"If your tongue hangs out much further, lover, you'll be able to clean your shoes with it!" The tall, handsome blonde-haired man was joined at the window by his wife, Brett, an attractive, blue eyed woman in her late thirties whose shoulder-length blonde hair and youthful face and figure belied her years.
Brett Dawson was wearing shorts, a skin-tight pair of black cotton that emphasized her long, well-shaped legs, and a sheer halter top, beneath which could be seen the dark haloes of her nipples at the tips of her full, swaying breasts, unhampered by the restrictions of a bra. Her deep blue eyes twinkled in amusement as she glanced down at the pulsing mound of her husband's cock and balls.
"Christ! You've got a hard-on that'd win a prize already, and that cute young couple hasn't even moved in yet!" Teasingly, she reached down and cupper her hand over the throbbing bulge of flesh and began messaging it to even greater life.
"Yeah? Well, you aren't exactly uninterested in that hunk of a man she's married to, are you baby?" Pete replied. "You practically cream in your panties every time he walks by!"
Brett Dawson smiled, undisturbed by his crude remark. "You've got to admit, they were worth coming back from Hawaii for. Even worth the rake off we gave them on the rent, though if I'd known her parents were footing the bill, I don't think I'd have been so generous."
"The old lady's a real bitch isn't she?"
"She sure is. She orders them around as if they were twelve years old. Joe isn't so bad, though," she continued, referring to a paunchy older man who was sprawled comfortably in one of the chairs on the patio. "He definitely has an eye for the ladies. I'll bet he pinches fannies in the elevators."
"From the looks of his wife, I'd say that's all he get the chance to do!"
Brett giggled and slipped her long tapering fingers around the heavy testicles that nestled between her husband's legs. "Maybe we should invite him to one of the club meetings," she suggested.
"I don't think the other members would consider that filling our membership obligations. Now Roger and Millie on the other hand oughta get our dues-free privileges for a year, for bringing those two in!"
"We have to work fast, you know?" his wife answered, a note of concern in her voice. "It's already the middle of June, and we have to get another couple by the fourth of July, or we're out for the rest of the summer. And I'm damned if I want to be ostracized out here for three months. Nature's great and all that, but there's nothing to do here except for the club."
"What do you think is the best way to pull it off?" Pete asked, glued to Millie's roundly swaying hips and buttocks as she removed cartons from the back of the moving van, now at last parked at the entrance to the patio.
"I'm not sure yet. He's in town all week working, so I guess we'll have to work on her first. I thought I'd invite them down to dinner tonight as a neighborly gesture, just so we can get to know them a little bit."
"How about the mike?"
"All neatly tucked away in the bed springs. They'll never notice it in a million years."
"Great. Even if we can't get them into the club, we'll at least have good listening all summer, though I'd rather hear the ripe Mrs. Cole, squealing in person."
"Don't you worry lover," his wife cooed, pulling him away from the window and pressing her voluptuously curved body against his muscular hard one. "We'll get them into the club. But I'd hate to think you're so wrapped up in our new tenant that you haven't got anything left for your wife!"
Invitingly, she began rotating her pelvis against the rock-hard mound of his cock, her blue eyes twinkling and her arms snaking around his thick, corded neck.
Pete grinned lewdly and grasped her firm, fleshy buttocks in his hands, pulling her closer to him. "Sweetheart, that'll never happen," he promised, kneading the supple half-moons greedily and savoring the pressure of her full swaying breasts against his bare, thick-haired chest.
"Show me, lover, show me," the hotly aroused blonde demanded, pulling him toward the bedroom.
Unaware of the plans being formed around her and her husband, Millie Cole was in the apartment directly above the Dawsons, happily looking over her newly rented summer retreat which took up the entire second floor of the farmhouse. Delightedly she went from room to room, picking her way carefully through cartons of dishes and knickknacks that her mother had insisted on providing, even though the apartment was comfortably, if plainly, furnished.
Twenty years old, she was petite, but spectacularly well built. Indeed, her firmly up-thrust young breasts and tiny waist gave her the appearance of a young starlet. Her face, too, was striking, a perfect oval with petite, regular features, high cheekbones, and large almond-shaped brown eyes, which peered shyly from beneath a thick fringe of dark lashes. Her lips, although devoid of makeup, were warm and sensuous. In all, she was a startling combination of child-like innocence and sensual womanly allure.
"Oh, Roger and I are going to be so happy here," she breathed as she went from window to window, each one framing a breathtaking view of sunny meadows and the gently rolling Catskill mountains beyond. "I just know it!" She could still scarcely believe their good fortune in finding the mountain retreat and at a price that was practically nothing. Everything about it had seemed so magical to the delighted young wife from the moment they had laid eyes on it two weeks before. The ride out on sleepy country roads, through miles of woods on either side, the garden in the back, overgrown now, but all the more beautiful in her eyes with its weeds and brambles, and especially the house itself, a rambling, two-story structure almost a hundred years old. Even the landlords were wonderful, she reflected, and interesting, too. So far they had gone out of their way to make her and Roger feel at home. Yes, she was certain it had been the right move to rent the spacious apartment, even if they had to borrow money from her parents to do it. Roger hadn't liked that part of it, but it was worth it. All their problems would fade away here like so much dust. How could they possibly quarrel or be unhappy in surroundings like these?
"Millie, Mildred, dear, where are you?"
The sound of her mother's slightly grating voice made Millie jump involuntarily, just as it had ever since she was a child.
"I'm in here, mother," she replied, reproaching herself for her sudden nervousness. After all, she was a married woman now, and she had to stop acting like a child with her mother, just as Roger was always reminding her. Nonetheless, she made it a point to look busy unpacking boxes when the commanding older woman came into the cheerful room between the kitchen and the large bedroom.
"Honestly, watching those men move things makes me understand why the world is in such a terrible state with them running it!"
"You're probably right," Millie laughed, stooping down to lift a stack of dishes from one of the boxes.
"This is such a lovely little room," her mother continued, sitting down on the old-fashioned sofa. "It'll make a perfect little place for you to invite your friends in for tea in the afternoon. You can put that silver tea service Vera Wilson gave you right here on the table. "She mentally began rearranging the furniture and giving Millie instructions on exactly how everything should be done.
"That would be nice," the dark-haired girl said hesitantly, wondering why it seemed to require so much courage for her to contradict her mother on even the simplest things, "but I'm afraid Roger and I have already decided this room will be his study. You know he's carrying a full load of accounting courses this summer besides his job, and he really needs a place to work quietly on weekends."
"The young wife couldn't conceal a note of pride in her voice as she talked of her ambitious young husband's schedule. She knew her mother tended to look down on Roger, and she was anxious to impress her with his hard work.
"Oh that's right, he is going to school, isn't he?" the older woman replied absently, running her finger over the surface of the table as if searching for dust. "Funny, I can't think of Roger as anything but a service station attendant."
"And what's wrong with that?", Millie asked, bristling at her offhand dismissal of Roger's educational efforts.
"Nothing, dear, nothing at all." But a faraway, disappointed look crossed her eyes, a look her daughter knew well. "Of course, your father and I hoped you'd marry ... a different sort of man, someone from your own background, but there's no point in discussing that now, is there? I mean, what's done is done. Roger's a very nice young man, a trifle unpolished, but I'm sure contact with you will give him the social graces he didn't acquire from his family.
As though her words had suddenly reminded her of something, Millie's mother frowned slightly, then leaned forward in her chair, a serious expression on her face. "Incidentally, dear," she said, lowering her voice confidentially, "now that we're alone, there's something I've been meaning to talk to you about."
"What is it?" Millie asked, her stomach contracting uneasily at her mother's attitude and tone. It was exactly the one she had always used on Millie when she was a child.
"Well, I only mention it because I know you're often a little naive about things like this, dear, even though you are a married woman but-do you really think it's a good idea for you to appear in public dressed-the way you are?"
"What's wrong with the way I'm dressed?" Millie asked, checking her appearance anxiously in the mirror.
"Oh, it's very attractive, but too revealing, don't you think? I know it's the fashion nowadays to go around half naked, but I don't care what anyone says. Some things never change. I noticed your landlord looking through the window earlier, and I'm sure you wouldn't want to give the impression you were loose!"
Suddenly embarrassed, Millie continued to stare at her reflection. She hadn't been trying for any sort of sexual effect when she put on the skimpy shorts and halter, only to be attractive and comfortable on the warm June day, and she certainly didn't consider the grounds of the secluded farm being public. But her mother's disapproval and concern seemed so genuine that she began to think that perhaps she was showing a great deal of skin.
"Roger really-likes this outfit," she murmured, defensively.
"I'm sure he does," her mother replied archly.
"But I hope your husband's appetites haven't made you forget your upbringing, Millie. You know what I've always told you. A woman has only herself to blame if her husband doesn't treat her like a lady. It's the woman's duty to set the tone of things. Men can be such brutes, as I'm sure you've discovered after eight months of marriage!"
Millie felt herself blush from head to toe at her mother's remark, for the domineering older woman had hit the mark precisely. She and Roger had been having sexual problems lately, and they were all of a sexual nature. It seemed to the troubled young bride that something had changed in their lovemaking recently. Her husband hinted sometimes at things that shocked her, things that she was sure were wrong, and frequently they quarreled over the separate approaches to lovemaking, she tearfully protesting the lack of tender romance in their marriage, and he accusing her of being too prim and reserved. Gradually she had tried to fight down her own convictions, encouraged by Roger.
Under her husband's tutelage, she had forced herself to become less resistant to sex, and it was true she had begun to tap a sensual side of her nature that would have shocked her prim parent had she known of it. But at the same time, she had begun to feel a deep inner conflict, almost a sense of shame over her own erotic feelings that her mother's words brought vividly to life again.
Part of the reason she had set her heart on the summer retreat was because she hoped in the romantic setting to recapture the bliss of the early days of their marriage, when Roger had made love to her so tenderly and patiently. But now she began to wonder if perhaps the harshness of Roger's sexual demands wasn't at least partially her own fault. She might have given him the impression inadvertently that she enjoyed a certain crudity on his part. And with a sudden rush of shame, she realized that her husband's forthright sexuality did excite her strangely, calling up a long repressed wildness that she had to struggle to keep under control.
Ravaged by guilt, lately Millie had even found herself avoiding sex altogether, much to her husband's annoyance. She wanted to make love to him fully, to be a good wife, but her own almost ungovernable feelings filled her with such fear and shame that she didn't know what to do! She had longed lately for another woman in whom she might confide her problems, and although she knew that she could never discuss them with her mother, perhaps her words had given her a clue as to where the difficulty lay. It was possible that she herself was inciting in Roger the very actions she objected to.
"I guess I'll go and change," she decided, not daring to meet her mother's penetrating gaze.
"That's a good girl, dear," her mother beamed, and Millie once again felt like an immature child. "Now what can be keeping those worthless men? My goodness, I can't sit down for a minute..." Still chattering, the severe woman briskly made her way downstairs to continue supervising the unpacking.
Roger Cole had at last finished unloading the last of the cartons and suitcases from the van, with the negligible help of Joe, and was sitting on the low stone wall that surrounded the patio. A man with a volatile temper, the young man's patience was strained almost to the breaking point by the efforts of moving under the direction of his over-bearing mother-in-law, and he surveyed the boxes disgustedly as he wiped trickles of sweat from his sun-tanned face and neck with his handkerchief. The hot sun beat down unmercifully, making his white shirt cling to his muscular back and shoulders, and the thought of lugging several loads of boxes upstairs did nothing to alleviate the sourness of his mood.
All day long he'd had to endure the thinly veiled contempt of the older woman, who hardly even bothered to conceal her dislike for him or her disapproval of Millie's decision to marry him. To make matter's worse, he had given in, against his better judgment, to Millie's insistence that they borrow the money for the summer apartment from her parents, which seemed to make the old lady feel even freer to order him about. Her attitude made it plain that she considered him less than a man for being unable to provide her daughter with little luxuries, and he had begun to regret bitterly his decision to take the apartment, since it seemed to place them more and more under his mother-in-law's thumb. More and more he wanted to tell her what she could do with her money and her suggestions and her snide remarks, but his financial dependence on her choked the words in his throat.
"Hi neighbors," Brett Dawson said melodiously, approaching them with a tray containing several bottles of beer and some glasses. "I thought you might like a little liquid refreshment."
His mother-in-law's eyes narrowed in disapproval as she took in the ravishing blonde's appearance. Brett was still clad in the tight shorts and halter she had been wearing earlier. "No thank you," Millie's mother said primly. "I never touch alcoholic beverages. But I'm sure Roger will join you. He'd much rather drink than work!" Turning on her heel, she strode away to find Joe, leaving Roger open mouthed on the patio with his landlord's wife.
"Sorry about that," he said apologetically, shaking his head in embarrassment and disbelief at his mother-in-law's parting shot. "I'm afraid my wife's mother doesn't care for me very much."
"Oh, you don't have to explain, believe me," Brett said easily.
Relieved by her immediate understanding, and took the foam-topped glass of beer she held out to him. "Aaaaahh," he sighed after the first gulp of the refreshing liquid, "thanks a lot. That's just what I needed. It sure is hot today."
"Why don't you take your shirt off?" the sultry blonde invited. "It looks like it's soaked through. I can hang it out on the line to dry, and I'm sure you'd be more comfortable without it."
"That's not a bad idea," the brown-haired young man replied, lifting the sweat-dampened garment over his head. Brett watched with interest as his hard, muscular chest, bronzed from the sun and lightly fringed with softly curling chest hair, was revealed to her eyes.
"You've got a good build," she said in frank admiration.
Her straightforward appraisal startled the young husband for a moment, but he enjoyed the flattering remark. "Thanks," he bantered. "You're not so bad yourself!" In fact, the closeness of the alluringly mature wife of his landlord had started his thick cock pulsing softly almost from the moment she had come outside, and he had a hard time keeping his eyes from gazing openly at the dark shadow of cleavage between her lushly swaying breasts. Brett smiled mischievously at his compliment.
"I must confess I have an ulterior motive in coming out here," Brett murmured, "besides just offering you a beer."
"Oh, yeah?" Roger replied, his lips curling in an involuntary smile at her words. "What's that?"
"I wondered if you and Millie were doing anything for dinner tonight, and if not, if you'd like to come down to our place."
"It sounds good to me," the young husband replied. Then he glanced in the direction of Millie's mother, who was beginning to hover impatiently closer and closer to them. "But first I think we'd better check it out with Millie."
"Why don't I come upstairs with you and ask her?
"Fine." Roger set his glass down on the wall and began picking up boxes, unable to resist the urge to show off a bit by taking a heavier load than he would have ordinarily.
CHAPTER TWO
The Coles and the Dawsons were seated on the screened in sun porch of the ground floor of the house, finishing the last of their dinner. The evening had passed quickly, despite an undercurrent of strain between Roger and Millie which their landlords pretended not to notice. In fact, the young couple had quarreled earlier in the afternoon, and although they both tried to appear relaxed and untroubled, inwardly each was frustrated and annoyed with the other. The argument had started over Roger's insistence that they "get rid" of Millie's parents early, despite the fact that Brett had included them in her dinner invitation to Millie.
Over his wife's protests, he had rather brusquely broken the news of their plans for the evening. As Millie had feared, her mother had been very hurt and had left tearfully, murmuring "I know when I'm not wanted." The young housewife felt overwhelmed with remorse, and after her parents' departure, had burst into tears and angry recriminations at her husband's callousness. At first he had tried to conciliate her, even attempting to make love, but she had repulsed him angrily, refusing even to let him touch her. The afternoon had ended in stony silence as they showered and dressed for dinner.
Roger had had a great deal to drink before and during dinner, and except for polite conversation, had almost totally ignored her, devoting himself instead to being absolutely charming to his voluptuous hostess, who was dazzlingly attractive that evening. Her ripely curving body was clad in a long, lavender-and-gold striped skirt with a ruffle on the bottom that swayed with the alluring rhythm of her hips when she walked, and matching midriff top with long sleeves and a low neckline, and dainty thong sandals. Her blonde hair was pulled back, except for softly waved strands that framed her expertly made-up face, and around her neck was a circular pendant of Indian silver on a long chain. Even if he had not been angry and frustrated with his wife, Roger would have found it difficult to take his eyes off the vision of casual womanly sophistication presented by his attractive hostess.
"Brett, that was a delicious dinner," the young husband said expansively. "In fact, it was a fantastic dinner, wasn't it honey?"
"Yes, yes it certainly was," his wife replied, smiling brightly. "I've never had such good spaghetti, Brett. You must give me the recipe."
"Why thank you," the well-built blonde replied. "But it's not just the food, it's the company that makes the meal. Who'd like some coffee?"
"I'll help you," Millie volunteered hastily when they had all answered in the affirmative. Tense and anxious after the confrontations that afternoon with both her mother and her husband, she had felt awkward and ill at ease all evening, and she welcomed the opportunity to perform the routine tasks of housekeeping and helping her hostess. It would calm her nerves, she thought. But Roger thwarted her plans by pushing himself to his feet and grabbing her hand.
"No, I'll help you Brett," he insisted, his voice a little slurred. "The little woman's been working hard all day, and I consider it my duty to keep her off her feet at night!"
A burst of laughter from Brett and Pete greeted his words, and Millie flushed with embarrassment as her husband pushed her determinedly back into her chair.
"That's not a duty, Roger," Pete chimed in, "that's a pleasure!"
"Never you mind, lover," Brett said, seeing Millie's discomfort. "You just remember this next time I-want help with the dishes!"
"Baby, you've spent more time on your back in the past fifteen years than any ten women have a right to," her husband teased. "Say, while you two are cleaning up, why don't I get out those pictures we took in Hawaii last winter, that is if Millie and Roger would like to see them."
Pete and Millie watched as Brett, followed by Roger, who first made an elaborately chivalrous bow, disappeared into the kitchen, where the sounds of their amiable laughter and conversation drifted into the sun porch occasionally. Once they were gone, Millie found herself at a loss for words, and her shyness was not alleviated by the realization that her host was staring at her openly, his full sensual lips curled in a slight smile above his goatee. He seemed mysterious and fascinating to the naive young girl, both because of his free-wheeling life style, which allowed him and Brett to travel extensively, and because he was undeniably attractive.
"A penny for your thoughts," Pete said softly, crossing his legs and flicking the ash on his cigarette as he watched her like a cat, lean and sure of himself and ready to spring.
"Oh, I was just thinking this little town must seem awfully dull to you and Brett, I mean after Hawaii and all..." Her voice trailed off shyly, and the curvaceous young brunette found herself hating the naive and unsophisticated impression she felt she was creating.
"Oh, Hawaii is wonderful, all right. Things are much more relaxed than they are here, if you know your way around. The women are very beautiful, too, like you."
"Why thank you," Roger's wife stammered, both pleased at his unexpected compliment and at the same time unreasonably wary. His manner seemed "flirtatious" to the young girl, and she was determined that nothing in her conduct would give him the impression she was even remotely interested in that sort of thing.
"If you'll excuse me a moment, Millie," she said smoothly, rising from his chair, "I'll go and get those photographs now, and the liqueur."
"Can I help?"
"No, no, you just relax. I'll only be a minute."
Left alone on the sun porch, Millie Cole closed her eyes wearily, massaging her temples with the tips of her fingers. The accumulated tension of the afternoon had left her with the beginnings of a headache, and she hoped the evening would be over soon, even though she enjoyed the company of Pete and Brett and the glamorous world they seemed to inhabit. The sounds of laughter coming from the kitchen reached her ears. Roger and Brett certainly seem to be enjoying themselves, she thought. I wonder why it's so hard for me to let go like that. Then she frowned, remembering her mother's last words to her before she left. She had gone down to the car to say goodbye and to try to smooth things over. "Millie dear, you don't have to say a thing," her mother had assured her, reaching out of the car window to pat her daughter's hand with her own gloved one. "I know it's not your fault. And by the way, dear, I'd keep a sharp eye on that Dawson woman."
Her reverie was interrupted by Pete's return with several envelopes of photographs and a bottle of amber-colored liqueur. "Sorry to leave you alone for so long," he apologized, setting the bottle down on the table and going to an antique sideboard for some glasses.
At that moment Brett and Roger returned from the kitchen, Roger bearing a tray piled high with cups, saucers, and spoons, while Pete's wife brought coffee and milk.
"Lover, we sure picked the right tenants," the buxom blonde said to her husband. "I like these two!"
"So do I," Pete agreed. Why don't you all get your coffee and we'll move over on the couch where we can be comfortable and pass these pictures around."
In a few moments Pete's suggestion had been followed, and they were all seated on the comfortable divan, with coffee cups and liqueur glasses on the coffee table in front of them.
Millie was unable to shake her suspicions of Brett and even of Pete, particularly as her hostess sat down next to Roger, leaving her on the other side, between the two men. Also her remark bothered Millie. How could she say she liked these two-she and Brett had barely exchanged six sentences since they'd met. She must mean she liked Roger, that was it. Miserably, the young wife sipped the sweet-tasting liqueur, fighting down a rising tide of distrust and unhappiness. The first few photographs were innocuous enough. The next photo showed Pete, one arm around a woman and the other around his wife. Again, all three were in bathing suits, Brett wearing a crocheted one that left nothing of her charms to the imagination. Only a thicker weave over her nipples and the crotch band of her panties kept her from being completely naked. The next was even more vivid, showing a man, Brett, and the woman swimming in a secluded lake, but this time the two women were actually naked to the waist!
Roger could hardly believe his eyes as he glanced from one to the other of the beautiful women in the picture, his gaze riveted particularly to Brett's proudly jutting breasts, whose nipples, in reaction to the cold water, were tightened into two coral-colored cones.
"That's a photographer's dream come true, Pete," he said, his voice constriction slightly by the sudden pounding in his heart and throat, to say nothing of his now fully erect cock, which felt as though it would explode in his pants.
"I hope these pictures don't shock, Millie," he continued looking at her questioningly.
The dark-haired girl was more than a little disturbed by the photos, but the casual way in which her host presented them made her unwilling to reveal her naivete. Perhaps it was just part of the unusual life they lived. After all, there certainly wasn't anything wrong with bathing naked. People went to nudist camps and things like that, didn't they? But she'd never met any one who did things of that sort before, and the young wife found it difficult to maintain her composure. There was something about the pictures that only increased her feelings of anxiety about her host and hostess, a sort of suggestiveness that she couldn't quite define.
Dimly she felt they were testing her and Roger, sizing them up on the basis of their reactions to the revealing photos, which was in fact the case. She didn't want to appear naive before her sophisticated landlord and his wife, and so she stifled her shock and disapproval.
"They're a little surprising," she admitted, not daring to look the darkly handsome older man in the eve, "but it looks very ... pleasant."
Brett could hardly restrain a smile at the girl's reply. "Oh, it's fantastic," she said enthusiastically. "Have you ever gone swimming naked?"
"No, I never have," Millie replied.
"We'll have to do it this summer then. Once you've done it, bathing suits just seem ridiculous. It's so nice to feel totally free."
Roger and his wife pondered her words in silence. The young husband found the idea of swimming naked with other people very erotic, and already he had decided he wanted to do it. In fact, everything the Dawsons did seemed exotically exciting to him, and he was rapidly losing himself in admiration for their carefree approach to life. Man they've really got it made, he thought. Travel, houses all over the place, and they're sure as hell up front about sex! His own life seemed drab by comparison.
Millie, too, was fascinated by her landlords, but her feelings were clouded by faint disapproval, as well as the anxiety that always seemed to arise in her when anything sexual was discussed. The liquor was affecting her strangely. She had had a great deal to drink at dinner, and the thick amber-colored liqueur was rapidly making her feel drunk, and at the same time, strangely aroused. She was achingly aware of physical sensations, and each color photograph seemed more and more vividly alive. In her imagination she almost felt as though she could feel the hot sun beating down on the four nearly naked bodies and her mind began to wander without her conscious control into shockingly lewd imagery as each photograph seemed to pass through her hands.
Suddenly she gasped and sat upright. For an instant, she had thought she had seen a picture of two people making love! She rubbed her eyes and looked at the photo again. It was only Brett and a man dancing exuberantly, but in her mind's eye, it had appeared for a brief instant that the man had her pinioned against the wall and was fucking into her with his thick rigid penis while fondling her whitely glistening breasts with his dark, thick-veined hands. The obscene hallucination had only lasted a second, but long enough to cause a sudden spasm of lewd sensuality to rock the young bride from her head to toes, and suddenly she was horrified to feel a growing circle of dampness in the narrow crotch band of her panties.
"What's the matter, honey?" Roger asked, looking at her with concern as she placed her hands on her temples and swayed confusedly in her seat.
"I ... I must have had too much to drink," she stammered. It seemed to her that her husband's voice came from very far away. "I'm afraid I don't feel well."
"I hope the pictures didn't upset you," Brett murmured solicitously.
"No, no it's not that," Millie replied, unwilling to admit what had happened. "I guess I must just be more tired than I thought. Roger, would you mind terribly if we went upstairs? I think I have to lie down."
"Sure, baby," her husband replied, pushing himself unsteadily to his feet. He, too was feeling the effects of the drink, though nowhere as strongly as his attractive young bride.
The two couples said their goodbyes, Millie apologizing profusely for her sudden dizzy spell, and Brett and Pete assuring her it was all right. When the young couple had finally departed, their hosts began exchanging their impressions of the evening.
"Wow, that stuff is really something," Pete said, holding the amber-colored bottle up to the light and looking at it almost in awe. "She hardly had three sips and she took off. I think she was even hallucinating, did you see you she clamped her thighs together and quivered?"
"Well at least we know she doesn't need much," his wife replied. "I think that little piece of information'll come in very handy, when we take her to the club."
"How about him?"
"I don't think he's going to need much persuasion at all. His cock was thick as a baseball bat all night. I think we're going to hear a very interesting session between our tenants tonight, lover, very interesting."
The couple made their way into their own bedroom which was just below Roger's and Millie's, and Pete switched on a small intercom by the bed, the type sometimes used by parents to keep track of small children in another room, while Brett began removing her clothes. Pete grinned in satisfaction. "I'll go pour us a little nightcap, and we can settle down for some easy listening!" he exclaimed.
"I'd better go take my shower," Millie said, her voice trembling slightly.
"I'll be waiting, beautiful," Roger replied, barely able to contain his own feelings of lust and delight at his wife's unexpectedly passionate response. Baby, will I be waiting, he thought, as he watched her pad barefoot out of the room. Once she was gone, he went to his own suitcase and took out several things he had brought as a special surprise for this, their first night in their new place. Soon the room was glowing with the soft light of several candles that reflected off the mirrors like stars. Satisfied with the effect, he then placed a small bottle of perfume on the night stand on Millie's side of the bed, an expensive gift that he had wanted her to have, he justified it on the grounds that he wanted her to have some of the things she had been used to before she was married. Once everything was ready, he turned down the covers of the bed and stretched out again, impatient for his wife to return, his thickly pulsing cock throbbing with anticipation.
He, too, had high hopes for the beneficial effects of the summer vacation house. He was hoping that in the quiet country atmosphere, far from the hectic pace of the city, he would at long last succeed in breaking down the last bastions of his wife's sexual reserve. True, in the eight months of their marriage, she had opened up to him considerably. Amazing. . . given the fears and tension instilled in her by her iron-willed mother. It was a mystery to the lusty young husband how his beautiful young wife had even been conceived, judging from the way her mother hated men. Sometimes when he felt a painful tightening in his balls, as though the old lady were actually trying to cut them off by the sheer force of her hatred. Himself the offspring of easy going, working-class parents who took life as it came, he couldn't understand the force that held his wife in restraint, although he had tried.
At first, right after their marriage, Millie had been unwilling even to let him see her naked body in the light, and she was still very reticent in sexual matters, refusing to make love in any other way except the standard position, and rejecting everything except the most innocent foreplay. But he knew, with all the sureness of his keenly perceptive masculine instincts, that beneath her reserved exterior, she was a full, sensual woman, capable of satisfying him completely ... . if only she would let herself go.
Once or twice she had come close to it, but had always cut herself off at the last minute, growing suddenly rigid beneath him as though her body were transformed against her will into cold, impenetrable marble. In all the months of their marriage, he had succeeded in bringing her to orgasm only a few times, and even then it seemed that she blocked out the experience from her memory so that each time they made love, it was like starting all over again. Over the months, however, he had felt her slowly begin to weaken as, with unfailing patience, he had drawn out the sensual side of her nature. And tonight, first time, he had felt her respond with a passionate intensity he had never seen before. His heart beat faster at the thought that perhaps at last all his efforts were going to pay off.
It hadn't been easy on him to hold back his own powerful drives in order to win his shy bride's trust and confidence. No hermit before his marriage, the healthy erotic young man was accustomed to a full measure of sexual delight, when and how he wanted it. An enormous amount of self-restraint had been necessary on his part to give Millie the understanding she seemed to need, and lately he had felt himself dangerously close to some sort of breaking point. More and more often he noticed the attention his youthful good looks attracted from women when he was on the job. Always he fielded their offers deftly, so as not to insult, but he had to admit to himself that as time went on, and his bride continued in her prudishness, he was finding it harder and harder to justify his strict fidelity. He was a man wasn't he? With the needs of a man for fully satisfying release of his pent-up physical and emotional needs.
Christ! He couldn't go on like a high school freshman forever, particularly when he had the sexiest bundle of ripe feminine loveliness he'd ever laid eyes on right in his own bed at night. It was beginning to drive him crazy never to be able to let himself go completely for fear of shocking or offending-her, or worse still, of cutting off her still tentative responses altogether. It was time to take some drastic action, before it was too late.
Tonight he had found himself alarmingly drawn to the statuesque beauty of Brett Dawson, to the point that he had even thought she was giving him the eye. It was dangerous, he reflected, when he was so horny that he was ogling his landlord's wife and imagining he saw signs that she was returning his interest. She wouldn't be hard to get interested in, either, the hotly aroused young husband thought, absently massaging the thick shaft of his penis and remembering her alluring blonde loveliness. She sure doesn't make any bones about enjoying sex!
The image of Brett's proudly thrusting bare breasts as they appeared in the photographs flashed across his mind, and his cock jerked excitedly. And another memory, one he had determinedly avoided, also crossed his brain. He had almost been certain that, while they were looking at the pictures, Brett had been subtly stroking his thigh, although it could have been only the accidental contact of their bodies pressed close together on the couch. In any case, he was certain that he and Millie had to make some kind of real sexual progress soon or something was going to explode, and he was pretty sure it was going to be his self-imposed sexual restraints. Maybe Brett Dawson was a little too close to home, but there were others, millions of them, walking in and out of shops and office buildings, all day, and he couldn't be expected to wear blinders forever!
At that moment, he heard the sound of the bathroom door opening and Millie's footsteps approaching, and he put all other thoughts out of his mind as he waited to see her reaction to the changes he had made in the spacious bedroom. She stopped in surprise at the doorway at the sight of the candles casting a soft, romantic glow over the polished wood of the old-fashioned furnishings. Her petite frame was dressed in a light cotton nightgown beneath which Roger could see the dim outline of her ripe young body, and the sight made his massively erect penis swell even larger with excitement. Millie's satiny skin still glistened with drops of water from the shower, and she had dusted herself with a sweet-smelling powder whose aroma wafted to the young man's nostrils.
"Oh Roger," his doe-eyed brunette wife breathed, her eyes lighting up happily. "How nice!"
"Thought you'd might like a little atmosphere to inaugurate our second-honeymoon house," the young man smiled, pleased at her reaction. "I got you a little present, too," he continued, nodding towards the nightstand where the bottle of perfume was prominently displayed.
"Oh darling, you shouldn't have," she murmured, opening the little flask and daubing the musky scent behind her ears. "But thank you!"
Leaning down, she kissed him softly on the lips, and Roger reached up hungrily, pulling her down on the bed and returning her kiss with lust ardor. The young bride wanted with all her heart to return his fervor, but the confusing events of the day, starting with her mother's poisonous words, had left her confused and shaken. Also, her own reactions were so strange that they frightened her, and she felt herself holding back. Her husband wanted to make love to her, she knew. He had gone to great trouble to make this night special. But her own feelings vacillated between mental resistance and a physical intensity brought on in sudden waves by the potent drug she had unknowingly taken, so powerful that its stormy force frightened her. Desperately she began looking for ways to forestall getting into bed.
"I ... I just have a few things to do in the kitchen," she said, twisting away from her husband's embrace. "Then I'll be right in."
Roger frowned in puzzlement and in slight annoyance as she practically raced from the room. The pattern was all too familiar, and he could feel the beginnings of sharp disappointment at her sudden exit. His cock was pounding insistently with the desire to fuck his beautiful wife, and he was determined she wasn't going to put him off tonight, although it seemed unbelievable to him that she would even try. He could hear her puttering aimlessly in the kitchen, and the sound of her activity, coupled with the memory of her lushly curvaceous body, fed the fires of lust and burgeoning anger churning in his drug and alcohol-fogged brain.
"What the hell are you doing in there, baby?" he finally called, his voice a little sharp.
"I'm coming right in," his wife replied, a little frightened at his tone.
Downstairs, Pete and Brett Dawson, stretched out on their own double bed, listened to the conversation between the two young married with interest. The athletically muscled landlord was completely naked, and his hands lightly stroked his cock and balls as he strained to hear every word.
Beside him, Brett, also naked, was reclining comfortably naked, her long shapely legs crossed at the ankles and a cigarette balanced between her scarlet-tipped fingers as she, too, listened eagerly to their young tenants.
"Shit, the younger generation's a bunch of flops," Pete said disgustedly, almost as annoyed at Millie's delaying tactics as her husband was. "If that was you and me, those bedsprings would've been bouncing like rubber balls by now."
"Patience, lover, patience," his wife consoled. "I've a feeling this is going to be interesting."
"If she gets her ass in bed before that drug wears off, it will, yeah-"
"Ssshhhh! She's coming back now!"
They listened intently to the sounds of weight shifting and covers being rearranged as Millie finally got into bed. Then there was relative silence, broken only by heavy breathing. Then
Roger's voice was hard, tinged with growing aggravation.
"Hey baby, what's the matter? You act as though you don't want me to touch you." His own words grated in his ears. He was getting sick and tired of having to beg for what was his by right, his privileges as a husband. He was beginning to feel like a fool every time he had to use tricks and persuasion to get around his wife's wall of defenses.
"I'm sorry, darling," Millie apologized. "I ... I guess I still feel a little queasy."
"Then why don't you just lie back and relax and let me play for a while?" Roger struggled to conceal his disappointment at her lack of enthusiasm, particularly when her reactions had seemed so promising earlier, but her announcement of nausea grated on him. It's always the same thing, he thought bitterly. Oh, Roger I've got a headache, or I'm too tired!
"All right," Millie replied, inwardly trembling at what would follow. Mentally she steeled herself. It was her duty, wasn't it? Even her mother had told her that when she was still in early adolescence. Darkly she had hinted at the terrible things a married woman had to submit-woman's burden, she called it. The words returned to Millie's mind now, dampening whatever ardor she might have felt.
Leaning over her prostrate form, Roger began showering hot kisses on her face and shoulders, slipping one arm underneath her to pull her closer, while with his free hand he began a slow caress of her breast. Gradually he worked his hand downwards over the soft curb of her abdomen and her firm thighs until he found the hem of her cotton nightie.
Pushing it upwards, he slid his hand under the satiny texture of her light gown, his cock pulsing feverishly at the feel of her naked warm body. Flinging his leg over hers, he began levering her knees apart, while his lips and tongue left a wet trail that led over her shoulders and neck to the top of her nightgown which was cut low enough to reveal the upper section of the deep cleavage between her softly quivering breasts. Hot excitement surged through the lusty young husband as he explored the contours of her trembling mounds of flesh. Hungerily his hand closed around the pliant softness of her bare breast, his fingers lightly tweaking the rosy nipples, teasing them into tantalizing hardness. Millie tried to tight down the rising tension that enveloped her as her husband's caresses became more and more insistent. She wanted to respond lovingly, but she couldn't rid herself of the nagging sense of shame and guilt that flooded her mind, freezing her responses under, a glacier of anxiety. It was as though some mental mechanism she didn't understand had cut off the connection between her body and mind, and she could only lie passively inert, her eyes tight shut, while her husband had his way with her.
Roger was becoming angry at her total lack of responsiveness, and more than ever determined that he was going to possess her tonight, no matter what kind of prudish hang-ups and inhibitions she placed as obstacles in his path. Tonight he was going to fuck her senseless and let her know at long last what it was like to be married to a man, not a compliant child. In a sudden movement, he threw back the covers, exposing her nearly naked body. Millie started, and tried to pull them back up, but he prevented her.
"Just lie back," he commanded her firmly.
Downstairs, their muscular landlord grinned lewdly at his wife on hearing his words. "Sounds like our friends are having a few problems," he whispered. He was rapidly becoming excited at the sounds of the intimate scene, and his thick swelling cock lurched upward from the tangle of his dark pubic hair. Brett reached out and grasped it like a pump handle in her hand.
"Nothing a few sessions at the club wouldn't cure," she cooed, snuggling closer to her husband and beginning to nibble lightly on his ear, whirling her tongue in tantalizing little circles and blowing currents of warm air inside, while her deft fingers stroked the sensitive underside of his stiffly swaying shaft. Suddenly their erotic play was interrupted by the sound of Millie's voice raised in protest.
"Roger, don't, please! You know I don't like that!"
Holding her down firmly, Roger was positioned on his stomach between his young wife's forcibly outstretched legs and was attempting to bury his lips in the downy softness of her pubic mound, an act he had often attempted before, and which upset the resistant girl terribly.
Wildly she struggled to loosen the pressure of his hands on her quivering breasts, but her strong husband was too single-mindedly bent on the lewd task he had undertaken to be deterred. Firmly he held her in place, squeezing and kneading the silky orbs of her breasts almost painfully while his tongue trailed snake-like over the sensitive skin of her inner thigh, nearer and nearer to the glistening pink cuntal split nestled in the ring of sparse pussy hair.
"Oooooohhhhhh," she moaned suddenly, as his wetly questing tongue suddenly connected with the tender flesh of her vaginal entrance. A stab of pleasure ricocheted through her helplessly splayed form, making her shudder with a mixture of eroticism and shame. She felt herself nearly overwhelmed with the desire to wriggle down obscenely onto her husband's lustily searching tongue, letting her body explode in violent response to his oral manipulations, but she fought it with every ounce of her strength. She couldn't let go! She couldn't!
Somewhere in the center of the flame of passion licking so hungrily at her loins, were unnamed horrors for the troubled doe-eyed girl, and she broke out into a cold sweat as she struggled against Roger's grip. A witch-like demon was waiting to devour her, and she had to escape it at any cost.
"Stop," she moaned, digging her nails into his shoulders and trying to push him away. "Nnnnnnoooooo! Please, nooooo!" she sobbed. Suddenly, caught in the grip of her inexplicable terrors, she seized her husband's brown hair in both her hands and pulled with all her might, causing him to jerk away from her hotly trembling pussy with a howl of surprise and pain. Millie rolled away from him to the far side of the bed, her body shaking with sobs.
"You bitch!" he spat furiously. "You goddamn fucking bitch!"
"You know I can't bear it when you do that," his wife wailed. "It's horrible and dirty and I don't like it!"
"You don't like a goddamn thing I do, do you?" her enraged spouse shouted in reply.
Downstairs, the Dawsons listened with great interest to their angry words. "I told you it'd be interesting," Brett whispered.
Unaware that they were being overheard, Roger and Millie continued to hurl venomous retorts at each other.
"I'm trying, Roger, God knows I'm trying, but there are some things I simply won't do!"
"There doesn't seem to be a damn thing you will do!" the frustrated young husband spat. "Hell, we've been married nearly a year and you still act like a virgin!"
"Just because I won't participate in ... in gutter perversions?" his wife replied, her voice gratingly shrill as she trembled on the brink of hysteria.
"Gutter, huh? Seems that's all I ever hear from you and your fucking old lady. I guess I don't have enough class for you, baby, no matter how hard I try!"
The sex starved young man was almost past the point of reason now, incited by his frustration, which the aphrodisiac drug heightened unbearably, and finally by his wife's prim rejection of his love-making, even after he had tried in every way he could think of to please her. His eyes narrowed dangerously as he stared at her trembling, nearly naked body huddled tearfully and self-righteously in one corner of the bed. "Well, sweetheart, it's time you came down off your fucking pedestal and rolled around in the gutter a little bit with us common folks, and there's no time like the present to start!"
Before Millie could even realize what he had in mind, he suddenly yanked her over on her back and straddled her shoulders with his legs so that his lust-swollen cock, gripped in his fist, was only inches from her face.
"What are you doing?" his startled wife asked, closing her eyes to shut out the sight of the pulsating shaft that threatened her menacingly. "Are you some kind of nut?"
"Yeah, maybe I am," her husband snarled drunkenly. "But it's nothing some good old-fashioned perversion wouldn't cure!"
Millie looked at him, frightened of the change in her usually mild-mannered husband. He was leering down at her cruelly, his blue eyes flashing anger and contempt as he pinned the struggling girl down to the bed with the full weight of his strong body. "What do you mean?" she asked, her voice quavering.
"I mean if your tight little pussy is too precious to be touched, maybe you can try touching my cock. That'd be novel, wouldn't it?" he hurled at her, referring to the fact that in all the months of their marriage, his repressed bride had almost never ventured to stimulate his genitals directly. "I mean, bitch, you're going to suck me off!"
Pete Dawson grinned delightedly at the outraged husband's command. "Right on, brother," he exclaimed approvingly, raising a clenched fist toward the ceiling. "You're restoring my faith in the youth".
"Sssshhhh!" his wife demanded. "I want to hear this!"
Millie's mouth fell open in horror at her husband's lewd command. "No! I won't do such a terrible thing! Never-ooowwww!" Her words were cut off by a sharp slap administered by her enraged husband, who struck her full in the face. Aghast, she stared up at him; he seemed transformed into a cruel stranger, and hot tears of hurt rose to her brown eyes, as much from the emotional shock of his sudden brutality as from the stinging sensation in her cheek.
"I'm fucking sick and tired of all your no's", he raged. "You won't let me fuck you? Okay sweetheart, then you can suck me off! And don't try any clever bitchy tricks with your teeth, either," he warned, noting the look of angry resistance with Which she greeted his words, "or I'll make you wish you hadn't!"
Millie could scarcely believe what he was suggesting. But there was no doubt but that he meant what he said. His pulsingly alive shaft of male hardness was only inches from her lips, the tiny eye in the tip glistening with a droplet of male hardness and whitish pre-cum. He wanted her to take that horrible throbbing column of flesh into her mouth, and his mood was so violent that the stunned young wife didn't dare to resist any further, not after the way he had slapped her only moments before.
"All ... all right," she murmured weakly, not even trying to think of how she would get through the awful ordeal confronting her. "I'll do whatever you say."
"That's more like it," Roger replied, leering victoriously down at her and shifting his position so that she could raise herself high on the pillow. Then he leaned forward so that his. quivering cock head brushed against the warm softness of her full red lips. The young wife drew back at the contact of his rigidly erect shaft, tasting the slightly tart drop of moisture at the tip. Oh God! She couldn't go through with it! Imploringly she raised tear-filled brown eyes to her implacable husband, but he was past heeding any pleas for mercy. The sight of his thickly rigid penis poised at the entrance to her oral cavern affected him like a lewd fantasy image come to life. He wanted to plunge his swollen shaft into her warm wet mouth and fuck it in and out until he came, and nothing was going to change his mind.
Reaching down, he gripped his wife's mane of dark hair and pulled her head forward, pressing her fearfully trembling lips directly against the rubbery head of his penis.
"Open your mouth, or I'll force you to open it!" he snarled sadistically.
Millie, her body already drenched in a fearful sweat, knew she had no choice but to comply. Closing her eyes, she opened her trembling lips and with great effort managed to encompass the very tip of his cock. Involuntarily she gagged and tried to draw back, but her lust-incited husband gripped her hair tightly with one hand, while with the other, he encircled the thick girth of his eagerly throbbing penis, pulling the foreskin back with his thumb and forefinger. Then he rammed forward, driving the massive rod half its length into the warm recesses of the young bride's virginal mouth. Her teeth raked against it painfully, but at least it was in. "I said watch your teeth, bitch," he commanded again, twisting her hair in warning.
Trembling, Millie did her best to relax the muscles of her jaws, and she covered her teeth with the edges of her full lips so as not to enrage her sadistic husband any further. She felt as though she would choke on the hotly pulsing shaft as it worked its way further and further into her throat, but her husband's firm grip left her no choice but to submit as best she could.
Incredibly he drove forward, plowing the rest of the thick-veined column, every inch of it, far back into her throat! His pendulous balls pressed against her chin, and her nostrils were filled with the pungent male odor of his genitals. Fresh tears sprang to her eyes, this time from the uncontrollable gagging sensation she felt as Roger began to slowly flex his long quivering penis and was lasciviously in and out of her mouth, savoring the warm pull of her wetly ovaled lips each time he withdrew! This was what he needed he thought exultantly. For the first time in months, he felt like a whole man again!
Once the enormous shock of the intrusion of his feverishly hot pole into her oral depths was over, Millie found she could relax slightly, at least enough to be able to endure his rapidly mounting strokes. Sensing her partial surrender, Roger relaxed his grip on her hair. In an effort to please her husband, hoping in this way to bring the horrifying act to an early conclusion, Millie's mouth began to open and close around the fleshy column stuffed up inside it, tentatively at first then with increasing deftness. Her tongue darted at the tiny glans opening at the tip, and then downwards over the sensitive underside, covering the length of the rapidly plunging shaft with warm wet spittle.
"Oooooohhh," she heard her husband moan above her, his eyes closed in sensual delight as he felt her unbearably pleasurable sucking. His heart was thundering like a cannon in his chest in time with the erotic pulsing in his blood-engorged penis, and he moaned and twitched convulsively as spasms of long-denied sensual urgency snaked through his loins, driving him wild with desire.
Roger's obvious enjoyment was a revelation to Millie, for in all the months of their young marriage, she had been too preoccupied with her own sexual traumas and difficulties ever to give her full attention to his reactions. She found herself fascinated by his response to her inexperienced sucking of his cock, to the extent that, without realizing it, she reached up tentatively and began running her smooth hands over the sexually tensed surface of his firm buttocks and the corded pillars of his thighs. Even the texture of his thickly probing cock was new to her, and she was surprised to realize that it was not at all unpleasant.
With sudden curiosity, Millie worked her arms upwards between his legs so that she could run her fingers over the lower part of the hotly throbbing shaft exposed each time he drew back from the interior of her mouth and throat. Now and then she shyly touched his heavy cum-filled balls, and this increased in voluntary activity on his wife's part made the young man's loins ache with intensified sensuality. Roger's passion mounting, he thrust his thick turgid cock deep in her throat, then pulled out, over and over again, shoving his hips forward with steady, rhythmic thrusts.
Millie found herself beginning to feel strong salacious ripples of a dark erotic excitement as she continued to perform the sexual act that only moments before had seemed to her shameful and perverted. She knew instinctively that this was the sort of feeling that her mother had cautioned her against, and that she had actually fought against so hard, not realizing, in her naivete and long repression, that it was simply the normal sexual response of a healthy woman. Now, her resistance worn down by the many shocks of the day, culmination in her forced subjugation by her lusty husband and aided by the drug secretly provided by Pete and Brett, she began to abandon herself to it, unwilling or unable to carry on the exhausting struggle any longer.
Her husband was treating her like an anonymous whore, not like his tenderly loved wife, and even though she knew it was shameful and bestial, her body began to respond with undeniable excitement! Wanton animal pleasure that she had never before faced fully overwhelmed her, as though the brutal force of her husband's attack had relieved her of the necessity to maintain any semblance of dignity or self-restraint. Blotting out the vestiges of mental restraint that still lingered in her mind, she opened her mouth wider to receive his hot rampaging cock and began sucking voraciously.
"Oooooohhhhhh yyeeessssss!" Roger growled lustily, immediately sensing the change in her.
"Baby, you're beautiful! Suck my cock!! ! Suck it goood!! ! ! "
Roger's vulgar words increased Millie's unexpected surge of passion, and she sucked greedily at his lust-distended penis. Spasms of sharp sensation surged upward through her tightly clenched pussy, dilating it and making her body ache with a totally new delight. Eagerly she gripped his hotly twitching cock with her hungrily sucking lips and squeezed the wrinkled surface of his hardening testicles in her slim hands, driving her husband wild with passion.
And he was there! A thick jet of white, thick liquid suddenly burst forth from the swollen head of his fiercely plunging cock and gushed into Millie's mouth. The unexpected explosion of cum made his young wife shiver and gag, and momentarily shocked her.
She was sure she couldn't swallow it, but as gush after gush of foaming male fluid filled her oral cavity, she knew she had no choice, and she forced herself to gulp it down. Even this, she found was not as bad as she'd expected it to be, and soon she was draining his slowly deflating cock with a animal urgency that made him groan with delight.
His orgasm completed, Roger slid off his wife's still wildly trembling body, and rolled over on his side of the bed, breathing heavily from his exertions. Millie lay motionless, swallowing the last of his warm ejaculated sperm which lingered in her mouth. Her mind could scarcely comprehend what had happened to her. Her pussy, hotly aroused but unsatisfied by the torrid oral fucking she had just performed on her husband, throbbed softly, filling her with a gently subsiding, but still sweetly aching desire. Her mind reeled with the knowledge of what just had happened and, now that the excitement was over, with renewed and confusing feelings of shame and guilt. Oh, my God, she thought, what have I done, this is awful! It's depraved!
CHAPTER THREE
Millie Cole sat at the kitchen table sipping slowly on a cup of tea, her mind racing with troubled thoughts. It had been two and a half days now since Roger had gone back into the city to work. The first day, Monday was sunny, and a long walk down the pleasant back country lanes seemed to ease her mind, to envelop her in a warm summery mood that made her problems with her marriage seem like an unreal dream. But on Tuesday it had become cloudy, and she had sat in the apartment all that day feeling like a prisoner, her mind running torturously over the brutal way Roger had forced her to take his penis into her mouth. The memory of that terrifying evening leered up at her from the deep recesses of her consciousness like a tormenting demon.
Over and over Millie saw the thickly throbbing bulk of his angrily erect penis pressing lewdly against her mouth. Her lips grew dry and tight every time she thought about it. And when it was inside, lunging mercilessly down her fearfully constricting throat and finally spurted a scalding waterfall of semen into the depths of her mouth, the young wife had never experienced such shameful things in her life! If her mother ever found out what had happened, she realized with bitter irony, most-likely the authoritative woman would have a heart attack right there on the spot. Her daughter, her well-behaved, well brought-up young daughter acting in a way no better than a whore!
Millie had calmed down somewhat when Tuesday afternoon Brett had come upstairs with some fresh coffee. They had chatted amiably, and a spark of warm friendship seemed to spring up between the two women that obliterated completely the mistrust Millie had felt at dinner on Sunday evening. Charmed by the voluptuous blonde's cordial manner, Millie now felt Brett was very nice, and she found herself wondering if she was perhaps the female friend and confidante she had longed for. Maybe she could help with my problems, the naive young wife thought. I've never really confided in another person except for Roger and my mother, and Mother just belongs to another generation. She can't possibly understand the things Roger and I are going through, at least not the sexual problems. Brett Dawson on the other hand, might be just the sort of understanding adviser she needed, someone who had an experienced adjusted approach to sexuality. She and Pete seemed so at ease with each other, probably, she mused, because they traveled so much and had seen so much of the world.
"I've hardly been anywhere," Millie said aloud to herself. "I'm like a frightened little girl sometimes...."
As the strong summer rain drummed a hypnotic tattoo all around her, the young wife's mind began to focus on something else that had happened on mat traumatic Sunday night before Roger left for the city to work, the night when he had forced her to take his stiffly rigid penis into her mouth. Despite her fear and disgust, there were fleeting moments during the disturbing act when she had actually ... she shook in shame and confusion as she made the terrible admission to herself. . . she actually enjoyed it!
Undeniable flashes of irresistibly thrilling pleasure had rippled through her nakedly tensed young body like bolts of soft lightning, giving her a tantalizing glimpse of what untold excitement might be hers if she could only break through her deep-seated fears. And yet, at the same time, she could still hear her mother's words of warning echoing in her brain like a witches' spell: You mustn't give in to your animal appetites, Millie, or you'll be no better than an animal.
The lovely young brunette pressed the palms of her hands against her ears, hoping to shut out the inward sounds of her mother's bitter words. "Oh God help me," she moaned to herself. "I don't know what's wrong with me! I don't know what to do!"
Meanwhile in the bedroom of the downstairs apartment, Brett Dawson was standing before a full-length mirror, examining her sleekly rounded body with a keen eye. She was dressed in a pair of skin-tight cotton shorts and a matching halter top of bright mauve, a color that gave extra luminescence to her tawnily glistening skin and the pure blonde sheen of her hair. Behind her, sprawled naked on the wide double bed, having just completed a shower, her husband cast a leering glance over her nearly naked body and whistled appreciatively.
"Baby, I must say you are one hell of a luscious chick!"
"You think so, lover?" his wife asked, arching her well-shaped, carefully penciled brows in sly amusement. "Not getting too hefty around the hips, am I?"
"No baby, you're just right. Just right!" His hungry eyes roved lustily over her statuesque frame, lingering over her pointed, up-thrust breasts and then traveling lewdly down to the scantily clad perfection of her blooming hips.
There was no doubt in the sensually experienced man's mind that his wife was one in a million, and he reached down absently to fondle the tingling semi-hardness of his slowly awaking cock that was responding quickly to the appetizing vision of female allure in front of him. "It's a shame to waste it on that uptight chick upstairs," he said mischievously. "You look so good to me I could cum right now just looking."
"Mmmmmm," his wife purred, breaking into a smile.
"That's nice to know, lover. I get worried sometimes you might lose interest in me with all the cunts you have to play with at the club."
"Don't worry, baby, they can't hold a candle to you! I mean I can get granulated sugar at the supermarket, but when it comes to wild honey, there's no place like home."
Brett laughed throatily at his remark and moved quick-silver toward the bed where her muscular husband lay toying obscenely with his rapidly stiffening cock. The sultry blonde sat down next to him on the bed and let her right hand graze lightly over the rock-hard muscles of his broad chest.
"We'll have plenty of time for play later, lover," she said softly. "But if we're ever going to make any headway with little Mrs. Cole upstairs, I think I'd better get going right now. And besides, I'm in the mood for a little female love ... . "
"Yeah? Well don't get to like it too much," Pete said, lightly tweaking the tips of her opulent breasts. "Remember, this is just a trick to get the two of them set up for the club."
"Oh, I'll remember. But I can't help it if I enjoy it, can I? After all, like you always say, when you make your work pleasure, you don't mind working so much."
'True, baby, very true. Just remember to steer her into the bedroom so I can listen in. I like to have my little pleasure too, you know."
"I'll do my best. I'm hoping that'll make her receptive." Brett kissed her husband quickly, got up from the bed, and checked herself out in the mirror again. Then she walked into the kitchen where a bottle of expensive bourbon and two glasses stood on the table waiting to be used. A minute later she was knocking on the upstairs apartment door.
"Why, Brett," Millie exclaimed as she opened the door. "How nice to see you! I didn't expect you today."
"Oh," Pete was working downstairs and I got bored, so I thought you might want some company on a rainy afternoon. I brought something to drink along, too, but if you're too busy...."
"No. No, please come in. I was just brooding...."
"Brooding, eh?" the tall blonde echoed as she sailed past the petite girl into the kitchen, "I thought so. I can always tell when a woman's on edge. You're a little red around the eyes. Been crying. A dead giveaway."
"Oh, it's nothing," Millie said with a sigh as she closed the door. "Just some old problems."
"Well, I've got just the thing to cheer you up," the older woman replied, opening the bourbon bottle.
"Oh, Brett please, none for me. I hardly ever drink.
"Oh, the hell with that. Pete always says "take it when you need it." Of course, he wasn't only referring to booze but I think it applies, especially if you're feeling a little blue."
"Maybe you're right," Millie said wearily, sitting in the chair opposite her new friend.
Millie was glad that Brett was paying a surprise visit, for she still felt confused and deeply troubled, and she still welcomed the chance to have some companionship. While Brett filled two glasses with bourbon, the young wife glanced somewhat furtively at the provocative way her female visitor was dressed. Not only were her shorts snd halter surprisingly skimpy, but she realized with a titillating little jolt that the svelte blonde couldn't possibly be wearing any underwear, for the tightness of her outfit revealed no telltale lingerie marks. Yet, rather than disturb her, this realization made a rather exciting impression on the inexperienced young girl, and she felt more certain than ever that Brett might be able to help her break through her inhibitions.
"Got any ice?" her neighbor inquired.
"Sure," she answered, rising and going to the .refrigerator.
"Say, that's a cute dress you've got on," Brett said, casting an admiring glance at the young housewife, who was dressed in a demure but snug-fitting light cotton summer dress of pale green that flared in a circle around her legs. The garment was of modest design, but it more than amply displayed the abundant curves of the dark-haired young wife's shapely frame, and Brett felt a twinge of desire begin to pulsate with obscene warmth in her loins.
"Thanks," Millie replied as she pulled the tray of ice cubes out of the freezer section and began filling an ice bucket on the counter. "I like your outfit, too. I could never wear anything daring like that. I'm just not the type."
"Oh honey, who are you kidding? You've got a figure that could stop a speeding locomotive!"
"Sure. The only thing is, I think you're afraid of it. I mean you hold yourself sometimes as if you think you're ugly and believe me, nothing could be farther from the truth!" The young wife stood more erect, so that the brassier-encased fullness of her young breasts pushed out proudly against her thin cotton dress. "It's nice to hear that," she said, as she brought the ice to the table. "I must admit I do get awfully shy about ... things."
"There's no need to be, believe me." Deftly the sultry blonde filled the glasses with bourbon and ice cubes and swizzled them around so that the drinks would chill. Then she handed one of them over and smiled warmly. "To the new you," she said, raising her glass.
Millie giggled a little, feeling delightfully wicked about drinking so early in the day, but she was determined not to be frightened and childish, and so she lightly clinked glasses with her friendly neighbor. 'To the new me!"
Lifting the glass to her lips she took a deep swallow and at once she coughed, for the liquor was vastly stronger than she had anticipated. It burned hotly down her throat almost into her stomach. "Oh, that's awfully strong! My Gosh!"
"It's also very expensive, but Pete says its the best. Take smaller sips until you get used to it."
Millie could already feel herself responding to the liquor, for her skin tingled softly, and her brain, for the first time in three days, began to relax and feel mellow. "Oh," she sighed as she took another, smaller sip. "This does feel nice, though, I really need to relax." Millie and her attractive neighbor sipped their drinks. Brett gazed intently at the pretty young girl, trying to judge her mood and gauge how quickly she should begin her planned seduction. Better take it real slow, she concluded. If I go too fast she'll get scared, and then I won't be able to get within miles of her. Still, it was all she could do to restrain herself, seated so close to the radiantly beautiful young housewife. Already her warmly pulsating vaginal lips had become moist with anticipation of their lovemaking, and a tantalizing quivering was growing in her loins with steady insistency.
"Millie," she said finally, "Fm not trying to pry or anything, but. . . you seem kind of sad. Is it something about the apartment? I mean if there's anything you don't like, we can change it around."
"Oh, no ... the apartment's fine, wonderful," Millie replied quickly, feeling somewhat uneasy at Brett's direct question. "No, I guess I'm just a little edgy with Rodger away.
"I know just how you feel," her neighbor replied with sympathy, "I hate it when Pete is gone for even an hour. I miss him so much, I positively crave him when he comes back. I just kiss him and hug him ... . "
Brett's apparent sensual ease with her husband made the young wife remember fully her own difficulties, and despite herself her eyes became watery.
Quickly she drank another swallow of bourbon hoping it would keep her anxious thoughts from overwhelming her, and although her body grew flushed and surged with teasing little bursts of heat, the tears began to spill down her cheeks.
"Millie," Brett remarked in surprise, "honey, what's the matter? Gee, I didn't mean to upset you. Did I say something wrong?"
"No, no it's me. Oh Brett, I'm sorry...."
Setting down her drink, Brett rose and pulled her chair around so she could sit next to the weeping young woman. Then she embraced her gently around the shoulders.
"Just let it out, Millie," she murmured maternally, "have a real good cry."
Millie allowed herself to be drawn into Bret's seemingly friendly embrace, and like a little girl relieved to have some one to confide in, she buried her face in the fully fleshed mounds of her neighbor's soft warm breasts.
"Oh, Brett, I feel just awful. . . awful," she whispered through her tears.
"It's okay, honey. Life can get very confusing sometimes. Do you want to talk about it?"
"I don't know ... I'm so mixed up ... . "
"That's life, honey, believe me. But I don't think you should keep it all inside like that. It does help to talk about it, and maybe I can help you a little. I'll tell you what, you're really wound up tight, let's go into the bedroom and I'll give you one of my massages. I'm really good at it. It'll calm you down and you can talk and get it all out, okay?"
"Okay," the young wife said, lifting her head and brushing the tears from her eyes. "Oh, Brett, you don't know how grateful I am to have someone to talk to."
"That's what neighbors are for! Now let's go into your bedroom and don't forget to bring your drink."
Minutes later, Millie lay on her stomach, totally naked, her voluptuous young body passively pressed down against the silky bedspread while Brett knelt above her, her knees straddling Millie's thighs, and slowly massaged her back and shoulders in gentle circular motions with her cool, tapering fingers.
"You know, Millie, from what you've been telling me I think you've got a terrific fear of sex. You've got to get over that."
"Oh, I know, I know," the naked brunette replied, closing her eyes and sinking into the luxuriant warmth she experienced as Brett's expert hands traveled down to her ripely rounded buttocks and began kneading the tension away with slow artful strokes. Her brain was floating on a cloud of alcohol induced euphoria and she had been surprised when, only a few moments after she had shyly undressed and lain down on the bed, she confessed to her new friend the sexual problems she was having with her husband.
"I think it's because my mother was so frightening of men," she continued now, "but no matter what I do I'm afraid to let go. . . I always pull away at the last minute. I'm ... I'm so frightened." She was having difficulty putting her thoughts into words. Brett's hands on her buttocks and inner thighs felt so good!
Brett paused for a moment and gazed down at the young woman who was spread-eagled nakedly beneath her own skimpily clad, fully fleshed body. "Are you afraid of me?" she inquired gently.
Millie's eyes fluttered open and she twisted her head to stare directly up at her neighbor. For a moment she was taken aback, for her liquor-fogged vision made Brett seem much different than before. Her provocative beauty was much more apparent to the young wife now, and she could scarcely tear her blurred eyes away from the older woman's sensually swaying breasts, barely covered by the skin-tight halter she wore.
Brett was a stunning vision of feminine, loveliness, and exuded a quality of experience and allure, a quality Millie desperately wished to release in herself. At that moment she experienced a strange, unexpected longing ... a longing to embrace her new female friend, to hold her close. 'Afraid of you?" she repeated, somewhat confused by her feelings. "What do you mean?"
"Are you as frightened of me as you are of Roger? "When I massage your buttocks like this. ... does that scare you?"
"No ... no," Millie found herself saying, "not at all. But it's different with a woman, isn't it? I mean, you don't have to worry about anything sexual."
Brett resisted the impulse to let her mouth fall open in shock at the girl's naivete. Was it actually possible that she had never heard of sexual love between women?
After a few seconds reflection, she realized it probably was, although it was incredible to her that her young tenant could have remained so innocent. But the memory of her outraged protest to Roger the other night convinced the experienced blonde that Millie was sincere. She didn't seem to know much about sex at all. This was going to be easier than falling off a log, she mused. And it's not even immoral, it's an act of charity!
Summoning her most understanding attitude, the jaded older woman began her pitch, her interest keenly aroused by Millie's ignorance and lack of experience.
"If you can relax with me, then you can relax with men, honey. Come on, try it. Roll over on your back ... that's right. Now just relax. Let yourself float. Let me help you, darling."
Willing to try anything that might help her troubled marriage, Millie closed her eyes again and let her new friend continue to massage her naked young body. Now those magic fingers seemed to lift the accumulated tension out of her taut muscles, perhaps she's right, as her friend expertly began working on her breasts. Maybe if I can learn to relax with her, I won't be so tense with Roger. And besides, I feel so good when she touches me like that. Her hands are so cool and gentle on my breasts. Millie emitted a long, languid sigh of relief and let herself be enveloped slowly in the aura of peace that Brett was carefully constructing around her. Her body, beginning to feel ripples of inner pleasure, eased dreamily against the mattress, and her liquor-blurred brain drifted into a thoughtless, tranquil bliss. She trusted Brett now, trusted her totally.
The voluptuous blonde gazed down at the peaceful face of the beautiful girl beneath her, and her lush body began to vibrate with lesbianic longing. Lovingly she ran her hands over Millie's cream-white neck and shoulders, then softly touched the silky mounds of her breasts, squeezing them tenderly, making her nipples quiver erect in involuntary hardness. Suddenly, without warning, she leaned down and kissed the naive young girl fully on the lips. Roger's wife's eyes flew open in surprise, and Brett drew back smiling.
"Why did you do that?" Millie asked in a quavering voice.
"To see if you were still frightened of me. And you are! I can see it all over your face. You were terrified when I kissed you. You say you want to get over your fears but you get frightened at the simplest things. Why?"
"Oh Brett, I don't know," the confused young girl murmured weakly in reply. Anxiety once again began to torment her. Although her mother never thought to warn her about the dangers of female seduction, instinctively the innocent young bride felt it was unnatural, even sinful, to allow another woman to kiss her like that. Yet Brett didn't seem to think it was wrong, and she wanted and needed Brett's help!
The scheming older woman watched her inner conflict, and finally resolved to force the hesitant young girl to a decision. "Maybe I'd better go," she offered softly, "before you get to hate me."
"Why?" Millie asked.
"People often misinterpret a gesture of love, Millie. I want to help you, but maybe you're not ready for my help. I wouldn't want this to interfere with our friendship. I think I should leave."
In the bedroom below on the first floor, sprawled naked and hotly excited by what he had heard so far, Pete Dawson scowled at his wife's words. "Shit," he muttered. "What's that dizzy bitch of mine doing? She's giving up without., a struggle! Shit!! " Pressing his ear to the intercom, he gripped the achingly erect hardness of his cock and began to jerk it slowly up and down.
Upstairs, Brett had gotten off the bed and was walking slowly to the door when Millie's voice stopped her. "Please don't go, Brett," she begged. "I don't think badly of you for doing that. It's just that I'm so confused. I really do want and need your help."
"Millie, I can't stay if you're going to put up a brick wall of defensiveness every time I try to help you."
Millie was sitting up on the bed now, her entire naked young body arched toward the voluptuous blonde in an attitude of pleading. "I promise, I won't anymore. That's just what happens to me with Roger, and I know I've got to get through it somehow. Oh please help me Brett. You're my only hope." A rash of scalding tears flooded her eyes.
The older woman could hardly conceal a glimmer of triumph from her eyes as she slowly walked back to the bed. "Then let me love you, Millie," she whispered. "And let me show you how to love in return." Reaching behind her, she unhooked the clasp on her halter top. "No matter what happens, you mustn't resist. Will you try to do that?"
Her words and her intense look held the young wife in almost a hypnotic spell, and she could feel herself trembling with anticipation. Here at last was someone who was offering to show her the way out of her difficulties. She would do anything she said, anything.
"I'll ... I'll try," she stammered.
Millie watched, trembling, as Brett removed her halter top, exposing her proudly thrusting breasts to the air. The young wife caught her breath at the sight of the voluptuous woman's lush natural endowments, for they were larger than her own and gleamed a tawny copper color all over, making it obvious that she sunbathed naked, for there was no line of white such as a bathing suit would have made. They were tipped with wide circles of a darker hue, which ended in the budding protuberances of her tiny, already hardened nipples. An unexpected spasm of excitement flashed through the young wife's loins at the sight of them, and she couldn't keep from staring at the softly swaying mounds of flesh. Mesmerized she watched as the statuesque blonde kicked off her thong sandals and then unbuttoned the top of her shorts and lowered the zipper. Tantalizingly she inched the garment down over the naked, curving fullness of her hips and the sparse triangle of her dark gold pussy hair. Bending down so that her opulent breasts fell forward like two pears, she eased the shorts down over her thighs and legs, then stepped out of them daintily.
Now Brett was completely naked, her lushly ripened body glowing with the soft light that came through the rain-spattered windows. Carefully she placed her discarded garments on the chair near her, then turned to face the girl on the bed.
"You're ... you're ... really beautiful," Millie said, realizing that this was the first time in her life that she'd ever gazed on another woman totally naked.
"Thank you," Brett smiled, moving toward her. "So are you. It's very important to tell people how you're feeling when you make love, Millie. It's the only way to get to know each other. Brett lay down on the bed again beside the trembling girl, then reached out and grasped the young wife's shoulders, easing her backwards into her arms. Millie trembled at her softly sensual touch. "Now little girl," the attractive blonde murmured, smiling reassuringly, "just relax, because everything's going to be just fine. Just fine.
Slowly the sultry blonde leaned over and once again kissed Roger's wife on the lips, softly at first men with increasing ardor. A tremor of forbidden excitement coursed through Millie's frame as their lips joined. How strange it was to taste a woman's kiss, she thought, as the full sensuous pressure of Brett's lips forced her own apart slightly. Millie had thought it would be distasteful, or at best, that it would not affect her at all, but to her surprise it felt good, almost as good as it did when Roger kissed her, but more delicate and sweet.
Instinctively the young woman began to return her neighbor's caress, pressing her mouth against Bret's with unexpected conviction. Then, acting on an irresistible impulse, she let her arms flutter up to tenderly encircle the other woman's naked shoulders and was amazed to discover that this instinctive gesture increased her feelings of excitement. Soon the two women were locked in a naked embrace, desire rising with sizzling urgency between them, aided by the potent effects of the bourbon.
Pete Dawson chuckled in admiration at his wife's artful seduction, for there was not any doubt now that the young wife's first and most vigorous defenses were crumbling into dust. Man that Brett is incredible, he thought. I sure wish we had a camera up there, too, so I could watch those two luscious babes going at it. Well, maybe next year, maybe next year ... .
Upstairs, Millie Cole and Brett Dawson were embracing each other with rapidly mounting intensity. The experienced blonde's hands roved over the naive young brunette's body, hungrily squeezing and kneading her breasts, then brushing lightly over the soft expanse of her abdomen and over her firm young thighs, her fingers twining softly in the strands of dark-brown pussy hair.
Millie was surprised at the ease with which she responded to her neighbor's caress, and although her own explorations were limited only to tender kisses and running her hands shyly over the naked skin of Brett's back, she found herself amazingly free of anxiety, and her heart soared with the hope that perhaps, at long last, she was indeed discovering the key to her sexual feelings. With mounting hunger, she surrendered to Brett's deft manipulations. The tawny, golden-haired seductress, delighted at her success, levered herself up on her elbow so her lightly flicking tongue could rove down over the young housewife's shoulders and breasts. Brett was growing more and more excited as she wrapped the warm red oval of her lips around each nakedly quivering mound and felt the young girl respond eagerly with little moans and sighs. The girl didn't even resist when Brett worked her free hand between her legs and began lightly stroking the warmly throbbing entrance to Millie's cuntal split.
As she passively received all Brett's advances, it seemed to the inexperienced young wife that something wonderful was happening to her, as for the first time in her life she received warmth and tenderness from a woman!
Lulled by her new feeling, her neighbor's embrace seemed almost maternal. Her heart was beating wildly, and every inch of her nakedly tingling flesh was shimmering with warmth. She moaned with pleasure as Brett, her palm pressed against her now wetly pulsing vaginal entrance, began to move her head downwards, still licking lightly at her skin, over the velvety plane of her tummy.
The voluptuous blonde was growing hotter by the minute, and she moved with eagerness toward the downy triangle of the young wife's pussy mound. Working her manicured fingers between the soft cushions of her vaginal outer lips, she could feel that Millie was responding physically as well as mentally, for the sensitive flesh at the entrance to her pussy was slick with warm female secretions, whose musky aroma made her sensually vibrant body tingle with anticipation and lust Her own love-hungry cunt was growing damp, too. Suddenly Millie was surprised to feel Brett pull away from her. Opening her eyes, she saw the curvaceous blonde woman kneeling back on her haunches. She was slowly pulling Millie's slender, well-shaped legs apart, and Roger's wife felt a rush of air on her trembling thighs and on the outer surface of her pussy. She drew back in alarm. It was one thing, after all, to exchange warm embraces, but it was apparent that Brett's love-making was becoming more intimate, and the innocent young girl shrank from further contact, particularly there, in her most private place!
Once more Millie became prey to fear as Brett's warm tongue darted over the soft white flesh of her inner thighs getting closer and closer to her cuntal entrance. She was about to pull away and scissor her legs closed when she remembered again the evening with Roger, when her resistance to the very act Brett seemed about to perform had so angered him. Summoning all her courage, she fought down the fear that threatened to overwhelm her. I mustn't pull away now, she commanded herself, clenching her fists in tension. I mustn't! I've got to go through with this for my own good!
"Don't get scared now, Millie, Brett murmured softly, feeling the girl's naked body beginning to tense in alarm.
"No," Millie breathed weakly. "I'm all right."
At that moment Brett knew the time was right. Positioning herself between the brunette girl's thighs like a priestess before a sacrificial altar, the eager blonde placed her thumbs on the softly yielding flesh of Millie's vaginal outer lips and spread them wide, gazing raptly at the moist pink opening between them, whose walls quivered defenselessly under her probing stare.
Slowly Brett lowered her face toward the nakedly throbbing flesh, hot flashes of obscene desire rippling through her sun-darkened body as her nostrils received the sweetly pungent aroma of Millie's cunt. She had kept her own lustful hunger under control thus far, but now, at the quivering fleshy entrance of the young wife's secret flesh, she could no longer restrain herself. With a groan of lewd hunger, she dropped her head and darted her long slippery tongue snake-like up and down the full length of Millie's hair-lined, wildly quivering vaginal furrow.
The sudden contact of Brett's tongue with her wetly trembling pussy made the young wife pull back in resistance, but Brett held her gently in place. Soon wild ungovernable tremors of passions were surging through her obscenely splayed body. Suddenly Brett's lewdly probing tongue found the warm bud-like clitoris and her lips closed around it, gently teasing and sucking it into quivering erection.
Involuntarily, the young brunette gasped in absolute pleasure, for the sensation seemed to fill her with a long sensuous river of warmth that wound achingly up through her thighs and that shimmied up to every part of her sensually awakening young body.
"Oooooohhh," she groaned, as the billowing pleasure surged through her upturned cuntal flesh. "Ooohhhhhh ... your tongue, your tongue, you mustn't ... ! "
Working her way downward from the turgidly throbbing clitoris, Brett let her flicking tongue lap along the fluted wet edges of Millie's vaginal split until it reached the involuntarily contracting cuntal opening. Carefully she explored the moistly throbbing orifice, then suddenly stiffened her tongue and plunged it upwards deep into the trembling pussy depths.
The young bride jerked back, a moan of fear and arousal escaping her lips. Despite her decision not to resist, the sudden intrusion of her female neighbor's slippery tongue deep into her desire-swollen cunt was a tremendous shock, and she couldn't dispel the sense of terror and shame it aroused in her.
"Oh God, nnnoooooo!" she cried, wriggling her lushly naked body in an attempt to retreat from Brett's obscene probing mouth. Oh God, this was perversion at its worst. Horrible! Filthy!
Yet even as she fought, uncontrollable spasms of lust began to churn even more strongly in her throbbing loins, and involuntarily her aroused young body began to respond feverishly to the sleek blonde's artful tongue-fucking. Her heart thudded in her chest as the sex-hungry seductress drove her hot tongue deeper and deeper into the widening walls of her wetly dilating cunt and sent a shaft of blazing ecstasy through her body like a hot fan of pleasure unfolding inside her. Suddenly the last of her resistance was conquered. Tremors of lewd passion rocked her head to her toes, and she flailed her head back and forth in mindless ecstasy, her hair flying in every direction. She moaned wildly as Brett licked and sucked and drove her tongue stiffly into the excited recesses of her vaginal softness. "Ooohhhhhh yyyeeessssss! like that ... I love it. . . love it!"
She thrust her pelvis upward to meet Brett's lustily probing mouth with rapid mounting abandon. In the rush of newly released savage sexuality, the old Millie was left far behind, and in her place was a desire-racked female animal, nearly delirious with pleasure, responding obscenely to her first experience of love between women as though she had been waiting for it all her life. With deep groans of enjoyment, she grasped her blonde lover's head with her hands and pressed it down lewdly into her now hungrily nibbling cunt. She wanted more! More! Feverishly she ground her pussy upwards against Brett's mouth moaning all the while like a savage.
Pete Dawson listened intensely to the sounds of female pleasure coming from the intercom. His own lurid desire was fast approaching a climax, and he jerked maniacally at his long thick penis until it was red and raw. Brett's seduction of his new tenant's wife was successful beyond his wildest dreams, and his corrupt brain was flooded with fantasies and he imagined himself soon fucking his massively swollen cock into Millie's tight little cunt, fucking the hell out of her, any way he wanted it. It was only a matter of time before they could take her and Roger to the club, and then the fun would really start. He could hardly wait to see the look on her face in that moment when she realized what was in store for her there!
On the wide double bed in the apartment above him, his wife was also reeling in triumph. A thrill of sensual pride flashed through her as the naive young housewife writhed in mindless delight under her feverishly hot lips as they sucked greedily on the moist succulent flesh of her cuntal slit. Kneading the soft warmth of Millie's buttocks with one hand, she worked the other down between her own legs to play with her wildly pulsating clitoris while she fucked her tongue in and out of the passion-starved vaginal depths of the brunette housewife. The wildness of the girl's movements, however, made her rapidly abandon her efforts at self-induced pleasure, for it required all her strength to hold the wriggling hips and buttocks sufficiently still to drive her tongue inside Millie's drenched cuntal interior.
The naked young wife suddenly cried as new waves of excruciating passion passed through her shamelessly aroused body ... vaginal lips flared open hungrily and the quivering walls of her cuntal passage clutched at Brett's thrusting tongue, trying to pull it even deeper inside. In a flash, she realized that she was about to cum. But it was different than before. She wasn't afraid, didn't feel compelled to hold herself back as she always did with Roger! Led by Brett's skillful tongue-fucking to the ultimate peak of pleasure, she was able to give in completely, with ease, to the churning need for release that was stirred up so deep within her. With a savage groan of delight, she wrapped her quaking legs around her beautiful neighbor's head and mewled in rapture as a crescendo of tumultuous excitement exploded in her loins. "I'm cumming!"
Her nakedly writhing young body was consumed with a cascade of unbelievable sensual delight, and she was sure she would explode into a million pieces from the overwhelming force of her release. Her madly contracting cuntal walls were consumed with liquid fire as her female lubricants gushed from her, spreading over Brett's still whirling tongue. Her head tossed from side to side and her hands gripped the blonde's long golden tresses tightly as the rapture mounted to madding heights.
Below them, Pete had also reached his pinnacle of orgasm and he cried out in raw male lust and his tightly gripped cock suddenly squirted forth thick streams of hot white cum. like an obscene fountain, he spilled his scalding seed shamelessly on the blue cover of the bed, mingling his own grunts and cries of release with those of Roger's wife. In his mind the naive young girl was screaming up to him that she was cumming; it was his cock bringing her that sweet rapture. Finally he too, was drained of desire and he lay back contentedly, completely satisfied....
The prospect of Roger's return filled Millie with warm anticipation, for the three days just past, starting with Brett's electrifying visit, had brought amazing changes in the voluptuous young wife, changes that she was sure were going to improve the climate of their marriage.
A warm flush spread over her languidly relaxed young body as she thought over the events of the past few days. Every afternoon her new neighbor had come upstairs to visit, and each time she had devoted herself to breaking down Millie's deep-seated fears of sex.
With infinite patience, the alluring blonde woman, aided by generous doses of bourbon had led the naive young bride deeper and deeper into her own treasure house of sexuality. Whenever Millie's resistance and fears threatened to overwhelm her, Brett had reminded her of her problems with Roger, and of the necessity of overcoming them if she didn't want her marriage to disintegrate.
Three long afternoons the two voluptuous females had spent locked in each other's arms, exploring each other's bodies and giving each other every imaginable sensual delight that the fertile brain of the calculating older woman could devise. And she had spiced her lessions liberally with her personal philosophy of pleasure, until by Friday evening Millie's old views of sex and morality had been turned around until they were distorted almost out of recognition. Placing everything within the context of marital love, the devious blonde had totally convinced the naively trusting girl that nothing was forbidden when you were truly free.
Now on the morning of her husband's return, Millie felt eternally grateful to Brett, for the pleasure she had experienced under her expert tutelage had opened up whole new worlds to her, worlds she was anxious to share with her handsome, hard-working husband.
"I can hardly wait to tell Roger about this," she murmured happily as she got out of bed and slipped a light cotton robe over her naked body. Brett's encouraged her to sleep in the nude, something she had never dared to do before. "Of course I won't tell him everything, not yet. . . " for Brett had also warned her against revealing the details of their liaison, "but I just know he's going to be surprised."
CHAPTER FOUR
It was just a little before noon when a blue VW pulled off the main highway and drove steadily up the narrow, winding mountain road toward the Dawson farm. Inside Roger Cole struggled to keep his eyes carefully fixed on the road, fighting the fatigue that threatened to overwhelm him.
It had been a hard week in the city, the weather had been hot and muggy, and his temper, strained to the breaking point the previous weekend with Millie, was dangerously out of control. It was all he could do to keep from snarling at some of his more demanding fares, he remembered. He had been half-tempted to quit in the middle of the week, but he couldn't especially now that they had borrowed money from Millie's parents for the vacation apartment. And no other job would give him as much freedom while he was finishing school. No, much as he hated it, he had to keep going.
To make matters worse, he'd been horny all week! His thoughts wandering to the voluptuous beauty of Brett Dawson, remembering Tier seductive hip-swinging walk across the patio on the morning they moved in and the photographs of her sun-drenched nakedness in the pictures. Roger was beginning to yeam for the full-blooded responsive woman like that, and he wasn't looking forward to another weekend of tension and sexual uptightness with Millie. It wasn't enough that she submit to him under pressure, as she had the night before he left, or just lay there passive and frightened. If their marriage was ever going to work, he thought, she was going to have to break down her sexual barriers soon. With a sigh, he realized that he'd gone over and over this same mental territory a hundred times that week, and he still couldn't see a solution.
"Shit!" he muttered, "I've got the most beautiful wife in state, a nice place for the summer, and a steady job, and it doesn't mean a damn thing!" He felt like a prisoner behind invisible bars, a caged animal surrounded by frustration.
At that moment he reached the driveway to the house and turned into it carefully, and pulled to a stop in front of the patio. As he turned off the ignition, he realized that Pete Dawson's extremely attractive wife was sitting in a chair next to a small round table on which there was a tall glass of something cool. She was dressed in the briefest red bikini the handsome young man had ever seen, so scanty that she was nearly naked. The skimpy garment barely covered her lushly rounded breasts, and he could see most of the deep cleft between them. The bottom half was so narrow that he could clearly see strands of golden pubic hair peeking out from the edges of the narrow crotch band. She wore a pair of large wrap-around sunglasses studded with rhinestones, and her glistening blonde hair was coiled carelessly on top of her head.
"Hi, there," she called amiably as he got out of the car. "How was the city?"
"Same," he replied, sauntering over to the patio with what he hoped was an air of nonchalance. The sight of the bronzed female had an immediate effect on the young husband. The crotch of his tight jeans throbbed with a faint warmth and his long penis stiffened against his thigh. "You look like you're enjoying yourself," he said, trying to avoid looking at her provocatively undraped form too closely.
"Too damn hot to do anything but sit in the fresh air and relax. You really look beat. Hard week?"
"Hard isn't the word for it," he sighed. "A real bitch."
"Well, now that you're here, you can take it easy. That's what you got this place for, isn't it?"
"Right," he smiled. "Where's Millie?"
"She and Pete went to the town for groceries. I can't imagine what's keeping them," Brett replied innocently, knowing full well that Pete would keep Millie out of the way for at least another hour.
The news that his wife wasn't home annoyed Roger, unreasonably, he knew, but nonetheless her unexpected absence only increased his irritation with the entire fabric of his life.
"Why don't you come inside where it's cooler?" Brett invited, "and I'll make us a pitcher of something. You can unwind, and then you can go upstairs and shower."
Brett's dazzling smile was all the invitation the tired young man needed. What the hell, he figured, if Millie is too busy shopping to be here when I get home, there's no reason I should just sit upstairs waiting for her!
At about twelve-thirty Pete Dawson was driving his shiny black convertible up the main street of the village toward the supermarket. With luck, Brett's got old Roger wrapped around her little finger by now, he thought. But just to make sure, I guess I should stall around a little more with Millie to give her plenty of time.
He pulled to a stop in front of a gleaming new supermarket, and Millie spotting the car immediately, stepped forward from the shade of the building pushing a cart filled with groceries ahead of her. Pete watched with relish as she neared the car, his eyes, hidden behind opaque sunglasses, traveling the full length of her modestly garbed, but still ravishing body.
She wore a snug-fitting yellow sundress, and her long dark hair was tied back loosely with a bright pink and orange scarf. Pete's restless cock throbbed thickly at the sight of her. He's been waiting all week for his chance to stuff his long hard penis up into that tight little cunt of hers, and tonight, he thought, might be the night, at least it would be if he could get the attractive marrieds to the club. Once there, hopefully Brett would take care of Roger, leaving his curvaceous, nearly virginal wife to him.
"Sorry I'm so late," he apologized and Millie got into the car, his brow furrowed in worry.
"It's okay," she said doubtfully. "I do want to get back to the house soon, though. Roger should be back by now."
"We'll be back in ten minutes," her muscular neighbor replied breezily, getting out of the car to load groceries in the back seat. Then once she was seated in the front seat, he got in on his side and started the car, easing it expertly out into the traffic.
Millie tried to appear unconcerned, but she had been waiting for over an hour in front of the supermarket, and Pete had promised he'd have her back home by twelve. Now it was nearly one, and she knew it was at least a twenty minute drive back to the house, even given her landlord's high-speed driving which left her breathless and a little uneasy. But they had been driving only a few minutes when Pete suddenly pulled over to the side of the road.
"Jesus, I nearly forgot," he said. "Brett and I want you and Roger to come to our club tonight for dinner and drinks. They've even got a pool there. I was supposed to check it out with you and then call for reservations, and Brett'll have a fit if I forget. Do you think you'd like to come?"
"It sounds lovely," Millie replied, fighting down her impatience at the new delay. "But I should check with Roger to see how he feels, first"
"Oh, don't worry about him. Brett will talk him into it. It gets pretty crowded there on weekends, so I think we'd better go back to town and I'll call from there. It'll only take a minute.
Before Millie could register a protest, he had made a quick turn and was on his way back into the village.
Meanwhile, back at the house, Roger and Brett were seated in the living room of the Dawsons apartment draining the last of the delicious spiked punch that the attractive blonde had made.
"Aaaaaaahhhh," Millie's young husband sighed, as he took a deep swallow of the refreshing cold drink. "You were right, Brett this is just what I needed." The handsome young man was feeling much more relaxed than he had when he arrived, and now he looked around the comfortable furnished room, once again admiring the relaxed and casual lifestyle his landlords shared.
Leaning back on the sofa, Roger surveyed his surroundings and his hostess, and found himself wishing that his own life were more like the Dawsons! Carefree and casual, and, yes, sexually uninhibited. He couldn't imagine Millie displaying the easy languidness Brett seemed to exude from every pore as she sat opposite him, her long bare legs tucked demurely under her on the couch as she sipped her drink and looked at him with her bright, always amused, blue eyes. It seemed to the young husband that her eyes could read him like a book, right down to his most secret thoughts, and he found the idea a little disconcerting, particularly since, in his fatigued condition, the punch was affecting him immediately, and his thoughts were of a distinctly sexual nature.
"When did you say Millie and Pete would be back?" he asked, beginning to feel a little restless.
"Soon, don't worry. Millie is safe with Pete, of course," she said, arching eyebrows provocatively and taking another sip of her drink, "I'm not so sure Pete is safe with her."
Roger emitted a burst of laughter at her remark, thinking of Millie's sexual reserve, so extreme it bordered on frigidity. "I don't really think you have anything to worry about, Brett," he assured her. "Millie just isn't the type to make a play for somebody elses husband." Or for her own husband, either, he thought a little bitterly.
"And ... how about you?"
"Me? What do you mean?"
"Do you ever make a play for other people's wives? It's not uncommon nowadays, you know."
Something about the tone of the lushly built blonde's voice produced an immediate sensual response in the slightly inebriated young man. Her words seemed to have a definite note of invitation and suggestion in them, or was it only the punch affecting his perception and making him imagine what he wanted, rather than the reality? He glanced over at her, to find that she was staring at him directly, although he couldn't be sure he understood the exact significance of her glance.
"I never have so far," he replied. "How about you?"
"Oh sometimes when I meet someone particularly attractive, like you, for instance."
Roger's heart beat faster at her words. It seemed to him that she was practically declaring to him her interest. It wasn't the first time a woman had come on to him like that, but never before had someone attempted to seduce him in her own living room, with her husband and his wife due home at any moment.
"Doesn't Pete mind? Or doesn't he know," the aroused young man asked, deliberately avoiding any mention of her reference to him.
"Oh, Pete has his life and I have mine. You see, we have what you might call an arrangement."
"What sort?" Roger asked, trying to appear as at ease with this new piece of information as his hostess seemed to be in giving it, although inwardly her announcement filled him with curiosity and excitement.
"We each feel free to do whatever we want, as long as it doesn't interfere with our relationship. Whenever we can, we try to include each other in our little adventures, though that's not always the case."
"You mean you go in for swinging and all that stuff?" the astonished young man asked, using the current word to describe the fad for sex orgies between married couples.
"That's one way of putting it, yes. Although we prefer to consider it just living freely."
Roger let out a long low whistle at her revelation. He'd heard stories about wife-swapping and things like that, but this was the first time he'd knowingly found himself face to face with someone who actually indulged in the practice.
"Are you shocked?"
"No, of course not ... " but actuality, he did find her frank admission somewhat upsetting, and his mind began to churn with speculations. Did she and Pete have designs on him and Millie? Was that why they'd been so helpful solicitous? He hoped that wasn't the case. After all, he wasn't about to share his wife with anybody else. He might consider having a little fling on the side, but he felt the usual male reluctance to allow his wife the same indulgence.
On the other hand, Brett's mention of an arrangement also conjured up lewd and provocative pictures in his mind, having nothing to do with his dark-haired wife. He suddenly imagined himself wildly fucking the voluptuous woman opposite him, free to explore her sensual body without any restraint of restrictions. The image caused him to have an instantaneous and full erection, and it was only with great difficulty that he continued to speak.
"Listen, I'm a man, I hear all kinds of things, get propositioned too...."
"I can believe that," Pete's wife replied softly. "You're some hunk of man. And you mean to say you always turn them down?"
"Yeah. At least since I've been married." The conversation was beginning to make Roger feel a little foolish. Comforted with Brett's self-assured admissions of extra-marital affairs, his strict monogamy seemed childish, although it had never appeared that way to him before.
"Why?"
"Well, I am married," he said, a little defensively.
"And sexually you're perfectly satisfied with that?" the young husband couldn't bring himself to answer her question, not when his feelings were in such a turmoil over that very subject. "Because if you're not," the svelte blonde purred, settling down her drink and gettiup from the couch. "there are alternatives ... . "
Slowly she moved around the coffee table and perched on the arm of his chair, letting her scarlet-tipped fingers lightly brush away the shock of brown hair that fell engagingly over his forehead.
"You mean swapping? like you and Pete? Roger could barely restrain himself from reaching out and grabbing the jutting mound of her breasts which was only inches from his face. "I don't think Millie would go for it."
"I think you might be underestimating your wife," Brett smiled, "but there are other things ... " Her cool fingers traced the line of his profile, and the musky aroma of her perfume was driving him crazy.
"Such as?" he asked, his voice thickening with lust at her inviting nearness, and his cock straining thickly against his muscular thigh. Deftly she dropped her hand down directly on top of the pulsing mound and a painfully erotic spasm coursed through the frustrated young man's body at the sudden contact.
"Why don't you guess?"
Scarcely knowing what he was doing, but unable to restrain himself any longer, Roger suddenly found himself rising out of his chair and pulling the seductive blonde close to him. His lips pressed hungrily down on hers in a torrid kiss, and he trembled with long-repressed desire as her tongue darted, as greedily as his own, over his lips and teeth, and her arms wound around him, running over the surface of his back, down to the rock-hard half-moons of his buttocks.
Seizing them in her hands, she pulled his pelvis against her own, lewdly rotating her hips as she did so, so that his lust hardened penis ground against the yielding flesh of her naked abdomen. So hotly aroused was he that he had to pull away an instant later for fear he would cum in his pants!
Brett smiled, her eyes dark with lust as she reached out and began unbuckling the belt of his tight jeans. Astounded, Roger stopped her by grabbing her wrists.
"Brett, be sensible," he commanded. "Pete and Millie'll be back any minute."
"Then that means we have to move fast, doesn't it?" the irresistible blonde replied. "Unless you're one of those guys who gets scared at the last minute and backs down. Are you?" she asked challengingly.
"Scared? Hell no, I'm not scared!"
"Then show me. Stuff your big cock up into my cunt and make me cum and show me you're not scared," she said through gritted teeth.
Her obscene language only increased the young husband's rapidly mounting lust, but still he hesitated, unable to take the final, irrevocable step.
Sensing his doubt, Brett moved close to him again, pressing her lushly ripened body against his and whispering hotly into his ear.
"Ever since I first laid eyes on you, I've wanted you to fuck me, wanted it like crazy. My pussy goes insane whenever you come within ten feet of me. You're all man, honey, and that's what I like. You want me, too, I know it, I can feel it. Don't you?"
"Oooooohhhhh yeeeesss," Roger breathed, his hands, acting without his conscious control, roving over the silky texture of her nearly naked back.
"Then let's do it, now, because we want each other!"
The sex-starved young husband couldn't hold back an instant longer. He was tired of waiting for his frigid wife to wake up to sex, tired of holding his own strong feelings in restraint. This was the kind of situation men dreamed about, a sultry blonde, ready and willing and practically begging him to fuck her. Millie would never know, it was just a much-needed fling ... .
Fighting down the last residue of doubt and indecision, the young husband threw his arms around her almost naked body and once again crushed his mouth against hers, kissing her savagely, unleashing all the animal desire he had kept so carefully under wraps for months. Their tongues mingled hotly, darting out and in, and they both moaned little gasping sounds of lust and their hands explored each other's bodies. Roger reached around to the clasp on her scanty bikini top, and in an instant had removed the flimsy garment freeing her haughtily thrusting breasts, that were tipped with deep red nipples that immediately began to contract tightly upon contact with the air. With a lusty moan, the young husband buried his head between them, licking the light film of salty-tasting sweat that had gathered there. Then, seizing first one and then the other soft warm mound between his lips, he began to suck and bite the tips into rubbery hardness.
"Oh, that's it, lover, that's the way I like it, oooohhhh!" Brett squealed, and began pulling at the zipper of his dungarees, while he continued to suck at her roundly swaying breasts. Opening his fly all the way, she reached inside, past the opening of his cotton shorts, and searched until her hand found the rock-hard shaft of his nearly bursting cock. Carefully she withdrew it from the confines of his "pants, and it sprang erect like the mast of a ship, straining with eager passion.
"Oh baby," she sighed, running her tapering fingers over its velvety surface down to the pulsing, hammer-like head. "It's even better than I thought. Christ, I can't wait to feel it inside my pussy!"
Her lewd words, combined with the excruciatingly exciting pressure she deftly applied to his throbbing hardness made Roger feel like a primitive jungle chieftain. Thundering passion tore through his sex-denied body like lightening, and all thoughts of his wife were banished from his mind as he was consumed with only one desire: to ram his blood-engorged cock up to the hilt into the tantalizing blonde's tight little pussy.
Brett groaned and pulled away from his hotly probing hands, lowered the bottom of her bikinis and kicked them away, revealing her lush body fully naked, brown from the sun from top to bottom. Then standing upright, she spread her statuesque legs apart, jutted her hips forward lewdly, and began obscenely fingering the flesh of her glistening pink cunt. "Look," she cooed, her eyes glazed with sensual arousal, "I'm real wet already ... all you have to do is put your beautiful big pole inside. Don't even take your clothes off, just pull your pants down and do it now, before they come back. Hurry lover, I'm creaming for you!"
The lust driven young husband shoved his jeans down around his knees. He was breathing hard, his heart thudding like a hammer banging on an anvil, as he positioned himself before her appetizingly naked body, so that his angrily erect cock swayed like a steel crane before the sculpted columns of her widely open thighs. He bent his knees slightly and gripped the smooth flesh of her flaring hips wide for support, while Brett as eager as he, reached down and grasped his rigidly hard shaft with her cool hands and guided it to the split.
Roger pressed forward slightly and the ruddy bulbous head slid inside her wetly throbbing vagina easily, her muscles closing around it in a tight fleshy ring of sensation that almost drove him mad with desire. Provocatively, the amoral blonde wiggled her sun-tanned hips in a circular motion, sucking the thick pole of hard flesh up inside her cunt, each delicious motion sending hot thrills of lust through the adulterous husband's loins. Finally his massively hardened penis was all the way in, the lust-swollen cock-head connecting electrically with the sensitive mouth of her cervix.
Slowly he drew back, then thrust forward, Brett groaned deeply as his hotly pulsating hardness rammed up inside her belly, and she tightened her cuntal muscles against the hungrily probing shaft of flesh, forcing it into even greater hardness.
Roger shifted his position slightly and slipped his hands around to grip the fleshy half-moons of her buttocks, squeezing and kneading them and pulling her standing figure tighter against him as he began to fuck her in earnest, slicing into her wetly contracting cunt with ling, slamming strokes. With each plunging blow, Brett arched her body to receive him even further to take his massively swollen cock in as far as possible.
"Oh yyyyeeesss," she burst out. "Do it like that! Harder! Oh I love fucking standing up..." She mewled and moaned helplessly as the merciless shaft of male hardness plunged in and out, in and out at an ever increasing tempo.
The ravishing blonde woman writhed and squirmed her supple rounded body, loving the hotly delicious mixture of pleasure and pain the engulfed her. Already she felt near release, that eagerly looked forward to the tumultuous explosion that would soon take place. Mmmmmmmmm, yes, she thought as their two bodies began to move in perfect rhythm, a real fast one now, hard and fast. Then tonight at the club, we'll do it again slower, much slower.
Roger too, was rapidly approaching his orgasm. It hadn't taken him long to get excited, and the idea that his wife and Pete might return any minute increased his sense of sexual urgency. His scalding seed was churning like molten lava in his hard, swaying balls, and he struggled to hold back so that he wouldn't cum too soon. But suddenly Brett began to gyrate against him so wildly he knew he couldn't contain himself much longer.
"I'm going to cum soon, baby," he groaned through gritted teeth.
"Oh cum, honey cuuuummm ... cause I'm gonna be right there with you! Your cock into me hard!! Now! Now!"
Her eyes rolled uncontrollably in her head as Roger began to drive into her welcoming cuntal depths with the force of a jackhammer, thrusting his tautly flexing hips back and forth, ramming his long thick cock into her hungrily clutching vaginal flesh like a carnal beast of the jungle. Suddenly he threw his head back as his orgasm overwhelmed him with galvanic force.
"Ah ... ah ... AAAHHHHH!" he cried out as the first jets of white-hot liquid exploded from his wildly jerking penis and into her convulsing little cunt. Simultaneously, Brett began to cry out in a frenzy of her own, as her vaginal walls began to tighten even more greedily than before around his sperm-gushing cock as though she wanted to suck it dry. At the same time a torrent of feminine moisture flooded copiously out of her lust-swollen vaginal interior, down around Roger's still hard and plunging cock and over her fleshy inner thighs. She wailed incoherently as her orgasm pummeled through her sexual tensed frame. Hardly had the last drop of Roger's churning hot cum been deposited in her wetly twitching pussy when the sound of a car pulling into the driveway told the two illicit lovers, that their respective mates had returned.
Quickly the adulterous young husband withdrew his softening cock and pulled up his shorts and jeans, while Brett raced into the bathroom for a towel, dried herself off, and slipped back into her bikini.
"This'll be our secret," she whispered conspiratorially to him, kissing him lightly on the lips. "A lovely secret, by the way ... . "
That night the Coles and the Dawsons were driving in Pete's black convertible through the warm summer night towards the club. Despite his fatigue, Roger had welcomed the invitation as a diversion from the necessity of confronting either his wife or the fact of his infidelity.
Millie, was too looking forward to the evening.
Determined to show her husband how much she had changed in his absence, she thought a relaxing evening with their landlords might be just the prelude needed for a long night of love-making. The Dawsons of course, felt keen anticipation for the night ahead, for unknown to their guests, they planned, if at all possible, to "initiate" them into the intimate organization, and thus fulfill their membership requirements, which obliged them to bring in one new couple each year.
Pete and Brett were in the front seat, the landlord at the steering wheel and his wife snuggled next to him. She was wearing a tight scarlet pants suit that clung to her roundly curvaceous figure like a second skin, and her golden blonde hair was arranged in elaborate twists and curls.
Behind them, in the back seat, sat Roger and Millie, sitting close but not quite touching, a trifle wary of each other's moods and feelings. Millie had tried to look her best that night, hoping to excite some feeling of romance in her oddly distant husband. Her hair hung loosely around her shoulders, and she was wearing a tight cream-colored sheath, the lowest-cut, daring dress she owned. Even though Roger had complimented her on her appearance that night, there was something indifferent about his attitude that bothered her. Attributing it to fatigue and perhaps lingering tension from the previous weekend, she did her best to put it out of her mind.
"What sort of club is this?" she asked as the car turned into the long, tree-lined drive that wound through the dense woods.
"Oh, it's strictly for married couples," Brett replied. "Some place to go to have fun. There's not much to do around here except for the movies and the local bars, so a bunch of us got together and started our own place. There's a bar, dance floor, a pool and lots of private rooms where you can go for ... oh privacy or whatever."
Settled against the comfortably upholstered back seat of the car, Roger suddenly recalled Brett's hints earlier about wife-swapping and "arrangements." A glimmer of suspicion about the real purpose of the club crossed his mind, but after considering it, he decided the evening would be harmless. The Dawsons after all, knew how uptight Millie was, and they surely wouldn't pull a stunt like bringing them to a sex club without warning them.
A few minutes, later, they pulled up in front of a large two story building. It was completely square, made of concrete and glass, with a wide balcony that extended all the way around the second floor, and carefully landscaped lawns and shrubs.
"Impressive," Roger said appreciatively as they got out of the car.
"A lot of people around here are really loaded," Pete explained as they made their way up the wide front steps to the glass doors that opened into the front lobby. "Everybody gave what they could spare, and there were some that had plenty to spare. Of course we all pay dues every year, too."
Inside the two couples found themselves in a small, intimately lit lounge, with small tables, a bar and a checkroom for coats. A number of couples were at the tables drinking, and they turned to look at the new arrivals. Pete steered them toward a small table in the corner that was free.
"Let's have a drink first," he suggested, "and then I'll show you the rest of the place. This room's self-service, so tell me what you want and I'll go get it."
"How about a big pitcher of martinis?" Brett volunteered. "Just the thing to get us nice and mellow."
"That okay with you two?"
"Fine," Roger replied.
"Be back in a jiffy." Pete strode toward the bar, waving greeting so friends as he passed their tables.
"What do you think of the place?" Brett asked, taking a cigarette out of the pack on the table.
'it's really beautiful," Millie answered, looking around as her husband leaned over to light Brett's cigarette.
"This is nothing. Wait until you get a load of the rest of it."
At that moment another figure approached the table. "Brett dear girl," he said in a high, somewhat raspy voice, "How nice to see you!"
"Leo, you old darling, how are you?"
The Coles turned to greet their visitor and found themselves confronted with a poorly man in his mid-forties wearing skin-tight trousers, so snug that the line of his underwear could be seen clearly, as well as the obscene bulge of his cock. He had on a dark blue sports shirt open nearly to the navel, and white loafers. His face was pudgy, with a somewhat decadent cast. His eyes were small and nearly black, his nose hooked, and almost beak-like, and his lips were thick and soft. A fringe of grayish hair sprouted from his nearly bald head. To Roger's and Millie's surprise, Brett rose from the table and threw her arms around the bulky man's shoulders kissing him enthusiastically on the mouth.
"This is Leo Nickles," the voluptuous blonde said, turning to her guests, "our father confessor. The club was his idea in the first place, Leo, this is Millie and Roger Cole, our new tenants."
"Well, well, well, a pleasure!" he said, holding out his hand to Roger, who rose and took it, resisting a feeling of instant dislike for the heavy-set man. Leo shook his hand vigorously. Then as Roger sat down, he turned his attention to Millie. "So you're Mrs. Cole?" he said, his narrow eyes quickly taking in her curvaceous body. "Pete and Brett said you were pretty, but they didn't do you justice, my dear."
'Thank you," the young bride murmured softly, blushing faintly with embarrassment.
"Why don't you join us, Leo?" Brett invited. "Pete's just gone for some martinis."
"Why, thank you, I don't mind if I do." The heavy-set man pulled a chair over to the table and sat down.
"Is Eddie here tonight?" Pete's wife inquired.
"No, she's in New York for a week. Eddie's my wife," he explained to the Coles, "I'm sorry she's not here, she'd have loved to meet you. Especially you, Roger. She has an eye for handsome young men."
Roger nodded and smiled, though he was feeling more and more uncomfortable and he began to wonder if his earlier hunch about the club hadn't been accurate, after all. At that moment, Pete returned with a pitcher of martinis and a try of glasses.
"Ah, Leo," he said enthusiastically as he sat down the drinks. "So you've met our guests."
"Yes, yes a delightful pair."
"I'll have to get another glass," Pete realized, now that Leo had joined them.
"No, don't bother. I'll just sip from Brett's. I'm quite drunk already, as you've probably all noticed by now, and I must take it a little slower. No more than three gallons a night." He threw back his head and laughed merrily at his joke, and the others joined in his amusement, as Pete poured drinks into the stemmed glasses.
Leo stayed at the table for quite some time, regaling them with stories and anecdotes about his life, most of them rather risque. At first both Roger and Millie were put off by his antics, but at they grew progressively more inebriated from the first pitcher of martinis and then a second, they found themselves enjoying the heavy-set man's lewd brand of humor. Roger noted with curiosity that his wife, usually reserved and chilly towards anything that smacked of a "dirty" story, seemed to be enjoying herself immensely, laughing uproariously as the fat man rambled on and on. Soon Leo was directing most of his remarks to her, and she seemed delighted with the attention.
"Millie dear," he said finally, "you are the most charming young thing I've met in ages. Roger let me congratulate you on snagging such a sweet creature. I'm afraid I'm monopolizing her a bit, I hope you don't mind."
"Not at all," the muscular young husband replied, feeling woozy and euphoric himself from all he had had to drink.
"Good," Leo replied, "In that case, I claim the right to conduct this young lady on a guided tour of the club!"
He stood up and extended his arm to Millie who giggled, rose from her seat, and slipped her arm into his.
"Oh, I don't feel like going yet," Brett said. "I haven't finished my drink."
"I'll go with them and see they don't get into any trouble," Pete volunteered. "Then who the hell's going to stay here with me?" the blonde demanded drunkenly.
"I will," Roger offered, laughing.
"Sure I can trust you with my wife, old boy?" Pete asked, leering suggestively.
"Sure, sure," Roger replied, gulping back a momentary flash of guilt as he recalled the torrid coupling he and Brett had shared that afternoon. Did Pete know about it? No, she'd said it would be their secret.
"Fine..." Pete said. Turning, he saw that Leo had already started toward the interior of the club with Millie linked to his arm, "Christ, I'd better get going. See you later."
Brett and Roger watched the other three exit through a door into another part of the club, then they slowly turned to face each other. It seemed to Millie's adulterous spouse that the svelte older woman's eyes sparkled like sapphires, burning with an intense inner fire.
"Hi," she aid in a low, sultry voice.
"Hi," he replied, mesmerized by her spellbinding beauty, and growing warm with the memory of their electrifying encounter that afternoon. In his drink-fogged state, he found himself once again drawn irresistibly to his landlord's wife, who moved around the table to sit in the chair directly next to his, her closeness and her tantalizing aroma of her perfume causing his long penis to stir restlessly with the steady throbbing excitement he always seemed to feel when she was around.
"I'll let you in on a little secret," she murmured, gazing adoringly at the tongue-tied young service attendant. "I was hoping we'd have some time alone tonight, so I could tell you how much I enjoyed the way you tamed me this afternoon."
Her mascara-rimmed eyelashes fluttered flirtatiously at him as she spoke. "But it was so fast, you know? I like to take my time usually, so I can get to know a man ... completely." She let her long pink tongue lick salaciously, yet delicately, around the edges of her parted scarlet lips.
Roger smiled at her, feeling nearly hypnotized by the potent combination of her directness and her voluptuously inviting beauty. Something about this ravishing older woman called up the wild, savage part of his nature, the raw masculinity that he had kept under control for too long. Despite, or perhaps because of the fact that she violated every social taboo he could think of with complete aplomb, her uninhibited sensuality acted on him like a magnet. Her deceptively innocent blue eyes promised excitement and every curving inch of her spectacular body radiated experienced eroticism. She made his life with Millie seem so drab and colorless. Suddenly, his hard young body jerked in surprise, as he felt the tempetuous blonde's hand graze intimately upwards over his thighs to the budding mound of his rapidly stiffening cock, making the thick girthed shaft swell with a renewal of aching desire and stretch hungrily against the fabric of his fawn-colored trousers. Concealed by the table, she began to rotate the palm of her hand slowly, tantalizingly against his tautly straining pole of hot flesh, all the while smiling wickedly. "Feel good?"
"So good you'd better be careful."
"Mmmmmmmm ... that's nice. I like to make a man feel good. How would you like it if I took you on a private little tour of the premises ... say to one of the private rooms upstairs?"
The excited young husband's immediate impulse was to go, go anywhere and anytime she wanted, but a vivid picture of his innocent young wife flashed a warning into his brain, reminding him once again that he was married, with responsibilities that couldn't be shrugged off for a momentary whim.
Seeing him hesitate, Brett slowed the motion of her lasciviously stroking hand. "Thinking about Millie?" she asked, arching her eyebrow knowingly.
Roger nodded and looked away, fishing the olive out of his martini glass. Again he was amazed at how well the attractive woman seated next to him seemed to know him.
"Brett, I want to come with you, believe me. Hell, after this afternoon, there's nothing I'd like better in the world. But this is all pretty new to me. and I don't want to hurt Millie. I mean, you said yourself that you and Pete are free to do anything you want, as long as it doesn't hurt your marriage. I just don't know what this would do to Millie and me."
"I don't think you have to worry about Millie so much. We had a few long talks while you were in the city, and my guess is she's going to break out of her naive little shell any minute now. And once she does, she won't care what you do or who you do it with, as long as she gets hers, too. And as long as you .stay together. Fm not so sure...."
Brett squeezed his thickening cock hard with her long tapering fingers, making the indecisive young man nearly groan aloud from the excruciatingly pleasurable pressure.
"What are you afraid of, Roger? That your cozy little world will suddenly evaporate? Are you using your wife's problems as an excuse to avoid confronting your own?"
"No, not at all," Roger replied, a little defensively.
"Then come upstairs with me, beautiful, and show me. . . show me what you can do with that beautiful cock of yours when you've got time to really have fun!"
"And don't worry about Millie," she said reassuringly, as she took his hand and began walking toward the door. "Leo and Pete will keep her busy for quite a while."
CHAPTER FIVE
In another part of the extravagantly decorated building, Leo, holding Roger's inebriated young wife by the arm, led the way down a dimly lit corridor. Pete trailed behind them, his eyes riveted to the wriggling, rounded bottom of the well-built brunette, whose body was only moments away from being his to enjoy. His hand fondled the stiffened flesh of his cock through the pocket of his snug-fitting expensive sports slacks, and he barely listened to Leo's incessant chatter.
"So you see, Millie," the balding older man was saying, "the club was not only primarily my idea, but I am also its' principal benefactor. It's nice to be able to socialize in such a beautiful setting, don't you think? Edie and I like to meet young people, particularly ones as attractive as you and your husband. It keeps us young too. Now I have a very special surprise to show you, a new addition to the premises, so new in fact, it hasn't even been opened to the members yet, although it will be next weekend."
They came to a stop at the end of the hall facing a large double door of opaque glass. Leo fumbled in his pockets for the keys, the tightness of his pants making his bulky flesh bulge like swollen rubber as he squirmed his hand around inside. Finally he found them, and with a ceremonious air, unlocked and opened the door. Inside was a huge indoor swimming pool. The room was done entirely in multi-colored tiles, floor and ceiling, giving it an almost hallucinatory quality of swirling colors and bright erotic design. Modernistic tables, chairs and couches were arranged along the sides, and the pool itself was an enormous rectangle filled with brilliant blue water and lit by colored lights from beneath.
"Oh, it's so beautiful," Millie gasped. "Really beautiful!"
"Thank you, dear. I had it built for the winter. But for tonight it's our very own. Go on in and look around."
The young wife followed his suggestion, swaying a little on her feet once she was deprived of the support of Leo's arm. Watching her unsteady progress from the doorway, Leo winked conspiratorially at Pete.
"Pretty little thing, Pete, very pretty and very drunk. Shall we...'initiate' her?"
"Shit, I hope so! I've been waiting to get my hands on her for a week!"
The two men advanced into the room, after Leo had carefully closed and locked the door, and pocketed the key again.
"Somebody's already been here," the young wife said from the other end of the pool, where she had wandered. Her voice echoed in the tile room, reverberating against the walls, amplified enormously and she giggled tipsily at the discovery. "I mean there's a bottle here and some glasses."
"Oh, that, my dear, is for us. Something special Pete was kind enough to bring me. I put it here earlier, in anticipation of having guests here this evening." He walked slowly around the edge of the pool toward the young girl, his footsteps clacking on the mosaic tiles. "Have some."
"I couldn't really. I'm much too drunk already. I don't think I've ever been so drunk in my life!"
"I'm delighted to hear it," the older man said, laughing. Putting his fleshy arm around Millie's shoulders, he drew her close to the table. "But this is very special, and I insist you have just a taste." He poured some of the thick liquid into a glass and handed it to her. "Here, sip slowly. It's quite strong, but very mellow. I think you'll like it."
"I think I've had this before," the inebriated young wife said, her voice slurred, after taking a sip of the sweet-tasting liqueur. "At Pete and Brett's, last weekend." In fact the drink was the same one that had caused the hallucinations she had attributed simply to too much alcohol. Unsuspecting, she took another deep swallow.
"Pete, come over and join us, won't you?" Leo called suavely to Brett's husband, after pouring two more glasses of the liqueur and more aware of the drug's potent effects than Roger's naively trusting young wife, scarcely wetting his lips with it.
"Just getting an eyeful of this place," Pete said, sauntering slowly around the edge of the pool toward them. "It's the first time I've seen it since it was finished."
Within .a few minutes, the three of them were sitting at one of the tables, the two men staring interestedly at the unsuspecting young wife as she sipped her liqueur. Pete's muscular body was flooded with erotic feeling that the innocent-looking girl was totally at their mercy, and although he would have preferred to have her all to himself the first time, he consoled himself with the idea that there'd be plenty of time for that later, after her initiation.
"In a few minutes," Leo suggested, his lips curling in a strange smile, "perhaps we can all go for a little swim."
"I forgot my bathing suit," Millie replied thickly, then burst into laughter at the absurd sound of her own voice, which seemed to come from very far away.
"You don't need it here," Leo assured her. "We swim in our birthday suits at the club. No bathing suits allowed."
"You're being silly," the young wife protested, giggling. She leaned back against the chair and closed her eyes. As she did, pleasant waves of warmth seemed to ripple through her ripe young body, and she felt as though she were drifting on a bright cloud, far above the earth. "This feels so nice," she murmured, scarcely able to get the words out. "Fm glad we came tonight."
Leo and Pete exchanged lascivious glances, and silently Brett's husband rose from his chair and moved to a switch panel on the wall. At a gesture of his hand, the room was filled with slow, sensual blues music. Throbbing drums and softly wailing horns came from speakers hidden in the walls, and it seemed to the young brunette girl that the rhythm of the music matched the rhythm of the reflections that flashed into the multi-colored walls and ceiling from the water in the pool. She began to have difficulty focusing her vision. Everything .seemed cloudy and strange, dream-like. The strange tingling sensation in her body increased with every passing second, and the music seemed to be coming from inside her head, making her heart beat with the same erotic urgency as the recorded blues. The patterns of the tiles were swimming in front of her eyes, blurring into a bizarre swirl of color, light and shadow.
"Oh," she slurred, somewhat alarmed at her rapid loss of control, "I feel so strange...."
"That's just the drink, dear. . . just relax," Leo replied, looking at her strangely, the outline of his thick body seeming like liquid to Millie's drug-impaired vision.
She was about to lean back again and close her eyes when, much to her astonishment, she saw that Pete was ... was taking his clothes off."
For an instant, it effected her like a hallucination, and she thought that once again she was seeing things that weren't there, just as she had the previous weekend, when looking at the photographs in Pete and Brett's apartment. But this lewd vision went on too long! The well-built husband of her new-found friend removed his shirt, shoes, and socks, and then unbuckled his pants, sliding them down over his naked hips. The drugged young wife was shocked to realize he was wearing no underwear, for as soon as his pants were lowered below his pelvis, she could see his thick, blood-engorged shaft in full erection, and the wrinkled, hairy sacs of his testicles that swayed obscenely beneath it.
A shiver of cold fear suddenly assaulted the young wife, as Pete gripped his turgidly swollen cock in his hand and grinned down at her lewdly. She tried to get out of her chair, but her body, completely under the effects of the powerful drug, wouldn't obey her commands. She was rooted to her chair as if paralyzed.
"Wh ... what's happening?" she stammered weakly. "Pete ... Pete is..."
"Yes, Pete is naked," Leo said casually, glancing over his shoulder to see the darkly tanned man stripped of all his clothing and fondling his blue-veined cock. "You aren't shocked, are you Millie? You seem more ... experienced than that. We're all married, after all, even if it's not to each other. A naked man's body shouldn't disturb you."
"No ... no," the young wife said with great effort. "I was ... just surprised." She could barely speak now, for streams of erotic energy were traveling up her spine, making her feel faint with the dazzling force of desire. To her drug-blurred eyes, Leo and Pete looked like satyrs, particularly Pete, whose goatee glistened in the shifting, colored lights, his hard-muscled body shining a dark copper as he ran his hands shamelessly over his penis and balls.
"Don't let anything Pete does upset you," Leo said calmly. "He's only having a little fun."
Millie couldn't speak at all now. She was growing hotter by the minute, and small beads of perspiration appeared on her forehead as though she were being consumed by a billowing, steamy cloud of sensuality. Vainly she struggled to resist the overwhelming sensations, but it was useless. She could only sit in her chair, surrounded by the sensual music and the hot lights, totally helpless, while her body went wild with burgeoning lust, intense beyond anything she had ever felt before. Her passion-soaked pussy contracted involuntarily, causing an unbearably sweet aching sensation up between her legs, and the drugged girl wriggled in unconscious lewdness against the cushions of her chair.
Leo grinned obscenely, his lips split in a wide smile that displayed his teeth, and winked lasciviously at Pete as the two men realized that the effects of the drug were placing the innocent young wife more and more in their power. Soon she would be practically begging them to fuck her, any way they wanted it, just to get some relief for the urgent desire that was licking at her pussy with tongues for fire!
This was what the fat man lived for, the seduction of beautiful young girls, the more innocent and naive the better. Nothing gave him more pleasure than watching the walls of shyness and reserve crack, giving way to the darker powers of pure animal sexuality that he knew everyone, male and female-possessed. Once this dark shadow power was released, he knew, it overwhelmed the personality, until, after years of indulgence, one either learned to control it, or submitted to it completely. He had seen so many girls like Millie, silly and shy at first, turn into sex-hungry nymphs insatiable in their desire for whatever obscene satisfaction a man might want from her, yearning for erotic excitement like a man in a desert thirsts for water. His thick penis stiffened tightly in his snug trousers, and a sudden spurt of heat shot through his ample balls like fireworks.
"You're so pretty, Millie," he murmured in a lusty voice, "so pretty, my dear."
The numbed young bride watched fearfully as the older man seemed to change before her eyes from a benign, talkative older man to a leering, hulking, monstrously fat animal, his thick lips curled back in a hideous smile. Rooted in her chair, her eyes widened in horror as he reached up with his pudgy little hands and began to undo the buttons of his shirt ... at the same time, she heard a loud splash that seemed to echo like thunder, and looking around, she saw Pete had jumped, fully naked into the heated water of the pool. To her fogged vision he looked like a slippery fish as he swam and dove in the water, turning over on his back so that flashes of his bobbing, wet genitals were visible to her.
The sight of his naked body held completely frozen in a mixture of fear and fascination. She had never seen a man behave so lewdly, and although everything in her background had predisposed her to believe it was ugly, another wilder part of her was riveted to the obscene spectacle of Pete sporting through the shimmering water, momentarily grinning up at her and fondling his rigidly hardened penis, then sinking back under the surface and swimming away, only to reemerge somewhere else. Minutes seemed like hours to the young wife, until suddenly her attention was drawn back to her own situation when she unexpectedly felt the touch of hands on her feet. Looking up, she was shocked to see that Leo was now totally naked as he knelt before her, lovingly removing her shoes.
"No ... no..." she protested weakly, "What ... what ... are you...."
"Just making you more comfortable, my dear," the fat man said in a low voice. Taking her small shoes in his hands, he began to lick them adoringly, gazing up at Millie as though she were a goddess, while his pink tongue curled around the white patent leather as though he were licking candy. "Mmmmmmmmmm," he mewled.
Millie's heart pounded like a hammer. She felt as though she were suddenly trapped in a nightmare! She'd been deceived, shamefully deceived by her own naivety and fears, as well as by her neighbors, people she had thought were her friends!
Carefully Leo set her shoes aside and then slid his thick hands slowly up the silky smoothness of her slender, stocking-clad legs. "You've got such nice legs, dear," he said, unhooking the garters that held her nylons in place, "so pretty." One by one he unrolled the stockings from her legs, sniffing the soft nylon as if it were rare perfume before setting them aside. Then his eager hands began to travel slowly up each tapered limb, past the hem of her tight-fitting sheath, and over the sensitive flesh of her inner thighs.
Millie recoiled in horror and disgust, yet mingled with these feelings were spasms of lewd excitement that intensified as the fat seducer's hands wormed closer and closer to her warmly throbbing vaginal mound. Her skin was unbearably sensitive to touch, thanks to the potent drug, and despite her fear and shock, flashes of heated pleasure pulsated in her loins, and a spot of involuntary dampness grew on the crotch band of her nylon bikini panties. No, no this can't be happening, she thought in horror. This awful fat man is caressing me, and I'm reacting as though I liked it.
She tried to lift her arms to push him away, but they were like lead weights hanging limply at her sides. Lewdly, Leo began to finger the material of her dampened panties, his hands shoved all the way up her legs, the material of her dress bunched around her hips as he pushed his way upwards. With mounting excitement he gripped the tight waistband of the skimpy panties and pulled them down over her curving young hips, yanking them out from under the weight of her buttocks, and then sliding them gently down her legs until finally they were removed completely. He held the limp garment in his hands, fondling and caressing the soft material, then bringing the moistened crotch band to his nostrils. He sniffed deeply, sighing luxuriantly as the pungent female odor filled his nose, making him quiver with lewd passion as if he were sniffing a powerful aphrodisiac.
"Very nice," he mumbled thickly, drifting into a state of mounting barbaric desire, "very nice, indeed." Carefully he placed the panties on the table and then turned back to Millie, who lay defenselessly in the chair, her eyes dilated in fear. "You don't have to be so frightened, my dear," he said softly. "I won't hurt you ... much ... I'm a good lover, you'll see...."
Once more his hands traveled up her whitely gleaming legs, this time pushing the bunched hem of her dress all the way back and forcing it under her fully fleshed buttocks until her hair-fringed pussy flesh was nakedly exposed to his eyes. "Ahhhhh, lovely, so utterly lovely," he cooed, gripping her softly pliant hip flesh with his thick fingers.
Lowering his head, he began to lick her legs, working his way up with maddening slowness toward the warm flesh of her pale inner thighs. Miller squirmed violently, less from fear than from the savagely throbbing thrills of pleasure that sizzled through her. It was as though she were two people: One terrified and afraid, and the other aroused beyond measure, responding like an animal in heat to the fat man's obscene advances.
Suddenly Leo lurched his flabby body upwards and without warning, buried his face in the softly glistening flesh of Millie's exposed cuntal split. The sudden contact of his lewdly questing mouth and tongue on her nakedly throbbing cuntal entrance elicited a tortured moan from the subjugated young bride as Leo licked and sucked at her violated pussy with hungry determination. Up until now the tormented girl had been too paralyzed to protest, but now, summoning the last ounce of her strength, she cried out desperately.
"Help! Roger, help me!"
"It's no use howling like that, Millie," Pete remonstrated, emerging from the pool by means of a metal ladder only a few feet away. "This room is soundproofed. Besides, I don't know why you're making such a fuss. I thought you liked to be eaten out."
"Nnnnnoooo, sssttoooppp!" Millie groaned as Leo lunged his slippery tongue into the wetly contracting interior of her swollen cunt. "NNNNNOOOOO!"
"Millie, come on," Pete continued casually, wiping the glittering beads of water from his thick-muscled, athletically trim body. "You didn't struggle like that with Brett--"
Millie looked at him in shock. Brett had promised she wouldn't say anything! Could it be that she, too had betrayed her trust?
"Yeah, she told me all about it," the goateed man went on. "Said you were a real hot little number. Maybe you only like it with chicks now, but don't worry, Leo and I are gonna show you how good it can be with men. Don't fight it, baby, you're going to enjoy this."
"OOOOH!" the horrified girl cried helplessly. "ROGER!"
"Even if he could hear you, I don't think he'd come. You see, he's busy elsewhere with Brett."
"No, no, it's not true," Millie moaned, trying futilely to push herself away from Leo, who was still licking voraciously at her wetly dilating pussy.
"Don't believe me? Okay, listen for yourself." Pete went over to the panel of switches on the wall and flicked another one. The blues music abruptly ceased, and there was momentary silence. Then Brett's voice, throaty and sensual, echoed clearly through the room.
"Oh, Roger," she was saying, "your body is fantastic...."
"Yours too," Millie heard her husband reply.
"Come on over to the bed, big boy, I'm horny as hell ... ! "
Millie shut her eyes tight to keep the tears from spilling down her cheeks. Roger was in one of those private rooms with Brett, and there was no doubt about what was going on! And she was trapped in the tiled room, locked in with the husband of her husband's mistress and a depraved older man, unable to save herself or even resist! Her tears cascaded uncontrollably down her cheeks. Only a week ago, everything had been the way it had always been, and now it was gone, her marriage, her love for her husband, even her self-esteem. How had it happened? Why?
"Oh, Roger," she heard her devious landlady groan from the wall speakers, "Your cock is so nice ... soooooo nice and hard!"
Pete turned to Leo, who was squatting back on his haunches on the tiled floor, observing the betrayed bride's reaction to the new series of revelations. "Shall we listen to the end, ole boy?" he asked mischievously.
"No reason why not," Pete replied. "After all, we've got all the time in the world...."
* * *
Roger and Brett were sprawled lewdly on a huge circular bed, rolling this way and that, their naked bodies entwined in lusty embrace. The lights were out, and their hotly Writhing bodies were lit only by a flood of bright moonlight that poured into the room from the glass doors leading out onto the balcony. The illicit pair were lost in the throes of irresistible excitement as they clasped each other's lust-heated naked flesh with hot, urgent hands.
Millie's adulterous spouse ran his palms up and down the smoothly silken texture of his landlord's wife's lewdly trembling frame, over the sleek taper of her hips and down to the jiggling mounds of her buttocks. Brett clutched his hard young body feverishly, moaning with delight as his hands explored her excited flesh, then reached down to wrap her deft fingers around the rubbery hardness of his huge stiffened penis and stroke the soft resiliency of his swollen balls. Ripples of lust churned insistently in the young husband's loins and thundered through his body with overwhelming intensity.
Then, with a deep growl of lust, he let his hands grip Brett's firmly rounded breasts, squeezing the supple, red-tipped mounds and scarcely believing the surging pleasure he got from exploring the trembling globes. He was breathing heavily now, his eyes shining with an unholy passion as he tweaked each of her nipples with his thumbs and forefingers, feeling them harden like hot rubber as the areolas contracted and grew goose-pimply.
"Hurt me, honey," Brett gasped excitedly, "pinch 'em hard and hurt me!"
At first, Roger was a little shocked at her request for such brutal treatment, but he soon responded eagerly as he suddenly realized that with his neighbor's voluptuous wife there was no need to restrain his darker, more obscene impulses the way he had been forced to do with his wife.
Eagerly he pinched the two tight nipples, applying more and more pressure until he thought they would burst, while Brett wriggled in ecstasy and delight, jerking his thickly distended cock up and down with her deft and eager hands. Finally, Roger buried his face greedily in the pulsing softness of her throbbing breasts and ran his hungrily sucking mouth over first one and then the other, his nakedly writhing young body surging with mounting passion.
Meanwhile, Brett had grown nearly delirious with pleasure, and she suddenly gripped one of Roger's hands and pulled it down between her legs, placing it directly on her hotly pulsing vagina. The sex-crazed young man stiffened his middle finger and began to thrust it upward into her already drenched and ready cuntal opening. His rigid finger slid easily all the way up into her wet clenching pussy, and once inside her he rotated it, bringing squeals of delight from her throat. The sensually palpitating walls widened eagerly, while the lust-driven young husband continued to suck and bite on the lewdly jiggling nipples of her breasts with lurid intensity.
"Oh, honey, fuck me, fuck me now," she moaned finally, unable to wait a minute more to have his thick make shaft skewered into her. To his surprise, she pulled away from him, clambered quickly off the bed and knelt on the thickly carpeted floor facing a huge floor-to-ceiling mirror that covered the wall opposite the bed.
Damn, Roger thought, momentarily confused by her actions, what the hell is she up to?
But a glance at the obscenely kneeling blonde told him immediately what she wanted. She wiggled her melon-shaped buttocks at him lewdly, tossing her golden hair over her shoulders with a toss of her head, and glanced back at him with sultry desire. She wanted him to take her from behind, dog fashion, and had placed herself in front of the mirror so they could both watch. Once more the adulterous young husband found himself wildly excited by Brett's brand of torrid sexuality. Every sensual dream or desire he had ever kept hidden in the deepest recesses of his unconscious was being called forth by the sleek temptress, and he was caught in the thrall of its barbaric urgency.
"Fuck me from behind," she cooed. "Stick that big prick of yours right into me from behind!"
Roger eased himself from the bed like a wild young forest buck, and moved to her quickly, breathing hard with overwhelming passion and desire ... His massively erect cock stood out from the dark tangle of his pubic hair, swollen instrument at her wetly quivering pussy.
At that moment he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror and he could scarcely believe the lewdly electrifying sight that met his eyes. He looked like a rampaging demon, a demi-god from ancient mythology, wild and powerful. And the voluptuous blonde kneeling so submissively before him was his sensually abandoned slave, his willing captive!
"Slam it into me, Roger," Brett cried, her head thrown back, her eyes slitted half-closed in desire.
"Aaaaaaannnrrrrggghhhhh!" Roger growled, ramming his long thick penis all the way up into her tightly clasping cuntal sheath, sliding in up to the hilt and causing his sperm-bloated testicles to bounce against the back of her roundly fleshed thighs. Slowly he began to fuck her, stroking his eagerly pulsating penis in and out of her softly clutching vaginal depths, each thrust making a wet sluicing sound that drove them both wild. Brett pumped back wantonly, matching the rhythm of his strokes perfectly, as her quaking cuntal walls grew steadily more heated and moist, the tight flesh clasping hungrily around Roger's swollen hardness as it fucked in and out of her from behind.
"Oh, baby, this is the best fuck of my life," the adulterous young husband cried. "Your pussy feels sooo good. Soooo damn good!"
His obscene shouts, combined with the lascivious images she watched in the mirror, transformed Brett's brain into a turbulent whirlpool of passion and sexuality. She thrilled with ecstasy as his hard, sweating body drove and battered into her from behind, taking her to excruciating heights of pleasure as her loins churned with blazing passion.
"Oh Christ, yessssss!! " she hissed through clenched teeth. "FUCK ME GOOOD!"
Roger groaned like a mating animal as the combined pressure in his cum-bloated balls and rampaging cock became overpoweringly urgent. He flexed his hips with animalistic savagery, gripping her softly pliant hips with his muscular hands, and drove his great pulsating cock into her rippling young cunt with body-jolting strength. She returned his-hard strokes thrust for thrust, driving her smoothly rounded buttocks back against him to meet his lunges with a frantic, instinctive rhythm.
"Aaaaaeeeiiiiii!! " she wailed, carried completely away by the bestial force of their fucking. It was hurting her now, hurting her with the kind of deliciously pleasurable torture she loved. This was what she lived for, sex, wild crazy sex with a big enough cock to satisfy her hungry craving. Her vagina was drenched with heated moisture now, and it throbbed incessantly as the young husband mercilessly slammed into her like a supercharged machine, battering the shuddering nub of her nearly raw cervix. Her eyes were transfixed at the moonlit sight of their obscenely locked bodies in the mirror, two healthy animals fucking as if there were no tomorrow. The torrid vision made her nakedly aroused body tremble in complete wantonness rapidly bringing her to the apex of unbearable excitement.
"Mnnnnnnnnn Gggggrnnnnnn!" she mewled.
Roger began to moan and grunt as his own excitement rapidly increased. His desire-tightened balls swelled with boiling sperm as they slapped against the backs of Brett's wantonly quivering thighs. His lust-thickened cock began to shudder uncontrollably as his moment of climax grew closer and closer with dizzying intensity. His eyes glazed dimly with raw passion and the mirror image transformed itself into a blurry display of unparalleled eroticism, he and Brett locked in a violent and shameless copulation.
The young man's entire body ached with roaring pleasure and in the next aching second he was there! His sweat-drenched, muscular frame jerked spasmodically as he suddenly jetted his thick scalding semen into her rapidly pumping loins, and his jaw went slack as he howled in masculine triumph. Wave after wave of white hot sperm squirted from his blindly shuddering cockhead, making him nearly insensate from the thundering passion he experienced.
Brett received his tumultuous torrent of cum with incoherent groans of rapture, her warm gushing cuntal juices flowing from the violently quaking walls of her burning vaginal sheath. Her loins were afire with unbelievable explosions of erotic delight that filled every crevice of her violently orgasming body with devastating pleasure, making her naked flesh seethe with hot sparkles of obscene pleasure.
"MMMMMMMMMNNNN..." she cried, thrashing her head from side to side, her blonde hair flying in every direction, her cuntal walls clutching hungrily at Roger's burrowing, jerking cock, sucking at the thick bloated column of male flesh, trying to draw every last drop of cum from it like a baby sucking greedily on a bottle.
Gradually Roger spent himself completely, and squeezed the last drops of male liquid into her clasping wet pussy before sinking wordlessly into the soft comfort of the thick-piled rug, totally drained.
Brett slumped forward onto the rug also, her skin shimmering like gossamer in the moonlight, her hot naked body trembling from the intensity of her orgasm. The voluptuous blonde lay still for a long while, relishing the delightful afterglow of their feverish fucking....
You bastard, Millie thought bitterly as the sounds of her husband's adulterous activities died away. There was no question now that she had been totally betrayed by her husband, betrayed in the crudest possible way. What's the difference now What I do? It doesn't matter. Nothing matters any more!
Leo had left her momentarily while she listened in a drugged stupor to the torrid copulation, and was now swimming in the pool. Pete meanwhile, had been caressing the numbly paralyzed young wife, kissing her and fondling her, dripping water from his naked body onto her tight, cream-colored sheath. His extended middle finger was worming its way into her heated vaginal passage, already made wetly moist by the fat man's tongue rummaging earlier.
"Let's take these clothes off you, Millie," he whispered. "There's no reason to be modest anymore, is there?"
A bitter smile crossed the young bride's red lips. No, there was no reason to be modest now. She was too drugged to resist, too shocked by her husband's adultery to even care. Let them do what they wanted!
She passively let Peter lift her from the chair so that she stood, held by his thickly muscled arms, in a swaying, upright position. She watched him blankly while Leo clambered eagerly out of the pool and trotted toward them, his fat body jiggling like jelly and dripping with water.
"Ah, I see our young friend has begun to see the light. Millie, my dear, what we did may seem cruel to you, but it was the only way to show you that the old standards are changing. Sex liberated and free now, and you have so much pleasure in store for you if you'll just let go and enjoy yourself."
While Peter held her, the older man eagerly unzipped the back of her tight sheath, and then the two of them pulled it down over her shoulders until it fell in a heap around her feet, leaving her naked except for her brassiere. Leo folded the dress carefully and set it on the table with her panties, stockings and shoes.
"What ... what was in that drink?" Millie asked weakly, beginning to feel some control returning again to her body.
"Oh, nothing much," Pete answered. Would you like some more?"
"No ... no more," she moaned, trying to twist helplessly out of his arms.
"Why Millie," Leo said, "why not? You'll find it makes thing much more pleasant And if you only take a little sip this time, you won't get so paralyzed. After all, my dear, if Peter can have his fun, why can't you?"
Yes, the young wife thought bitterly. Why not?
"Here," the older man said, holding out the little glass.
"Thanks. . . " The pretty young wife, now disheveled and wearing only her brassiere, trickles of water dripping on her naked flesh from the two naked men, took the drink and sipped slowly. Immediately the euphoric delight returned, and her body began to glow with insistent pleasure. Behind her Leo struggled with the metal clasp of her brassiere, and when it was unhooked he neatly removed the garment and placed it with her other clothes.
At once the young wife's firmly up-thrust breasts tingled on contact with the air, and the skin of those pointed, fleshy mounds grew taut and shivery, the coral-colored areolas tightening involuntarily as warm little bursts of pleasure exploded in her chest. Millie was surprised to discover, considering the torture she had endured so far, how good she felt.
She tried walking, and was surprised to find that she could manage it rather well if she concentrated very hard, although it was more like floating or walking on the softest sponge rubber. Somehow, she made her way to the edge of the pool, and the water shimmered up at her hypnotically, billowing before her eyes not so much like water as bright blue foam, sparkling and undulating, inviting her downward. She positioned herself for a dive, and found that, unlike her paralyzing reaction to the drug previously, she now felt like a water nymph, in perfect control of her nakedly gleaming young body.
The drugged young bride felt like a primitive goddess of light and mystery, with magic power and allure. She was enveloped in this new feeling totally, and everything else faded from her mind, her husband, her marriage, her humiliating treatment by Pete and Leo. She was free as a bird, free ... free. . . !
Millie lifted her arms above her head, and with incredible grace dove into the dazzling depths of the pool. Leo and Pete, watching at the edge, grew hotly aroused as they watched the girl swim and tumble in the water with total abandon, and they exchanged lewd smiles.
"Shall we join her, dear boy?" Pete inquired.
"Absolutely, absolutely."
In the next moment, the two men had dived into the pool and began circling with erotic arousal. The texture of the warm water against her skin was unbelievably pleasant, and every inch of her voluptuous frame was tingling with delight as she floated and writhed in the pool. Pete and Leo swam on either side of her and immediately began to caress every part of her body with their hands: Her breast, her pussy, her buttocks. . . diving beneath her, touching and fondling constantly. The young bride became confused for a few moments. for male hands seemed to be touching her everywhere, but this soon only increased her new and overwhelming sense of erotic excitement.
Suddenly Pete grabbed her by the shoulder and drew her down under water, pressing his naked body against hers and squirming obscenely as he kissed her passionately. Millie struggled momentarily, frightened that she would drown, but was soon swept away by the power of Brett's husband's kiss. His thickly swollen penis slid flat against her belly, and instinctively her hands reached down to grab the rigid cock. She could hardly believe how good it felt, and at that moment she became overpowered by a dynamic erotic urge, as if all the hidden sensuality she had fought all these years, and released only briefly with Brett days before, was suddenly rushing to the surface again. She felt wonderful, wonderful!
Moments later they burst to the surface of the water for air, gasping as oxygen filled their nearly-bursting lungs. Leo had gotten out of the water and was calling for them to join him.
"Come on, up, here," he shouted, jerking wildly at his lust-inflated penis beneath his distended belly. "Hurry up!"
Before Millie knew what was happening she was being pulled urgently through the water by Peter then pushed roughly up the metal stairs. The combination of the drug and the swim had made everything more unreal than ever, and she hardly knew where she was or who she was, or what was happening. She tried to focus her eyes but couldn't; her legs seemed to buckle under her, and she would have fallen if Pete hadn't caught her by the arm and begun dragging her sagging wet body across the tiled edge of the pool toward Leo.
"Wait ... stop..." she cried helplessly. "It's too fast ... I ... can't ... I...."
"You can and you will, dear," Leo said firmly.
Pete Dawson eased her down against the cool tiles at the edge of the pool, and she shivered from the coldness against her naked skin. Yet it was thrilling, too, and unconsciously she began to rub her naked legs against the tiles to increase the delicious pleasure she was experiencing.
"Look at her go, Leo," Pete remarked laughingly, "She's really getting into it."
Hearing him speak, Millie realized in shock what she was doing. She was acting like a pure animal, unconscious of anything but satisfying any desire that come her way. It was exactly what her mother had warned her about! Once more, with terrifying intensity, she seemed to hear her mother's harsh warning echoing in her brain.
"No, no," she murmured, closing her eyes and wriggling lewdly, involuntarily against the tiles. "Oh, please ... please ... . "
"We aim to please, little girl," Leo chortled, unaware of the bizarre psychological maze that Millie wandered in at the moment. She was spread-eagled now, completely, helplessly naked, against the wet tiles beside the pool. Leo straddled her, kneeling with his fat legs on either side of her hips, his rigid penis waving lewdly over her stomach, and bent down to begin sucking her softly quivering breasts, while Pete hunched down and began to stroke her defenselessly throbbing pussy with his fingers, probing until he found her clitoris and kneading the little bud until it began to quiver and harden, making the young bride moan and wiggle even more violently.
"Ooooooh ... nooooo ... please," she begged, half resisting their manipulations, half wanting them, tortured still by her mother's inner warning cries and the tormenting flashes of shame and humiliation she felt at what she was doing. "Unnnnn ... annngg...."
She opened her eyes, and for a moment the veil that had descended over reality seemed to vanish and she realized suddenly that the older man was straddling her hips and sucking her breasts while her landlord was obscenely rummaging with his hands into her vaginal flesh. She cried out in alarm, and fearfully began to pull away, utterly terrified, utterly aghast at the shocking truth of what was being forced upon her. Ohhhhh NOOOOO!" she cried, wriggling and squirming in terror, trying to get away before the effects of the drug pulled her down once again into an abyss of shameful sexuality.
But it was no use. Leo and Pete were too strong, and she couldn't escape! Suddenly she reached down, driven by stark terror and raked her nails unmercifully over Leo's face. The older man yelped in disbelief, then smacked the helpless young wife full on the face with the back of his hand. She cried, a burning red patch glowing on her cheek.
"No more of that, my pretty," Leo snarled, "Or you'll definitely regret it! I think the time for fooling around is over, Pete. I want to fuck this rotten bitch .royally! Turn her over."
He rose and stepped aside, while Pete bent down and gripped Millie's hips with his hands, forcing her to turn over on her stomach. She lay without struggling now, tears streaming from her eyes, and small gasps of humiliation and shame coursing from her mouth. Her fleshy little buttocks quivered slightly, rocked by the deep soulful sobs that periodically escaped her lips.
Leo stood nearby, waiting with anger and lust in his eyes, while his thick, lust-swollen cock grew even more erect and jerked lewdly at the sight of the young wife's helplessly exposed ass-cheeks. Then, waving Pete aside, he stooped, grabbed both of the subjugated girl's ankles, and yanked them apart harshly, splaying her legs wide apart.
"Oh no, please, no," Millie moaned helplessly, her body squirming in a futile gesture of resistance.
"Hold her, hold her," the fat man yelled to Pete. Quickly the muscular man knelt and pushed his hand hard down into the small of her back, pressing her stomach tight against the tile floor. Millie struggled again for a moment, then lay still, her body shaking with piteous sobs and terrified pleadings that rumbled silently in her constricted thoughts.
Leo dropped heavily to his knees between the girl's legs and ran his hands greedily over the tapering lines of her trembling calves and up inside her sleek young thighs, to the drenched interior up between her legs. The shadowy cuntal cleft between her thighs was deep and inviting, and Leo growled in rising excitement as he ran the edge of his hand down the smooth crease of her defenselessly exposed buttocks, parting them slightly so that her tiny puckered anus was visible to his lewdly gaping eyes.
Oh no, Millie thought in terror, not there! Not there! No one had ever touched me there, not even my husband!
Leo leered down at the cowering girl and slowly drew aside the soft white mounds of her ass-cheeks as she groaned and tried to tense them together, but he dug his fingers cruelly into the pliant flesh until she realized resistance only meant pain. It was best to surrender and let him spread them apart as he wished. The lust-crazed man sucked in his breath as the tight ring of puckered flesh came into view again. He pushed one hand down and thrust experimentally at it with his distended middle finger.
Millie jerked forward and cried out as she felt his finger intrude harshly into the tight rubbery opening. She was humiliated to the very core of her being at the thought of being touched there! She pressed her pelvis against the cold floor, her buttocks tensing together to escape the fingers being thrust into her rectal depths, but it was useless, for he burrowed forward cruelly, sinking it in up to the first knuckle.
"Aaaaannnngggghhhhhhhhh!" she gasped in agony, clenching her ass-cheeks together as tightly as she could and trapping his hand between the hardened flesh.
"Open it, Bitch," he commanded brutally, slapping her harshly on the buttocks with his free hand and pushing down with all his might with the other until his finger broke through her desperate resistance past the second knuckle. She screamed aloud, and then finally gave up, sinking into total submission, relaxing her sphincter muscles to let him do as he wished.
As Leo fucked his finger relentlessly in and out of her abused little anus, widening it, he began to stroke his heatedly swollen cock with his other hand, preparatory to skewering the defenseless young wife spread-eagled on her belly beneath him. He pulled his thick foreskin back with his thumb and forefinger, exposing the huge bulbous head, and aimed the massive instrument directly at the tightly puckered hole now partially stretched from the brutal burrowing of his stiffened finger.
He opened her nakedly trembling buttocks again with his thumbs, withdrawing his finger and leaning forward to drop a large gob of spittle to lubricate his entry. Then he leaned forward to press the huge bulk of his body into her back and his massively pulsating cock slid along the dampened crevice until the tip rested against her tiny, throbbing rectal hole, wetly glistening with his spit. Levering himself up on his elbows, he pressed slightly with his hips for a moment, directing his lust-swollen cock straight against the tightly clenched opening. Then mercilessly he bore down on her, making his huge cockhead cruelly forward into her tight little anus.
"Aaaaaggghhh, God. Stop! Your splitting meeee!" Millie writhed and moaned in pain, nearly, smothered as well by the bulk of the fat man's body. Never in her life had she experienced such a deep humiliation, and there was nothing she could do about it, nothing! She was their slave, their beast of burden. Her naked young body was theirs to use as they wished!
Pete watched hungrily as Leo burrowed further into the tight resisting ring of flesh which clasped the tip of the fat man's enormous penis like an elastic band. He wanted to fuck her too. He had waited for over a week to get into that nice little cunt, and his impatiently pulsating cock lurched in almost uncontrollable excitement, rigidly jerking with lust and hungry anticipation. His time would come soon, very soon.
"Eeeeeiiinnngg!! " Millie gasped as Leo's massively swollen cock finally hammered its brutal way into the painfully cringing depths of her rectum. Then, miraculously it as and the way to the hilt!
She jerked spasmodically for a moment, and then lay still to ease the pain of the horrible intrusion into her tightly stretched anal depths. It was useless, she knew now, to resist any further, and each movement of her body only served to widen and stretch the tiny cavern to greater and more painful dimensions.
"You have a nice tight little ass, my dear," Leo snarled above her. He began to fuck slowly in and out of her with long smooth lunges, each thrust making his soft body quiver and eliciting another groan of abject despair from the tormented young bride.
* * *
Roger and Brett had just finished dressing. "I think we'd better get back to the others," the young husband was saying as he zipped up his trousers. "I don't want Millie to suspect anything."
"Mnnnnnnn ... you seem pretty sure of the fact that Millie isn't indulging in a little hanky-panky of her own," the blonde seductress remarked, with a sly smile.
"Look Brett, I know my wife, and she just isn't the type. She wouldn't go for any 'arrangements'. I know it."
"Well, how would you react if you found out she did? I mean supposed you discovered she was fooling around, too ... how would you feel about it?"
The young husband stared at Brett for a long time, pondering her question. It had never occurred to him that Millie might do such a thing. Of course, he had hoped she could break through her sexual tension, but he had never harbored the idea that she would have sex with other men. In fact, it was something he had never even considered a viable possibility for himself until he had met Brett. Yet, he could justify it for himself. It wasn't that unusual, after all, for a man to play around. In fact, in some circles it was expected that he do so. But the wife? No, the wife was expected to stay at home.
"Actually," he said finally, "I don't think I'd mind at all. I mean, if Millie really wanted to make it with other guys I think I'd be liberal enough to at least consider it."
"I wonder if you'd feel quite so free if it really happened. I've seen a lot of guys say they wouldn't mind, and when they saw their wife's smootching another guy they went crazy."
"Well, not me, baby, not me. I'm beyond that stuff."
"Yes? I wonder." Brett smiled, a mysterious smile that made the young man grow somewhat uncomfortable.
"Look, let's go find them. That's the only thing I'm concerned about. What happens in the future is something else; right now I don't want my wife to worry."
"Good enough," she replied. "Come on, they're probably downstairs somewhere."
She led him out of the bedroom and down the wide concrete stairs, past the potted palms and embracing young couples, until they reached the first floor lounge. Roger noticed that the couples who had been talking so intimately when they had first arrived were now kissing and fondling several of them making their way upstairs to the private bedrooms.
"Brett," he asked as they made their way to the bar, "are all the couples here into 'arrangements', or whatever you call them?"
"What do you think, lover?" she quipped, winking at him provocatively. "After all, you're into it too."
Roger was momentarily stunned by her statement, but it was true, absolutely true. He was now involved in an extra-marital affair. He had an arrangement of his own, even though his wife knew nothing about it.
"Smith, have you seen Pete and Leo?" Brett asked the bartender. "They were with our friend Millie."
"I think I saw them headed toward the pool," the handsome young pleasant man said.
"Thanks," She smiled, taking Roger by the arm and steering him out of the lounge. "They were last seen heading toward the new pool. It's an indoor one, and nobody's seen it except Leo and the builders. Apparently it's quite something, for winter swimming, you know."
"And orgies by the poolside?"
"I suppose so. Interested?"
"Maybe ... maybe I am." he remarked as they walked down the long corridor. "Tell me something about that Leo guy?"
"Oh, he's a darling isn't he. He's loaded too. Apparently comes from really wealthy people, but he's rather close-mouthed about where he gets his money. Frankly, none of us care much, because he's largely responsible for all this." They reached a large opaque glass door at the end of the hall, and immediately Brett turned the handle.
"Oh, damn, it's locked!" They're probably not there, then...."
"Not necessarily. Leo may have wanted privacy."
"Privacy? For what?"
Pete's blonde wife glanced at him tauntingly. "What's the matter lover? Getting nervous?"
Roger scowled at her and glanced away. He was tired of her coy games tired of the innuendos. All this sexual freedom business was coming at him too fast. He was still reeling from it all, and he began to wish he was back at the apartment with Millie, despite all their troubles. At least he could handle it a step at a time there. "There's another entrance around the back," Brett said. "Come on."
She led Roger through a door that led out past the outdoor pool where several couples were swimming and playing in the water totally naked.
"Shit," the young husband remarked, "don't the cops ever get wind of this? They'd close this place down in no time."
"See that good-looking reddish-haired man over there?" Brett said, pointing toward an amorous couple at the edge of the wide outdoor pool. "Well, that's one of the local cops and the woman is the Mayor's wife. ... Roger's jaw hung open in astonishment. "Cool it, Roger there's a hell of a lot you have to learn yet, I can see that."
"Christ! and I thought nothing ever went on in small towns!"
"Maybe some towns, but not this one. Here we are." She opened a service door at the back of the club building, and once again they found themselves in a narrow corridor. In a few moments they reached another door, also locked, but with a key dangling out of it.
"Oh great, we can get in!? "
She turned the key and pulled the handle of the door, opening it wide and giving them instantly a full view of the huge indoor pool.
Roger stared in disbelief and the lurid scene taking place on the tiled floor. His wife, moaning and crying out in abandoned ecstasy, lay on her side, completely naked, implaced by Pete's cock thrusting roughly up into her drenched cuntal interior and Leo's hotly swollen shaft grinding torturously into her rectal passage from behind! She was sandwiched between them like a helpless rag doll, her whitely gleaming body thrashing widely in torrid response to the intense thrills of her double fucking. Nothing had prepared the young man for what he witnessed, and he stood paralyzed in shock, his eyes bulging, his jaw hanging slack in astonishment.
"My, my, my," Brett whispered behind him. "What a surprise! How do you feel now, Roger? Now that you see that your wife has the same feelings you do?"
The young husband turned slowly to face the voluptuous blonde, his breathe coming faster and faster as a torrent of violent anger struggled to explode within him. He was furious, completely outraged to find his wife behaving so shamelessly with two near-strangers. His fists clenched tight and his mouth became a fine line of resentment.
"Not like this," he hissed, struggling to keep himself from rushing into the room and tearing the two heatedly fucking males from his wife's ravaged body. "This is too fast, too much ... I could kill those sons of bitches!"
"Ah, I thought so. You're just like all the others. It's okay for you to have your fun, you can justify that. . . but your wife, that's a different story, isn't it?"
"You tricked us," he snapped. "You tricked me and you tricked Millie."
"Did we? Roger, you fucked me because you wanted to. Maybe I dropped a hint, maybe I encouraged you, but you did it because somewhere inside you, you knew it had to happen. And I'll bet you anything Millie feels the same way. Something drew all of us here together ... we're like animals of the same breed, with a passion that has to be satisfied ... not just with one partner, but with as many as possible. It's human nature, Roger. Look at Millie. She's living every minute of it, just like you did with me. Go on, look."
Slowly the young husband turned back to watch the debauched trio on the floor of the room. There was no doubt about it, Millie was indeed enjoying her obscene double screwing. Her eyes were rolling widely, her shining tresses were flying in every direction as she tossed her head in the throes of uncontrollable passion, while mewling and wailing heated sounds of unmistakable pleasure. Despite the outrage the young man felt, he also realized that what Brett had said was true, more true than he had dared to admit to himself. He became riveted to the scene on the floor, transfixed by the sight of his formerly demue wife now a writhing madwoman, a creature of total sensual passion, groaning in savage ecstasy. He had never seen her like this before, and as his intial anger began to subside, he found himself growing fascinated by what he saw, and somewhat aroused as well, for the thick flesh of his cock stiffened involuntarily as he continued to watch, silent and unseen by the others, at the doorway.
Unaware that they were being observed, the older man and Brett's husband drove mercilessly into the twin channels of the wetly glistening body of the young wife. Millie cried out in utter delight as the two hotly throbbing penises tore into her, with only the thin wall of flesh between her anus and vagina separating the two vicious instruments.
Her shame and agony had begun to diminish with amazing speed shortly after Pete had begun to drill his cock into her drenched cuntal interior, and she found, as she surrendered totally to the will of the two men, that an incredible forbidden excitement had begun to pervade every brutalized part of her until now she wiggled in total sensual delight, her naked young body sizzling with a lewd mixture of pain and joy, mounting higher and higher into a whirlpool of undreamed thrills.
"Yessssss..." She whined deliriously. Yessssss fuck meee ... Fuck me ... FUUUCCCKKK MEEEEEE!
Pete became even more savagely aroused as the young wife began to cry out in complete, ecstatic surrender, for he knew that he, Leo and Brett had done it again, transformed another frigid little bitch into a barbaric sensual creature!
He drove into her now with hard, frenzied strokes while Leo thrust up with cruelly knifing force into the shuddering depths of her anus. They had developed a natural rhythm between them now, buffeting the sex-crazed young wife between them like a sack of soft, resilient sponge rubber. She was groaning heatedly as they ground into her, crying out and begging for more.
On his side, behind Millie, Leo grunted and moaned as he fucked his thick rigid cock into her lightly clenching anus, reveling in the feeling of her wet young body pressed against his own jiggling flesh. Beads of sweat had broken out on his forehead and his eyes bugged lewdly at the stained heavily fucking into the helpless girl with more and more brutal thrusts.
Beneath them Millie was moving her hips eagerly backward to meet the two hairy male bodies, her buttocks rotating and heaving against them, and she was free, free at last from her deep-seated fears, free of the incredible pressure her mother had subjected her to! Through her torture, through her merciless rape, she had discovered her true self, and now she was tapping it to the fullest, letting it bloom and grow like a seedling kept in the earth for many seasons until it finally found enough nourishment to pole through the ground! She couldn't imagine what she would say tQ her husband now, or explain what she had discovered.
But she didn't care. He had taken his pleasure with Brett hadn't he? Well she had her revenge ... only it wasn't revenge any more, it was freedom, liberation, total release, and she reveled in it.
"Oh my god," she wailed eagerly, "Aaaaaannnggghhh!"
Wilder and wilder the two men fucked, urged on by her obvious change in attitude and lewdly abandoned cries. All three of them groaned with a bestial abandon and howled a bizarre cry of heated sexual debauchery. Millie was out of her mind sobbing excitedly as her nakedly thrashing loins reached even greater heights of lusty excitement. She gripped her hands around Pete's naked shoulders and violent tremors of unimaginable pleasure tore through her body like the shock waves of an earthquake. She was cumming ... cumming uncontrollably and her madly throbbing cuntal walls secreted a sweetly gushing fluid.
"I'm cummiiinnnggg!" she cried. "Cu ... cu ... cuummiiinnnggg!"
Her frantically writhing body was seething with ecstasy as orgasm after orgasm rolled like thunder through her cuntal interior and searing flashes of burning pleasure and pain ricocheted up her abused anus, traveling up her spine like electrical energy.
Pete and Leo both sensed her overpowering excitement and it charged them with strength. Their massively inflated cocks became charged with raw masculine power as they screwed her feverishly from both sides, sharing the triumph of their total subjugation of this ravishingly beautiful creature pressed between their naked bodies.
"Uuunnnggghhh! Shit! Ssshhhiiitttttt!" moaned, as his sperm-blotted testicles suddenly tightened and began to erupt under the intolerable pressure. "Ahhh ... ahhh ... ah.
And suddenly he began spurting wave after wave of white hot cum out of the parted glans of his thrusting cock into Millie's furiously quaking cunt, emptying himself with deep guttural moans, filling the young wife with his liquid manhood. Behind them Leo held off as long as possible, priding himself on his ability to withhold his climax until he felt the time was ripe for his release. Yet the lewdly excited cries of orgasm from Pete and Millie drove him time and time again to the bursting point and it was only with great effort that he restrained his load of sperm. Finally, however, he could wait no longer, and he began to knife his rock-hard penis into her anus like a jackhammer. The enormous force of his thrust caused Pete and Millie to jerk back momentarily as his massive bulk rippling with strength tore cruelly into the girl's depths. His sperm swollen balls erupted, sending a thick hot rivulet of cum gushing out of his driving penis into the dark interior of Millie's little anus, filling the young wife with a radiant burst of wet heat that enhanced her ecstasy beyond measure.
On and on it came, until finally Pete pulled away leaving only Leo to complete his last few hard strokes until he, too, was drained of his sperm. Then he stopped, and the three of them lay on their sides on the wet tiled floor, breathing heavily, relaxing after their frenzied double-fucking.
A few moments later they were startled to hear a door slam behind them, and footsteps on the tile.
Leo immediately rose to greet the visitors.
"Ah, Roger and Brett, we were wondering when you'd get here. Roger, dear boy, I can tell by the look in your eyes that you are somewhat ... how shall I say it. . . confused?"
"You're goddamn right I am," the muscular young man retorted, striding toward the three naked organiast. Millie turned toward him slightly when she saw the outrage in her spouse's eyes. And yet, the galvanic orgasm she had just experienced had radically altered her consciousness. If this had happened three days ago, she would have been cowering in fear. Now she experienced neither alarm nor wrenching anxiety. Instead she gazed calmly and directly at him, knowing he was just as guilty as she and waited to see what would happen.
Roger sensed the difference in her right away, and the unusual change minimized his fury. He stood near the three of them, glancing from one to the other, not sure of his next move.
"Well" Brett remarked as she languidly sat in one of the chairs, "looks like you've all had a wonderful time."
"Yeah," Pete replied smiling happily. "It's a shame you two were too busy to join us."
"But," Leo interjected, "the three of us looked in and we figured we'd start without you."
Roger jolted in surprise, wondering what the naked fat man was talking about.
"You see. Roger every room is wired for sound. That way anyone can listen in and hear what's going on. Share and share alike, that's the club motto!"
"What's going on here?" The young husband demanded, his angry indignation returning. "What the hell is all this?"
"Sit down, Roger," Brett said gently, "and we'll tell you."
"Roger," Brett said, "the first time Pete and I laid eyes on you we knew you were ready. The two of you were just like we were a few years ago, trying to make a go of things, hassled, but there was something inside, that had to be let loose. Leo showed us what that was ... it was sexual liberation, freedom to love ... and we felt that was what you and Millie were looking for too, though you didn't know it. So we had to trick you as Leo said, just to show you what was possible here. The rest is up to you now. You can join the club or not, that's your decision. What do you say?"
Roger stared long and hard at the voluptuous blonde, absorbing her words and thinking buck carefully over all that had happened. Despite the anger he felt over their deceitful seduction of both himself and his wife, he had to admit that much of what Brett was saying hit home. There was no doubt in his mind that the kind of lifestyle they practiced excited him tremendously, intrigued him, and certainly seemed to be an interesting way of breaking out of the tedious routine Millie and he were falling into.
"Millie," her husband said softly. "Millie, so much as happened. . . this is all so new ... I think ... I think a lot of what Brett and Leo have said is true ... but I want to know how you feel. If you're ready to go along with it, I will too. Bui I want you to make the decision. All attention was directed to see what Millie's reaction would be. Finally, after what seemed like several minutes she turned to face them all. There was a definite worldliness that wasn't there before, a strength, more than ever before. She slowly glanced at each of them, a slight smile on her lips, then her eyes met her husband's. Her smile broadened, revealing a brilliant row of flashing teeth.
"You want to know how I feel, Roger? Take your clothes off lover and I'll show you."
A delighted murmur went up from the group as Millie rose a vision of provocative loveliness, and moved toward her husband. Roger overwhelmed by her reaction and apparent change, rose from his chair and slowly began undressing, his eyes looked hypnotically with those of his wife's.
Moments later he was completely naked, and the handsome couple stood face to face, totally naked, as a surging sensual vibration began to pass between them like a magic current. Slowly they lifted their arms, and in the next moment they were embracing tightly, running their hands lovingly over each other's sleekly naked bodies.
"Roger," Millie whispered as she gently kissed him, "When we first came up to the farm last weekend, you wanted me to. . . suck your cock ... and I was afraid. I'm not afraid now, darling I'm not afraid of anything anymore. Let me suck your cock now, my sweet love, and show you ... let me suck you...." The young man could scarcely believe the words coming from his wife's lips. She was actually asking him to let her suck his cock! His heart swelled with happiness, and he slowly lowered himself to the floor, stretching his body against the cool tiles. Millie knelt down between his legs, lowered her head and took his penis in her mouth. She began to suck on it slowly, intertwining her tongue around the thick column of flesh and delighted to feel her husbands shaft begin to stiffen at once inside her warmly sucking mouth and grow hard as a rock in seconds, hotly surrounded by her artful oral cavity.
Oh man, the young man realized to himself, this is a dream come true! This is paradise!"
"Well," Max said, as he watched with mounting interest as the young naked housewife sucked fervently on her husbands sex-stiffened penis, "how delightful. They'll make such a nice addition to the club."
The older man's penis began to jerk excitedly at the sight of the two lovers, and he glanced down at his fully erect cock with amusement. Then, glancing at Pete, he noticed the same reaction taking place, for Pete's rod was swinging up, fully erect in a wide arc, until it stood out like a wooden pole from his tangled mass of dark pubic hair. Brett, also noticing their rapidly heated state, came over at once, wriggling her ravishingly naked body against theirs to increase their excitement.
"Do you think Roger and Millie would mind if we joined them?" Leo asked softly.
"Not at all," they heard Millie answer suddenly from her kneeling position on the floor. . . "the more the merrier!"
