aching, throbbing penis. Her dilating vaginal walls clung greedily to his pounding maleness, urging him incessantly toward that point of wild orgasmic release.
Her own glazed blue eyes grew large, unseeing as the lust-blinded young widow drew her lips tight around Deighton's hard thick cock thrusting up into her hot oral shelter, brushing against her dutifully laving tongue as it went almost to her very throat. She sucked even harder on his surging member, blissfully aware that she was being fucked in the mouth by his cock as well as skewered to the depths of her wantonly grinding belly by Kevin's pulsating penis in her hot wet vagina and Blacky's long canine rod in her tight ovaled rectum! She was filled to overflowing in every clasping opening by presences that throbbed and pushed her to the precipice of fiery impending orgasm.
She started to wail out, but her cry was strangled back by the huge burgeoning penis in her mouth. Then the first spasms struck her and she shuddered, thrusting her wildly convulsing young loins back hard onto Blacky's consummating dog-cock in a lust-racked, desperate lunge. The German shepherd responded with a harsh forward stab, his slippery expanding cock jerking fitfully inside her. The climaxing blonde felt his back tense and writhe for a moment, then he rutted deep, his flat hairy belly wriggling against her nakedly sacrificed ass-cheeks.
And then it came!
The scalding animal cum geysered deep up into her soft constricting belly with long liquid spurts, flooding her obscenely initiated rectum and caressing its clinging depths almost to the bursting point.
"Uh hh hhhhhhhh! UUUUUUUUUUUUH!" the deep groans from her chest harmonized with the dog's guttural yips that accompanied his cock's soaring, erupting release.
She rocked her full circling hips from side to side in erotic bliss, suddenly feeling the lewd combination of their human-animal cum trickling warmly out from her tight-clasping anus, dribbling down the inside of her open thighs as her heatedly defiled rectum milked her animal-lover's deflating cock of its last sperm-droplets.
Kevin felt the slippery wetness, too, and he gasped, swearing obscenely as she plunged her orgiastically flaming cunt down onto his jerking hardness, her labored breaths heaving fitfully through her chest. She held his cock completely absorbed inside her clutching cunt-channel, undulating her naked hips in furious little circles while his rapidly pumping member began spitting out its own thick jets of fiery semen far up into the hidden recesses of her greedy absorbing vagina!
And still it wasn't over!
From above, Elizabeth sensed the older boss' oncoming climax and began to suck with increased fervor on his mouth-filling thickness as it abruptly swelled and pulsated in the wet fervent cavern of her throat. She clutched at his ass-cheeks, forcing his spewing cock deep into her throat, feeling it spurting in unending streams of thick creamy liquid, flooding her mouth so that she was unable to swallow its fertile heat all away. Her cheeks bloated and contracted automatically as she continued to swallow in thick gulps to keep from choking on the incessant gushes jetting from his convulsively thrusting loins.
And then ... the two businessmen, their orgasmic cum lewdly stowed in her nakedly voluptuous young body ... were drawing away. Karen Soames and Jimmy Lyons laughed lewdly in the background while at the same time, the triply used blonde could hear the soft patter of Blacky's footsteps as he withdrew across the carpet of the upstairs bedroom.
"Ooooooooooh," the young blonde widow moaned and fell onto her back, her passion-depleted body finally rid of a hunger that had been with her, it seemed, for years.
CHAPTER TEN
Sunday had dawned bright and beautiful. It was a perfect Massachusetts autumn day, and the leaves were beginning to change colors around the edges. Winter wouldn't be too far away, Elizabeth knew as she hurried down the sidewalk that cut diagonally across the Pepperston village square. She was heading home home being the narrow, old two-story townhouse that she and Kevin had bought soon after their marriage in August. This was the real thing, very different from their former places in the suburbs, and they were having a ball restoring it. Turning the corner, she thought of how lovely this street would be in the winter when it snowed the old iron gates covered with white and a snowman in every front yard.
Right now, Pepper was stretched out on her own front stoop and she gave her handsome pet a friendly pat just before she walked into the house.
The new bride closed the front door carefully. After a late night last night at the Deightons
Kevin was still asleep, though it was after eleven. With some amusement, his young wife peeked in through the open bedroom doorway at his sprawled-out form on the bed. Earlier that morning, he had yanked the Venetian blinds shut to keep out the bright morning rays that were trying to awaken them.
She closed the bedroom door and went into the kitchen. With a big knife she cut the string and undid the brown paper-wrapped package that Simon had given her that morning in the antique shop. The book within was A Social History of Langford and Pepperston, Massachusetts, 1633-1800, by D. S. Pritchett. It was a leather book, very old, its gold lettering practically worn away. Turning the flyleaf, she saw it was printed in 1890 by B. Gregory & Sons, Booksellers.
Elizabeth made herself a cup of coffee, then sat down at the small kitchen table to read the page Simon had sectioned off with an ornate bookmark. Opening to the page, she read:
The final recorded incident of a witchcraft trial took place in 1693. In Langford, a young widow, Eliza Calloway, was accused of fornication with a certain Nathan Putnam during her period of mourning. As hysteria mounted, it was claimed she was trying to beguile the village husbands. Thus the panic spread and two other young widows, Sarah Good and Abigail Osburn, were suspected. All three were arrested and accused of witchcraft. The three women were taken to prison to await execution. Eliza Calloway died while in custody, Sarah Good and Abigail Osburn were hanged.
"Oh, brother," Elizabeth muttered out loud to herself and shuddered. Her eyes raced down the page. She flipped through the rest of the chapter, but there were no more references to the incident or the unfortunate Eliza Calloway. Why had Simon given her the book? She knew it wasn't out of malice. Undoubtedly, he wanted to show her how someone in the past had suffered from New England Puritanism, even more than she had, and that things were getting better. She took one last look at the final sentence, and lay down the book again as Kevin lumbered into the kitchen.
"You want to see my wedding present from Bobby and Simon?" She stood up to make coffee. "It's on the kitchen table." She nodded toward the book.
Kevin scratched his head sleepily and fitted his large, long-legged frame into the too-small dinette section that they hadn't yet replaced. She watched from the counter as he read.
"Some gift." He finally lifted his head. Shoving the book across the kitchen table when she appeared with his coffee, he looked up at her. "Thank God, things have sure changed. Now how about my good morning greeting?"
Kevin pulled his young blonde wife down to perch on his extended knee for a long good morning kiss. "What's say we spend the day in bed?" he suggested hoarsely when they broke apart.
"After last night at the Deightons?" Elizabeth asked with a little teasing smile of elation, even as soft prurient sensations rippled lightly through her belly. "Besides, you just got out of bed."
"I don't know if I ever told you this or not, but I have a wife who possesses more hidden talent in bed than any other woman I've ever met. The wonder is I ever get out at all."
At that moment, the phone rang, and Liz jumped up.
"Make it quick," Kevin gulped down his coffee. "I'll be waiting for you in the bedroom."
As Liz moved toward the living room phone, she knew it would be Karen Soames calling from some crazy place with Jimmy Lyons. Since that night at the farmhouse, the two unhappy with their own spouses had become a constant
Sunday duo. Elizabeth didn't quite understand it, but she didn't criticize.
Suddenly, for the first time since she had remarried, Liz felt secure ... not just secure, but deep down at peace and confident about the new kind of life she was living with Kevin in her old hometown. She did fit in. Pepperston had started changing a long time ago. She'd just had to make some changes in herself to realize it.
