The sounds of Friday night revelry carried easily and invitingly across the dark waters of the marina in Sausalito, California where the houseboats were moored, rocking gently on the dark tide and illuminated by a nearly-full moon in a sky that was for once free of the almost constant coastal clouds. There were mingled sounds of bongo drums and guitars and stereos blasting out hard rock. Young men laughed and girls squealed in feigned protests at whatever was being proposed, or already done to them. Ribald songs were being sung in uncertain chorus. Invitations and suggestions were called from one houseboat to another this balmy night.
Perched alone on a piling, bringing a cigarette to her pouting lips for a nervous puff from time to time, Freddy Downs was feeling completely miserable. Somewhere out there in the moon-silvered dark was her husband, Paul, avowedly in search of a girl who would do for him things which she steadfastly refused to do. Particularly things with her mouth which she had been brought up to believe were in extreme conflict with nature, although she admitted to herself that, since they'd moved into the free-living university atmosphere, everybody they knew seemed to consider as nothing more than beautiful routes to sensual pleasures.
But if such things - the fondling, licking, kissing, biting, even sucking a man's penis - were generally done and approved by society, why hadn't the trusted family doctor, who had carefully explained the "facts of life" to her at her mother's request, ever mentioned them? Freddy grimaced at the thought of that session. Dr. Markham was undoubtedly a competent general practitioner of the old school back in her New England home town, and he had the virtue of still making house calls, if not the charisma of a Marcus Welby. Even as a child, Fredrika had thought of him as having all the personality of a freshly-dead haddock. Her flesh had always trembled when he touched it during one of her periodic physicals. He had shown her medical charts of the male and female bodies and explained their purpose and function. He had made it all sound about as interesting and functional as re-roofing the tall-steepled white church of which he was a vestryman.
And all the while she knew, from what she heard from the other girls in her school, that there was a great deal more to sex than that.
Just how much more she had not been able to imagine before her marriage to Paul Downs. The sensations he could arouse in her sleek young body, with its high, wide-spaced breasts, tiny waist, flowing hips and long, firm-muscled legs, had been beyond her wildest fantasies, even those which came to mind on nights when she lay in her own room, trying to be quiet as she rubbed her fingers along her blonde-fringed pussy slit and found the little button of her clitoris which sent an eruption of pleasure flooding deep through her trembling, young loins, trying to be mouse-quiet because her parents in their bedroom down the hail might hear and suspect.
Paul had been twenty-two when they married, and Freddy barely eighteen. She had assumed that he had been with women, because he'd been to college and in the service.. She had expected it, because Mother had said often enough that men were that way, and Freddy didn't mind. She was almost grateful that she would be getting a lover with at least some experience. And Paul had been both astonished and delighted to find himself with a virgin bride. Freddy had been tense early on their wedding night, but found herself quickly responding to the deft stroking of his hands, and his moist hot kisses which moved over her body and brought her young nipples to almost painful erection as his tongue swirled around them. But when he had attempted to slide his seeking mouth lower on her inflamed body, she had captured his head in her hands and held him back. She had parted her legs eagerly for him as he mounted her, and then there was the feeling of the huge bulbous head of his cock rubbing her tender young pussy, parting the swollen lips. She remembered panting and becoming tense until his tongue delved deep into her mouth and she forgot everything until there was a quick, hot stab of pain and she realized the maidenhead she'd protected so long was irretrievably gone. Again she could hear in her mind her gasp of surprise, feel him pause for her breathing to resume its former pace before sinking his lust-engorged penis all the way into her, slowly and deeply, and holding his weight on his elbows while his hands massaged the feverish mounds of her breasts and he waited for her virginal cunt to relax and accommodate itself to this strange invader. Then he had begun to pump into her slowly, wonderfully, and she had found herself rising to meet his strokes, beginning to pant heavily again as the pain went away and was replaced by sheer pleasure.
Without conscious thought, she had wrapped her legs tightly around him and locked his driving body in her arms and sought his mouth. What was happening was unfamiliar, but not strange, nothing her body hadn't anticipated and been ready for, although her mind certainly hadn't. It was far better than anything the girls at school had talked about, and she was glad that she had waited, fighting off the back-seat lovers, and been intact for her husband on this most beautiful of nights.
Paul had used his cock with skill and endurance that night, and she had responded eagerly, sobbing and moaning and letting him know how good he was making her feel, but he had not succeeded in bringing her to orgasm, although she thought she must be close when finally he lost control of himself and began drilling wildly and deeply into her most sensitive flesh, stretching her pulsing young pussy to its utmost, until she could feel the velvet head of his slippery member ramming against the mouth of her womb and the heavy slap of his balls against, the widespread cheeks of her churning buttocks while his hands squeezed her full breasts in rhythm with his strokes. She felt the gushing hot streams of his cum spilling into her cunt as it's never-before-used muscles milked the spewing staff of their own volition. Then, exhausted, he was lying heavily on her and she was stroking his back and holding him close while his penis slowly became flaccid.
"Oh, you are the sweetest fucking," he muttered in her ear, kissing it tenderly.
She had immediately gone tight and twisted under his weight, pleading, "Please, never say that word."
"That's what it's called," he had said, his voice, so passionate a few minutes before sounding almost cold. "What else do you call it when you're doing it?"
"Making love," she had replied after a long pause.
"Okay," he said, as if it didn't matter what it was called. "Whatever you say."
Slightly embarrassed by what she recognized as her own Yankee prudishness, she had padded naked into the bathroom. She was surprised to see there was very little blood between her legs, but that her tender cunt was richly full of her new husband's semen. The faint musky smell filled her flaring, nostrils as she gently washed herself clean. Then, in their honeymoon cottage on the shore of vast Rangeley Lake in Maine, she had made two cups of instant coffee in the tiny kitchen and brought it, and the bottle of brandy Paul bad bought at the state liquor store, back to the bedroom. The dim light touched her fair skin with golden tones and she had tried to make her walk as appealing as possible. She enjoyed being naked with Paul, now that it was finally legal and proper, and wanted him to admire her lush young body. She let her mass of pale blonde hair sweep up along his lanky young frame as she handed him the cup and offered her passion-heavy mouth for his kiss.
"Pretty baby," he said, grinning. "Beautiful baby."
"Beautiful man," she whispered back, deep violet eyes wide. She looked at his now-softened penis. "How long does it take ... ?"
"About two cups of coffee and a little necking."
"I'll try to wait," she had giggled, stretching out beside him.
His time estimate had been extremely accurate. The unfamiliar stimulation of the brandy was loosening her up even more. She wanted to let Paul know how much she enjoyed him, but still she halted him when his mouth went below her breasts as their bodies pressed and rubbed together. She did not resist when he took her hand and guided it down to his thickening penis. She had been curious about the male organ for a long time, and wanted to touch it. Now it was soft and slick with their mingled juices. She felt it twitch and grow in her fingers and began to stroke it, sliding the foreskin back, gazing at the pink glands which was darkening as blood flooded into the stiffening shaft. She leaned closer for a better look, but drew back when she felt the light touch of his hand move up her arched back and press gently on her head, as if inviting it to move lower. His hand fell away and she continued to stroke him, feeling him grow immense and iron-bard.
"I don't see how it was all inside me," she whispered.
"It can go even deeper if you're on top," he said softly, stroking her swelling thighs. "Want to try?"
"No ..." she murmured. That position, although there didn't seem to be anything wrong with it, hadn't been explained to her by the doctor. She thought she'd like to know Paul better before trying any variations. She tried to make her refusal seem natural. "I don't think I could take any more right away than I bad the first time. I have to get used to this thing of yours." She lay back on the bed and drew him over her, this time guiding his steel-hard cock to her eager pussy. "Love me, Paul."
That time he bad plunged deep into her with a single, driving stroke. As she squealed and her legs jerked high in the air, he caught them and bent them back until they touched her throbbing breasts. She tried to protest and then fell silent, except to moan in pleasure. Each ramming thrust of his heavy, huge-knobbed cock rocked her entire body and the pressure of her knees on her distended nipples nearly doubled the wild sensations she was feeling. His balls were smacking hard on the widespread cheeks of her quivering buttocks and she began to gasp in ecstasy, rolling with him, surging up, arching against him with each stroke. It felt like she had a pile driver buried deep in her warmly clutching cunt. Her head tossed and her eyes glazed and it was difficult to focus on his face.
It seemed like he would never stop, and she didn't want him to. She drew his face down and kissed him passionately, sucking his tongue deep into her mouth, loving this kind of kissing now.
Then he was panting hard again, and she felt him getting even bigger and harder in her expanded vagina and she ground her heaving loins up hard against him, gasping, gulping air through flared nostrils. And again came the spurting flood of cum into the seething depths of her pussy. She could feel each jetting gush splashing far up inside her flexing cunt, and without being told to, she reached a hand down and cupped his bails while he was cumming.
Again, she hadn't cum herself, but she wasn't worried. The way her body felt, she was sure she would as soon as this sort of thing was not such a novelty.
They lay locked together until, both exhausted, they had slowly disengaged and fitted their bodies close and slept.
Yes, in every way, their wedding night had been all Freddy Downs could have hoped for - all any inexperienced young girl could have hoped for and more than most virgins ever experienced - and the way her new husband woke her up was equally delightful, if startling for a moment.
They were lying close together, her back against his hard-muscled chest, her buttocks pressed tightly to his loins when gradually the presence of something long and hot and hard at the juncture of her thighs brought her to slow, drowsy wakefulness. She felt his hand stroking the soft rise of her hip, and then his fingers delving around to the front of her, teasing the blonde-fringed slit of her pussy. Instinctively she arched back against him and, remembering, lifted her leg slightly. The full hard length of his cock began to rub slowly along the warmly pulsing flesh of her pussy and she sighed and began to squirm as the tight, damp petals of her cunt began to open. She started to turn to him but his weight blocked her, and he was drawing one of the thick, firm pillows down on the bed, positioning it at her hips. Then he slowly rolled her belly-down on it and his knee slid in between her legs, parting them, as her trembling buttocks rose. She caught her breath and let her legs splay wide, rising to him as his throbbing penis sought entry.
"Help me put it in, honey," he whispered.
Without a word, she had reached down between her legs, grasping the desire-heated member, and guided it forward. Then she gasped as its length slid smoothly up into her, deep, deep, deep! It seemed as if there was no end to it, that Paul could penetrate her even more deeply than he had the night before. And there was no sensation of pain, only a great, pleasurable swelling in her rapidly-moistening cunt. She sighed and rotated her sleek buttocks and humped up at him as he began to fuck her slowly, reaming her clutching vagina, churning deep inside her. She rose slightly on her elbows and began to rock back and forth with each stroke. In a matter of minutes, she was sobbing wildly, begging him to do it harder and deeper as his strong hands grasped the heaving half-moons of her buttocks and spread them wide. She tossed her head and grunted.
"Do it ... do It! DO ME!" she cried out.
And he had obliged her for what seemed like half the morning before beginning to fuck mercilessly into her peeping cunt. She felt him getting thicker and harder and then came the hot spray of his cum washing the walls of her clutching passage.
Again, she was sure she had been on the verge of cumming herself. The fact that she hadn't quite made it she put down to her own inexperience, and perhaps some subconscious aversion to being taken from behind, although there certainly seemed to be nothing wrong with the approach, and it afforded her even more pleasure than she'd known the first two times, either because the soreness of having her virginity ripped away was gone, or because her mate could penetrate her even more deeply this way. There was certainly no reason to fault Paul's performance. He wasn't the type of male some of her girl friends complained about, one who "pumps, puffs and pops" in a matter of seconds.
And was that ever something to be glad of.
All in all, it had been a successful honeymoon. It had lasted two full weeks, and on the fifth night, she had succeeded in cumming. Not furiously, wrenchingly, but making it joyously and feeling complete.
Freddy had realized that Paul wanted more.
He wanted to use his mouth on her, and have her take his eager penis between her soft, sensuous lips and suck it deep into her mouth. His desire was plainly shown through every caress, every tickling search his tongue embarked upon across the hot flesh of her awakening young body. But he had never put it into words, and he had silently, if somewhat sullenly, accepted the little negative reactions with which she responded.
Now nearly two full years had passed, and her answers in body language were still the same. But his demands had become vocal, and he had long ago begun to use the word "fuck" freely, either in reference to what they did in bed or as an expletive of anger or disgust with her attitude. Cock, cunt, ass, pussy and similar words had become part of his everyday vocabulary and served only to drive a deepening wedge between them. And since they had moved three thousand miles from the comparative refinement of Harvard Yard and the Ivy League to wildly-swinging California and the San Francisco Bay area, Freddy Downs had concluded that their life as man and wife was fast going to hell in a hand basket, which was about as close as she came to using profanity unless she did something unfortunate, such as hitting her fingers with a hammer while trying to hang a picture, when she could manage "Damnit-to-hell-oh-SHIT!" before biting her tongue to silence.
Now, sitting morosely on the piling, listening to the lapping of the slow water under the floating docks and hearing the party sounds all around her, sounds she should have been a part of, Freddy Downs lit another cigarette and thought bitterly that it might all have been so different if only they hadn't allowed themselves to be tangled up in the sensuous web spun by Eldon and Beverly Maxey.
If that hadn't happened, Paul might be mundanely but contentedly working his way up in the news department of one of the Boston newspapers or television stations, or in public relations or advertising instead of scraping his way , along as a teaching assistant in the journalism department at Cal and writing an occasional free-lance piece of one kind or another for whatever slick magazine would give him an assignment. Now, it was far too late for anything like Boston to ever happen again.
Eldon Maxey was the head of the Journalism Department at the university. A full professor, he had a national reputation in his field. Students literally came thousands of miles to take his courses. He had also done screen plays for the movies and television and authored several successful books, both fact and fiction. He was a vigorous, ruggedly-handsome womanizing male in his early forties. Bev, a dark-haired, exotic, sexually predatory female, was a dozen or so years younger than El. She was his third wife. Freddy had heard it widely rumored that Bev was a bi-sexual, and from the long, appraising glances she often caught Bev giving her, Freddy thought this was probably true. The thought repelled her, but as long as Bev kept hands off, Freddy wasn't going to bring the question up. Paul had taken several of El's courses in the East, and had so impressed the older man that he had successfully urged Paul to get a California teaching credential in journalism, promising him a job in which he could earn an adequate living while expanding his own knowledge of the field. Paul had a quick, agile mind and there had been no difficulties in reaching this first, modest plateau. Maxey had promised that if they worked together five years, Paul would be able to write his own ticket in television, news papering or almost any allied field. And it looked as though this would indeed be the case. Paul's classes in basic journalism were jammed and he had a waiting list for the fall semester, which would be starting in a few weeks. The fact that more than half his students were co-eds in itself didn't disturb Paul's young wife. She knew that the same situation existed in almost every course which was taught by a young, handsome instructor who had a lot of animal magnetism.
It was the circle into which the whole thing had drawn them which bothered Freddy Downs. It seemed they were wearing the Maxeys. El had made no bones about the fact he intended to bed down with Freddy. And instead of angering Paul, this seemed to amuse him, or at least not disturb him one whit.
"Hell, baby, show me a guy who doesn't want a piece of your sweet ass, and I'll show you a queer," he had said once with an easy laugh when Freddy had brought the matter up. "A little bailing never hurt a girl."
"You mean you wouldn't mind if I ..." she said, aghast.
"I'm not encouraging it," Paul replied, as if it were of no great consequence. "But if it happens, I'm not going to do a Dutch off the Golden Gate Bridge. Or toss you off either."
"Oh, God ..." Freddy had muttered.
Things might not have become quite so severe if decent housing at a price they could afford hadn't been so scarce. The East Bay, the area closest to the campus, swarmed with militants and radicals and was ugly with heavy industry in the bargain. In San Francisco itself, the only places fit to live in were impossibly expensive. They had finally wound up with the rented houseboat, largely because the Maxeys had one at the same marina and knew the owner, who was in Europe for a long stay, developing some vague business interests, and was more concerned with having responsible people living in his floating home than in the rent they could pay. The houseboat had three bedrooms, one containing a vast waterbed, and all the luxuries to be found in an apartment which would have cost them four or five times as much - if they could have found one. It was even capable of churning around the bay on two inboard engines.
Freddy was beginning to wish the damn thing would quietly sink at the dock. Preferably while Paul was aboard, half zonked and making it with some girl who was eager to suck him. There seemed to be many of those. Paul made no secret of the fact that if she wouldn't, others would and he planned to take advantage of every opportunity which came his way. At first, Freddy had believed this to be an empty threat until the day she had come home unexpectedly to find Paul and a pixie-faced girl with short blonde hair on the waterbed.
Paul had been lying on his back, naked, his legs spread wide. The girl, equally naked, had been kneeling between his legs, her head rising and falling slowly, her lips and tongue working, making wet, slurping sounds as his turgid cock slid in and out of her straining mouth and her fingers massaged his balls. The girl had opened her eyes and seen Freddy staring aghast and shocked, from the doorway. She had raised her head only briefly.
"Hi! Want to join in?" she had asked, grinning, licking her lips. "Get naked."
"That's my wife, baby," Paul said.
"So? This is a big bed. Trios are fun."
Freddy had repressed a scream. She had run down the swaying dock, up the ramp to shore and across a graveled parking lot to a bar she had never gone into alone before. She had climbed on the first stool she found in the dim interior and proceeded to get sobbingly drunk for several hours. She might have allowed herself to be picked up by one of the men who kept buying her drinks, have let them do anything to her, except that the bartender happened to be a lesbian type who threatened in all sincerity to take care of the first male who tried anything out of line. The bartender didn't try anything either, because her newly-acquired femme was also in the place. It had ended with the bartender telling her girl friend to take Freddy back to the houseboat, make sure she got to bed safely and keep her damn hands and mouth to herself!
Freddy had awakened with an aching head and a churning stomach and a strong resolve to never speak to her husband again. But in only a few days, she had yielded to Paul's pleas, accepted his story that he'd been more than half drunk and had not realized what was happening with the blonde girl until it had been too late to stop. Freddy had known it to be a bare-faced lie, but by then the needs of her own body were so strong she couldn't deny them any longer. She had almost raped Paul, but the wild fusion of their flesh hadn't sealed the rift. It was to remain and widen in the ensuing months, until now Freddy could think of him doing unspeakable things with other girls and not really care. She suspected she was fast losing all her pride.
Now it was completely dark. She lowered herself from the piling to the walkway and padded on bare feet to their darkened houseboat. It was silent. She knew Paul was off on one of the other boats, doing something with another girl. Or girls. She turned on a dim light, crossed the big salon to the galley, got out a bottle of bourbon and made herself a stiff drink. She carried it to the big lounge chair, lit a cigarette and began to sip it slowly while she tried to think of a way out of her dilemma.
The trouble with you, girl, is you're square! Square! She knew it must be the truth. In spite of the frequent raging demands of her own body and the way Paul increasingly chose to leave them unsatisfied, she had never responded to any of the offers, veiled or boldly made, which came her way from practically every male she met. It seemed like they all knew of her problem and wanted to help her solve it, but she shut them out, sometimes forcibly.
So now they think you're some kind of freak, she muttered to herself, admitting that, rightly or wrongly, she was the one who was out of step in this casual, liberated world in which she found herself. And she no longer had her former world to return to. She could take her body back to the Puritan ethic of New England, but her head wouldn't be able to make the trip. Not now, not after the surging ecstasies she'd known in Paul's arms, not now that she had learned to cry out wildly as his rampant cock brought her to soul-shattering completion even on nights when she had coupled with him reluctantly at first only to have the savage demands of her body overcome the restraints of her emotions.
God, what would my parents think? she mused, realizing that not once had she ever heard them making love in the rambling old house, let alone caught a glimpse of them doing it. The master bedroom which they occupied had been at the extreme north end of the second floor of the mansion, while Freddy had slept on the lower floor, in the southernmost room, as far away as it was physically possible to get and still be under the same roof. And there had been other restraints. From the earliest days of her childhood, there had been a strict, unbreakable rule that she was never to enter her parents bedroom without knocking and asking permission. Furthermore, the room was almost always locked anyway, and Freddy had been aware that her mother frequently slept in an adjoining room. Although the girl bad attached no importance to this in her younger years, her mother had once explained that she did so because she herself preferred a warm room for sleeping, while Freddy's father was not comfortable unless the icy winds of New England were surging through an open window. This had seemed reasonable, and Freddy had not given the matter any thought for years. Now, delving into her memory, she was unable to recall ever seeing her father in bed with her mother, or in bed at all, for that matter. Always when she had been admitted to the bedchamber, her father had been up and about, and wearing at least pajamas and robe if not completely dressed for the day. And her mother would likewise be fully covered, if only by a billowing negligee over her nightgown, a combination which shielded its wearer from even the most penetrating gaze. Freddie wondered if they ever made love at all, now that she had time to think about it. If they did, they had obviously taken successful precautions, because she was an only child.
Enough to fuck up anybody's head, she thought, and felt the blood rise in her cheeks as she realized the forbidden word had sprung into her mind as the only one which accurately expressed what she was feeling. She stirred and got to her feet and made herself another drink, wondering what to do about Paul this night. She was going to have to do something, and soon. With each passing day, her husband was entrenching himself deeper into the wild-living community of the house boaters, which was augmented by an influx of undergraduates from Cal who sought out both her husband and Eldon Maxey. She was aware that many of them belonged to something called the Sexual Freedom League, an organization apparently dedicated to all the diverse pleasures the flesh could offer. Couples, trios, quartets, even well-planned orgies, were all these people seemed to be interested in.
Damn it, I like sex too, Freddy thought sullenly. Why can't I have It clean and beautiful the way It should be?
She was unable to comprehend how some people - Paul included - could casually engage in sex acts with others present. She was sure anything like that would turn her off completely. In a dim corner of her mind, she suspected that if she were a man, and found herself in bed with two beautiful women, she might enjoy having some form of sex with both at once. As a woman, she could not picture herself with more than one male. After all, she had only one cunt, eager though it might be for the swollen penis of a man. The closest she could come to imagining such a session would be maybe holding one man's cock in her hands, fondling it, while the second man fucked her. She enjoyed playing with Paul's cock, teasing it with her fingertips, drawing the foreskin back from the ridged knob that felt so good when it was burrowing deep in her clutching vagina, hefting the heavy weight of his balls.
Suddenly Freddy had to know what was going on in the night around her. The music, the throbbing drums, called out to her, and she was intrigued by the reasons behind the frequent squeals and high laughter of feminine voices and suggestive invitations which carried, across the, water to her. She abruptly drained her drink, got a soft sweater from a drawer and pulled it on. She left the light burning as she latched the houseboat door behind her and stepped up to the floating dock. Slowly and silently, moving on bare feet, she padded down the planks to the Maxey houseboat, moored a few slips away. She tried to keep in the shadows. As she drew closer, she could feel a surge of anticipation deep in her trembling belly. She was afraid of what she would see, but had to look anyway.
The Maxey craft was considerably smaller and less luxurious than the one she and Paul rented, but still measured nearly forty feet overall, with a beam of about sixteen feet. There was an open cockpit at the stern, snubbed up to the pilings. From there a ladder led to the sundeck and pilothouse on the upper level. Dimly, she could see several figures moving together on the upper deck. She beard the clink of glasses and a soft giggle of false protest from a girl up there. The cockpit was unoccupied as Freddy stepped aboard, careful to ease her weight down so that no sudden bobbing of the craft betrayed her presence. From the main cabin came the sounds of folk-rock. A soft light came through the curtained portholes. The rear wall was almost entirely glass, So that occupants of the houseboat could look out over the harbor on days when the weather was too cold to allow comfortable lounging on the air mattresses casually scattered over the cockpit. The curtains were not completely drawn, and Freddy had the vagrant thought that it was surprising they were drawn at all. Eldon and Bev Maxey never showed much concern about what people who might pass by could see if they happened to look in. But now the curtains were covering all but a few inches of the glass. Holding her breath, Freddy slowly sank to her knees on an air mattress and peered through the gap in the cloth.
She drew her breath in sharply and blinked at what she saw. There were eight or ten people visible from her vantage point, and she knew that there might well be others in the bedroom beyond her line of vision. They had one thing in common. Every one was stark staring naked!
Her fascinated gaze moved slowly from one bare body to another. Her own husband was the first one her wide eyes fastened on. He was lounging on a sofa, a can of beer in his hand as he looked up at Bev Maxey. Her bare calf was brushing Paul's knee and the heavy melons of her breasts swayed and jiggled as she moved in time with the sensuous beat of the rock music. It was the first time Freddy Downs had seen the woman naked and she realized Bev's body was even more voluptuous than she had thought when she'd seen her in the skimpy bikini or hot pants and halter which she usually wore around the. marina. The breasts, although large, stood firm, without, any suggestion of sagging. The nipples centered in the darker areoles were long, pointed. The narrow waist seemed too small for the fullness of her breasts and the rich curve of the hips which rounded into heart-shaped buttocks. As she moved, Bev Maxey's muscles tippled in long, sleek legs. Now she was saying something to Paul, her full mouth widening in a laugh, showing the fine, white teeth. Her dark hair hung in a tousled mass from her shoulders.
What surprised Freddy was that Paul didn't have an erection. His cock was flaccid, hanging down over the hairy sac of his scrotum, and Freddy leapt to the conclusion that he'd already had sex with Beverly - or possibly one of the other women. Maybe even the one who at that moment was starting an intricate bit of lovemaking with Eldon Maxey. The big man lay flat on his back on an air mattress across the room from where Paul sat. His athlete's body was thick with dark curling hair which made him look even more virile as the woman with him slowly stroked his growing cock with one hand while the other tickled his balls.
Maxey was lying flat, propped up on his elbows, his lazy eyes watching the woman, inviting her to go farther. Freddy Downs knew her, although not very well, because she had chosen to keep the acquaintanceship as distant as possible. The woman - girl, really - was in Freddy's mind an utter whore. Her name was Trish Marion. She was only twenty years old and beautiful as the sin she epitomized, with flowing auburn hair, a full ripe body which she cared for like a cat, a languorous pair of lips which seemed to be in a perpetual pout. Set off by her hair, her eyes seemed to be a deep green shade, but Freddy knew they were really closer to hazel. Her legs were lung, slender, well-tanned, her buttocks taut and smooth. Now she was kneeling beside Maxey, slowly pumping his hardening rod of flesh, drawing blood to swell the enormous head. Maxey's hand moved and she let her thighs part as his fingers moved up over the sensitive inner flesh and delved into the reddish curls of her pubic hair. She jerked involuntarily at his touch, then her mouth widened in a grin and she pumped his cock rapidly for a moment, then began to rock her pelvis against his lewdly probing hand.'
Maxey arched his back and said something to her. Trish's head lowered and the tip of her tongue wet her full lips until they glistened. Her face hovered momentarily over the now-huge cock, and then her tongue began to lick it. Slowly, around the ridge and glands until it shone in the light, then down the length of it to his hair-covered balls. Her face burrowed into the tangled mass of pussy hair and her free hand teased over his chest and down to his navel. She began to move her wet lips over the turgid rod as if she were eating an ear of corn.
Freddy was repelled by the wanton sight, but couldn't draw her eyes away. She held her breath as Trish Marion finally parted her lips wide and fastened them on the blood-swollen tip of Maxey's penis. Her cheeks hollowed and Freddy knew she was sucking hard. Then the length of Maxey's rod slowly disappeared up into the devouring mouth as Trish worked her head down around it. The mass of auburn hair began to rise and fall over the man's naked loins, very slowly, and Eldon Maxey caught it in his hands and played with it For several minutes, Freddy barely drew breath as she watched Trish so lewdly sucking and licking her partner. Then the head came up and Trish was moving over Maxey, straddling him. Maxey reached between his legs and took the long thick shaft and held it straight up as Irish slowly lowered her cunt over it.
With her fingers, the teenaged girl spread her pussy-lips wide to engulf the huge head like another mouth, her buttocks swaying from side to side as she sank slowly down on the lust-inflated rod of flesh. She was looking down at Maxey, grinning as she paused with only half his length in her widespread pussy. She began to rotate her pelvis with smooth ripplings of her muscles, easing ever downward, until finally she let her full weight drop on him and she was impaled. Maxey's big hands grabbed her hips as she began to surge back and forth, up and down, making the professor's lust-bloated penis root deep in her body as he matched her wild rhythm. Several of the others, including Paul and Bev Maxey, had turned to watch. 8ev said something, possibly suggesting a' variety in the action, as her husband began to fuck in earnest, rising to meet the demands of the cuntal mouth which gripped him so tightly.
Well, at least she's not sucking his cock, at least any more, Freddy thought as she watched. She found it difficult to identify With these two copulating creatures as flesh-and-blood people she and Paul knew. She was even able to be remote about the act of fellatio she had witnessed, to view it somewhat the way the participants must have thought of it. The woman using her mouth to bring her partner to the greatest possible erection so that he could fuck her well. Freddy never for an instant considered that she herself would do such a thing, but if others enjoyed it, well, that was their business, really. Unless it was being done to her husband. That would make it different. She still cringed from the memory of the day she had walked in and found the blonde girl so casually sucking Paul.
In the moments during which her mind wandered from the scene unfolding a few feet away, while her eyes had watched but the images they picked up were not registering on her numbed brain, Bev Maxey had moved away from Paul and now was kneeling beside the wildly fucking couple, her eyes intent on the straining face of Irish as the girl bounced furiously up and down on Eldon Maxey and his rigid cock plunged in and out of her glistening vagina. Bev was fingering herself slowly now, parting the lips of her cunt to reach the coral-hued inner mouth and the excitedly rising bud of her clitoris. Her husband grinned up at her and he took one hand from Irish's churning hips to stroke his wife's leg and draw her to him. Bev scooted around and swung a leg over El's face and squatted down over him. Both his hands closed on her hips and he guided her down over his mouth. Freddy could see the tip of his tongue reach out, find the gaping pussy-slit, probe into it as Bev settled herself and began to rock slowly back and forth. Maxey's lips fastened tightly over his wife's pussy and his fingers parted the narrow crease of her buttocks as his tongue slaved lewdly up between her legs.
Bev tossed her dark mane of hair and an expression of ecstasy came over her face as her husband licked and sucked at her widely splayed pussy.
Then, balancing her weight on her knees, she leaned forward. Her hands reached, closed over the wildly dancing mounds of Trish Marion's breasts and squeezed them. Trish's head went back and she ground her pussy down hard on Maxey's jerking rod. Her mouth was heavy with passion. Bev's mouth sought it even as she rubbed her lubricious pussy down on Maxey's mouth, and her tongue slid deep between Irish's lips: She was rubbing Irish's breasts faster now and her entire body trembled. The three strained at each other, frying for even more sensuous connections.
Suddenly a fourth figure moved into the scene, a tall, tousle-haired young man who made no move to join in what was happening. He was completely occupied with capturing the scene on film. Held steady to his eye was a movie camera. Its lens moved in slow arcs from one to another segment of the picture framed in the viewfinder, coming in close on Trish's cock-filled cunt as it slid easily up and down the glistening rod of male flesh, then sweeping up Maxey's body, across his chest to center on his mouth as it ministered to the dark-haired vagina which hovered above it, then up again to the lust-inciting caresses being exchanged between the two women.
All of them seemed aware of the camera and unconcerned by it.
Freddy knew the one with the camera also. His name was John Nash and he was a student of Maxey's who was ostensibly working his way through Cal as a photographer. It was common knowledge that his camera specialty was in the field of pornography, and he openly admitted to having produced several of the "adult" movies which were currently being shown in the art houses of San Francisco. He lived with Irish Marion, and Irish was the star of several of his productions and his principal recruiter of new talent. Irish herself had already made a commercial success of sex and boasted openly of being the youngest call-house madam in the area. She found her girls on the campus and frankly told anyone who wanted to know that the nubile, fresh-faced girls who let her arrange dates for them had needed very little persuasion before they agreed to put a price on a commodity they had been giving away until they met her. Freddy saw that John Nash didn't have even the start of a hard-on as he moved about, getting the action from one angle and then another, zooming in for close-ups of the glistening loins and eager mouths and hands. She doubted that this particular film would ever be shown to any but small, select audiences. No matter how uninhibited he might be, Eldon Maxey could not risk his full professorship by showing up as a stag film stud.
Suddenly they were reaching a climax together. Maxey thrashing and driving up even harder and faster at Irish's clutching pussy, Bev grinding her passion-drenched cunt down against his mouth, Irish gyrating wildly as she was penetrated to the fullest depths of her widespread cunt. There was a simultaneous moaning from the trio. Maxey's back arched and his cock grew even thicker as his balls drew up to his body and their cum jetted deeply into the milking cunt. In moments, as the straining eased lewd strings of cum seeped back out from the cuntal lips and oozed downward to mingle in the forest of pubic hairs. The faces of the women were flushed. Their breasts rose and fell with their harsh breathing. Finally, as if in slow motion, the three disengaged themselves and fell apart.
Outside the window, Freddy was mesmerized, unable to move. She gradually became aware of an ache in her knees, of a constriction in her chest, a dampness up between her legs. She had never experienced such a thing before in her young life. She was revolted by what she had seen, and by what she was now feeling. She wanted to fuck!
She could feel the lips of her pussy swollen and distended against the tight thin fabric of her shorts, knew her cunt was opening and closing, seeking to be filled.
I'm an animal. No better than they are, she thought. Oh, God, how I want to fuck! Fuck!
Chapter Two
Freddy was totally unaware of the young man who had silently moved up close behind her in the cockpit, so close that she could easily have heard his breathing if every fragment of her awareness hadn't been concentrated on the lewd scene which she was watching.
He was a muscular youth of nineteen or so, deep-chested and wide in the shoulder, with the hard body of one who swims a long time every day. He was called Hubba, and if he had a last name, nobody seemed to know it, or at least use it. He was just Hubba. He worked around the marina as a jack-of-all-trades, a pleasant youth, good with his hands and a hard worker, always willing to oblige with fixing or painting or a dirty job like clearing a plugged toilet. He lived aboard a small sloop, hardly more than a day sailor and considered himself fortunate. He had neither the intellectual capacity for college nor the desire for more formal education than he had managed to acquire in high' school. He liked his work and he particularly liked the way it brought him close to an abundance of young cunt. He had never yet met a girl who asked if he had a master's degree before she opened her legs .for him. And most of them did at the first opportunity. Some of the older women - he considered anyone over twenty-seven to be from another generation - frequently made it possible for him to combine work and pleasure. It was not at all unusual for Hubba to spend an entire afternoon, at five dollars an hour, re-lighting the pilot of a balky butane stove in the galley of a houseboat. It took ten minutes to get the flame going in the stove and three hours to put out the fire in the woman who had summoned him. Hubba seldom found it necessary to make any moves on his own. The overtures were usually made to him by his temporary employer. It always amazed his uncomplicated mind slightly that so many of them wanted to suck his cock. He could understand it, after he'd fucked them once and they were in the mood for more, how they might want to get down on their knees and work him over with their lips and tongue until he was hard again. But a good many times they just kept mouthing him after he was huge and rock-hard again, until he'd had all he could stand and shot great streams of cum into their eagerly sticking mouths. And some, that was all they ever wanted to do, blow him, swallow his sperm like they were starving. A few wanted him to eat them, and he'd do it, but a mouthful of cunt juice didn't turn him on much.
What turned Hubba on the most was what he was looking fixedly at now, the delicious chick he had never made it with, Freddy Downs. God, what a magnificent ass, pale in the reflected moonlight, erotically encased in skin-tight white shorts, threatening to burst out of them as she kneeled and pressed her face close to the window glass. Standing just a few feet behind her, Hubba could see part of what was going on inside the houseboat, and he could tell that Freddy was as hot as a pistol from watching, no matter how indifferent she always pretended to be about sex. Although he didn't know the details, Hubba was well aware that the sex scene Freddy had with Paul was far from what it could have been. Particularly for Paul. That son of a bitch was fucking everything he could get his hands on, getting his thick cock in the mouth of every chick he came across. Hubba wondered if that was what was wrong, that maybe Freddy wouldn't do it for him. Although he hadn't been able to see it, he knew that Freddy must like her fucking. Plenty of times he'd heard her moaning and half-screaming from the fancy houseboat at night.
Now, at this minute, she was breathing hard and twitching her beautiful ass around and Hubba knew she was plenty hot. Well, that's what he was here for. He'd gotten off once with a girl on the sundeck, but she hadn't been good enough to make him hang around for seconds, so half an hour before, he'd come naked and silent down the ladder, intending to go inside and get another cold beer. And he'd found Freddy and watched her. His cock had slowly grown until it was a huge, a swaying monster of flesh sticking straight out, pointing up at the stars. He moved close and dropped to his knees behind Freddy, his hands reaching out.
"Aaah!" she gasped in surprise at Hubba's touch. She had thought she was entirely alone, in fact had lost all conscious awareness of her surroundings. The pressure of strong fingers on her buttocks brought her sharply back to reality. She tried to twist free, and jerked her head around in alarm. "Who -"
"It's me, Hubba, baby. You watching the show too, huh? Don't blame you. You hot? I'll do you up good."
"Get away from me!" she blurted, her voice barely audible. She wanted to scream the words, but her throat was constricted by shock and fear. "Leave me alone!"
"Hey, cool it," Hubba muttered in her ear. His left arm had moved around in front of her, drawing her back tight against his virile body, and the fingers of his right hand were fumbling for the zipper of her shorts and trying to peel them down over the firm roundness of her trembling buttocks. "Make a fuss and they'll come running out and you'll have to tell them you've been peeking, Freddy. Now you know you want it. Want it bad!"
"Oh, God ..." she mumbled, trying to break from his grip and succeeding only in grinding her buttocks harder against him. She could feel the hotly probing head of his cock at the juncture of her thighs as he rocked against her. She almost pitched forward but caught herself just in time, taking her weight on the palms of her hands. She could barely see him as a dark shape, a hot body pressing tightly against her in the cool night air. The movement had parted her legs for an instant, just long enough for his throbbing rod to slide between them from behind, along the already-sensitive lips of her cunt which was separated from his penis only by a tissue-thin covering of fabric. She could feel the ridge of the glands sliding hotly over her aroused young pussy. His hand was still pulling at the top of her shorts and she clamped her thighs firmly together and writhed forward, trying to escape Hubba's intrusion. But every shift of her body only heightened her awareness of the turgid member so close to her burning pussy. She felt waves of heat undulate through her body and knew that it was betraying her, crying out for rape, for fulfillment. She clenched her teeth and moaned and, by sheer force of will, kept her thighs clamped tight, the muscles of her buttocks clenched against temptation. "Hubba ... stop ... please, don't!"
"Oh, what an ass," he moaned, bending over her, thrusting hard downward, so the length of his throbbing staff burst into the air in front of her thinly clad loins. "Ooh ... move it, baby!"
She moved, but to escape, not to help him. But the result was the same. There was no way she could break from his hold, and each writhing of. her young body only resulted in more exciting friction between his plundering rod and the opening lips of her warmly flowing cunt. She could feel herself wet down there already and a wild part of her mind told her to do what he wanted, to relax, let him peel the taut fabric away from her treasures and bury his staff deep in her pulsing vagina. The fingers moved around in front, began to rub at the hard little button of her clitoris and she wished they would rip the doth away, bare her quaking cunt to the cool night air and the hot male flesh that sought to penetrate it. Freddy tried to drive the thought from her mind, and with a supreme effort kept her thighs clenched around the lewdly pumping staff. She accepted what had been so suddenly forced upon her, but gave nothing further, except that she could not force her body to deny the stimulation it was getting. She found herself traitorously rocking back and forth in rhythm with his thrusts, swaying from side to side as the warm spear swept in between her legs and stimulated her cuntal lips beyond bearing. She bit her lip and tried not to cry out, tried not to let him hear the ragged panting that came from her over-aroused body. She let her head fall forward so the cascade of blonde hair concealed her face, and looking down her body, she saw the head of his cock ram in and out obscenely between her legs, dark against the white of her shorts., She realized then that he had removed the imprisoning arm from around her waist and that both hands were on her twitching buttocks as she humped voluntarily back at him. She was doing it, making her body move this way! He had gotten to her. The thin doth barrier was nothing. She could hear the soft slapping of his naked belly against her behind, and she knew that if right now he tried again to rip her shorts off, whatever movements she made would be, to help rather than prevent it.
Freddy sensed he didn't realize this. Her mind swirled as she thought of telling him to stop for just a moment, until she could get naked for him, and then she fought the notion down. She was fully aroused, wanted him in her, deep and hot and hard, but she knew that if it happened, she would be unable to hold back the screams of passion which were building inside her, ready to spill past her slack lips and reverberate out over the quiet harbor. No! She couldn't do that! It was enough to know that she was an animal, as much of an animal as any 'of the others in the inner room, and caught up in an adulterous situation to boot, without announcing the fact in the throes of orgasm.
But she would cum! She would cum wildly in this almost-obscene coupling, choke back the cries of ecstasy and wild completion that she knew Hubba was going to bring her to in just minutes, maybe in seconds. She knew that the crotch band of her shorts was soaked with her cuntal juices, slick with the moist droplets seeping from the deeply-probing penis which her thighs now clenched eagerly.
Suddenly the sensations overwhelmed her. She felt the hot churning deep in her belly, the wave of liquid fire drenching the depths of her cunt and spreading outward until they engulfed her completely. Spasm after spasm shook her straining body. She heard herself gasping uncontrollably through clenched teeth.
"I'm cumming! Cumming! Goddamn you you're making me cum! Now! Now ... your cock is huge ... FUCK!!"
For the first time in her life, Freddy was able to say the word freely, wantonly, eagerly, without shame, even though she held it to a soft, ragged whisper. As her muscles contracted with the onset of another wave of cumming, Freddy saw the pistoning length of Hubba's cock thrusting lewdly up between her legs. Without making a conscious decision, she found herself supporting her weight on one hand while the other reached down to close over the thick rubbery head of his cock. it was hot and slick to her touch, yet velvet-soft. Her fingers squeezed around it just as Hubba's fucking became harder, deeper, more urgent. She felt the clenching of the rigid muscle, and then the first jet of cum spilled into her confining hand. She kept her grip tight and pumped at it as the hot, gushing semen spurted from him. She drove her buttocks back hard against him and could feel each succeeding surge of cum travel the length of the massive member before it inundated her fingers.
Finally there was no more. She continued to hold onto him, panting and trembling, until his penis began to soften in her hand. She took her fingers away then, cupping her palm to hold his heated cum as he silently backed away from her. After a moment she was able .to kneel upright, then slowly get to her feet. She looked down, not wanting to meet the look that must wait in his eyes.
"Hey - that was something else, baby," he said softly, panting. "Really wild."
"My God ..." she murmured. She could feel the light pressure of his body as he stood close to her, the wet length of his cock against her, the light pressure of his hands cupping her damp buttocks. His cum was cooling in the palm of her hand, tendrils of it seeping obscenely through her fingers. She didn't know what to do with it. "I'm ... I'm dizzy. Or something."
She could see the whiteness of his teeth as he smiled at her. They were in dark shadow. She could feel the nearness of him and the aroma of his cum filled her flaring nostrils. It glistened in her hand. She still didn't know how to get rid of it, She didn't want to wipe it off on her sweater. Then his hand was stroking up her back slowly, moving around her shoulder, down the length of her arm until it was under her own outstretched hand. He lifted it slightly toward her face. She looked into the darkness of his eyes for a long moment. The sound of her breathing was ragged in her ears. Obeying the unspoken command, she brought her hand up close to her mouth. Her tongue seemed to slip through her passion-swollen lips of its own accord and dip into the viscous puddle, tasting tentatively, then going deeper, swirling in the thickening mass.
Freddy had never tasted cum before. The slightly musky flavor, the smell of it, excited her. Before she realized fully what she was doing she had lapped her palm dean and was taking each of her fingers into her mouth, sucking every drop, every bit of taste, from them.
Only when there was no more, and the thudding of her heart slowed to a normal pace and her breathing was controlled and steady, did she slowly let her hand drop down between their close-pressed bodies. She listened remotely to the muted sound of laughter from within the houseboat and tilted her face up. She knew her lips were slick with his cum, probably glistening in the dark. She knew he would kiss her. She wanted to be kissed now, but she was afraid he would kiss the taste away, that his tongue would invade her mouth and take away the portion of his cum that she hadn't already swallowed.
Without a word, Freddy Downs stepped around Hubba and over the cockpit rail to the dock. She moved silently into the night, toward her own houseboat, her tongue moving languidly over her lips. Once aboard, in her own bedroom, she turned a soft light on and, with a few smooth motions, stripped her scant clothes off. She stepped close to a mirror, looking at her mouth. It seemed no different than it had ever been, except possibly a bit swollen, the way it got when she had sex and was fulfilled. She savored the lingering aftertaste of cum and wondered with some confusion why it had to happen the way it did. Not with her husband, but with a young stud who was virtually a stranger. She knew it was tied up with her having knelt outside the window and watched the others doing it, but there had to be more, a lot more than just getting so hot she'd rooted back at the first cock that had come along, and reached an orgasm that was in its way possibly the wildest she'd ever experienced. And then licking its sticky cum from her own fingers, fingers which had closed eagerly around the rampant spear of his cock and milked it dry.
Of course, she hadn't done all the thinks that had been in her head. It wasn't as though she had taken him into her mouth. She hadn't even thought of doing anything like that when she grabbed it. No. Nothing like that. The whole scene had just been so heavy, so wild, that when Hubba had made one little movement, she had never thought to resist; instead, had willingly licked and tasted and swallowed his semen. Freddy shut her eyes, dosing off her reflected image as the thought that if, instead of guiding her hand to her lips, he had pressed down on her- shoulder while his heavy arm was about it, she would have quietly sunk, to her knees and obediently taken his rock-hard staff between her lips and ministered to it.
Freaking, she thought wildly. I'm freaking out!
Snapping into motion, she gathered up her clothes and dumped them into the wash hamper. Then she stood in the shower and let hot water scald her body while she soaped herself repeatedly and scrubbed at her flesh. She dried with a fluffy towel and spent several minutes m the bedroom, standing before the full-length mirror naked as she brushed her taffy-hued hair. Her cunt was tender to the touch as she powdered herself, and she flushed as she recalled how, for a wild moment, she had wanted Hubba. to rip the flimsy shorts from her and ram his huge cock deep into her hotly hungering pussy. She put the hairbrush back on the dresser and studied herself in the mirror. There was certainly nothing wrong with her body. It was voluptuous in its proportions, and she didn't, have to exercise continuously to keep it that way. Her breasts with their pink nipples centered in areoles of dark coral were firm, outthrust mounds with no sign of sag. Her belly was a gently rising mound that dipped in to a luxurious growth of blonde pubic hair through which the soft slit of her pussy could be seen faintly. The pubic mound was high, made for love, and the well-rounded cheeks of her buttocks, she knew,, held a great fascination for Paul, who often told her he liked to fuck her dog-fashion so much because he could have both his hands and his eyes on them as he hammered deep into the well of her cunt. Her thighs were slim and smooth-muscled, her calves turned to perfection.
Yes, Freddy Downs told her. image. You're made for love. Face it. So get out of your shell and come alive with all your body!
She glanced, at her wristwatch and saw with surprise that it was not quite eleven o'clock. It seemed like the night had gone on forever already, but she guessed that was only because she had seen so much, thought so deeply, and then been betrayed by her own body into a wildness she had never before permitted for herself. Still naked, she moved slowly to the bed, glancing at the curtained portholes to make sure that she couldn't be observed. It wouldn't have surprised her at all if Hubba had followed her home, and was at that moment watching her through a slit. But there were no gaps, and Freddy was able to relax as she lay down on the bed and stared up at the ceiling. She thought for a moment of getting up and going to the room where the waterbed waited and surrendering to its sensuous embrace. She knew that the bachelor who owned the houseboat had installed it for only one purpose - fucking - and she had herself found it a perfect platform for this. It was wildly exciting to lie back and feel the heaving hydraulic pressure send her churning loins upward to meet Paul's impaling rod of flesh when they were together on the undulating surface. Now, she wondered how it would be if she and Hubba were there instead of Paul. Paul was very good in bed. It was a rare mating now which didn't give her an orgasm. But there seemed to be the promise of something different about Hubba. Maybe a gentleness under the wild maleness, an instinctive understanding of her sexual needs. Thinking back, she convinced herself that, at the moment of her surrender, when she wanted Hubba to tear her shorts away and violate her, he had realized it. Yet he hadn't done it. Why? Had he known that the wild sexual abandon of the moment would later have turned to self-accusation and condemnation, while to continue as they were', fucking with the thin shorts between their urgent flesh, would give her the release she so desperately needed, yet save her from the ultimate feeling of guilt later?
It was a lot to attribute to a not-exactly-brilliant boy who had barely finished high school, such sensitivity.
But the way he had gently led her to lick up his cum and savor it - that had been a beautiful, sensitive thing too. Something Paul, with all his bedroom expertise, would never have done.
Flushing, she wished that Hubba were out there right now, that he would silently slip inside and join her and bring her out of her shell, teach her to make love. She felt herself becoming aroused again. Her hand slipped down between her legs, parted the freshly-powdered lips of her pussy and began to languidly stroke her clitoris.
Erotic visions began to materialize behind her heavy-lidded eyes. As if through swirling mist, the figures formed. Paul. The virile Eldon Maxey, his male flesh rigidly seeking her out. Bev making excuses to touch, to rub against her in a feline way. Trish Marion asking her to make a noontime date with a Mongomery Street investment broker. Lanky John Nash, his penis unaccountably replaced by the zoom lens of a movie camera. Hubba coming up behind her, bending her forward with strong arms across the back of a chair and then burrowing far up inside her welcoming vagina with his enormous cock that was gushing sweet cum.
Freddy's pelvis began to rise and fail and her legs splayed wider as the tips of her fingers teased her clitoris and then wormed their way far up into her yearning cuntal passage; first one finger, then two and finally three. She was panting heavily and she knew her face must be flushed. She shut her eyes and thrashed on the bed as she finger-fucked herself, willing herself to cum. But she knew she would fail. She needed the stimulation of watching others. Or she needed the friction of Hubba's cock. It was no good. She wasn't going to make it, and that was that. She had never felt more aroused, and less able to do anything about it, in her entire life.
Oh, there was something she could do. She could put on some clothes and go up the dock to the Maxey houseboat and join the party. She could - if she were someone else. It was not the sort of thing Freddy Downs could do herself, no matter how great her need was.
She found her watch on the nightstand. Three minutes until midnight. God! Would the night never end? Would the sun never rise, bringing light and sanity and self-control again?
She decided alcohol might numb her senses, make her drowsy enough to drop off to sleep. Perhaps the raging visions wouldn't follow her into the dream world. It was worth a try, Freddy decided. She rolled off the bed, got a terrycloth robe which barely came below her hips and belted it around her voluptuous nakedness. It was a garment she should never wear without pants of some kind, she knew, but now there was no one to see. In fact, there was no need for covering herself at all, Freddy realized, but she kept the robe on, thinking that if she saw herself naked in the mirrors again, it might only increase her physical need and she would start looking for some suitable object to thrust deep in her throbbing cunt.
In the salon there was a small bar setup, big enough to hold essential bottles, ice, mixers and glasses, with four stools lined up in front of it. She dropped a few cubes of ice into a tall glass, liberally poured bourbon and then a touch of water. Normally she took only very weak drinks. She did not particularly care for the taste of any type of liquor and, she realized, never before had felt the need of a drink when she was alone. Even when others were around and the liquor was flowing, she took a drink more to be sociable, to relax slightly and thus be better able to cope with the inevitable advances and groping hands. Now, she had no intention of getting drunk. Just get enough of the stuff down to ease the tensions. She opened a fresh pack of cigarettes and got one going before tasting the drink. It was too strong. She made a face and added a little more water, then screwed up her face in determination and drank half the contents of the glass at once. She gasped and almost choked.
When the initial feeling of near-nausea passed, she felt the liquor spreading through her system and knew it would work. She would be able to relax with it. The needs of her body would be lessened, or at least easier to bear, now. She finished the drink in five minutes and immediately built another and perched on a stool to consume it more slowly. A warmth began to suffuse her from inside and she was conscious of her entire body, not merely her wanting pussy. She smacked her lips and realized the bourbon had washed away the aftertaste of Hubba's cum, and she felt vaguely sorry about that. There was a mirror on the opposite wall, one which rose from the thickly-carpeted decking to the overhead. It had a rose tint, and in it her reflection was softened. She had the hue of a peach ripe for plucking, she thought. She moved around on the stool, striking various poses, assessing her beauty, letting the robe fall open and gazing at the reflection of her proud breasts. Her eyes went lower, to the pale curly triangle of her pubic hair. Her hand moved down there and again she began to gently massage herself with her fingers, but the former urgency was gone, and all she was doing now was teasing herself, making her body feel good.
Then she was making a third drink. Colors were becoming vivid, almost unreal, and she knew the stuff was having an effect faster than she wanted. She had no intention of getting drunk. She had never been drunk in her life, and from what she had seen of others who did, including her husband, it was a condition she never wanted to find herself in. She took her glass and crossed the salon to the record player. She wanted music, something to make her feel she was not alone in the universe. There was a huge record library; the owner of the houseboat had hundreds of records, mostly classical and opera. Paul's taste ran more to the modern stuff with a lot of stoned freaks screaming and yelling, a form of noise which revolted Freddy. She herself had no particular preferences in music. She liked anything which was restful, soft, something she could have around her without it intruding on her conscious mind. Now she looked through the albums until she found one whose jacket showed a man in white tie and tails with a violin. Whatever it was, it would do, and she fed it to the changer, waited for the sound to come up, set the level and then settled into a recliner chair with her drink. Shutting her eyes, the young housewife let herself drift through the melodic strings, she making a half-vow to actually find out the names of some of the pieces she liked. Sometime in the future she would do that. Suddenly she wanted a cigarette, and realized she had left them at the bar. It seemed like too much effort to get up and walk all the way over there for one, so she let it go and took another sip of her drink to divert her attention. Then she realized that her third drink was gone, consumed, and she debated making one more, finally deciding she should. It was beginning to give her a weird floating sensation and the bourbon no longer seemed so strong. One more good belt should put her out for the night, she decided, so she made the drink, got the cigarettes and lighter, and returned to the recliner chair amid a crescendo of strings.
Two inches of liquor remained in the glass when Freddy slipped off to sleep, surrendering to the easy embrace of the soft chair.
She had no idea what time it was when the others arrived.
"Well, will you look at that darling girl!"
Woozily, Freddy Downs fluttered her eyelids open and tried to focus. The combination of alcohol and sudden awakening made it difficult. The record player was quiet now. She shook her head and the images of Paul, Eldon Maxey and Bev became suddenly clear. They were dressed, at least partially, and for some reason Freddy found this strange. Then she remembered the scene she had witnessed earlier. She scowled at them and said, "You were having fun. How come you're waking me up? Scram."
"Freddy, have you been at the bottle?" Paul said, apparently honestly surprised. "Well, whatever there was an accident. Some wiring caught fire on El's boat. No real damage, but it stinks up there."
"It broke up the party," Maxey said. "Everybody split."
"And you came here," Freddy replied. "Lucky me."
"She's always growly when she wakes up," Paul said by way of apology. He came over to Freddy and hoisted her from the chair playfully as she tried to belt the robe tightly around her again. She was suddenly acutely conscious of the eyes of El and Bev on her half-naked flesh, and she blushed. "C'mon, honey, be a nice girl. El and Bev have to sleep here tonight. In the morning they'll hunt up Hubba and get him to fix things."
The mention of Hubba's name made Freddy feel suddenly hot. She was afraid she was blushing, and to cover herself -she said, "Oh, that's too bad. Don't mind me. As Paul said, I'm impossible when I first wake up. Let's have some drinks. And we have plenty of beds. That's one thing - we have more beds than people."
They gathered around the bar, and Freddy allowed Paul to. make her another drink. He didn't make it as strong as the ones she had made for herself, for which she was grateful. El Maxey took the stool beside her, while Paul and Bev moved over to the stereo and began sifting through the albums, standing very close together. Freddy watched in the mirror. From that angle, she could see perfectly as Bev reached out and began to rub the front of Paul's slacks. She saw the lewd bulge beginning to rise. Abruptly she reached for the bottle on the bar and filled her glass nearly to the brim. She saw surprise register in El Maxey's handsome face and ignored it as she brought the glass to her lips and gulped the burning whisky. She knew she was going to do something out of character and wanted the liquid courage.
"Was it a fun party until the fire started" she demanded.
"Huh?" Paul said, turning toward her as Bev's hands dropped away from him.
"Oh, you know. Just the usual bunch. Fooling around and maybe boozing too much."
"It looked like fun," she said quietly, her eyes unwavering as they pinned him. "I went up with some wild idea of maybe joining you."
"You should have, Freddy," Bev said coolly.
"I didn't think you'd want a square with clothes on." She laughed softly, without mirth. "Why didn't you bring John Nash and Trish down here too. They seemed to be buckets of fun."
"Oh, honey," Paul protested. "So it was a little wild. I tell you that's a lot better than repressing everything and getting uptight all the time."
"Sure. Let it all hang out," Freddy retorted. She laughed. "Don't let me spoil your fun. For God's sake, take your clothes off and do your thing."
"Freddy -"Paul blurted.
"I mean it," she said in measured tones, meeting his eyes. "That's your bag. Why should I stop. you from getting into it?"
"Hear, hear!" El Maxey put in, applauding and laughing.
"I'm serious," Freddy said. "There's just so much a wife can take. After that, she has to join in what's happening or get out. Well, there's just the four of us."
"Freddy - you're drunk," her husband protested.
"Maybe."
Smoothly, she stood up and unbelted the short terrycloth robe and shrugged her shoulders. It fell away from her body to crumple on the floor at her feet. She stood defiantly naked, head high, shoulders back. She heard their gasps of surprise and the knowledge that she had utterly shocked them made her feel good. There was a brief silence before Eldon Maxey spoke.
"I'll be damned." His lean, tanned face broke into a wide grin. "Why not?"
Quickly he shed all he wore, a tie-dyed shirt and faded jeans. Freddy surveyed him coolly while, after a moment of hesitation, both Bev and Paul stripped. Freddy knew now that she must be drunk, and she was glad of it, glad that she had been able to go up against them, break through her own barriers, shock them. She meant it to go no farther than it had. There was no desire for sex in her. She felt only triumph.
"My God. You're beautiful," El Maxey whispered. He couldn't take his eyes off her. Slowly he reached out and touched her on the shoulder, as if to make sure she were real and not a figment of his imagination. She made herself withstand his touch without flinching, even managed a slight smile. "You're real."
"Of course she's real, you bonehead," his wife said. "Welcome to society, Freddy."
The dark-haired woman crossed to her, breasts swaying, soft-muscled buttocks twitching. Before Freddy realized what was happening, Bev's arms had gone around her and she was pressed close to the sleek body, feeling its hot length molded to her own. Then Bev's mouth, soft and lax and warm, was on hers, tongue probing between her parted lips as soft hands caressed her back. Freddy went tense, trying to pull away, but Bev held her tight and prolonged the kiss. Against her will, Freddy felt her body begin to respond. She was trying frantically to think of a means of escape from this unnatural situation when Bev slowly released her. Bev's eyes were dark, smoldering pools of desire and Freddy knew for sure that it was true that Bev went either way. And now the other woman wanted her as much as either of the men. The young blonde had a difficult time steadying her breathing as the embrace ended.
"I'll second that," Eldon Maxey said. With a smooth motion, he took Freddy's left arm in his strong hand, spun her around and drew her up against him. His mouth came down hard on hers and his tongue teased the inside of her mouth, driving deep, seeking her own. At the same time, while one hand pressed the hollow of her back, imprisoning her against his tall, hard-muscled frame, the other cupped her tautly rounded buttocks. Fingers probed the smooth crease between them and Freddy jerked as the tip of one found her tiny puckered anus. She jerked forward against. him and her pubic mound rubbed hard against his. She moaned up into his mouth and tried to break free, but he was too strong. She could smell the randy maleness of him, could feel his cock rising,. hardening like the trunk of a tree in between her trembling legs. As she tried to clench her thighs against the lewd intrusion, she thought of Hubba and felt the strength of will begin to melt inside her. El Maxey was rocking against her and she was intensely aware of all the points of naked contact. His mouth on hers. His penis rising between her legs. Her breasts flattening against. the hairy tangle of his chest, nipples rising, thickening, becoming acutely sensitive. The teasing probe of his middle finger at the tight little opening of her anus. She breathed heavily, fighting the excited sensations which were welling up inside her more than the male body which burned against her flesh.
"Hey - that's my wife," Paul protested.
"Help yourself to mine," Maxey retorted as he lifted his lips from Freddy's.
"Maybe Paul doesn't think that would be a fair trade," Bev suggested. "He's talked a great swap often enough, but now that the moment of truth is here ..."
"Let me go!" Freddy cried out, breaking Maxey's hold on her and pulling away. "You three can do anything you want with each other. I don't care. I'll just watch. But I think I'll be bored."
"Freddy, you pretty much asked for this," Paul told her. "You've got no right to put El down. You get a few belts of booze in you and do a complete turnaround and then decide you don't want to play."
"I said we could take our clothes off," she told him coldly. "I didn't say I'd do anything more. Now, why don't the three of you just go ahead and fuck." She forced herself to say the obscene word. "Don't mind me. I'll watch. Maybe I'll learn something."
She saw Paul start in momentary shock when she said "fuck" and laughed inside herself.. She drew a deep breath, took another swallow from her glass and time to light a cigarette before turning her cool gaze on her husband.
"Paul - I want to ask you something, and I want the truth."
"What, Freddy?"
"I want to know if you've told El he can fuck me. That you don't care."
"Freddy, I care for you," he protested. "I love you. But that doesn't mean we can't enjoy other people."
"You told him he could then," she persisted.
"What I said was that If you should ever feel like making it with him, that was between the two of you," Paul said uncomfortably. "I want you to be free. Not just jump into bed with any guy who comes along, but with someone like El, a friend, someone we know and like, well, why shouldn't you if you feel like it?"
"That would make it nice," she said in a low voice. "Then you wouldn't have to feel any guilt when you make it with Bev."
"Honey, it's hot like that," he muttered.
"Just a friendly fuck. I understand," she said, keeping her voice steady. She drank again, seeking strength in the alcohol. She knew it was not going to make her drunker than she was. "Well, what about Bev? That was more than a friendly kiss she gave me. Is it all right if she makes love to me too?"
"Freddy, this is impossible."
"I want an answer, Paul."
"Well - if you want to why not? I'm not afraid you'd turn lesbian. You like a cock in your pussy too much."
"Thanks for the vote of confidence," Freddy said. "I don't really think El would be interested in me for long."
"Hey - this says you're all wrong," Maxey protested, flashing his wide smile again and hefting the swollen length of his penis in his fingers. It glistened dully in the light. Freddy could see the jump of arteries as blood pulsed through its angry-red length. He was definitely bigger than Paul, and her husband was by no means under endowed. "Believe me, you're wrong."
"I'd be dull after the first few times," Freddy said flatly. "There wouldn't be any variety, El. I enjoy making love, but that's all I do. I won't suck it for you. I won't let you suck me the way you did Bev while Trish was doing it with you earlier tonight. Nothing like that. Just plain missionary-type sex, my friend. Sorry."
"That sounds good to me," he replied. "I'm ready. Ready for Freddy."
"Well, Freddy's not ready yet. For anything."
"You're a goddamn tease," Paul snapped. "Why don't you cover your ass up and get it out of here, then go to bed. Sober up!"
"Don't push me, Paul," she warned. "All right. I don't want to be a tease, and I'll admit maybe I've had too much to drink, but I'm not drunk, though I may be a little nasty. I'll go along a little way. I'll go to the waterbed with you all. You can do whatever you feel like. I'll be there, but I won't take part. El, do you think you could lie there beside me, keeping your hands off, while Paul and Bev make it."
"Oh, you come down heavy," the man said in a deep rumble.
"If I don't promise anything, then you won't be disappointed," Freddy told him. Then she relented slightly. "If it gets too, bad for you, I might use my hand. I wouldn't mind that."
"Hell, so something better might happen. Let's go!"
Chapter Three
I must be feeling something of what a condemned man feels as the executioner leads him to the gallows, Freddy thought as she followed the lead of the others into the room which held the waterbed. It stretched out before her, a vastness covered with a sheet of red satin. There were no pillows. The nature of the bed made them superfluous. Pale orange light glowed from panels in the walls. The intensity of the light could be regulated from a rheostat. The walls were mirrored and the ceiling was also. Where there were no mirrors, there were erotic line drawings of couples and groups in every imaginable sexual connection.
Bev and El were walking her into the room while Paul took time to make a fresh round of drinks for them. He brought highballs on a tray, and also carried a bottle of some clear green liqueur and an ice bucket. Freddy nervously accepted the glass he handed her, another bourbon. She went through a long, uncomfortable moment before, again seeking courage, she raised it to her lips and drained it rapidly.
"Enough of that, honey," Paul cautioned. "You don't want to go and pass out on us. After all, you wanted this." He dropped ice cubes into a clean glass and slowly poured the greenish liquid over them. It began to turn milky white. He put it in her hand and said, "This is better. It's Pernod. Relaxes you without making you drunk or sick. Try it."
Freddy obeyed. It surprised her. She had expected something minty, but it had a licorice flavor that was strange, but not unpleasant. There was no strong burning sensation in her throat such as she always experienced with ordinary liquor. Paul made identical drinks for himself and the others. She finished hers and he refilled the glass. Suddenly she felt more at ease, not at all strange, sitting on the edge of the huge, surging waterbed naked as the day she was born, with her husband and his friends equally. naked and ready for exotic love making. They may be ready, but I'm not, Freddy told herself. Paul can go and do anything he wants with this witch, and I'm going to stay right here and watch it and it's not going to bother me a bit.
"Well, why are we all just looking at each other?" she demanded.
"Ah, yes ... why indeed," Bev agreed. She reached for Paul. "On your back, lover. Time for a French lesson."
Freddy took a final draught of the chilled Pernod. It was like being in a dream as she watched her husband lie back and set the bed in surging motion. Bev was moving up beside him, raised on an elbow, then bending to kiss him lingeringly on the mouth. Freddy could see her tongue parting Paul's lips, penetrating them, and then the hollowing of Paul's cheeks as he sucked on it. She felt herself being urged down on the bed by hands of Eldon Maxey, and allowed herself to be turned on her side so she faced the other couple. She expected Maxey to reach immediately for her breasts or pussy and steeled herself against his touch. But his strong hand only rested lightly on her hips as he smoothly fitted himself to the contours of her back. She could feel the rigid length of his cock hot against her back, but she didn't mind that as long as it went no further. She clenched her thighs together, guarding against the sort of invasion that Hubba had so successfully carried out a few hours before. It was strange, watching another woman slowly and skillfully make love to her husband, but she realized she felt no animosity. She was just seeing what she knew had existed for a long time anyway. Psychologically, it might be a good thing. She would soon know whether it was really worse in the flesh than the abstract.
Now Bev's mouth had moved away from Paul's. She was nuzzling him, suggestively, her tongue lazily tracing circles down the column of his neck. Her seeking mouth moved lower, across his chest, and closed on first one nipple and then the other. Freddy felt the waterbed surge as Paul trembled and shifted. She saw Bev's right hand moving over the muscle ridges of Paul's belly, fingers seeking the curly pubic hair, furrowing through it to the base of his rigid cock and finally closing on the tender sac of his testicles. His cock was standing straight up now, trembling as the wet lips and tongue moved steadily downward on his naked flesh. Bev brushed her dark hair back, allowing Freddy an unobstructed view of her face as she closed her band on Paul's turgid staff and slowly drew the foreskin back, exposing the thick bulbous tip. It seemed immense to Freddy. Bev's body shifted and her beautiful face burrowed in between Paul's widespread thighs, her tongue licking and washing over his sensitive flesh. Her mouth pursed wetly and began to travel up and down the length of his staff, her tongue flicking teasingly against the thin spermal ridge which ran along the underside. For a moment, her eyes locked with Paul's wife in a strong silent challenge to the less-liberated Freddy.
Then her head came up and her lips formed a soft, pale red oval and brushed over the swollen cock-head. Her fingers squeezed the desire-thickened shaft hard and the head swelled as still more blood was forced into it. She curled her tongue and began to flick the tip of it over the swollen glands, teasing it lightly, then flattening as she began to lick as if she were eating an ice-cream cone. Freddy could hear her own breathing harsh and irregular in the room. She was barely conscious of the gentle rubbing of El's hand over the ripe contours of her buttocks. She was mesmerized as she watched Bev's full sensuous mouth open very wide and then clamp around the lewdly bobbing head of Paul's cock. She could see that the brunette's tongue was still swirling over, it as gradually Bev's head slid lower and lower and inch by impossible inch Paul's turgid rod of flesh disappeared up into the hot oral cavern. Behind her, Freddy felt El's penis pressing rigidly between her thighs and shook him off. She wanted no distraction from what was happening right before her eyes.
Bev's head was rising and dipping now, her lips distending on the upstroke like a fish's mouth as the shaft of lust-engorged male flesh passed in and out between them. She heard Bev making a low, humming sound deep in her throat and knew the woman was off in a world of her own. Paul was moaning and twisting under her lewd oral caresses, and each sensual movement was countered by the soothing undulations of the waterbed. Freddy realized the motion of the bed itself was responsible for ramming Paul's slick rod in and out of Bev's mouth, that Bev herself was merely sucking hard, keeping it prisoner within her lips, while the bed rose and fell beneath them.
"Oh, baby, I'm gonna cum!" Paul gasped. "Ooooh, quick now!"
Suddenly Freddy was filled with smoldering anger. The hot spear of flesh which Bev was avidly devouring by rights belonged to her. That's mine, she thought in frustration. That cock belongs to me!
Abruptly, Bev raised her head and the glistening member came out of her mouth. Her passion-glazed eyes met Freddy's and she spoke in a slightly slurred rush of words.
"Put your ear on his belly. Listen to his heartbeat and how it is when he's cumming!"
Numbly, Freddy obeyed. She half crawled, across the expanse of red satin sheeting and let her head slump on Paul's stomach. She could hear his ragged breathing, and the thumping of his heart. She had a sudden urge to lunge for his cock, stuff it in her own mouth. But before she could bring herself to act, Bev had it deep between her lips again. Her head rose and fell urgently, and her fingers were squeezing Paul's cum-bloated testicles as the nearness of orgasm drew them up tight to his body. Freddy heard it then, the gasping, the hammering of blood. She felt the uncontrollable trembling and the jerking and knew that at the instant, her husband was emptying his loins into another woman's skillfully sucking mouth. Her eyes were on the head of his penis as Bev's lips worried it frantically.
She saw the depth to which he suddenly penetrated with one wild upward lunge, and the rigid outline of his penis against their neighbor's deeply. indrawn cheeks. Then Bev's throat moved convulsively as she gulped down the gushing torrent and Freddy could think only of how good Hubba's cum had tasted as it cooled in the palm of her hand, and wonder how it must be to have a rampant penis go deep in your throat and suddenly gush in hot fulfillment. She felt weak at that moment and continued to lie with her head on her husband's belly while Bev drew on the softening flesh of his penis. She saw tendrils of whitish cum oozing past the corners of her mouth before the other woman finally surrendered the depleted cock. Lewd strings of cum linked her lips and the damp cock-head as she drew away, and they stretched into long, thin threads before finally breaking and falling in pale threads on the dark tangle of Paul's pubic hair.
Paul's thudding heart slowed its pace and his breathing returned to normal as Freddy drew back from him. He looked completely satiated. His eyes were closed and his mouth was lax. Bev's eyes were glazed and she looked at Paul's wife without giving any sign that she actually saw her. The pink tongue-tip was sliding across the heavy lips, licking the last of Paul's cum from them.
"It got to you, didn't it?" Eldon Maxey whispered in Freddy's ear as he pulled her body back against his. She could feel the hard, urgent length of his throbbing rod against her belly as she turned to him. "It gets me too, watching Bev go down. She turns on so hard it's fantastic. She'll be spaced out for an hour now. And I don't think Paul will know just where his head is for a while either."
"No!" Freddy murmured, softly but firmly, as Maxey moved to part her legs and center the swollen head of his cock at the entrance of her aroused cunt. She knew she was hot, that she wanted maleness in some way. If Maxey forced her at this instant, she would offer only token resistance, and that for only a few minutes before she would give way to her carnal urge to fuck. Yes, fuck; that was the only word for it. "Please - remember what I said. I didn't promise you anything."
"Freddy - you want me," he whispered persuasively. "I know you do. At least give me your hand. You said you'd do that."
"All right," she sighed, allowing him to guide her hand back behind her to his ready penis. Her fingers couldn't entirely close about its thickness, and it was trembling and hot in her grasp. She began to pump it, feeling the foreskin roll back and forth over the smooth softness of the tip. "Is this all right?"
"Slower. Hold my balls with your other hand."
She obeyed willingly, liking the feel of him. She rolled the sensitive little spheres around in their hairy sac as her hand glided in a slow, steady rhythm the entire pulsing length of his cock. She lay on her back beside El Maxey, aware that her husband had turned toward her and was watching them with lazy interest. El's wife had snuggled up to Paul and her languorous eyes were on them also. Freddy felt El's hand move softly across the quivering mound of her belly. She flinched as it slid on down between her legs and his fingers parted the aroused lips of her cunt, seeking its depths and the heated secretions that welled up in her cuntal passage. Then, as he began a gentle, lazy titillation of her clitoris, she relaxed. She gazed upward at their reflection in the overhead mirror and realized an expression of wantonness had materialized on her face. I really want to do this, she confessed silently to herself, and let her legs open wider to Maxey's obscenely manipulating fingers, welcoming them as they probed into her streaming cunt. But her own eyes stared accusingly down on her from the ceiling.
"This is no good for me," she muttered, turning her head so her mouth was close to his ear and the others couldn't hear. "Not with them so close, and the mirrors. Please ..."
"You could turn the lights all the way off," he said in his rich, soft voice. "Your hand is the most beautiful thing I've known in years, Freddy. Please don't stop now."
"We could go in the other bedroom," she said hesitantly. "I'll do what you want there."
"All right." He disengaged from her and eased his weight from the bed. It surged wildly under its occupants as he said to the others, "We want to be alone. Okay?"
"Do your own thing," Paul said lazily, winking at Freddy.
The other bedroom, the one Paul and Freddy used for sleeping purposes when they had had enough of sex on the waterbed, was separated from it by a good twenty feet. This space was occupied by a combination library-den and a circular stairway which led to the upper deck. Freddy felt a great urgency as she led El Maxey through the softly lighted salon. She closed the door as soon as they were inside and turned on a soft lamp. He stood in front of her, tall, handsome in a saturnine way, the touches of gray in his hair adding to his sexuality. His penis was long and thickly erect, and as he drew her to him, he slid it slowly between her legs, but made no attempt to penetrate her pussy. Freddy was tempted to take it and guide it swiftly between her now eager cuntal lips but restrained herself. She knew that this would not be a one time thing, that El Maxey would seek her out again. And she suspected that if he didn't do it soon enough, that she might find herself the uncontrollable aggressor. She would fight to stick to the ground rules she had laid down. She moved close to him and took his heavy rod in her fingers again.
"Do you want the light off?" be asked.
"No. I want to see you. Lie down." He did, stretching out on his back on the bed which was firm and immobile. She moved beside him, sitting on her right hip, bending slightly over him as her hand closed on his throbbing penis again. She felt his fingers slide up the inner side of her thighs toward her pussy and she pressed her legs together and said, "Please ... don't touch me. Not yet, anyway, El. If you have - have to luck me - I won't fight you. I couldn't. But this is what I want to do now. Is that all right?"
"Sure." He grinned up at her and squeezed the hot flesh of her leg momentarily before taking his hand away. "I know I don't really turn you on, Freddy. I never really thought I'd even get in a situation like this with you. God knows I've wanted to."
"I don't dislike you, El," the young blonde wife said after a minute during which her lightly grasping hand moved slowly up and down his staff. "Really, I know you're a brilliant guy and you've been awfully good for Paul's career and I don't blame you for what you feel toward me. Most men try. It's just the wild way you and Rev live. It's the kind of living Paul goes for. But the way I was raised, I just can't get with it. All kinds of inhibitions were programmed into my head since I was a little kid. Boys were evil. I didn't really believe it, and I do love to fuck. And I never played with myself or peeked in the window of the boys locker room. Wow! I don't want to be what I was, and I don't want to be as wild as you and Bev and Paul."
"There's a middle ground out there somewhere," he said with a chuckle. "You'll find it, Freddy."
"I'm afraid I might find more than I'm looking for," she confided, managing a shaky smile. "Look, I never ran into anything like tonight. Really. Seeing what was going on over at your boat. Peeping in the window like a dirty old Tom. At first I couldn't believe it, but I couldn't stop watching. Maybe you want me to shut up and just concentrate on you."
"No. This is beautiful, Freddy. Talk it out."
"Something happened down there. I came back here and got half loaded, and then went and quietly passed out and when the three of you showed up I got snotty and had to show you I was a big girl. I could lie there and watch Bev doing that to my husband and I can be here playing with your penis and like the feel of it in my hand arid deep inside want to fuck but I haven't worked myself up to letting go quite that much yet."
"Don't rush it," he advised. "Let it flow. Whatever's right. I never heard you say "fuck" before, but now you're almost casual about it."
"I never touched any penis but Paul's before either, El."
"Considering that I'm the first strange male, you do it beautifully. Even Bev, who doesn't like to rush anything, seems to want to make me cum as quick as she can that way. The feel of your hand on me for so long is the best part."
"You feel so alive," Freddy replied in almost a whisper. "I might as well tell you all of it. I meant I'd never touched a man except Paul until tonight. While I was peering in your windows, Hubba found me there on my knees. He tried to fuck me from behind, but I had shorts on."
"That son of a bitch!" Maxey blurted. "I'll drag his ass over the coals!"
"No - don't do a thing," she admonished. "You'd have done a lot more in his place. He held me and slid his penis hard between my legs, and it got to me. That and what I was seeing. I wanted to feel him there, ramming against my pussy, so I reached down and put my hand on the head of it and he shot his cum in my palm. I wanted it."
"You must have been pretty hot."
"El, then I licked it off and swallowed it." She shifted her weight so that her torso lay across his loins. The hot, thick length of his penis nestled between her warm, enveloping breasts and she pressed it tight against her as her fingers danced on the velvety tip. "It was just something I had to do."
"How did you feel later? Is that why you got drunk?"
"NO. No, I sort of liked it. I got drunk because. I was starting to see a me that I didn't know. Like now, us together."
"Do you want to stop?"
"No. I don't want to stop. I wouldn't do that to you. I want to play with you like this and see you cum." She moved slightly, lifting her body's weight and taking it on her right elbow as she manipulated his passion-swollen cock slowly with the fingers of her left hand. She peeled the foreskin back as far as it would go and slowly brought the tip, now slick with tiny droplets of his lubricating fluid, to the nipple of one breast and then another. She brushed it lightly across them, feeling the tingle begin in her belly. She thought just that contact might make her cum if she kept it up long enough. The glistening head was scant inches from her eyes. It seemed immense. She felt El's hand slide lightly along her upper thigh, over the rise of her hip to caress her back slowly, warmly. His fingers moved through the cascading tangle of her blonde hair.
"Freddy ... your lips are very sensitive too. Touch it to them."
"El ... no ..." she murmured.
"Very lightly. Like you were putting on lipstick." His hand moved to the back of her head and he raised himself toward her hovering face. "It's warm and soft and exciting."
Her hand was immobile on the length of it now. The slight pressure of his hand was guiding her head downward. The scent of him filled her flaring nostrils. The dark, gleaming knob seemed to fill her entire field of vision. She was aware that of its own accord her left hand was guiding him to her pursing lips. Then there was the first contact. It was unbelievably soft and warm. Languidly, she allowed her mouth to brush lightly over it and back again. She expected it would taste like Hubba's cum, but surprisingly there was no taste at all. She repeated the motion to be sure, letting her full mouth part slightly. Still no taste, when she knew there should be a flavor. Curious, she let the tip of her tongue seek, slide around the tip and then the ridge. It explored, finally found the droplets of nectar in the small hole.
"That tickles," Maxey said softly. "I like it."
Freddy sighed. She held her mouth where it was, barely touching him, and she began to pump him again slowly. The motion brought forth another silvery drop and she quickly licked it away, savoring the sweetness. She realized that if she continued, in time he would cum, shoot in her mouth. She told herself that it didn't matter, if his cumming happened in her hand, that she would not be able to stop herself from consuming it as she had Hubba's.
"Lick around the head, Freddy," he urged softly. "While you use your hand."
Wordlessly she moved so her face was directly above the up thrust shaft of flesh. She held it be the base and began to lick slowly, delicately circling the warm, luring knob with her tongue. She remembered how Bev had tongued Paul's rod all the way down and decided to try that. It was like licking an ear of corn, only much more exciting. She fondled his soft, hair-covered balls and kissed them too, feeling the arousal in her loins become greater. Then she flicked the tip of her tongue rapidly along the underside of the turgid flesh as her mouth returned to the head again. Breathing unevenly through flared nostrils. Freddy sent her tongue in wide, sweeping swirls over the warm softness of the bulbous cap. There were fresh drops of male pre-cum now, and she kissed them away. Sighing, she paused for a long moment and looked at Maxey. He was watching her intently, and she could feel his entire body trembling in anticipation.
"000ooo-o-o-o-o-h-h-h-h-h ..." she moaned softly.
Then her sensuous lips formed a hot, wet, circle and clamped softly around the bulging knob. She gulped and drew it entirely into the warm, juicy cavern of her mouth. It seemed to fill her mouth completely, and for a moment there was no place for her tongue, until she worked it around and over and down. Dimly she heard Maxey's soft sigh of pleasure as she experimented with the strange oral intruder. She slowly moved her head from side to side, drawing on his penis, leading it deep into unfamiliar but welcoming territory. She felt an overwhelming urge to take it all, until her face was buried in the triangle of his pubic hair. She tried, but there was just too much. She began to work her mouth up and down, not sucking at first, trying to make her tongue lash and swirl around the lewd male presence while her head dipped and rose.
"Beautiful," he was whispering. "So good ... don't suck hard yet ... get accustomed to it ... just a little practice, Freddy ..."
She barely heard the words. She was finally doing this thing which she had always resisted, and she was finding it highly enjoyable. A few times she gagged when her eagerness made her go too far down and the head pushed chokingly against her tonsils, but the presence of a cock in her mouth was fulfilling her at this wild moment. She learned that by tossing her head to one side she could make room for her tongue on the other. And deep in her own belly she felt the eruption beginning, knew the heated secretions were gushing down her cuntal canal to moisten the hairs which covered her pussy. She squirmed and El sensed what was happening and pushed his hand up there between her legs, deep into her, finding the ultimate depths of her raging pussy and the throbbing little button of her clitoris. She clamped her legs tightly around his obscenely probing hand and her taut body trembled with the violence of her cumming, fastening her lips firmly to the head of his cock and sucking furiously until the orgasm subsided. Then her blonde head began its deep rising and dipping over his imprisoned loins and his penis slid deeply and unhindered into her throat. She opened her eyes and saw that he had raised on his elbows and was watching her with fascination.
"I'm going to cum if you don't stop that," he told her.
"I hope so," she gasped as she lifted her mouth for a second.
And then she was consuming him again, seeking the rich juice of the heavy balls she was squeezing even as her mouth urged him. She felt him get huge between her lips, and even harder, and then along the length of his cock she felt the first heavy mass of sperm speed to her avidly sucking mouth. It gushed and spurted, almost choking her. She made a tight ring of her moist lips and sucked with all her strength as spurt after spurt of hot, sticky cum inundated her mouth, filling it time and time again, forcing her to gulp and swallow and gasp. She thought it would never stop. It seemed that he was shooting ten times the amount Hubba had left in her hand. She heard herself making animal, slurping noises as she milked his insanely jerking rod dry. And finally he was subsiding, coming under control, done with his spending. She continued to hold his diminishing flesh tightly in her mouth as she tried to contain as much of his cum as she could, to swallow later, slowly, savoring every hot viscous drop. In the end it was Maxey who gently drew her away and up on the bed. She settled into the professor's arms, purring softly and panting as he turned her face toward him and kissed her semen-slick mouth, probing with his tongue. She felt the heavy, aromatic cum passing back and forth through their tightly pressed lips and then realized that he was swallowing it with her. When he released his strong hold, she fell back weakly on the bed and gazed at him. She felt hot all over, but satiated in a way she'd never experienced before.
"That was magnificent," he said.
"It was a - a whole, new world," she replied softly. "Thank you."
"You're beautiful. Through and through," he said, moving to kiss her lingeringly, softly. His hands stroked her quaking body.
"Um-m-m-m-m ..." she raised on an elbow and studied his tanned features. "You know, I'm still not sure I dig you. But I'm glad it happened with you, just the way it did."
"Not with Paul instead? He's your husband."
"I know.. And that's why it wouldn't have been good," she said. "I don't know if I can explain. But if I'd tried it with him, I'd have been much too uptight. I might have been doing it for no better reason than it was high time I tried to oblige him. And that would have been a bummer to start with. He wouldn't have been able to handle it the way you did, letting me play with him while the urge built up, along with the courage to do it. If I'd laid across his hips and rubbed his penis over my breasts, he'd have grabbed my head and jammed it in my mouth. You were able to wait until I found my own way. You urged me just right. I guess you knew I wanted to do it even before I did. And when I finally got to it - well, I don't have to tell you what it was like."
"What was the best part?" he asked.
"It was all so new and I was tingling every minute. But when you started cumming - that had to be the best."
"A lot of girls don't like that part. They don't mind going down as long as you don't cum in their mouths. They gag and choke and say it tastes bad."
"It's great. They're crazy!" she protested. "What it is, I never knew what cumming really was before, El. When we fuck and Paul cums inside me, I sort of feel it, but there's so much more going on down there, and I guess there's no nerve that picks up on it. Just a hot gush and that's all. But with my mouth I felt everything. I knew you were cumming tremendously hard, and I was glad because I was able to get such a strong thing from you. It was so much more personal then straight fucking, somehow."
"That's good, Freddy. That's very good. You'll have a hell of a surprise for Paul the next time you get him in bed."
"I wonder if I should tell him first."
"That might not be a good idea," El Maxey cautioned. "He might get mad as hell."
"He might get worried enough to stop chasing other women," she countered, reaching over him to get a cigarette and matches from a box on the bedside table. She lit one and blew the smoke out slowly in the air.
"Paul is like me," Maxey said. "Bev is enough woman for any man, but I need others. I need you. I still love her, but I like her to have other men. I get a charge out of seeing her make it with another guy. Like with Paul. I can tell you, you'll be number one with him, but he's going to stray."
"Well, if I can't lick you all, I may have to work my way up to joining you." She leaned over him and put the cigarette to his lips. "I don't know if I can. Tonight may have been a freak situation." She took the cigarette back and drew deeply on it. "Anyway, it was fun while it lasted."
"There's always more where that came from."
* * *
"Why, that little bitch!" Paul growled, keeping his voice low. "She's doing it! She's going down on him!"
"Like she was starving," Rev agreed in a whisper, somewhat bemused at Paul's tone of voice, which suggested equal parts of awe and anger. "Eldon's a persuasive guy."
They were lying flat on the upper decks looking down through a glass covered hatch which provided both ventilation and overhead light to the bedroom below. Shortly after Freddy and Eldon had left the waterbed, they had roused themselves, dressed and sought fresh air topside. The pale rectangle of light from below had attracted their attention, and then the scene below caught their full attention.
"Freddy. seems to have a natural talent for it, doesn't she?" Bev mused.
"The little bitch!" Paul muttered again. "Miss Virgin Mouth."
"From the way she went about it, I think that may have been the situation," Bev mused. "The question is, what are you going to do?"
"I don't know. But I'll tell you this. If she refuses me again, she'll have the reddest ass in town."
"Don't blow your cool, Paul," Bev cautioned. "Face the evidence. You must have been going about it the wrong way. Making too heavy a scene out of it or something. Hate to say it, lover, but it has to be your fault. She goes down the first time she's with El, and she doesn't even like him." She stared intently through the glass, "Look! He's cumming. She's going wild for it!"
Paul couldn't watch it. He felt more humiliated having Rev see her husband succeed where he had so often failed than he felt angered by Freddy's finally yielding. Somehow, be must pay her back for this. When his head cleared and the initial shock of what he was seeing diminished to its proper perspective, he would make some plans. Meanwhile, he would keep this between himself and Rev. He knew he could count on the older woman's cooperation because she had made no secret of the fact that she wanted to make it with Freddy too.
Now that Eldon Maxey had so smoothly initiated Freddy into sex in something other than the missionary position, it would be interesting to discover how far she would really go. He was sure that with people like Bev, and John Nash and Trish Marion moving on her, it would not take long to find out.
Below him, he could see Freddy snuggling up to his university colleague. No doubt giving Maxey the sweet innocence and P a u l - a l w a y s - t r i e d - to - f o r c e - m e - a n d-that-made-it-impossible routine.
Well, true enough, my sweet, he thought with some bitterness. But a new day dawns and we shall see.
"Well, I guess the show's over," Rev said. "Let's get out of here. I'm starting to freeze. I could use hot coffee with a belt in it."
"I want to see if he fucks her," Paul protested.
"Well, after the working-over she gave him, it won't be for a couple of hours. Let's make some coffee and then get back to your waterbed. Nobody's fucked me tonight and you're elected."
Chapter Four
Somewhat surprising herself, Freddy Downs had slipped into an easy sleep, fitting her body to El Maxey's hard muscled maleness. She lay against her neighbor's back, her right hand across his hip, gently holding his now limp penis. It was not a deep steep,. and she was vaguely aware Of sounds from elsewhere in the houseboat, but they did not disturb her. This whole arrangement was Paul's fault anyhow. Whatever the consequences might be, her husband would have to accept them.
For a long time she drifted in the misty area between sleep and wakefulness, but, when she finally came fully awake, the angle of the sun through the skylight told her the morning was well, along. Beside her, the journalism professor now lay on his back, snoring very softly. His penis was thick and hard. Freddy reached out and took it in her hands, hefting its weight, liking the smooth hot feel of it. She began to run her hand lightly along the shaft and he stirred and sighed in a satisfied way but he didn't open his eyes.
She was drawn irresistibly to the tumescent member and the heavy testicles at the base, and grinned as she thought of a very nice way to wake him up. She eased down in the bed and bent over him, her long blonde tresses brushing his belly. Slowly she peeled the foreskin back from the huge knob. She wanted to kiss and lick it, but she had to feel it deep in her mouth first. She opened her full lips wide and slid them over the warmly throbbing tip and let her head slide down its length. She sucked deeply for a long minute before slowly twirling her tongue around the length of him, humming softly, thinking of how she would savor the taste of his semen when finally she made him cum, spray her tonsils and coat her mouth with his delicious fluids. Languidly, her mouth pouting as it pursed around its prize, she began to bob her head up and down.
"Ummm-m-m-m-m ..." he murmured. "Very nice."
She moved so she could meet his eyes, and from the expression in them knew she was giving him pleasure. She worked on his cock tenderly for several minutes, until he broke her reverie by speaking.
"Freddy - I'd like something a little different."
Surprised, she took her mouth away. "You would ... what?"
"Your hand."
"Don't you like my mouth?" she murmured, the surprise and hurt showing in her eyes. "You told me I was good."
"You're magnificent. I know it sounds crazy ... but the way you used your hand one me was really out of this world last night. So unbelievably different. I dig the way you eat me, and I want you to do it often. But right now, at this moment, I want to see if the other was real or if I dreamed it. Please humor me."
"All right, El. I'll do it for you."
Shifting so she was kneeling on the bed beside him, the young blonde held his penis and began to use her hands as she had before, stroking his staff of flesh with slow, sensuous regularity, and toying with his hot testicles. She sighed with gratification under her manipulation. She sensed he could hold back for a very long time this way, and she was right. She quickly learned how to bring him almost to the point of ejaculation, then slow or halt her fingers entirely for a minute until he subsided, and then begin all over again. A full hour went by.
"Now I want to cum," he told her softly. "Pump me hard."
She shifted so that she was kneeling between his out flung legs. She bent over him and held his rigid rod firmly in both hands and jerked up and down rapidly, squeezing and kneading him. Her face tightened with her concentration on her task and her long hair swept wildly over his belly.
"I'm cumming ... cumm - I - I - i-i-i-i-in-n-n-n -g-g-g-ggg'g! CUMMMIIIINNNNNNGGGGG!" he moaned, thrusting up at her. "Now ... now-w-w-w- ...!"
Her hands became a blur. She bent low over him, wanting to see the instant of the spurting. The darkening, swelling head filled her vision. She opened her mouth to its widest and poised herself a scant two inches above the huge bulbous head of his cock. Suddenly it gushed a geyser of hot, whitish cum. The elongated stream spurted deep into her mouth, coating it with sticky sweetness. Another stream followed an instant later, and she could stand it no longer. Wildly she dropped her mouth over the living fountain, capturing the erupting knob in the soft, tight prison of her demanding lips and drawing deeply on it. She gulped furiously to keep up with the outpouring of his juice, breathing raggedly through her flared nostrils while her now-skilled hands milked her treasure, squeezing for the last savory droplet. She burrowed her face into his pubis and moaned with pleasure for a long time.
"What a wild one you are," he murmured. "You. came down on me just at the right instant."
"I had to," she whispered, rising from him, sweeping her tousled hair back as she licked the lingering taste of his cum from her glistening lips. "I had to swallow your cum."
"Did you make it like you did the first time?"
"No." She chuckled softly. "My own fault. I got so wrapped up in what I was doing I completely forgot about myself?"
"Let me fix that," he said.
He drew her down on the bed, his hand delving between her legs and into the soft. triangle of blonde curls. He began to kiss her breasts and then lower on her body. He stretched out between her legs and kissed and licked the sensitive flesh high on her inner thighs as his fingers expertly parted the pink-hued slit of her already gushing cunt. His tongue flicked out as his head dipped low, and she reached down and took his face in her hands an instant before his tongue would have lashed wetly over her swollen clitoris.
"El - don't do that," she whispered. "You don't have to do anything. I'm fine."
"I want to," he replied, his finger moving inside her cuntal canal. "Delicious."
"Not - not now. Not yet," she murmured, almost pleading. "That's never happened to me."
"You're kidding! Paul doesn't eat you?"
"I never let him. I never wanted to."
"And you don't want me to either?"
"I think I want you to do anything you want with me. In time," she said softly. "I'd like to put that off, El, until my head's ready for it." She sighed and tried to make her feelings clear. "Twenty-fours hours ago, I wouldn't have done any of this. But when we were together here, sucking you became something I wanted to do. I did it, and you fulfilled me. So beautifully that this morning all I wanted was to have my mouth on you again. Suck you beautiful cock. I guess I'm still adjusting to the sudden change in me. Give me the time I need. I know I'll want you to eat me too."
"Hey," he said. "Make me a promise that I'll be the first."
"It's a promise, El," she told him, and drew him into her arms and held him tight. "Not even Paul gets ahead of you."
"I hope not. There's an art to eating a girl. I don't want to put the guy down, but Paul's ability doesn't match his willingness. I've seen him with Bev. He wallows in her and she doesn't get much out of it. But then, she's a perfectionist. She says only a girl can do another girl right. But she allows as how I'm as good as any of her girl friends," he chuckled.
"Is she really far out that way?" Freddy asked, intrigued.
"Bev goes all the way, either way, men or women. All she wants is for them to know what they're doing."
"She kissed me pretty strong last night."
"You should try it with her. Once, at least."
"El - I'm not that way," Freddy protested. "I know. But if you don't try it, you'll spend the rest of your life wondering what it's all about."
"Aren't you afraid I might like it too much?" she teased.
"You? Not a chance. We know what you like."
* * *
Freddy thought meeting her husband and Bev would be a trying experience, but the encounter, which took place in the galley of the houseboat was, if anything, too casual. Several times she caught Paul's eyes on her in what she knew was a highly speculative way. She smiled demurely and said little. Let him wonder just what kind of sex she had enjoyed with his mentor. She doubted he could conceive of anything beyond straight fucking and silently laughed at him from behind her mask of innocence. After giving the matter considerable thought, she had decided it would not be a good idea at all to confront him with the fact that she had fellated El Maxey. Not only that, but she had done it twice and thoroughly enjoyed it. She thought that the fact she had finally gone to bed at all with another man would rattle Paul's cage enough for the present and a good part of the near future.
Bev's glances were more disturbing to her for several reasons. The dark-haired beauty seemed to be conveying the message that she knew all, and Freddy, with some misgivings, faced the fact that this could indeed be possible. Too late had she realized they might have been observed through the hatch from the upper deck. She was confident that Paul hadn't seen her abandoned oral love making - he could never have witnessed anything like that without becoming completely unglued, she was sure - but it was possible that Bev, after Paul had fallen asleep, might have left the waterbed for some reason and gone topside and been in a position to observe. Well, if she had, to hell with it. What could she do about it? Not a damn thing. Maybe try to use it as a lever for a successful advance of her own. Freddy had been more than a little surprised that El should so casually advise her to have a lesbian experience with his wife, but then, considering his life style of all-out swinger, such an attitude shouldn't be considered too strange. And maybe he was right - it was something that she would always wonder about until she tried it.
Now, sitting in the dinette beside Bev, facing their husbands across the small table of dark, polished teak, Freddy could feel the light brushing of Bev's bare leg against her own thigh, and she wondered how sex would be with the sensual brunette. How would she react to the love making of a beautiful and skilled woman? A slight flush suffused her face as she tried to make some sort of guess. She studied Bev's profile, taking in the sultry, heavy-lipped mouth, the fine bone structure, the dark, smoldering eyes.. The light touching of their legs transmitted a strong animal magnetism.
Of one thing Freddy was certain. Bev would seduce rather than overpower her. In one way or another, she would be led by the woman just as she had been led by El into a new path, led in such, a way that while it was happening, she would be made to feel that she herself was the aggressor. The thought sent a wave of heat through her body as she realized that already, she was committed. It was just a question of time, place and circumstances. She knew, or was reasonably sure she knew, the physical acts which would be involved in Bev's making love to her. She would envision Bev on her knees, her dark hair obscuring the triangle of blonde curls of her own pubic mound while a deft tongue probed its secrets. She would be able to accept that, probably even join in it, if El's assessment of his wife's prowess was accurate.
But what if Bev expected her to reciprocate? Would she be able to, bring herself to it. Or, more important, would she be swept up in a tornado of erotic desire as she had been with El, and be ravenous to give her mouth to the passion-moist cunt of the other woman?
Freddy admitted to herself that she was no longer able to predict what she might do, given the proper stimulus. Fortunately, there was a convenient excuse for dispersing the immediate gathering. Eldon Maxey said that something must be done about his houseboat. He would have to find out, what was wrong with the wiring, and somehow they must get the stink left by the smoldering fire out of the craft. Paul suggested that they hunt up Hubba and see if he could handle the problem. With that idea in mind, the three of them left Freddy alone to tackle the small amount of routine housekeeping required on her craft. She drew a deep breath and sighed in sudden relief as they disappeared down the dock.
Freddy discovered the household chores didn't last long enough. They were done in two hours, and she was left alone with erotic thoughts. She imagined the rich taste of semen in her mouth again, and felt the lips of her pussy begin to swell and press against the tightness of her jeans, and the beginning of wetness in her slit.
Hot-pants little thing, aren't you? she chided herself even as she enjoyed the feeling. She looked forward to the evening, when she would be with Paul and fuck until they were both weak and spent. She wondered if he would try again to persuade her to suck . his cock. And she wondered if she could resist it. She was still somewhat resentful of the way he had practically forced her to bed with El Maxey, although God knew she'd , enjoyed the experience, more than anything she could remember. She decided that the only way to be safe was to entice him into ramming the eager rod deep in her pussy as quickly as possible, before she was overcome with desire for more fellation ...
Unexpectedly, the problem was solved, or at least removed to a far distance, in mid-afternoon. Eldon Maxey received a disturbing telephone call from his superior at the university, one which demanded immediate action on his part. In the previous academic year, campus radicals had raised complete hell. Classes had been disturbed, there had been full-fledged riots on campus which were put down only by club-swinging police, and a major amount of property damage had resulted. Reacting, the Board of Regents, which held the purse strings, was at the moment wielding its axe on the budget. All department heads and key faculty members were being called to Sacramento immediately to plead for restoration of their funds. Maxey was scheduled to appear at 10 o'clock the following morning before the finance committee. He cursed savagely and drafted Paul to backstop him.
"Do you want Freddy and me to come with you?" Bev asked him.
"Good God no!" Maxey almost exploded. "Paul and I will be up all night trying to figure ways to counter the stuff they'll throw at us. The last thing we need is pussy on our bands."
"Good luck. We'll try to keep busy," Bev said, with a grin and wink for Freddy. "One way or another."
"I don't give a fuck if you ball a porpoise," Maxey retorted as he finished packing an overnight bag. "Our ivory tower is about to turn into a hill of shit."
On that note, he departed, with Paul striding close behind him.
"Well, I guess we know where we rate," Bev said,. With a wry grin. "I suggest we go to your place and get mellow on the cooking sherry."
Afraid of where such a situation might lead, Freddy was reluctant, but couldn't think of a reasonable argument against it. She decided to let matters develop as they chose, and rationalized that if anything was going to happen between herself and Bev, it would be best if it took place while their husbands were away.
Is this really me? she asked herself as she stirred a pitcher of vodka martinis while Bev assembled a plate of cheese and salami slices and crackers. Is It possible that I've changed so completely so fast? She pondered and finally decided that the change had been coming for a long time and it was the suddenness of it, rather than her now released sexuality, which surprised her.
They brought the food and drinks into the salon and settled comfortably on the fool'. At the far end of the room, Freddy saw that the door to the waterbed room was open, and wondered if she would resist if Bev took her hand and led her to it. She thought that at least she was wearing slacks rather than the all-revealing hot-pants. That should slow things down, she hoped.
And she was somewhat surprised when she realized there was nothing to slow down. Bev wasn't making a pass, not even reaching out to touch her, although they sat close together. For a time they speculated on what would happen in Sacramento and then moved on to other subjects of mundane interest before Bev, without any warning, dropped the bomb on Freddy.
"How do you like sucking cock?" she asked.
"Oh! My G - !" Freddy blurted. She saw the dark eyes laughing at her. "Bev ..."
"Don't get yourself uptight," the other said casually, with a knowing grin. "I was topside, having a smoke. You got the idea to do it and you did and from what Paul's said, it had to be your first time. No big deal."
"Did Paul see ...?" The question trailed off.
"If he had, don't you think you'd know about it by now?"
Freddy missed the ambiguity of the answer and released her breath in a long sigh before saying, "Do you mind?".
"Why should I?" Bev laughed. "I take my pleasure where I find it. Why shouldn't everyone?"
"I - I'm amazed at myself." Freddy said in an uncertain voice. "But yes, I liked it. I did it again later."
"Did you fuck?"
"I didn't even think about fucking."
Bev got up and mixed more drinks. Freddy had been certain her voluptuous neighbor would take advantage of the situation and make a lesbian advance, but nothing of the sort happened. The waiting was unnerving her. She had an urge to grab Bev, kiss her deeply to start it and get it over with quickly, but she held back, tried to contain her trembling, hoped for some sort of diversion.
"How'd you like to do something far out tonight?" Bev asked after a time of silence. "A new trip for you?"
Well, here it is and I'm going to do it, Freddy told herself.
"Not what you're thinking, Freddy," Bev said with a soft chuckle. "One of John Nash's pictures is being. shown for the first time tonight in San Francisco. Trish does her thing in it, and I hear it's pretty wild even for her. They'll both be there and they invited us to come with them. They'll give us a ride over and back."
"I don't think so," Freddy said. "Frankly, I think watching a movie like that would be a little much for me."
"It's not really my bag either. Not when I can see the same thing in the flesh any time," Bev agreed. "But seeing a chick I know - and we've balled each other - getting it in widescreen color makes it different. Come on! If it gets too severe for you, you can split, and I'll go with you. The fact is, Trish told me one of the studs got really rough with her, damn near ripped her apart. I'd like to see that bitch hurting!"
"Well ..."
"I'll call them."
Three hours later they were in the lobby of a small art house off Market street in San Francisco. As she and Bev fried to lose themselves in the gathering crowd, Trish Marion and a tall, evilly handsome stud who had been introduced as Larry greeted the customers and actually autographed pictures of themselves. John Nash, his hair unkempt, tried to be in several places at once. Trish was glacially beautiful. Except for thigh-high white boots, she wore only a see through micro-minidress of pale green which contrasted beautifully with her cascade of rich auburn hair. She looked like she might be only eighteen, but a smolderingly evil eighteen.
A section of seats had been roped off in the middle of the house for John Nash and his party. Freddy found herself seated next to Trish, who seemed fascinated by her own image on the screen. She kept up a whispered commentary and explanation of how each shot had been set up as the film rolled. Freddy found it exciting to watch the action and at the same time have her ear filled with the star's reaction to it, and her recollections.
In what passed for a plot, Trish played a college girl driven to have as many sexual experiences as possible. The sadistic stud played by Larry was the only one who really got to her, although she tried to find others. The action- began with them in a drive-in movie, working each other up in the seat of a sports car, until Larry pushed her head down in his lap and pried her jaw open until he could sink his cock in her mouth. She sucked with feigned reluctance for a few minutes and then broke away, complaining that it was an impossible position, with the gearshift and console between the bucket seats in the way. She offered to take him to the apartment she shared with another girl, and he agreed.
"This is just a lot of sucking and some girl stuff," Trish said in a casual way. "We don't even fuck yet."
The scene switched to a bedroom and a long session of passionate fellation. As it reached a climax, Trish's roommate, an elfin blonde appeared and joined in the final minutes, stripping and joining them on the bed and giving the stud a tongue bath as he came hard in Trish's mouth. After he left, they engaged in a prolonged lesbian scene.
"Oh, that Marylou has the sweetest pussy," Irish said aloud, licking her lips. "She's gay all the way."
"If she's here tonight, you can introduce me," Bev said, leaning across Freddy." She's a darling."
"Sure. But she's a pro. It'll cost you fifty for the date."
"I haven't had to pay for it yet," Bev said in clipped words.
As the movie unfolded, Trish was shown in a series of sexual escapades with both males and females in various settings, after each of which, left unsatisfied, she sought out Larry again and submitted to his whims.
"Now my ass gets raped," she whispered to Freddy. "I thought I could take anything, but that son of a bitch reamed me good!"
The scene began with them in the living room of the apartment, both dressed and teasing each other with hands and mouths. Freddy realized the dress in the movie was the same on Trish was wearing to the premiere. After some wrestling in which small tables were knocked over and furniture shoved around, Larry stripped. He had an enormous erection as he pinned Irish on her knees across a deep sofa and ripped her flimsy panties to shreds. His body pressed her tight against the sofa and cruelly he parted the milk-white half-moons of her buttocks and worked first one, and then two fingers up into her trembling anus and the camera showed her startled reaction to this intrusion. Then the hot red knob of his cock was replacing the fingers, pressing relentlessly into her straining asshole as Irish cried out in sudden pain.
"He wasn't supposed to put all that goddamn thing up there," the girl whispered angrily. "He was supposed to fake it and the camera get most of the action from in front of me. Even half of him in my ass would have been plenty! Look at what happened!"
The camera switched to an angle showing the girl's pitifully stretched asshole with half Larry's huge member imbedded in it. Then his hands grasped her hips and with a sudden lunge he drove mightily up into her thickly distended anus, so hard that his balls smacked and flattened lewdly against her widespread ass cheeks.
There was no doubting the reality of the sudden scream of agony from the sound system. The camera showed Trish's face contorted in almost unbearable pain, then drew back to capture her futile struggle against the reaming spear of iron-hard flesh on which she was impaled. She tried to get away, to claw at Larry, but he slammed her forward brutally and fucked remorselessly in and out of her tortured anus while the screams diminished to forlorn sobbing.
"That goddamn John Nash was yelling to me that as long as I had it in me I might as well make it look good! Move my ass! Or they might have to re-shoot the scene. Wow! I didn't think I could make it, but I got my ass churning and after awhile it began to feel pretty good and I actually got my rocks off before the bastard finished with me," Irish said. "I had to get a doctor to shoot my butt full of pain killer, and I couldn't sit down for a week."
"But that's the scene everybody's going to remember, baby," Nash said from the other side of her. "It got you a bonus."
"It got me a massive pain in the ass," she retorted. "What I'd like to do is strap on my biggest dildo and bang your butt until it bleeds, bastard."
"I don't think I can take any more of this, Bev," Freddy said. "Let's get out of here."
"I agree. But it's almost over, and we don't have wheels."
"I don't care if we have to take a cab," Freddy retorted. "They'll probably run loose all over the city later. Into every sewer."
"Okay. Let's split."
The cabbie wasn't anxious to make the long drive across the bridge to Sausalito, but a generous advance tip persuaded him. Freddy was silent through most of the trip. What she had seen had left her mind almost numb. She felt the need of a drink strongly when the cab dropped them at the marina. In the houseboat she went straight to the bar, gulped a straight shot of brandy and then built drinks for Bev and herself. The smell Of the side-street theater - a mingling of ancient cigars, urine, seat, mould and what was undoubtedly many thousands of masturbations - persisted in her nostrils. She had to get herself clean.
"I've just got to take a shower," she said as she alternated between nervous puffs on a cigarette and sips from her glass. She knew the words might sound like an invitation to Bev, but she was beyond caring. "I won't be long."
"I feel the same way," her companion said, but made no move to rise.
Freddy went to the bathroom and began to run a hot shower. She piled her hair on top of her head and quickly stripped and stepped into the spray, letting the opaque door swing close behind her. She began to soap her slender, sleek body thoroughly. Despite herself, the images of the fantasy sex of the movie kept flashing before her, and the touch of her soap-slick fingers on her body brought erotic arousal. She was neither surprised nor shocked when she looked over the top of the door and saw Bev slowly shedding her clothes. Their eyes met. Freddy's hand moved, opening the shower door in silent invitation. Bev stepped in and took the soap from her, worked up a lather and began to spread it over both their bodies.
Bev's touch was skilled, deft. Freddy trembled when their bodies made contact, breast brushing against breast, thigh against thigh, hip against hip. She felt her nipples rising and becoming taut, as Bev's hands hefted the voluptuous weight of her breasts and began to knead them slowly, teasingly. She felt the dark-haired woman's pubic mound moving warmly, stirringly, against her own, and caught her breath as Bev's well-soaped fingers slipped behind her, cupping the firmly rounded spheres of her buttocks, then worked into the narrow crease and finally found the rubbery hole of her anus. That touch made her jerk as she remembered the way Irish had been brutalized, but the sensation of the other woman's hand was wonderfully pleasant and an almost electric shock passed through her body as Bev's middle finger slipped easily into her ass to the first knuckle and began to lewdly rotate.
"Oooooh ...!" Freddy gasped, instinctively screwing her soft young buttocks hard against the finger until it slid into her tingling anus to its full length. "Ummmm-m-m-m ...
"There's a lot of pleasure waiting for you there, honey," Bev whispered. Her other hand moved up behind Freddy's head and tilted it upward. Then. her full, passionate mouth came down soft and warm on Freddy's, and her tongue explored between Freddy's parted lips, moving under them, deep into her mouth.
Without deliberate thought, Freddy, slipped her arms around Bev and their bodies pressed tight, breast to breast, pussy to pussy, and they swayed together in the hammering spray of the shower. Waves of passion spread through Reddy's body and she moaned against the tantalizing mouth which was devouring her own.
She had only a dim recollection of what followed before the stream of water rinsed them clean and they were close together as they stood on the thick bath rug and Freddy's body was being gently and teasingly patted dry by Bev. Bev bent to kiss each of the young blonde's breasts lingeringly as she dried them, then sank to her knees and wiped the droplets of water from the tanned, tapering columns of Freddy's legs. Without urging, Freddy parted them to allow Bev to dry her inner thighs. She felt the gentle touch of fingers on her cunt, the patting of the towel over her soft pubic curls, and the guardian lips being parted. Bev's dark hair obscured her face, and Freddy felt the woman's hot breath blowing teasingly on her opened cunt. She trembled and sighed, waiting for the inevitable caress of Bev's sensuous mouth on her pussy, but instead Bev rose to her feet again. She took Freddy's hand and led her to the waterbed.
"I'm going to make love to you," Bev said softly. "I'm going to kiss you and lick you all over and eat you."
"Yes ..." Freddy whispered.
She lay passively, ready to accept whatever it was Bev would do to her, but lost her passivity the moment Bev's tender mouth came down on her. own. She sucked Bev's circling tongue between her lips and her own dueled sweetly with it for a long time. She felt the lazy movement of Bev's hands over the excitedly heaving mounds of her breasts, then the squeezing, the teasing of her nipples until they stood out hot and hard and incredibly sensitive. Her neighbor's mouth closed hotly and moistly on each in turn, sucking while her hands squeezed and. massaged the full ripeness and her tongue and teeth teased the throbbing nipple. Freddy began to moan and toss on the waterbed, and it surged under them, making their bodies rub electrically together. Bev's mouth was moving all over her now, licking her belly, up her sides, into her armpits, then along the full length of first one leg and then the others. Bev kept sweeping her mass of dark hair back as straying tendrils got in the way of her lewdly exploring mouth. Her tongue made little circles of fire on the incredibly sensitive inner flesh of Freddy's thighs, and Freddy knew her pussy was wet with her own warmly seeping juices. She could feel her cuntal lips swollen with racing blood, trembling with anticipation as Bev's fingers danced the length of her pouting pussy slit. She felt Bev's heated breath and parted her legs wide, offering herself. Bev's thumbs parted the guardian lips of her seething cunt and for a moment Bev's eyes looked deep into her own. Her tongue slid lazily over Freddy's heavy, sensuous mouth and then Bev's face slowly began to move downward over the ripe young contours of the blonde wife's body, disappearing in between the tanned thighs.
The tip of her tongue moved snake-like along the oozing slit, seeking and finally finding entry. It flickered like a snake's tongue over the pink hard button of Freddy's clitoris and Freddy cried out softly at the contact and involuntarily her legs clamped tight to Bev's head and her hands caught her long dark hair and pulled her close. Bev's mouth closed tightly on the flowering cunt, and her tongue dipped and swirled and probed deep into the gushing channel as Freddy's juices began to flow. Freddy could breath the rich scent of her eager pussy filling the room and she writhed on the waterbed, exulting in the way it heaved her pubic triangle hard up to the tantalizing tongue and sucking mouth of her new lesbian lover. She was beyond restraint, beyond thought of anything except enjoying what she was feeling. She made incoherent little noises and her hands cupped Bev's face, tracing the contours of the bone structure, massaging it lightly while her body trembled like jelly and a river of her juices spread glisteningly across the mouth and cheeks of the other woman. She felt Bev's hands slide under her buttocks, lifting, and she arched her back and raised herself as Bev's mouth consumed her desire-inflamed pussy. A finger. slipped into the moist crack of her buttocks and found the rubbery circle of her anus. Freddy sighed as the finger sank deep into her and began to move in circles. She moaned and churned her buttocks up hard against the delightful intruder and began to cry out softly. She could see the passion-distorted image of herself in the big mirror above the bed. Bev's head was bobbing as she licked and sucked wildly at her neighbor's open spread pussy flesh. Freddy heaved herself against the seeking mouth and began to sob in near delirium.
It seemed like a boiling geyser erupted in her loins. She could feel her cunt gushing hot musky, juice down into Bev's hungrily devouring mouth. Bev was gasping and panting and squeezing her in a quaking release of her own. Their moans of ecstasy mingled and Freddy clamped Bev's head between her spasming thighs so hard her muscles began to cramp before, completely spent, she fell back like a disjointed doll on the heaving waterbed. For a long time her hands caressed Bev's face and the hair that was damp with her cum before Bev, breathing slowly and deeply, disengaged herself.
Freddy drew Bev up beside her and sought the older woman's mouth, the passion-swollen lips which were glistening with her own cum. She traced the contours of her swollen lips with the tip of her tongue and they kissed slowly and deeply while their hands continued to explore each other. Their bodies were slick with the dew of their love making.
"You're delicious," Bev murmured.
"You were wonderful for me," Freddy said softly. "I never came quite like that before." She felt herself blushing as she looked deep into Bev's smoldery eyes. "I - well, I wanted to try it. I didn't know whether I could go through with it."
"How do you feel, baby?"
"Beautiful. Want me to get drinks or us?"
"And wash your taste from my mouth? Well, I suppose. You wouldn't think so, but doing that, eating, makes your mouth dry."
"Be right back." Freddy bounced from the bed and almost skipped into the salon, where she built tall drinks with hands which trembled. Her body still tingled gloriously and her flesh seemed to glow. She reflected that El Maxey had certainly been right about his wife's expertise at cunnilingus. The slashing feather-touch of tongue to clitoris had been incredible! She returned to the waterbed with a hip-swinging stride, all memory of the sordid movie gone from her mind now, handed Bev a glass and eased herself down on the restless waterbed. "Little earthquakes are rumbling in me. I'm still cumming a little. Wow!"
"You're a wow! girl," Bev said, stroking the warm, velvet soft flesh of her upper leg. "Any remorse?"
"Not a bit. Should there be?"
"No way. This doesn't mean you're a lesbian. Just that you can enjoy a woman as well as a man. I do, and I never think of myself as lesbian." She lit two cigarettes and put one between Freddy's lips..
"Ummm-m-m-m ... I wonder what my ever lovin Paul would say if he could see us."
"He'd blink hard. That's for sure," Bev said, chuckling.
"Stay with me tonight?" Freddy asked. She turned Bev's face toward her and kissed the heavy lips lingeringly. "Make more love?"
"I thought you'd never ask."
They took a long time finishing tile drinks. Freddy fed records to the stereo set and turned up the speakers in the room. They began a slow, experimental love play. Freddy discovered it was exciting to kiss and suck Bev's full breasts, trill the tip of her tongue over the distended nipples. Her hand strayed to Bev's dark fringed cunt and began to explore. It was soft and hot and tantalizingly damp as she twirled the curly hairs into little braids. Bev began to thrust her pulsing mound up against the searching fingers in lazy rhythm as Freddy worked them deep into the pulsing slit. Bev's mouth sought hers and there was a long time of deep, wet kissing.
"I want to lick you ..." Freddy whispered.
"Ummmmm ... do it!"
As Bev had done to her, Freddy began to kiss and lave her neighbor's hot sleek body. Her nostrils flared wide as she breathed in the heady female Scent, tasted the saltiness of Bev's perspiration. She quickly discovered that a light dancing of the tip of her tongue along the contours of Bev's body, mingled with unannounced little nibbling bits with her sharp teeth, or a moist kiss on trembling flesh, brought little gasps of pleasure from Bev. She recalled El Maxey's comment that Bev thought Paul was inept at cunnilingus, that all he did was root and wallow. She sensed that although she had absolutely no experience, she had an instinct which would serve her well.
The heady aroma of Bev's waiting cunt filled her nostrils as she settled up between the voluptuous brunette's trembling thighs. The dark-fringed pussy lit awaited her, glistening like a luminescent pearl. She traced it with her fingertips, parting the lips so that the coral-pink inner tissues beckoned. She could clearly see the somewhat darker bud of Bev's clitoris. She pursed her lips and blew gently over the glistening nether mouth. Bev writhed in anticipation. Then Freddy brought her face down to the lush damp forest of hair. The tip of her tongue slithered along the outer lips and then darted in a blurred motion like a butterfly's wings from side to side and up and down. It brushed wetly over the tiny pulsing clitoris, which seemed ready to burst from its sheath, and then Freddy made her tongue flat and slowly, teasingly, laved Bev's pussy; tasting its warm slippery nectar. Bev sighed and her legs clamped momentarily on Freddy's head, then opened to give her friend full access again to the excitedly dilating lips of her cunt.
Freddy burrowed in, kissing, beginning to suck at the object Of her desire. Her tongue found the deep cuntal passage and worked up it, swirling, tip probing, tasting. She sighed and sucked some more. Bev's pelvis began lewdly undulating and the waterbed caught the rhythm and they rose and fell as if caught on a restless ocean. Freddy could hear the wet, slurpy sound of her tongue devouring its carnal feast, feel the tremors begin to surge through Bev's. overly aroused body. She slipped her hands under the ripe, firm-muscled cheeks of Bev's buttocks spreading the taut mounds of flesh with her fingers and finding the tight little ring of Bev's anus. As Bev had done to her, she proved with her middle finger, but the sphincter was strong in its resistance to the intrusion. Freddy withdrew her hand, rubbed it in the warm viscous secretions which oozed slickly from Bev's palpitating cunt, and tried again. This time she was able to penetrate. She heard Bev's soft cry of pleasure and worked the tip of her finger in a slow rotary motion, easing it deeper into the quivering brunette's helpless anus. Bev hunched and screwed down hard on it, taking it all the way up into her until the palm of Freddy's hand was flattened against the firm spheres of Bev's ass cheeks. She began to titillate the slowly relaxing asshole in a steady lust-inciting rhythm while her mouth devoured the wildly spending cunt. She knew what she was doing now, was confident enough to experiment with nibbling and sucking as Bev's responses, her tossing and twisting and moaning became more and more vigorous.
This Is so different than sucking a cock, Freddy thought as she laved the love-swollen lips and what lay beyond them. With a cock, there was no taste at all, not until the cum squirted hot and thick in her mouth. But Bev's pussy was a fountain of exotic flavor and scent, one which grew richer minute by minute until it was completely filing her head.
"Oh, God, I'm going to cum!" Bev moaned. "Oh, Freddy, now! Eat me ... use your tongue! Eat me!"
Under Freddy's sensuously seeking mouth the woman went wild, tossing and bucking up at her and crying out, her arms flailing and smacking down hard on the undulating Waterbed, her heels beating a wild tattoo. Freddy sucked and lashed with her tongue and when the quaking spasm reached it's height caught the nib of Bev's clitoris between her cumelick lips and sucked It furiously, using the hardened tip of her tongue mercilessly.
"Ooooh! Ooooohhhli! Oooo-o-o-h-h-h-h-h!! There's so much cumming! Oh Freddy ... Freddy!!!"
Bev's heaving body suddenly went loose and pliant and she lay gasping on the wildly surging bed as Freddy began to vase her oral caresses. The young blonde remained on her knees, face buried in the now soaked curls of Bev's - hotly contracting cunt, her face slippery wet with the other woman's cum. She sucked until there was no more, swallowing, savoring its heady flavor, scarcely aware of how she herself was panting with excitement. Her swollen lips kissed the spent pussy lingeringly, and then her tongue began to work again.
"No ... no more ... I can't stand it ..." Bev whispered, cupping Freddy's face in her fingers and lifting it. "Not now ..."
"You could cum again," Freddy managed to say.
"Oh, you took everything I had, darling girl.
Just lie with me now. We'll get our strength back."
Reluctantly, Freddy obeyed. She snuggled in Bev's arms and they slept close then, through the night. Freddy awoke first, to the thin light of a foggy gray morning. She began to explore the warm delicious flesh of the girl beside her with, lips and tongue and hands, bringing her slowly to awareness and then desire. They writhed and rubbed and shifted and Bev, with whispered instructions and gentle maneuverings, led Freddy into her first experience with simultaneous oral love making in the classic sixty-nine position.
"Oh, so far out," Freddy whispered when they had exhausted each other. "I wonder what it would be like to try that with a man."
"Maybe we will work on arranging that trip," Bev said.
Chapter Five
Inevitably, the fine sense of physical well-being which Freddy Downs had achieved with Beverly diminished as the day lengthened, to be replaced by increasing nervousness as she began to worry about the consequences for her when Paul became aware of what had happened, as her husband inevitably must. She knew she was not skilled in the arts of deception. He might be able to tell merely by watching her when El and Bev Maxey were around. By mid-afternoon she had put down four highballs, a record number for her for any day, and was pacing restlessly from one section of the houseboat to another, unable to sit still.
"For God's sake, the world isn't going to collapse," Bev said when she could stand it no more. "Relax, honey."
"Bev, I'm scared now," Freddy blurted. "Paul will know I'm sure of it. What if El gets too much to drink and lets it slip that I went down on him ..."
"I wouldn't worry about that - after all, Paul let him take you off."
"Fucking would have been one thing," Freddy retorted. "But to suck El when I never would do it for Paul ..."
Beverly studied the distraught girl, half-tempted to tell her Paul not only knew, but had been a witness. She decided against it. A worried Freddy would be easer to manipulate and so far she had barely been brought to the threshold of the life-style which Bev and Eldon had planned for her. Bev thought it was promising that, once she had begun to crack, Freddy had come so far so fast, not merely sucking cock and even trying a little pussy, but clearly enjoying them. She was doing beautifully, but would still require delicate handling.
"You're so close to it that it looks much bigger than it is, baby," Beverly told her. "What if Paul suddenly did find out? I'll tell you what would happen. He'd be shocked and a little sore for all of five minutes. Then he'd be happy as a clam."
"All the same, I'm glad I don't have to face him right now."
"Maybe not for a couple of days. Those budget hearings will last at least that long," Bev predicted.
"And what do I do while I'm wailing?" Freddy muttered.
"Just like the pilot who crashes. Take another plane up right away," her companion said. "I'll see what can be arranged. for tonight. A small group." "Bev! I couldn't!"
"You can and will, darling. Now don't argue." Freddy knew she was trapped, that she could be maneuvered by Bev in any way the older woman chose. It seemed that Bev knew her thoughts even as they formed, and had the ability to bend them. Bev was on the phone for a long time, but what she said wasn't audible to Freddy. However, the expression on her face said that arrangements were being successfully made. Freddy's head began to ache. She went to her room and lay on the bed and tried to shut the world out.
The world refused to cooperate. At first the now-lost innocent girl of her past intruded. She saw again the ultra-respectable, ultra-dull small New England town of her youth, the stately old white-painted house where she had spent virtually her entire life before marriage, the stultifying wind-up toys which were her parents. Oh, there had been scandals. Each year had its handful of girls who left town for several months to visit mythical relatives in distant states, and boys who suddenly decided to go into the service, or simply go. Such things were talked about thoroughly, of course, but in whispers which never got beyond the narrow limits of the town itself. The peccadilloes of the boys who attended the prep school which manufactured Ivy League material in limited editions provided all the material necessary for spicy public discussion. It had been a proper, safe and exceedingly dull place to grow up, but having known nothing else, Freddy had not been particularly aware of this.
Unfortunately, it had been poor preparation for marriage to a man like Paul, whose father's work was closely connected with Washington and the business of running the country. Paul had grown up continuously on the move, East Coast, West Coast, Europe, South America, and he had sampled the diverse pleasures of the geographical hodgepodge in which he found himself, so that by the time he had entered college, he was well on his way to being a libertine. Freddy had often wondered if he really loved her or merely considered her a pleasant but necessary bit of equipment which he would need in his career.
By building himself into a strong figure in the communications industry, Paul had plans to be a behind-the-scenes manipulator of the people who caused the nation and world to move. And with a close connection to men like Eldon Maxey, who would be both his mentor and key to future opportunities, Paul could look forward to having both a comfortable fortune and great power by the time he was in his early thirties. Freddy often wished that Maxey would see-fit to immediately arrange some job for Paul which would, even as it advanced his career, put a great amount of distance between the two couples. But Paul seemed to like the free-swinging life style Maxey had developed too much to do anything like breaking away from the older man.
Now, perhaps, now that she had been more intimate with El Maxey than with any man in her entire life, Freddy held the faint hope that she might persuade Maxey to find something at a suitable distance for Paul. She knew he would want further intimacies with her for a while, but she knew also that she was just the latest in an unending line of feminine conquests. Hopefully, she would lose her attraction for him in the time. Also hopefully, Bev, having made her conquest, would not make a strong effort to keep their relationship going indefinitely.
Even more disturbing was her own newly-aroused sexuality. Lying in the cool shadows of the room, with the curtains drawn over the portholes, she could barely acknowledge to herself the incidents-her voyeurism, the way she turned on when the maleness of Hubba thrust itself between her legs, the way she had masturbated him to climax and then greedily licked and swallowed his cum, the fellation of El Maxey and the so-easy yielding to Bev. Somehow she would have to live with these things. Even now, Bev was setting something up. She could - she should - go out and tell her to call it off, that she, Freddy Downs, was not going to get involved in such a thing. But she knew she would acquiesce, and she feared she would do so eagerly when the time came.
Finally she was able to drop off to sleep, lulled by the gentle rocking of the houseboat on the changing tide. She was surprised to find several hours had passed when voices and the sounds of a cocktail blender whining and chewing up ice awakened her. She stepped hurriedly into the bath, combed and brushed her hair, pulled on sheer bikini panties anti drew a microshift over her head before going out to face whatever the darkening night held.
"Hey, there you are!" Bev said gaily. "Happy hour's here."
Freddy saw with some misgivings that Bev had collected John Nash and Trish Marion and Hubba and a lushly-curvaceous blonde girl who looked to be only about sixteen and was vaguely familiar, although Freddy was sure she hadn't met her before or even seen her at one of the casual gatherings around the marina. After a moment she was able to place her as one of the girls who had appeared in the movie they'd seen the other night, the one Bev had expressed a desire for. Marylou, who cost fifty dollars. Marylou held her hand longer than was necessary as they were introduced and the girl's amber eyes were openly inviting any overture Freddy might feel like making.
With some relief, Freddy realized she had no desire for Marylou, beyond a speculation on how she might be as a lover compared with Bev. She realized that she would make love with Bev if Bev wanted her, but it would be a casual thing, physical in its entirety.
Somebody turned the stereo on. Drinks were mixed and consumed. Freddy began to loosen up, still not sure what the night held for her, but not worrying about it. She sensed that Hubba felt somewhat out of place and tried to make him comfortable, let him know that what had happened between them was all right. He seemed to relax after he had put down a generous shot of whiskey and followed it with a bottle of beer. He drifted out to the cockpit and looked back at her and she knew he wanted to talk, so she went to join him, acutely aware of the tightness of his sun-faded bell bottoms and the wide-striped yachting shirt he wore.
"Maybe I ought to go," he muttered, looking over the rail at the darkness of the basin and the lights of Sausalito beyond. "I did something I shouldn't have to you. I'm sorry."
"In the circumstances, a lot more could have happened," Freddy replied, with a soft chuckle as she remembered. "I sort of encouraged you, I guess."
"You're so beautiful."
"Thanks." She moved closer to him. "I think there's going to be some fooling around here tonight. A lot of it. I didn't set it up, but I'm here."
"Are you ever," he muttered as he slipped his arms around her.
She raised her face and his mouth came down on hers, his tongue slipping through her parted lips, seeking her own. His work-hardened hands clamped tight to the softly rounded moons of her buttocks, fingers digging into the hard muscles, pulling her firmly up against his loins. She felt the rigid outline of his tumescent cock, the bulging of his balls as they rocked and rubbed together. She moaned softly as passion built inside her and her arm went up around his neck, drawing his head down to her. She worked her other hand between their bodies and her fingers closed on the thick mass of his eagerly jerking cock, squeezing hard. She felt her nipples rising, becoming acutely sensitive of the contact through her thin dress. The kiss ended and they stood close together, her face in the hollow between his neck and shoulder. Slowly her hand worked his zipper down and her fingers found the desire-swollen shaft of his penis through his open fly, as she realized he wasn't wearing any shorts. She drew the length of him out and held it with both hands, slowly working the foreskin back and forth over the smooth warmth of the bulging knob.
"You're pretty hot already," she murmured, smearing droplets of lubricating fluid around the cap. "So big and hot."
"Oh, God, I've got to fuck you," he groaned as his fingers worked their way up under the tight elastic leg band of her bikini panties and delved into the curly softness of her pubic hair and the love-portals it guarded. "I've thought about you all day."
"We'll fuck," she whispered. "But it's too soon. Let the others drink some more and start messing around and then we can and they'll be too busy to notice. I wouldn't want them watching."
"I can't carry this thing around much longer," be muttered, continuing to massage her. "Get me off with your hand, then."
"I'll go down if you want," she said softly.
"Oh, wow!" He stroked the length of her back. "Where can we go?"
"It's dark enough here. Just stand against the rail."
He drew in his breath sharply, realizing the wild little blonde was going to do it to him. She worked with nimble fingers to open the top of his jeans wide and pull them down over his hips, then slowly knelt before him on, the deck. His rigid cock was beckoning her only inches away. The smooth foreskin peeled back and she held the thickened base of the throbbing penis and gazed at it before bringing it up to her soft lips. Her tongue curled out and around the rubbery bead, licking at the tiny droplets of pre-cum which hovered there. The tip of her tongue flicked rapidly back and forth over the softness that seemed so in contrast with the iron-hardness of the penis itself. She ran it over her glistening lips and against her teeth, then formed a soft liquid oval with her mouth and drew the throbbing male flesh deeply inside. His hand came to the back of her bead and she sucked him to the apex of her throat, then began to work on him with the full length of her tongue, sliding it up and down, around and around in lazy swirlings.
"Oh, what a mouth," he sighed, making a long slow fucking motion with his hips.
"Ummm-m-m-m ..." Freddy moaned around the pulsating fullness of him. Her hands toyed with his balls as she sucked him deep into the warm moist cavern of her mouth, reaching behind him and holding his buttocks tight as her head moved lewdly in and out.
Hubba was beginning to squirm, to pump up into her mouth. The young blonde wife gulped him deeper and deeper and was sure the others must hear the eager slurping noises which escaped her demanding lips, but nobody came up to the deck to investigate. Occasionally she nipped him lightly with her sharp teeth, liking the way he jerked when this happened. She concentrated on trying to develop new ways to suck and tease, til the rising urgency of him, the way he was growing even longer and thicker and harder between her lips, told her he could not hold back much longer. She grabbed his hard-muscled buttocks in both hands and dug her fingers deep into the narrow crease between them, sending one sliding up the tight passage of his rectum and then began to work her mouth furiously up and down his heavy spear of flesh, sucking with all her strength now.
Suddenly both his hands grabbed her head and held it tight and he fucked deep into her mouth and inundated it with a torrent of hot musky cum. She eagerly gulped and swallowed to keep abreast of his ejaculation as the head of his cock shoved deep into her throat and her tonsils were coated with the fluid. She made a tight ring of her grasping lips around his penis, trying to capture every drop, continuing to kneel and suck until his penis was again small and soft. Only then did she rise shakily on trembling knees and press the full length of her voluptuous body against his. Tilting her face up, she offered him her cum-wet lips for a kiss.
"Feel better now?" she asked with a smile.
"You know it," he said hoarsely. "What a mouth you got."
"Did I put you out of action for the night?" she teased.
"For a while anyway," he told her. "I could use a beer."
They went to the salon. Freddy caught a quick, appraising glance from Bev that told her their absence, if not their actions, had been noticed. Freddy's lips felt hot and swollen and she was sure that anyone who looked would be able to tell they had. just drained a cock mercilessly. She, didn't care. Eating Hubba had made her ready for whatever might come.
But whatever was coming was apparently going to take its own sweet time in arriving, she thought after she'd stretched a single bourbon and water into a half-hour. The gathering seemed to be almost as decorous as Sunday night after choir practice in New England. Nobody seemed to be much in a hurry, and she wondered if it took the presence of someone like El Maxey to get things started. She went to the bar, where John Nash was icing the glasses, for another drink. As she reached for the bourbon he stayed her hand.
"That's not getting the job done," he said, his lean-featured face grinning in a knowing way. He held up a bottle of the green liquor she remembered Eldon Maxey pouring for her. "This is the turn-on juice. The real Pernod. The absinthe in it makes it illegal as hell in almost every country, but Maxey's got a connection or two."
"I've had it," Freddy said. "Smooth."
"More than that. About three good belts and you'll be ripping off everybody's pants. I'll make strong ones to start us all off and you pass them around, okay?"
He did. Freddy circulated with a tray, and from the knowing grins assumed that the others knew all about the stuff, with the exception of Hubba, who drained his glass like it was ordinary liquor. Nash handed her a fresh glass &t the bar.
"Freddy, you should remember to use some kind of padding next time," he said, winking.
"What are you talking about?"
"The ridges of the deck planking on your pretty knees. Aren't they sore?"
"I hadn't noticed," she said, unruffled. She sipped the Pernod, savoring the mild, exotic flavor. She had read there was no such thing as a real aphrodisiac and didn't put much faith in Nash's claim. But maybe the green stuff could get things started on its reputation alone. She was ready herself, and it occurred to her that Bev hadn't organized the gathering right. There were four women and only two men, and she was not particularly attracted to Nash. Physically be was interesting enough - lean and hard-muscled, with an easy way of moving and a face that was intriguing if not handsome - but the knowledge that he was responsible for a movie such as she'd seen repelled her. She was sure she'd have to get a lot more loosened up than she was to have any kind of sex with him. "Refill, please."
Nash exchanged the glass for a larger one which held about three times as much. She wondered what it was that made the Pernod change color when water was added, but it seemed a foolish question to ask. She moved away from the bar and studied the mood of the group, which showed signs of loosening up. Trish had Bev in a corner. They were standing close, whispering, and while Trish held her drink in one hand, the other was gliding over the full curves of Bev's figure. Bev seemed to be ready to burst from a hot pants and halter outfit. Freddy watched the redhead's fingers trail up the inside. of Bev's thigh and settle on her cunt and begin to gently rub and knead. Bev's head went back and her heavy mouth curled into a hungry expression as her eyes closed. She shook her head slowly and her eyes came open, showed the desire that was building in her. But they fastened not on Trish but moved across the room to where the much-younger Marylou was bending over, searching through the stacks of records by the stereo player. The blonde girl, as though aware of the stare, slowly raised her head and looked into Bev's dark eyes. She wet her lips. But it was to Freddy, not Bev, that she strolled after she had put records on the machine.
"How about showing me what it's like upstairs on this floating palace?" she asked casually.
But there was nothing casual in the amber depths of, her eyes. Only invitation lay there. Freddy drew a hesitant breath and mumbled, "Sure ... come on."
All eyes followed them up the circular stairway to the top deck. Freddy switched on a dim light in the wheelhouse. It was a sizable room, with a full expanse of glass at the front, beyond the bank of controls for the twin diesels and the spoked wheel. Two deep-upholstered chairs and a long, low sofa were against the opposite wall. Speakers carried the music from below.
"This is some layout," the young girl said, obviously genuinely impressed. "It must cost you a fortune."
"My husband and I were lucky," Freddy told her. We get it for practically nothing just so the owner can have somebody aboard to look after it."
"Anytime you want to rent out a room, let me know," Marylou said. She stepped close to Freddy and slowly put her arms around her. "I like it. I like you. Kiss me."
"Now, Marylou ..." Freddy protested.
"Come on," she urged, pressing close, stroking, rubbing her pubic mound up against Freddy's loins. "You know what's happening down there. Trish is bargaining with Bev for me. That's okay. I dig Bev. But I turn on for you, Freddy. In a little while it's going to be grab-ass all over the place. I just want to make a little love with you while I can still remember it. For myself, not for money."
Before Freddy could protest, the strong arms went around her neck and Marylou's soft lips closed on her own, her tongue working and slithering deep into her mouth and their breasts meeting hot and resilient. Freddy found herself responding, taking the other girl in her arms, caressing her as the fire inside her rekindled itself. She was pressed back against the high, swivel-mounted chair in which the helmsman sat when the houseboat was under way. One of Marylou's hands moved up under the narrow leg band of Freddy's panties, around the swell of her heart-shaped buttocks and between them, to find the already-wet furrow of the trembling blonde's pussy. It had become passion-ready and damp while she mouthed Hubba's cock, and now it eagerly welcomed the tunneling hand. Slowly Marylou took her mouth away and she looked up at Freddy.
"Ooo ... you just sucked a cock," she said. "I didn't think there was any taste left."
"There isn't," Marylou said with a soft chuckle. "I just took a guess that something happened when you disappeared with Hubba. Did you let him cum in your mouth, really?"
"I wanted him to."
"Oh, wow! That's a scene I just can't make. A cock in my mouth! Urk!" She grimaced. "You saw me in the movie, I know. I just make it with girls. The only reason I even know what cum tastes like is that sometimes I have to be kissed by Trish or some other chick right after they've gone down on a guy."
"I'm not a lesbian," Freddy said softly.
"8ev told me." Her hands moved under the shortness of Freddy's microskirt and began to work the sopping panties down. "But you need a little loving now."
"No ... . no ...," Freddy whispered, but she was incapable of moving to restrain the girl, found herself lifting her feet to allow the panties to be removed entirely. Her head was light and every touch of Marylou's fingers brought a hot surge through her body. She yielded and lay back against the high chair, her taut buttocks pressed against the edge, her long, smooth legs parted. Marylou dropped ,to her knees and looked into Freddy's eyes as she wet her lips and Freddy murmured, "Yes ..." Then slowly, gently, she peeled Freddy's panties down over the soft smooth flesh of her naked thighs and calves, and dropped, the flimsy nylon in a heap on the deck.
The taffy-haired head moved up between her spreading thighs and she felt warm breath through the desire-moistened hairs of her pussy. The tip of Marylou's tongue flicked out, delving between the pulsing cuntal lips, searching for the tiny throbbing bud of her Clitoris, finding it and laying it till it rose into a hard little button of desire. Bracing herself, Freddy slowly raised her legs and slid them over the girl's shoulders as Marylou's skilled hands opened her pussy wider and her lips closed on it and began to suck.
"Oh God ... ohh ... it feels so good ..." Freddy moaned, rocking back and forth, grinding her eager cunt against the writhing mouth of her newfound lover. She held the soft mass of pale yellow hair in her hands, running it through her fingers as Marylou sucked and licked her tenderly, with consummate skill that exceeded Bev's technique. Her belly churned with yearning excitement as the darting tongue slid deeply into her oozing cuntal passage and she could feel her juices flowing, spreading out over Marylou's cheeks. "I'm going to cum," she gasped, all too soon, for she didn't want the sensation to end so quickly. "I can't help it! I'm going to cum! Now! Now ... oh, eat me, eat me, suck! Oh, your tongue ... I'm cummmmm-i-nnnn-gggg!!!"
The tormented blonde nearly screamed as the wild gushing began, spewing from her into the sucking, gulping mouth of the young lesbian. Her thighs clamped tight to Marylou's face as the girl eagerly lapped at her spasming loins, bringing her to a monumental release that left her weak and shaking when finally there was no more left in her and the wet, slippery lips kissed her quaking cunt a final time and Marylou slowly rose from her knees and offered her mouth for a deep kiss.
Freddy Downs seemed to be floating. The vivid colors which surrounded her were unreal. She felt strange, but not drunk. It was like the one time she'd gotten high on pot during a night when a long rap session bad developed with a group of Paul's students who had come supplied with an envelope of potent grass. She guessed it must be the Pernod which was making her feel this way. Something unusual must be blamed for her almost-instant yielding to Marylou. Finally, she broke off the nuzzling embrace, and clicked off the pilothouse light.
As they started down the stairs, Marylou said, "You forgot your panties." "So what - I don't think I'd have them on long anyway."
The scene below confirmed her comment. The other four had stripped off their clothes and were gathered in a loose, changing tangle of bodies.
"Join the group," Trish Marlon invited. The look which she fastened on Marylou was a promise of a hard time for the little blonde later. "And build us some more drinks."
While Freddy drew her short dress over her head and tossed it on a chair, Marylou fixed the drinks and then slipped out of her clothes. The two were drawn into the mesh of entwined bodies on the thick carpet. What developed was like a tactile encounter session in group therapy. No words were spoken. With closed eyes, the participants let their hands roam at random, their bodies press and rub and mold together.
The mass writhed and flowed upon itself. Lips kissed random flesh and tongues explored new vistas.
"We should be doing this with all the lights off," Bev said finally.
Nobody objected when she drew away long enough to turn out all the lights, so the only illumination was the weak glow which filtered through the curtains over the portholes. Freddy felt herself being languidly explored and caressed in the consuming darkness, and responded freely. At one point she was conscious that a hand was on one breast, another sliding up and down the narrow crease of her buttocks, one finger working into her tight anus and rotating slowly around. She did not know whether the hands were male or female, and it didn't seem to matter. Her moving fingers closed on a penis and measured it. She guided it. to her lips and let her tongue lave the softness of the knob until a shift to a new position by the man took it away. A slow half-turn of her body brought her mouth into contact with a female breast, and she squeezed it and sought the impudent nipple with eager lips, beginning to suck even as she felt an anonymous mouth make contact with her cunt.
She had no idea how much time passed. Certainly enough so that she felt a complete sense of intimacy with everyone else.
"This would be even better on that waterbed," Trish Marion's voice said fuzzily. "If we can all fit."
"Let's try," someone agreed.
The mass separated and progressed the length of the salon to the door of the room with the waterbed. It was illuminated by the weak orange bulb which shed barely enough light to make out the wide, squat rectangle of the bed itself and the other furnishings. It rocked and heaved as the separate bodies dropped on it, tossing them in a tangled heap.
"This being Freddy's bed, I think we should make sure Freddy gets well loved up," John Nash said thoughtfully. "Five of us working at once should be able to do the job."
"Now, wait a minute," Freddy protested with a tongue that seemed to have thickened somewhat. "Just what does that involve?"
"Oh, all kinds of delightful things, baby," Bev's voice assured her. "You get loved all over at once."
Freddy quickly discovered what she meant. She was surrounded by bodies until it was impossible to move without pushing in an intimate way against two or three at once. She was maneuvered so she lay on her left side. When she tried to protest, someone put a glass of Pernod to her lips. She drank. Then they closed in on her from both sides and above.
Nash's mouth came down on hers teasingly and his tongue began to play its games between her lips while his hand closed on one breast and kneaded it expertly. Bev captured the other breast and her tongue lashed the nipple into aching arousal as her teeth nibbled. Lower on the bed, Marylou bent low over her and began to kiss and lick her legs, tantalizing her flesh with tiny soft kisses. Hubba was behind her, his body pressed close to her, hand moving slowly down the damp crease of her buttocks, then over the tender slit of her cunt as she lifted her leg to make room for his fingers. She felt the throbbing length of his staff rubbing, seeking its way through the crack of her ass to her quivering pussy, and the touch of it triggered her entire body into a sensual undulation which was caught by the waterbed. The flickering tongue of Trish Marion danced over her half-lidded eyes and Trish's hot breath was in her ear.
They had taken complete control of her body. Lips and tongues and hands and tumescent cocks seemed to be everywhere at once. Freddy found herself turning to putty under their exciting caresses, responding without reservation. When John Nash took his mouth from hers and shifted, so that his erect cock swayed out lewdly in front of her eyes, Freddy wordlessly parted her lips and accepted it between them, letting it slide back over her tongue even as she felt Hubba's finger penetrate her anus. It slipped in very easily, and she realized he had used some kind of jelly. It felt good, sent wild sensations through her as it twirled in the heated recesses of her rectum, and she humped and screwed back against it, wanting more. His thick cock still slid slowly back and forth over the now-open and juicy lips of her pussy. She wanted him to put it in there, deep and hard, but couldn't mumble the words to him because Nash had her mouth deeply filled. Marylou's mouth had worked lip the inside of her thighs from the front and now came down tightly on her cunt, displacing Hubba's throbbing penis. Any temptation to protest was quickly erased by the skillfully probing tongue of the teen-ager.
The sensation of Hubba's finger in. her anus, Marylou's tongue exploring her pussy and Nash's long penis between her lips, overwhelmed Freddy's senses, and she was carried even further into languid ecstasy by the continuous caresses of Bev and Trish's lips and tongues. She began to breathe irregularly through her nostrils, grinding her loins and sucking the cock in her mouth with abandon. She wanted the feeling to continue until she fainted.
"I want to fuck her now," Hubba said from behind her. "Roll over, Freddy."
When she heard the words, Freddy thought the others would object to relinquishing her, but she discovered this wasn't the case, as Nash pulled back, emptying her desiring mouth, and the others followed suit. Hubba's finger remained thrust in her back passage as Bev and Trish and Nash rolled her over onto her belly.
Hubba's strong hand drew her legs apart and she felt him move over her. Remembering how it had felt having the muscular youth thrusting at her from behind when she wore the thin barrier of shorts the first time he had touched her, Freddy eagerly raised up on her knees and took her weight on her elbows. She wiggled her buttocks. lewdly around as Hubba's fingers spread them wide. Her pussy was stretched wide in this position. She was flamingly ready for his massive cock.
But it went not to her welcoming pussy but to the stimulated but still tight little orifice of her anus.
"NO! Not there!" she cried out when she felt the bulbous knob press at her sphincter. "Fuck my cunt!"
Instead, she felt his finger slipping into her well-lubricated nether opening again, twisting and turning, stretching the rubbery ring of her sphincter. This would be all right, she told herself. It would be better than his cock alone, if he had his finger in her anus while he fucked her. She was discovering her anus could be the center of deep pleasures. Bev was kneeling on her haunches in front of her now, her hands kneading the hanging melons of Freddy's breasts. Marylou, lying on her back, had slid under her and was working the tip of her tongue into Freddy's navel and at the same time expertly fingering her juicy cunt. Freddy's senses blurred. The tantalizing finger withdrew from her tingling rectum and she started to protest, then gasped with dismay as it was replaced by the much larger head of Hubba's cock.. She felt his big, strong hands grasp her hips firmly, stretching her buttocks wide, balling her defenseless anus.
"Oh, no!" she cried out. "Please don't!"
She felt the unrelenting pressure of his distended penis behind her, and tried to wriggle away from it, but his hands held her fast, and now both Bev and Marylou had wrapped their arms tightly around her body, making her a prisoner of their flesh.
"Aaaghhh!" Freddy gasped as her sphincter yielded and. its tight elastic ring stretched painfully around the head of Hubba's penis, completely enclosing the massive head. She felt she was going to split and she cried out, "No, no, please don't. It hurts too much."
For a long moment Hubba didn't move. The initial pain began to diminish and Freddy felt herself finally relaxing, accommodating herself to the anguishing intruder. She drew a deep breath and suddenly arched her back, trying to dislodge him. With her movement Hubba pressed forward steadily and she realized that instead of freeing herself, she had impaled her straining rectum even farther.
"Just relax and it'll slide right in," Trish Marlon whispered in her ear. "Hubba won't hurt you the way that stud did me."
The words brought no comfort to Freddy. She was incapable of following the young redhead's advice, however good it might be. She suddenly despaired of getting Hubba to take it out of her, and tried to remain immobile, but she couldn't help making little jerks and twitches with her ass in a vain attempt to ease the steady pain. And each movement only brought deeper penetration by the rigid shaft of male flesh. She remembered its ultimate size, so long and thick that when it had ballooned in her mouth she had been barely able to take more than the head between her willing lips, and it was inconceivable that she could ever accept its full length up into her straining rectum. No way! She hoped he, would be content to go no deeper, that he would cum quickly if she moved in sensuous rhythm.
Now Bev and Marylou released their tight holds on her and her body was free. She shifted her weight on knees and elbows and the motion sent the waterbed into a series of surges, each of which was transmitted through her body, and each sent her skewered buttocks into a churning movement which allowed Hubba to drive still deeper into her. She knew she had been stretched so that the head and half the length of the massive shaft was embedded in her back passage. The pain had diminished to a throbbing soreness which was almost overcome by the strangely building feeling of desire which seemed to radiate from her straining, wide-spread buttocks.
"Ooh ... ooh ... ooh," she panted as, very slowly, the boy began to fuck in and out of her. She looked around and in the big mirror by the bed saw his lust-engorged penis sliding in and out between her widespread ass-cheeks, drawing the fleshy pink folds out with it on the backstroke. It hurt, but at the same time felt good, and she drew a deep breath and then ground back and humped hard at him on his next stroke and gasped; "Easy , easy ... please!"
Freddy discovered that by merely dropping her weight on her elbows and forearms she could create a wave which would surge to the far end of the bed and then rush back to thrust her buttocks up to the lewdly invading penis. The water had the implacable rhythm of the ocean's tides. Hubba had only to remain poised and the bed itself would fuck her onto his rigid spear.
To Freddy it felt as though her rectal passage, hot and wet now and grasping its prisoner with muscles the young blonde didn't know she had, was being stretched to the bursting point. Yet she had to absorb more of it, the entire length of the massive, surging phallus.
"Fuck in!" she cried out, urgently swaying her buttocks from side to side. Get it In me!"
She felt his hands capture her hips tightly again, and the way his hard muscles tensed as he readied himself. The wave swept under her: again and she rode with it, spreading, offering herself up to his unbelievable hardness. She cried out sharply as it plunged deep inside her, seemingly to the depths of her naked belly, so hard that the heavy mass of his testicles smacked and flattened against her cock-split buttocks. Her sphincter clamped a tight ring on its prize and she arched back at him.
"Now you feel so good!" she gasped. "Fuck ... fuck!"
Hubba needed no encouragement. The two of them moved together, carried to unbelievable rhythms by the reaction of the waterbed beneath them. The others had moved off it and knelt on the floor alongside, silently watching the urgent, writhing sodomizing of Freddy. She moaned as successive waves of deep pleasure coursed through her undulating body.
Hubba fucked deeply into her helpless anus with a skill Freddy realized must have been acquired with many similar couplings to women around the marina. It was so different than having a cock in her pussy. Not at all the same, yet wildly pleasing to her inexperienced flesh. In and out, hard, twisting, rooting, the massive cock drove, each time rubbing new nerves, tantalizing her. She felt loose and easy now, and each time be drew far back, so that only the battering knob remained in her lubricious rectum, Freddy rotated her buttocks sensually, awaiting the next incredible rushing of the throbbing missile into the depths of her ravaged rectum. By some miracle the pain. was completely gone, replaced by frantic pleasure in her secret flesh. She could feel the beginnings of an orgasm and was glad she had sucked Hubba off earlier, because he'd been so ready then that if she hadn't relieved him, he never could have penetrated her to his fullest without cumming.
In the mirror, she watched fascinated as he drilled in and out of her. It seemed incredible that she was taking so much back there, and even more so that it would be so wildly enjoyable.
"Ooh, what a way to fuck!" she cried out as the tide of orgasm built rapidly within her. It seemed every nerve-end in her body was rubbed raw. "Ooh ... my ass!"
"Feels too good to believe, huh?" he panted, stroking particularly hard into her. "Let yourself cum, baby!"
"Oooooohhhh!" she moaned. "It's here. Now! I'm cumming now!"
A wildness, almost delirium, gripped her. She clamped her sphincter tight, raising the sensation level in her tormented rectum even higher as the violent wave of release swept through her. She felt her cunt gush warm wet moisture, and then Hubba was hammering hard against .her supersensitive rectum and plunging, holding her hips still as the rhythm of his fucking turned to a series of shorter, faster thrustings. She felt his cum spurting and flooding hotly into her rectal orifice and her muscles milked his spewing staff until he slumped over her and his weight carried both of them to the surface of the heaving waterbed. She lay there, luxuriating in the quiet feel of him deep inside her back there. Although he wasn't moving, the restless bed made it seem like she was still being fucked. The tight, rubbery ring of her anus refused to release his cock until it was soft and short. She drew a deep breath and sighed heavily as his weight lifted from her. Her open mouth was dry. Somebody handed her a glass. It was more Pernod, icy-cold and refreshing,
"How do you feel, Freddy?" Bev asked in a low voice.
"Tender. But terrific," Freddy sighed.
John Nash gave her a lighted cigarette. She raised on her elbows and puffed it. She clenched the smooth muscles of her buttocks, recalling everything, and felt new heat flow through her body. Nash took the cigarette when it was half smoked.
"I've got to fuck you too," he said. He got on the waterbed and was kneeling between her still-spread legs before she could move. The head of his cock worked between the cheeks of her buttocks, found its tender mark. "Raise up a little, baby."
"Ooh ... no ... I couldn't yet," she protested.
But even as she spoke her body was betraying her, rising, opening to the new rigidly-erect phallus. The sweating half-spheres of her buttocks parted and she wriggled urgently backwards as the long penis slid relentlessly up into her, this time easily, reaming to the heart of her rectum in one stroke. She moaned and began to fuck.
Chapter Six
When Freddy awoke, it was almost noon of the following day. Scrambled recollections drifted through her mind as she drank a cup of strong black coffee and smoked her first cigarette. The continuity of her memory disintegrated after the point where John Nash sodomized her. That part was starkly clear. The muscles of her buttocks, and her anus itself, twinged with pain when she walked or sat. More soreness than pain, she decided, but not unbearable and well worth it, if the pleasure she'd discovered while being fucked back there were reality and not a figment of her imagination. As she recalled, she had become more of a spectator than participant after that. She recalled Bev and Marylou making lesbian love in a variety of ways, and that at one point Bev had strapped on a huge dildo and screwed the teenager wildly with it. Now Freddy wondered why Marylou would take a dildo and not a real penis. For lack of a better answer she guessed. that the fact that a man was on end of one and a woman on the end of the other which must make the difference. If this was the case, then it was the male creature, rather than the particular piece of equipment, which turned Marylou off. She thought she remembered seeing Trish sucking Nash while Hubba fucked her, but wasn't sure. She could be flashing back on what she'd seen in the movie.
Whatever had taken place, they had all gone and left her alone. The galley was stacked with dirty plates and frying pans, and , she vaguely remembered eating - breakfast as dawn was breaking. Freddy couldn't abide a dirty galley, so she spent nearly an hour squaring it away.
She made fresh coffee and drank two cups black, wondering why she didn't have a hangover. Whatever else the Pernod might do to her, it didn't leave her head hurting, and for that she would be thankful. Smoking another cigarette, she mentally examined herself and found it almost impossible to believe the changes which had taken place in her in just a few days.
From strait faced and frustrated young housewife to fell a trace, bi-sexual and partner in sodomy. Moving from one to the next with only a token show of resistance and no honest regret, even a yearning for experiencing new and undreamed-of pleasures. She wondered how Paul would take the fact of her new sexuality. She was sure that she would never be able to conceal it from her husband, nor did she want to. Now that she had sampled the passions which had lain so long dormant in her young body, she intended to enjoy them to the fullest. The only problem would be how to introduce Paul to this sudden change. She suspected it would, at least figuratively, knock him flat on his cuckolded.
That thought caused her to smile, and also wonder what the situation with her husband and Eldon Maxey was. She had half expected them to call the previous night, but it was possible the university hearing in Sacramento had run late. Either that, or more likely, the two of them had picked up a couple of the readily-available girls who were so numerous in the state capitol and shacked up.
Freddy put such heavy thoughts from her mind and stretched luxuriously. She dressed in shorts and a light sweater and headed for Bev's houseboat to compare notes and fabricate a story. She got no answer to her hail from the slip but went aboard anyway. She found Bev and Marylou naked and asleep in each other's arm in the bedroom. They came awake slowly when she called their names.
"Hi," Bev mumbled, yawning and stretching, catlike and sleek and then gazing with remembered pleasure at the fresh young body of the girl beside her. "See if there's coffee, huh?"
"Hi, Freddy," Marylou muttered rubbing sleep from her eyes. "How's your fanny feel?"
"It tingles," Freddy admitted. She went to the galley, found a nearly-full electric percolator of coffee ready, poured two cups and espied them to the bedroom. She lit a smoke as the others sipped and grimaced. "A far out night, that one."
"Aah, yes," Bev muttered, not quite meeting Freddy's eyes. "You mad? You have a big stick hidden outside the door?"
"What for?" Freddy asked, not comprehending.
"About what the guys did to you, I mean," Bev replied.
"It was a surprise, but it wasn't exactly rape," Freddy admitted.
"Well, that's all right then," Bev said.
"It's not all right," Marylou injected. "Now you tell her. You promised. If you don't, I'll split."
"Damn dumb kid," Bev grumbled. She looked straight at Freddy. "It happened because Trish and I set up the deal. We were hacked at you. It was mean and contemptible and I'm sorry."
"I still don't understand."
"Trish was furious because the darling girl here got hungry the minute she saw you and dragged you off and seduced you. And I was bitter because I wanted the little dum-dum so much and she was making it with you for love and I'd have to pay a hell of a price to taste her," Bev said, her voice tight. "The idiot fell in love with you."
"Oh, no," Freddy mumbled.
"I made up for it, didn't I?" Marylou breathed heavily, bending to kiss Bev's jiggling breasts. "Wasn't I good for you?"
"Mmm-m-m-m ... yes," Bev sighed. "I can't stay mad at you, darling girl" She pursed her lips and continued to Freddy. "Well, Trish and I decided you should pay. We suggested to the guys that you should be fucked in the ass, and we loaded your drinks. I feel like a shit about it."
"So you were bitches," Freddy said. "I forgive you."
"I thought you might," Bev said, grinning now. "You seemed to be enjoying it."
"It took some getting use to, but after that ..." Freddy's words trailed off and she became thoughtful. "The only thing is I don't know how to deal with Paul when he gets back. He could freak over this, if he hears the whole story." A sudden frightening thought came to her. "Nash didn't have a camera, did he?"
"He had one, but don't worry about it," Bev assured him. "Hubba seems to like you a lot. He threatened to stick it up John's ass if he didn't destroy the film."
"Thank God for that," Freddy said.
"Everything's cool," Marylou told her. "Hey I've got to scram out of here. Split for the city."
"I wish you'd stay," Bev told her, reaching out to slide her hands over the deliciously-proportioned figure. "No chance?"
"I wish I could. You're fun. But Trish had a date for me. Tell you what. I'll try to phone you in the next couple of days. Maybe we can get together. Just us. Irish will beat me black and blue if she suspects, but to hell with her."
"To hell with her," Bev echoed as the girl quickly pulled on her few items of clothing.
"Kiss, kiss."
Marylou bent to her for a lingering meeting of their mouths. When she was gone, Bev scowled and went into the shower. The water ran hard for several minutes and then she returned, dripping, rubbing her strong body with a shaggy towel.
"Imagine it! Me! Actually paying for a night with that one! I must be out of my head." She toweled herself briskly, bringing a rosy tint to her tanned flesh. "And I'll tell you something if El doesn't get his cock back here fast, I'm going to forget about the damn thing. Freddy, I've been with girls and girls and more girls and it was just pleasant fun. But that one - I almost don't care if! never fuck again! I swear it!"
"She comes on very strong," Freddy admitted.
"Incredible. Come on, I need a drink to get my head back together. We'll plot hot plots to keep our horny husbands off balance."
"You've got nothing to worry about."
"Like hell! If El ever finds out I paid fifty bucks for the darling girl, he'd beat my ass bloody. That would be a real threat to him Knowing I wanted a chick enough to pay. And one who was so hot for you she almost raped you, at that."
"Well, we'll think of something."
Freddy spoke the words reassuringly, but secretly she was pleased that Bev was apparently really worried about the situation. Although she had to admit to herself that she had enjoyed all the things which Bev had led her into, she deeply resented the fact that she had been maneuvered around like a toy, manipulated like a puppet for Bev's enjoyment and amusement. She thought that if an opportunity presented itself, she would even the score. But she considered that possibility unlikely - Bev was a very sharp, cool person, and having lived with Maxey for some years, she'd probably run into every trick in the book. It would, of course, be simple to contrive a way to, apparently by accident, let It slip to El Maxey that Bev was so hot for Marylou that she paid for her services. But that would be the cheapest of shots, an- action which Freddy. considered beneath her.
"You don't think Trish or Nash would say anything, do you?" she asked Bev.
"Never! After all, it's business with Irish. She probably thinks she's got a steady client for Marylou now, and she's not going to blow that," Be, said with assurance. "And if Nash got stupid and said anything, Irish would hand him his head. He'd be out hunting for a new star for his blue movies."
"Hubba?" Freddy suggested.
"No way. That young stud is cool. He's just smart enough to know he's got a good job and a steady supply of pussy, and he's not going to take a chance on losing either by shooting his mouth off," Bev replied with assurance. "No, honey, I think I'm my own biggest threat in this. If I get zonked on booze, or get mad at Maxey and want to really put him down, I might just throw it in his face and blow everything that way. Best I keep my big mouth shut."
"I suppose. I wonder how our husbands are making out. With the Regents, I mean," Freddy said. "There should be something in the papers about the hearings. Think we should go buy one?"
"That's yesterday's news," Bev said. "Wait for the telecasts this evening. Or we may hear from them by then."
"I wonder ... I wonder," Freddy said in a low voice after several minutes, "how it will be when Paul takes me to bed. I mean, all the things I've done that he doesn't even dream about. Bev, I'm afraid he's going to know, just looking at me. Touching me."
"Don't fret. You're a woman, and women are naturally deceitful." She chuckled. "And remember this - you haven't had any straight fucking. Your pussy should be hot and ready."
Maybe not, Bev thought. But after that eyeful Paul got of you and El, he's going to get a blow job from you or know why not! Sweet, fresh, not-too-bright baby. If I could get my mind off Marylou, I'd have you in bed right now ...
It turned into one of those afternoons which lasts forever, the tension built in Freddy, and no amount of small talk with Bev helped. She didn't want to pass the time by drinking - it would be important to have her wits about her when Paul returned. She hoped he and El would be back that night, not because she wanted him so much, but to simply get it over with. Finally she took two Librium capsules, but the tranquilizer seemed to have little effect on her.
* * *
The men returned shortly after the sun went down and darkness was closing in on the marina. The angry snarl of El Maxey's sports roadster reached them across the darkening basin. The two women exchanged glances of anticipation.
"I don't know if we did any good or not," Maxey said as he dropped into a deep chair and took a long pull on the drink his wife brought. "I don't want to even talk about it."
"It was that bad?" Bev said.
"We tried to keep it short and sweet. The Regents were in no mood for fancy talk," he replied. "Fortunately, the department budget requests had all been justified earlier, and we didn't have to defend them. The bitching part was that all they can see is a bunch of Goddam radicals raising hell, revolting, throwing rocks and setting fires and fighting cops, and they want to know why they should spend the tax dollars to support that kind of action. Which, I admit, As a hell of a good question."
"Predictably, a lot of our journalism majors are among the ringleaders," Paul contributed glumly. "They think they have a duty to communicate the rebel's viewpoint, and that, I think, is going to accomplish nothing except to make the Regents decide to sever all university connections with the campus daily paper."
"We made the only pitch we could - that the dissidents amount to only about five percent of the student body. That it isn't right to penalize the majority, who are trying to get an education, for the acts of the minority. Of course, the same line was taken by everyone who testified."
"Well, what do you think?" Bev asked.
"I think the best thing is for some new world or national crisis to come along and take people's attention away," Maxey said. "The trouble with trouble is that it never happens when you need it." He sighed. "You gals get along all right?"
"We were respectable housewives," Bev told them, chuckling. "Stayed sober and got so bored we went to a movie."
"A movie?" Paul said. "You're kidding. Neither of you has seen a movie in a year."
"This was a John Nash spectacular," Bev told him coolly. "We went across the bay and watched Irish get fucked six ways from Sunday."
"I don't believe it!" Paul said.
"Oh, we did," Freddy said boldly. "Later we got arrested for polluting the bay by throwing up in it."
"I don't know whether to believe you or not," Paul told her. "I think you might just have done it." He studied the sensuous curve of her lips and promised himself that tonight, he would find out what it was like to have his cock between them. He hoped Bev hadn't slipped and let Freddy find out that he had watched her fellate Maxey. That was something he planned to lay on her, and hard, if she tried to play the virgin mouth game with him. "El and I were pure."
"You didn't get laid?" Bev said in a doubting tone.
"So help us, we didn't," Maxey answered. We were so damn busy trying to figure out how we'd put our case that we didn't even manage to kill the pint we bought."
"Freddy, I think we're going to have a busy night relaxing our mates," Bev said, grinning.
Freddy wondered if the Maxeys would arrange things so they could stay overnight, but after a pickup supper, they departed, leaving her alone with Paul. She half wished they had stayed. She suspected the night wouldn't be the easiest she'd ever had. She nibbled her lip almost raw as she wondered if El had let Paul know she'd gone down on him. Paul wasn't doing anything which suggested this had happened. He sat for a long time with a tall drink, then stripped and ran the bathtub full of very hot water. He lowered himself into it and soaked the tension from his body. When Freddy asked if he wanted her to come in and wash his back and massage him, he declined, saying he only wanted to unwind and that he would come to bed when he felt relaxed.
"Then you can do your thing," he said.
She undressed and got into bed, leaving a soft overhead light on. She lay on top of the spread, drowsily watching her reflection in the mirrored walls. She thought of her husband in the slowly-cooling tub and felt arousal spreading through her body. She wanted to fuck, wanted him to fill her pussy with his long, hard cock, squeeze her breasts and bite her feverish flesh. And she wanted his tongue down there, and his hot, swollen shaft in her mouth and tried to think of how she could have all these things without making him too suddenly, too shockingly aware of what had happened with her.
He came to the bed naked, his skin flushed from long immersion in hot water. His penis was shriveled, hardly more than a button of flesh. She turned on her side and opened her arms to him. Paul slid down onto the mattress beside his wife and kissed her mouth, then her breasts, and she trembled at the touch of his tongue and teeth, and reached down between his legs.
"What happened?" she teased. "Is this all you've got for me?"
"If you want it, you're going to have to work for it," he said, grinning. "I'm limp as a noodle all over."
She knew how to fix that. All she had to do was slide down in the bed and let her mouth play, but that she couldn't do. Not after all the times she had refused. She would have to proceed in a way which would make Paul believe he had finally broken down her resistance. So she raised up on an elbow, so that the hot nipples of her breasts were brushing his upper thigh and her hair fanning over his parted legs, and began to slowly tease his flesh with her fingertips. She drew his foreskin back and forth over the pink head of his cock and scratched the sensitive inches of flesh between his testicles lightly with her nails. His body trembled at her touch and he sighed with contentment. Gradually she felt his penis growing in her hand. She felt it twitch, saw the knob begin to darken as it filled with blood. But he was still far from erect. She squeezed and stroked lazily, let her head rest on his leg a few inches from his loins, watching him grow larger by the minute.
"Umm-m-m-m ..." he murmured. "I like the way you use your hand, honey."
"I like using it on you."
"The other night, did you pump El all the way?"
"Yes," she lied. "I was sure you'd asked him."
"No. I thought maybe he'd fucked you."
"He didn't. He said this was different."
"Would you have fucked?"
"I suppose so. After all, you'd had your jollies with Bev."
"Didn't he leave you hung up?"
"He's got hands too," she said, with what she hoped was a lewd and suggestive chuckle. She squeezed his now-turgid rod, watching the purplish-red knob bulge. She wanted to clamp her mouth tightly around the glistening ridge,. but restrained herself. "I got off that way."
"You want to make me cum with your hand?"
"I -, if you want that," she agreed in a soft voice. "I thought that was for kids. That you'd want to fuck."
"What I want is for you to suck me, Freddy."
Well, this is it, she thought. I've got to deal with it now!
"Oh, Paul ... you know how many times we've been over that."
"Take it in your mouth, Freddy."
His eyes were hard, steady, almost frightening. She felt the heat rise in her body. The hugeness of his penis felt like burning steel in her clasping fingers. Oh, how she wanted to obey. But she mustn't seem too eager. She looked into his eyes for a long moment, nervously wet her full, sensual lips. She slowly nodded as she brushed back the sun-blonde mass of her hair.
Freddy shifted and raised her body until her head was poised over the tremendous phallus.
She held it at the base and drew the taut foreskin fully back, bending over it and touching her wet lips to the heated softness of the tip. She opened her jaw wide and took it all up into her mouth, hearing him sigh as softly she pursed her lips around the ridge, not sucking yet. Then she let her tongue come in contact with the velvety tip, began to move it slowly in a maddening swirl. He stirred under her caress and she sent her mouth consumingly down the entire throbbing length of him and her hand shifted to the hot, heavy sac of his testicles. She squeezed gentry and worked her head around,. lips glued to the rigid rod of male flesh while her tongue teased along the underside. She began to run her mouth up and down him, starting to lose control of herself now, panting through flaring nostrils and beginning to moan deep in her throat. Her eyes closed as she let herself go. When she opened them at last, Freddy could see her husband lying back, a dreamlike expression on his face. She devoured him with avid lips until she felt him getting bigger, the head of his staff ballooning in her mouth, and then she eased off. She didn't want him to cum too quickly, not until the obscene presence in her mouth had stimulated her body to orgasm.
Paul lay almost motionless beneath her on the bed until she began to suck him hard again. Then, suddenly, it started deep in her belly, the surging, the desperate spasming in her loins. Her entire body trembled as the orgasm swept through her, and she felt her pussy flower open and spill sticky hot cum through the soft hairs around its mouth. She jerked her pelvis as his fingers slid between her legs and into the warmly streaming flesh of her pussy. She moaned and gasped around the stiffness in her mouth and her head began to bob wildly up and down its lust-engorged length.
Paul was writhing under her oral caresses now, beginning to lose control. Drops of glistening preseminal fluid were coming from the small slit in the tip of his cock, flavoring her slaving mouth. His fingers burrowed urgently into the soft wet folds of her cunt and pressed her clitoris hard.
"I'm cumming ... I'm cumming!" he moaned. "Freddy - Freddy, I'm going to cum in your mouth. Suck ... oh, suck, honey! Here it is! Now! Suck me and swallow it all baby!"
The first hot torrent of his semen spurted into her mouth, gushing over her tonsils and pouring down her throat. She drew hard on the erupting mass of him, driving her head far down his cock and sucking wildly, gulping and moaning as her eager mouth was filled to overflowing and drops of his spending semen oozed from the distended lips. She squeezed his balls hard, trying to get the, last drop from them as his hands caught her head and his fingers tangled in her tousled blonde hair and he fucked into her oral wetness with his cock. She drew on it wantonly, held it prisoner in her lips until he was completely drained. Then she surrendered it, but began to lave it with her tongue, getting every possible bit of him and his musk.
From the way he lay limp under her, she knew he was totally exhausted, sated. She doubted that even Bev, practiced felt a trace that she was, had been more skillful, more all-consuming. She moved up beside him and snuggled close, savoring the taste of his thick cum in her mouth.
"See what you've been missing all this time," he whispered as he stirred enough to light cigarettes and put one between her wet lips. "I told you you'd like it if you tried it."
"Try it, you'll like it," she said, chuckling. "Really, you should have made me do it before."
"I damn near did several times," he confided. "But your head was so bitched up I thought you might freak out. I figured sooner or later you'd be ready."
"I guess I was. Once I started, I went wild."
"You're telling me," he said, patting her hip. "Know what? When I get my strength back, I'm going to eat you. And then I'm going to fuck you."
"All right. I'm in a fucking mood, lover."
She decided, as she lay easily in the curve of his arm, that she had carried it off okay. He hadn't suspected that he wasn't the first. His ego was strong enough so he was convinced that she just couldn't help turning on wildly once he got past the portal of her lips. She hoped he'd keep believing that.
She cooperated when, rejuvenated, he knelt between her legs and licked her oozing cunt. It felt pleasant, but didn't really turn her on. She had to agree with Bev that Paul didn't have much talent for going down, that he was a wallflower. She was glad when he'd had enough of her that way and mounted her and put his hot spear of flesh deep in her pussy and drove it home so hard she felt the head smack against the mouth of her womb. That felt much better than his tongue had. She cried out and heaved her mound up to him and wrapped her arms tightly around his slender, hard-muscled back as he fucked her violently. He was filling her cunt, stretching it, doing wild things inside her eager body, making her cum and cum and cum until even her cries of completion were weak and the lips of her grasping pussy felt swollen and inflamed from the battering they'd taken.
Later she lay, satisfied and spent, in his arms. Drowsily she wondered if El Maxey had fucked Bev so thoroughly, and how Bev had taken it. Did she turn on or was it a mechanical coupling, something endured while she could think of nothing except the delights of having her face buried between the young, limber thighs of Marylou, and her tongue delving deep into that sweet young cunt. She decided that if Rev was as hooked on the girl as she appeared to be, she might have a problem when El became fully aware of the situation. He was the sort who would always have to be number one with his wife, no matter how leniently he looked upon her casual sex life.
She figured El Maxey as being confident he would never lose Bev to another man.
To have a woman take her away would be the ultimate, destructive blow to his image of himself.
If that threatened, he might be severe with Bev.
Freddy Downs reached across her drowsing husband and lit another cigarette. She blew a cloud of smoke and began to think she might just even the score with Bev for the little ass-fucking party Bev had arranged.
Chapter Seven
Through the following week, Freddy thought of and discarded several plans for getting even with Bev Maxey before concluding she would never come up with anything perfect. As the memories of that night dimmed, she was in fact no longer furiously angry with Bev but began to consider her plotting for revenge as an intellectual exercise. She decided that the only approach which had a fair chance of success was to maneuver Bev into a position where she screwed herself up. She sensed that Bev suspected some plan for revenge might be afoot, so Freddy played it as cool as she could. During this time the sexual desires of Eldon Maxey and Paul seemed to abate. The two men were preoccupied with what was happening in Sacramento and the effect it would have when the university's fall semester classes opened in a few weeks. Until they knew what funds would be available, it was impossible to plan the necessary details of their teaching programs. The Regents, buffeted by pressure from both politicians and public, were slow in making their decisions.
Now that she was willing to use her mouth on him, Paul seemed preoccupied with it and showed little interest in straight fucking. For this Freddy had to turn to El Maxey when the four of them got together on the waterbed, and, surreptitiously, to Hubba at times when Paul was safely elsewhere. When Bev made lesbian advances, Freddy put her off. At the same time, by repeated casual references, she kept the thought of Marylou strong in Bev's mind. Predictably, Bev became edgy and short-tempered. When, after two weeks, Eldon and Paul had to make a second trip to Sacramento - for further hearings, she put the first part of her flimsily-formulated plan in motion.
She had Marylou's phone number in San Francisco. The teenager seemed to almost crawl through the wires when she heard Freddy's voice.
"You'll come and see me? You really will?" she pleaded.
"Yes. But I don't want any trouble. I'll arrange it with Trish," Freddy said.
"You don't have to!" the other protested. "I won't let you pay. her!"
"I want to. Ill tell you why sometime."
When she sought Trish out, the latter seemed somewhat surprised and said, "I thought Marylou would be sneaking around to see you on the sly. You know she would."
"Let's just say I don't want any problems. I dig that kid. Paul wouldn't like it. He'd turn on if he could watch me make it with a girl - but if he knew I was seeing one alone, well ..."
"You're damn cool, Freddy. More than I thought," Irish told her. "Paul Will never know."
Freddy paid the money and kept the date, staying overnight in Marylou's studio. The young girl introduced her to techniques of lesbian lovemaking she hadn't dreamed of, and there were times when Freddy herself became the aggressor, turning on as Marylou's satin-smooth thighs clamped tightly to her face and the young girl's lubricious cunt sent down its nectar to her seeking tongue of Marylou's soft, fevered lips sought out every inch of her tingling flesh. Only the knowledge that she was paying for it - even though she didn't have to -, kept Freddy from losing herself completely.
"Rev would give anything to be where I am," she told Marylou.
"All it takes is money," Marylou said in a cool tone. "Oh, I dig it with her. But not like this."
"Could you sleep with her and make her think she was getting it for nothing?" Freddy asked.
"I don't get it."
"Suppose it was all fixed up. With Irish and everything. Only you make her think you're doing it on the sly because she turns you on," Freddy said.
"Oh wow! You've got something in your head. I'm kind of afraid to ask what it is." She lit a cigarette and grinned. "I can do it. I'd get sort of a kick out of putting her on."
"I'll see what I can do."
* * *
"This is the kinkiest thing I ever heard of," Trish said when Freddy approached her. "You're going to pay Bev's fare. But Bev isn't supposed to know. But if anything ever comes up, I'm supposed to say that it was Bev who paid? Uh-uh. Whatever you have in mind is bad news, Freddy. I don't need bad news."
"There won't be any trouble, honest," Freddy said. "Okay, so I'm still a little sore at Bev setting me up for an ass reaming. I'd like to take her down a peg or two, but without hurting anyone."
"I had a hand in that party," Irish said coldly. "Maybe you have plans for me too."
"Trish, with you it was just business. That I can understand. She did it for kicks."
"Believe one thing, Freddy. If you cross me, it'll be your ass. I mean it!"
"I believe you. Look, with all the girls you have working, how many times do you deal with the client face-to-face?"
"Not very often," Irish admitted. "I get a call for a date with a particular girl. The girl usually collects and gives me my cut. Some johns run a tab directly with me."
"That gives you an out. Just because you're told that a fee comes from a certain party, it doesn't necessarily have to be, does it?"
"I guess not. I'll go along with you. But remember what I said about being tricky with me."
"Don't worry," Freddy said.
* * *
Freddy's next move was to confide to Bev that she had been seeing Marylou. The admission came when they were having late-afternoon martinis together, and Freddy made it sound like something which slipped out unintended. Silently she laughed at the flash of anger which showed momentarily in Bev's eyes.
"Does Irish know?"
"Of course not," Freddy said casually. "I haven't interfered with the girl's regular dates."
She let the comment lie, but Bev couldn't drop it. As they continued to drink, she pressed Freddy for details of the meetings. Freddy not only described them with some embellishments, but in time aroused Bev to the point where they went to the waterbed and Freddy skillfully performed all the techniques of girl-love which Marylou had taught her. As Freddy had expected and hoped, instead of being satisfied, Bev became sullen and bitter even as her sleek body was trembling in the afterglow of their embrace.
"Freddy, I'm going to be a bitch," she said, her voice thick with emotion. "I've got to have that girl. Any way. And I don't mean to pay for it. You fix it up the way you fixed yourself up."
"I can't do that!" Freddy protested. "I can't help it if I turn her on."
"Well, if she's so hot for you, she'll see it my way. If she won't date me, two things will happen. I'll tell Paul what you've turned into. He'll probably beat you black and blue and kick you out. Trish will make Marylou wish she never got born, and you too. Now honey, you talk to your girl friend and come up with something!"
"Oh God ..." Freddy muttered, burying her face in the pillow so she wouldn't betray herself with the laughter which was churning inside her. "Yes, Bev. I'll find a way. It may take a few days. I'll get Marylou to call you."
From that point on, it was almost simple. She made an adequate financial arrangement with Trish and revised her earlier plan which had involved simply having the two women get together in a suitable place, contrive to have the meeting come to El Maxey's attention and then lead him to believe that it was taking place simply because Bev was paying a high price for her loving.
Freddy decided now that it would be much more effective if it happened during a group sex session on the houseboat where Bev could be ridiculed because she had to buy the young girl's favors, which would be a total put-down in the eyes of her swinging friends. By way of stage setting, she arranged one date between the two first. It took place in Marylou's apartment, and, from the report Bev brought back, she guessed Marylou had some talent as an actress.
"She might have been forced into it at first, but she's one happy kid now," Bev said triumphantly when she returned early the following day. "I taught her to really love. She kept me awake all night, worked me over like never before."
Irish went into convulsions of laughter when she heard this from Freddy and said, "I thought Bev had more smarts. She's like a high school boy who thinks he's taught a whore about fucking."
For several days Freddy was stumped for a reason to stage her party. The university regents solved the problem by agreeing to the type of budget cuts which would look good to the outraged taxpayers without seriously curtailing the operations of Maxey's department. This word, carried on the six p.m. newscast, was enough to start an immediate run on the bar. It remained only for Freddy to suggest that a far-out celebration would be in order for Maxey and Paul to put the machinery into motion. In less than two hours, the houseboat was rocking with the blast of the stereo speakers. In addition to the two couples, Irish Marion and John Nash and Marylou and Hubba had arrived. Highballs were being made as fast as the refrigerator would provide ice and casual sex play was beginning. It speeded up after Maxey brought several bottles of Pernod from his houseboat and the green narcotic liquor began to flow.
John Nash rubbed close against Freddy and slipped his long fingers under the scanty bikini panties she wore under her microdress, delving into the smooth cleavage of her buttocks.
"This is fine ass," he said. "I dig it."
"Don't dig too deep," she cautioned him. "My husband is here this time."
"He's not exactly square," Nash whispered, grinning. "You didn't tell him about doing it that way?"
"Of course not stupid!" she hissed. "And you better not either."
"Wait until he fucks himself out. Then we'll go over to Maxey's boat. You know you dug it."
"Maybe ..."
"You're the most delicious thing I've ever seen," Paul was telling Marylou as his hands roamed over her young body. He didn't sense her rejection of his touch. "I'm going to fuck you first."
"What if I don't like to fuck?" she asked sweetly.
"Everybody likes to fuck." He laughed and pulled his zipper down, yanked his already-hard penis out and put her hand on it. "See. That's all for you, honey. Get down and take a good look!"
His hand went to her bare shoulder, forcing the teenage girl to her knees in front of him as the others turned to watch. He caught a fistful of her hair and yanked her head close to his ready organ. Marylou seemed to recoil from it, then hesitantly took the length of it in her left hand and drew the foreskin back over the swollen cap. She wet her lips with the tip of her tongue and leaned forward. As it seemed her lips were about to encompass it, her other hand came up, thumb and middle finger forming a circle. She flicked the tip of her finger hard against the underside of his cock finding a vulnerable nerve. Paul let out a sharp cry of surprise and swore as his erection vanished. Marylou pulled free of him and sprang to her feet, laughing as she nimbly eluded his lunge.
"It'll come back, stud," she said. "There's plenty of time."
Paul might have kept after her, but the others were laughing at him, and he satisfied himself with cursing and reaching for another drink.
Freddy felt the tension building inside her. From time to time she caught Trish glancing her way knowingly, as if challenging her to bring off her wild plan for making a fool of Bev. It was with some relief that she heard El Maxey finally suggest that they all take their clothes off. She made sure that Paul had dropped his pants and stepped out of them before she drew her dress over her head and kicked her panties away. Then she relaxed as they all shed their clothes. She watched Marylou ease closer to her, as if for protection, and warned the girl with her eyes. Marylou attached herself to Bev. It was Irish who got the action really going when she drifted over to Paul, who was sprawled sullenly on a sofa, his penis limp.
"Hey - what happened to that fine piece of gear?" she asked.
"I'd like to throw that little bitch, whoever she is, in the damn harbor," he muttered. "That hurt!"
"I'll make it feel good again." Irish dropped to her knees beside him, taking his softened penis in her hand. She stroked it, peeling the foreskin back. She tossed her mass of dark red hair back and bent over his loins. She look his cock into her mouth and began to suck.
The others watched it grow long and thick between her wet lips, so big that only the blood-heavy head fit between them. Her cheeks hollowed with her sucking and her fingers toyed with his swelling balls. Then his hands came to her head and held it tight while he fucked deep into her mouth. Strings of cum escaped her lips as he cried out in completion. Irish continued to suck until he was soft again and then rose, wiping her glistening mouth. It had all been very casually done.
Freddy realized that the act she had witnessed had no great effect on her, except to arouse her slightly by its sexuality. The fact that it had been her husband's penis another woman was sucking was without any particular significance.
"I could use a little of the same treatment," Eldon Maxey said, moving close beside her and sliding a hand up to hold a breast. "Can't let Paul get ahead of me."
"If we do, you won't be able to fuck me," Freddy said coolly. "Do you realize since you taught me to go down, nobody's fucked me. Eating's groovy, but a girl likes to have a cock in her cunt once in a while."
"We could split the difference," Maxey said, grinning and rubbing the tip of his turgid rod of flesh against her belly as he pulled her close. "Start with a sixty-nine and then switch."
"All right," Freddy said after a moment. "Where?"
"Why not your regular bedroom. Leave the waterbed for any big party that might start."
Freddy drained her glass. No doubt about it, the Pernod was building a fire in her loins. She wanted a man to fill her cunt. She swayed her hips as they went into the bedroom and shut the door, and quickly pulled him down on the bed. Quickly they arranged themselves, lying on their sides, face to loins. She gently caressed his urgent flesh with her fingers as she felt his lips seek out the sensitive areas high inside her thighs and his hands moved through her pubic hair. His hot breath parted the softly curling hairs of her pussy slit, and then his tongue began to explore, burrowing into the throbbing outer lips of her cunt. She felt her juices begin to flow, and opened her legs wide for his head. His mouth dosed on her nether lips and she felt the wet length of his tongue explore her nether orifice. She trembled at the contact. His cock was huge and throbbing in her hand, the tip glistening lewdly with thick preseminal fluid. The dark, swollen head seemed to fill her entire field of vision as she guided it to her lips. They opened wide and clamped around the hot, velvety head and she gulped as she drew the iron-hard flesh deep into her ready mouth, hearing him sigh as the warm wet oral cavern engulfed him. His tongue speared deep into her cuntal passage, swirling, licking at her flowing juices. Her back arched and she began to thrust her throbbing pubic mound hard up against his mouth. His hands gripped the cheeks of her buttocks, parting them wide, and she felt a finger dip into her seething cunt momentarily, then slide up the crease of her ass and penetrate her anus. The sensation made her draw hungrily on the heated length of his penis and she moaned urgently, hearing the soft, obscene noises of their working mouths. Then his tongue was butter-flying around the interior of her pulsing cuntal slit, teasing her swollen clitoris and starting the eruption deep in her vitals. She wanted to pull her mouth away, scream to him that she was cumming, but he was fucking urgently between her lips. She grabbed his pummeling hips as she climaxed violently, then let her body relax as the succeeding waves of orgasm diminished. Finally she pulled her mouth free of the length of him.
"Now fuck me!" she cried out.
Maxey twisted around on the bed and climbed up between her widespread thighs. She raised her glistening cunt, took his saliva-slick penis and guided it in between the silk-soft curls of her pubic mound, gasping as he plunged deep into her welcoming flesh in a single stroke. Her legs clamped to his strong body, her heels locked across the small of his back. Her pussy clamped its prisoner tight as he began to fuck her. Realizing it really had been a long time since she'd been fucked, Freddy rose eagerly to his rhythm.
The heavy mass of his penis seemed to be made of spring steel as it surged within her demanding body. She began to pant wildly and churn her sweat-glistening buttocks hard down on the mattress as she threw her pulsing cunt up to the lewd battering machine. The cords stood out in her neck as she strained to match his fucking and drive him to wilder efforts.
"Oooh! This feels so good!" she gasped. "Fuck me, oh, fuck me!"
"I'm going to want it all night," she grunted.
Again there was the surging of orgasm building. She held him tight, her long fingernails digging into the rippling muscles of his back. Maxey grinned down at her, made his cock churn from side to side in the saddle of her legs as he rammed deeply into her grasping cunt.
"Oh, ooh, 000H! I'm cumming again ..." Freddy cried out. "Fuck, oh, fuck, FUCK ME HARD! I'm cumming - cummm-i-nnnnngggg!!!"
And again she felt the gushing of her cuntal juices pouring down the steaming passage of her vagina to ooze out around the surging rod of flesh. As from a distance, she heard her own wild cries of completion, and then her teeth sank in the heavy meat of his shoulder and she felt dizzy and weak at the moment when Maxey began to cum. The hot liquid spattered on the softly milking walls of her vagina, against the spasming mouth of her womb, as his entire body shook and trembled with the violence of his cumming. Her cunt lips clasped and opened rhythmically and her long legs held him fast until, long minutes later, his staff had diminished and she could barely feel it inside the lips of her satiated cunt. Then she released him.
"That thing of yours could wear a man out," he panted.
And she thought, you should try my ass sometime, stud. But she said nothing, only smiled lazily. He lit cigarettes for both of them and they lay back against the headboard of the bed, their perspiration-coated bodies touching lightly.
"I thought Bev was the greatest, but you've got a spring in your ass that won't quit," Maxey said when his breathing had returned to normal. "I hope Paul doesn't mind sharing."
"He's been getting all be could wherever he could for a long time. He practically threw us in bed together, didn't he?" she countered. She stroked his leg and toyed with his heavy balls. "I think it's just as good we made it together. I don't think you'll get a chance at Bev tonight."
"Oh?. How so?"
"She's got Marylou staked out. Better watch that, El. She's really turned on by that teeny-bopper."
"So she likes both sides of the street," he said with no concern. "She always has. No big deal."
"Whatever you say," Freddy replied, and let it drop. She had planted the thought, and that was all that she wanted. "Why don't we go out? Somebody will want to be using this bed."
She maneuvered him from the bedroom and back to the party. There was food now, a platter of cold cuts and crackers and dips of several kinds. Freddy felt pleasantly high. Fucking with Eldon Maxey had taken the nervous edge off, and for the moment she had no desire for for the sexual contact. But the taste of Pernod was heavy in her mouth. She went to the bar and uncapped a bottle of beer and drank deeply as Hubba came over. Without preamble, he slipped his right hand between her thighs and stroked her tender cunt.
"You're wet," he said, grinning. "And hot."
"Wet, yes. Hot, no. Not for awhile," she said, winking.
His hand moved around her, across the rich curve of her hip, over her clenching buttocks to the smooth crease between them. "I'm saving it," he said. "I want to put it here."
"Ummm ..." Freddy murmured. She remembered how it had felt, with his iron-hard penis buried deep in her anus. She trembled. "It'll have to be later. And alone. My husband doesn't know about that, and I don't want him to."
"I'll think of someplace," Hubba said. "I want it."
"Later - please!" she whispered back. When he nodded and grinned, she moved away, waited for her chance to get Marylou alone and asked her, "Are you handling Bev okay?"
"So far," the girl whispered back. "I'm stalling, telling her I don't want us to be interrupted." She moistened her lips and added, "I wish you didn't want to watch us."
"Don't let it get you uptight, baby," Freddy said, caressing the girl tenderly. "I'll see we have some time together later, just the two of us. You remember what to say."
"I've got it all rehearsed."
"Say it loud enough so we'll be able to hear from above."
"You'll be able to hear," the girl muttered.
Except for the nakedness, and the understanding that when two people felt in the mood to indulge themselves in some sex play, the party was more decorous than most Freddy could remember. Nobody was getting drunk or troublesome. Yet it had a lot of potential. Every time she met the eyes of Marylou or Hubba, she read the desire for her in them. From Bev's glances, she knew the woman was well aware that Marylou wanted Freddy rather than herself, and was seething because of it. And Hubba was restraining himself, even when Trish Marlon playfully hefted his half-erect penis and invited him to see what they could do about it. He obviously meant to save it for Freddy's tight young ass. And Paul and John Nash were just slowly drinking highballs and talking to each other, for God's sake!
Freddy waited a long, teasing time before finally giving Marylou the. nod. In a matter of minutes, the young blonde had Bev in tow and was leading her to the bedroom. The door closed firmly and its latch clicked.
"Hey - they want to be alone," Nash said, laughing.
"The way Bev's been looking at her, she's going to eat Marylou down to the bare bones," Trish put in. "That would be something to see."
"Well, why don't we?" Freddy suggested. "There's the skylight."
"To hell with them," Eldon Maxey muttered.
"Yeah? El, maybe that baby has something you don't," Paul told him, chuckling lewdly. "You might learn new tricks."
"She's got something I don't have," Maxey retorted. "It's called a cunt."
"I don't care about you," Freddy announced. "I'm going to peek."
She went up the circular stairway to the second deck. After a moment of hesitation, the others followed, moving silently on bare feet, cautioning each other to be quiet. They came out on the sundeck of the houseboat. Light showed through the glass rectangle of the overhead hatch. It had been cranked open several inches for ventilation. They could both see and hear what transpired in the bedroom below.
"Oh, wow!" Freddy whispered. "Look at that!"
Covering their mouths to avoid making a sound which would give them away, the voyeurs watched as Beverly Maxey frantically made love to Marylou. In minutes the young girl's body glistened wetly from her tongue and lips, and Bev was kneeling on the bed between the parted thighs, her dark head burrowing, mouth devouring the widespread cunt. Marylou was responding with sighs and gasps and writhings. From her pouting lips came whispered endearments as Bev's skilled oral lovemaking brought her to one wild climax after another. When Bev's initial frenzy abated, they changed places and Marylou expertly returned the caresses, driving the older woman wild. It continued for a long time, until even Bev's desire was quenched for the moment. Then they lay dose together, smoking cigarettes, and Marylou in a soft voice began the line of dialogue in which Freddy had coached her.
"It's so good with you," she said. "I feel rotten, taking money when you bring me so high and get me off."
"What's that?" Bev sat up suddenly, staring at her partner. "What're you talking about? What money?"
"Oh, Bev, I don't want to take it, really, but I need the hundred dollars. I told Trish to just keep her share, that I'd go with you for nothing, but she refused."
"This is insane!" Bev said, alarmed now. "If you think I'm paying for this, you little slut, you're crazy!"
"But I have the money. Trish gave it to me!" A convincing look of surprise appeared on the innocent child-face. "For this time and before."
"This is a lot of bullshit!" Bev leaped from the bed and cried, "Trish. Trish, Goddamnit!"
"Hey - I never thought Bev would have to buy it, El," Paul said, chuckling at Maxey from their vantage point high above. "How about that?"
"She never would," Maxey said, his face tightening in anger.
"Sorry about that, El," Trish injected. "She did. Three hundred dollars for four dates with the little girl."
"I don't believe it," Maxey whispered.
"It's true. Let's go down and ask her. She's yelling her head off for me."
The group scrambled down the staircase Marylou and Bev were in the center of the salon by then, warily eyeing each other. Bev whirled and faced Trish.
"What the hell's going on here?" she demanded. "This one says I'm paying her. That's a crock of shit!"
"You little fool," Trish accused Marylou. "You weren't supposed to ever mention it. She wanted to pretend to herself that you wanted her so much you'd go with her for nothing!"
"You're both out of your fucking minds!" Bev screamed, looking to the others for support, seeing only amusement in their faces. She jabbed her finger at Trish. "You cheap hustler - you tell me to my face that I ever gave you as much as a dime to put me with anyone! Tell me! Tell them!"
The violence of her words seemed to shake Trish, who wet her lips nervously and blurted, "Well, somebody did! Somebody called and made the arrangements and sent the money. I thought it was you, that you were trying to cover yourself because of your husband. Who else would it be?"
Bev, her bare breasts tossing with her ragged breathing, confronted them. Her dark eyes flashed with her fury, and locked on her husband without flinching. Freddy felt her knees begin to go weak. She tried to meet the accusing scare and couldn't.
"There she is! Freddy did it!" Bev almost screamed. "God knows why, but she did. Tell them, you bitch!"
She launched herself at the cowering girl, but
her husband and Paul caught her, restrained her charge. Her mouth contorted as she cursed Freddy. Freddy looked from Trish to Marylou and knew she was caught. Neither of them wanted to face Bev's fury. Freddy wanted to run but her limbs refused to function. She began to cry.
"It was just a joke," she whimpered. "It was supposed to be a joke. On you. And on El ... oh, damn ... stupid ..."
"It was more than a joke," .Bev retorted ominously. She turned on Trish. "Let's hear it. All of it."
"Why not?" Trish replied weakly. "Freddy didn't like the way you arranged her ass-fucking session. No matter how much she dug it, she didn't like the way it was done. She was madder at you than me. So she made the deal with me for Marylou. She hoped El would thrash your ass."
"What ass-fucking?" Paul said, confused.
"Oh, your kinky wife takes it in the ass," Bev accused. "And loves it. Hubba and Nash both did it to her when we all got together one night while you and El were in Sacramento. Ask her!"
"Paul -" Freddy blurted.
He paid no attention. He looked at the faces of Nash and Hubba. Their eyes slid away from him. He did not know what to believe.
"Look at Hubba," Bev said. "He's hard just thinking of it. I tell you Paul, you drag her in on that waterbed and throw her belly down and see how long it takes him to get in her ass. Oh, she'll yell like hell for a minute, but then she'll turn on and fuck like you'd never believe. Try her!"
Freddy turned to flee, but they were on her, all of them except Marylou and Paul, who was still too confused to absorb all that had been laid on him so unexpectedly. Despite her struggles, the frightened young blonde was pulled to the waterbed and forced down on it. Her legs were pulled apart and Bev knelt between them. She had a tube of jelly and was smearing it over her buttocks despite her struggles.
"Paul!" Freddy cried. "Help me! For God's sake, help me!"
"I think I'd rather find out," he replied grimly. "Hubba, fuck her in the ass!"
The muscular young man hesitated, standing over her, slowly peeling the foreskin up and down over the swollen head of his massive cock. Suddenly Bev took it in her hands and rubbed the jelly liberally over its length.
"Do it. That's what you ye been saving this thing for," she commanded.
The bed surged as Hubba knelt up between the widespread legs of Paul Down's wife. El Maxey was holding them wide at the ankles. John Nash, a wide grin on his face, gripped her flailing arms. She felt Hubba's fingers spread the trembling cheeks of her ass, and then his middle finger at the tightly-clenched anus. She gasped as it penetrated and began to delve and twist. In spite of herself, she writhed and swung her smooth, hard-muscled buttocks from side to side. His fingers spread them wide, and she felt the knob of his rigid cock where his finger had been. Abruptly he jabbed himself forward. She screamed at the shock of penetration, as the jelly-slick head spread her sphincter wide. She seemed to turn to mush inside, and she was biting her heavy lower lip against the pain. The bed heaved beneath her, forcing her up thrust buttocks backward against the obscene intruder and he sank deeper into her. She began to cry and tried to clench herself against the lewd rectal assault, but it was impossible. He was going into her and her body was betraying her, accepting, even inviting the rampant spear.
"Ooh ... oooh ... 000H!" she moaned in mingled pain and pleasure. She caught her husband's eyes looking deep into her and turned her face, submitting, enduring. "It's so big ... so hard ... 000H!"
The waterbed rocked violently as Hubba flexed his muscles and his weight moved the fluid. A wave carried her defenseless buttocks back upward and he rammed down, sinking this time to his extreme length, seeming to split her tortured asshole, and .the heavy weight of his balls smacked against the widespread cheeks of her buttocks. She cried out, and even as she did, she humped back in a wild, fucking reflex.
"God, you're so hot and tight," he moaned over her.
She wept as the huge hot penis began to work in and out of her, twisting and rooting deep in her belly. She could not prevent her body from responding, and quickly. She didn't know whether being watched by so many excited eyes heightened the eroticism or what, but she could not keep her body in check. She was being fucked brutally in the ass and she was cumming sooner than she had ever cum in her life!
"aaaagh! ... ooooh ... I feel it so much ... uugh ... cumming ... I'm cumming ... cummmmmm-i-nnnnn-gggg!!!" Freddy cried out, yielding, letting herself go, writhing wildly, offering her now lust-inflamed asshole to the hard-pumping rod of flesh. It felt like she was being turned inside out with each withdrawal, then stuffed tight on the down stroke. "Fuck me ... keep fucking me!" she pleaded.
But her wildness had been too much for Hubba, who had waited so many hours for this moment. He buried himself deep inside her and became immobile and said, "Got to stop a minute, or I'll cum. Don't want to cum yet. Wait. I'll be okay."
Unresisting, Freddy lay under his dead weight, her body rocking to the movement of the waterbed. Each surge moved the hard rod around, distending her tender asshole, but there was no pain now, just waves of pleasure.
"You know, she'd make a nice sandwich," Eldon Maxey said, with a speculating grin. "Hubba, roll over on your back. Stay in her and we'll till her front hole too."
"Oh, no!" Freddy gasped. She tried to pull free but was unable to escape from Hubba. Other hands helped roll them over, until she was looking up at the ceiling, seeing herself reflected in the mirror there, splayed out with the base of Hubba's thick penis protruding from her anus. "Please don't!!"
"Fuck her, Paul," Maxey said.
"I can't," Paul mumbled weakly.
"Then I will."
El Maxey moved over the lewdly locked couple and up between their legs. His cock was hard and grotesquely long as he positioned himself. He brought the reddish head to the thickly stretched lips of Freddy's pussy and tried to force it in, but the motion of the bed under them and her writhings frustrated him until Bev took it in her hand and guided It. Freddy felt the tender entrance to her cunt distend at his pressure and cried out helplessly.
"It can't go in me!" she pleaded.
"Sure it will," Maxey replied.
He pressed downward. Her tender flesh parted and the head penetrated as she gritted her teeth in pain. A hinge brought him deeper into her.
Balancing himself on his hands, he began to fuck slowly into her, each stroke carrying him a fraction of an inch deeper and bringing a gasp of pain from Freddy. She closed her eyes.
It felt like her lower body was being stuffed to bursting. She was completely filled in the back, with the length of Hubba's erection seeming to reach into her very throat, taking up every bit of space in her. Yet, steadily, Maxey was burying his cock deeper in her pussy. She could feel it rubbing and sawing against the length of Hubba's rod, the two separated only by the thin membrane between her cuntal and rectal passages. Then, with a last shove, Maxey too was all the way in her and the two of them began to fuck her in slow, steady rhythm.
Each stroke brought a fresh surge of pain. As Hubba's big mass of flesh withdrew so only the head remained in the confines of her clutching sphincter, Maxey drove deep into her. Then as he withdrew, Hubba stroked and the two cocks rubbed against each other. She was buffeted between the two fucking male bodies, and to ease the pain, tried to match their movements. It helped, and brought a wild sensation to her body. She had never experienced anything like it! It tore and stretched at her sensitive flesh, but it was beginning to feel good! She found herself reaching out to wrap her arms around Maxey, to hump with them and want to feel them as deep in her as possible.
"You're getting the idea," Maxey said.
"Oh, it feels so strange," Freddy moaned, tossing her head, unable to focus her eyes.
"Keep fucking ... keep fucking me!"
With each rhythmic stroke, the three bodies blended into a more efficient machine as Freddy's agile body adapted to the heaving of the bed and the well-timed thrusts of her partners. She heard the lewd moist sounds of the two penises which were possessing her flesh simultaneously. Then she felt hands on her face, tilting it to one side. She opened her mouth, knowing without looking what waited. Her lips closed over the swollen head of John Nash's penis and she began to suck it.
"Well I'll be damned," she heard Paul say from a distance.
Freddy paid no attention. She was beyond caring about anything beyond the male flesh she was absorbing. She gave herself over entirely to fucking and sucking.
The pace heightened and their flesh compressed her. Urgent cries escaped her lips as they clamped tightly around the rod of flesh which was thrusting deep into her throat. She felt herself on the verge of cumming again and surrendered to the instincts of her body. Wildly she thrashed on the waterbed, twisting and gulping and writhing. She felt the three cocks getting bigger and harder, more demanding. She could hear the uneven panting of the men who were using her so wildly.
Then it hit them all simultaneously. She felt her belly would be split and her rectum torn apart with the final violence of El Maxey and Hubba, and at the same time Nash was ballooning in her mouth, gushing a hot flow .of cum over her tonsils and deep into her throat while she sucked and swallowed and her cunt and asshole squeezed tight around the spurting shafts buried in them.
Her own orgasms left her weak, uncoordinated. She lay limply between them, feeling their bodies slippery against her own while her tongue slowly licked the final drops of cum from the softening penis in her mouth. When Nash withdrew, long, lewd strings of whitish cum linked, the head of his cock to her lips, stretching until they broke and dropped across her body. She panted slowly, recovering.
"Well I'll be Goddamned," Paul blurted. "She did it. She went wild for it."
"I - couldn't - help - myself," she said in a thick voice as she tried to focus clearly on his dumbfounded face. "You saw them. They made me."
"I saw you turn on," he accused.
"Ooooh ..."she sighed, and turned away as Maxey and Hubba withdrew. their flaccid cocks from her body. "I'm tired."
"Her ass is all warmed up for you, Paul," Maxey said. "Try it."
"I need a drink," Paul said, turning away.
They left the room then, all except Marylou. She bent over Freddy's inert form, kissing her eyes and mouth tenderly, stroking her with gentle hands. Then she went to the bath and came back with a cool, wet cloth and began to clean away the thickening drops of semen which oozed over Freddy's trembling flesh.
"Poor darling," she whispered. "I wish it happened to me instead. I couldn't stop them."
"It's all right, Marylou," Freddy said. "I had it coming. And when it started - well, I wanted it. I wanted what they were doing to me."
"Oh, Freddy. No!"
"I did," she said in a husky voice. "Really. All of them at once. Tearing me apart and turning me on."
"I don't think Paul will ever be the same again."
"He thought he was the swinger," Freddy said with a mirthless chuckle. "It turns out he was wrong." She stretched, tested her limbs. "I'm going to let him mull it over for a while and then I'm going to make it clear to him how things are. going to be. Get me a robe from the closet, Marylou. I'm gong to slip away and go down to Maxey's boat and rest just a little. Give me an hour. Then send Paul down."
"I think he's just likely to get drunk. You shook him."
"You stay here and see that he doesn't get drunk," Freddy said, her voice firm. "Or have sex. I want him fresh."
"Oh, Freddy ..." the little blonde murmured.
Freddy kissed her lingeringly on the lips.
"Please do as I say."
She drew a shorty robe around her nakedness and slipped through a side door which led to the aft cockpit as Marylou reluctantly joined the others in the salon.
Chapter Eight
Freddy had no difficulty in leaving unnoticed. She peeked through the partly-open door to the big salon and saw them all clustered around the bar. They were drinking and talking in artificially-fast sentences. She suspected there was a feeling of mass guilt which they sought to ease through the use of alcohol and light chatter.
The night was cool. Wisps of fog rose from the waters of the basin, swirling around the shapes of the houseboats. Most were dark at this hour, although a few dim lights in bedrooms suggested that lovers were still active. She drew the short robe tighter around her and moved soundlessly down the slip to the Maxey houseboat. She knew it as well as she knew her own, and turned on only a night light. She went to the galley and filled a percolator and started coffee. In a medicine cabinet she found a bottle of tranquilizers and took two. She made a weak drink at the bar and settled in a deep chair to wait for the coffee to be done.
One thing was uppermost in her mind. Her relationship with Paul had reached a new dimension, and she suspected her husband would have more difficulty adjusting to it than she. The boundaries must be swiftly and definitely laid out and understood.
He must be made to understand that she was not the repressed creature she had been only a few weeks ago. His attitude toward her bad forced her into an entirely different mold. Now, he must be prepared to accept her as she was. If he couldn't, then he would have to get out. It was that simple. He had wanted her to play around just a little so that he could play the roving cocksman freely and without any guilt feelings. As far as she was concerned, that gave him no right to write the rule book for the game.
The coffee sent out its rich aroma. She poured some into a mug, stirred in sugar, laced it with brandy and sat in the darkness, sipping it. She thought back over what had happened to her that night. Forced to be honest with herself, she accepted the blame for what had transpired. Playing games with Bev just wasn't very bright, and she'd have deserved it if the whole bunch of them had bent her over and used a belt on her tender buttocks. But they hadn't, and what they'd put her through was in its way a much more traumatic thing.
Ravaged by three men at once, while others watched her humiliation. She imagined a lot of girls would have completely freaked out.
But, Freddy told herself, she had taken it. And when there was obviously no way to escape, she had enjoyed it, let her basic animality surface. No doubt about it, she had responded. She thought it mildly amusing that only her husband, who considered himself a swinger, had stayed out of the affair.
She was on her second cup of coffee when Paul arrived. He came in silently and stood in shadow, as if he didn't want her to see whatever expression he might have on his face. He had pulled on a pair of sun-faded blue jeans.
"Hello, lover," she said in a cool voice.
"You okay, Freddy?"
"Of course," she said in a tone which told him nothing. "How are all the jolly people?"
"Look, honey ..."
"At you? No, thanks." Seeing grown men cry and crawl sort of makes me sick, Paul."
"Freddy ... please! I know I shouldn't have let it happen. I should have thrown them all out."
"Why?" she said mockingly. "Because of what was happening to your wife, or because you saw me digging it? Well? I did dig it, you know. The sort of thing you've been trying to get me into for months. Well, I got in. And I liked it. Now, how's that grab you?"
"You couldn't have liked it," he said in a choking voice.
"Oh, but I did. And that, my friend, is what you're going to have to live with - if you want to keep living with me. I've learned to really enjoy fucking. And sucking and whatever else. It was in me all the time. It just took a while to break through. Now that that's happened, the question is, what are you going to do about it?"
"Freddy, I don't know what to say."
"Let's go into the bedroom, Paul. El and Bev's bed should be a groovy place to talk.
With a challenging sway of her hips, she strode to the bedroom and turned on the overhead light. Casually she let her robe fall. away, revealing the full -length of her voluptuously-curving body. Her breasts stood out high and firm, nipples rising in the dark aureoles. Her eyes were feral. She trailed the tips of her fingers through the soft blonde curls of her pelvic mound. She looked at the front of his jeans and saw nothing there. She reached out and ripped them open, peeled them down over his hips. His penis was flaccid. She took it in her hand and squeezed it teasingly.
"Not much, is there?" she mocked. "Maybe if I took it in my mouth it would come to life."
"Listen, Freddy ..." he started to say.
But she had already dropped to her knees. She drew the foreskin back and ran her tongue over the now-small head, then engulfed it with her moist lips and sucked. She felt him twitch a little under her caress. She took her mouth away for a moment and looked up at him boldly.
"You like that? I'm really very good at sucking now, Paul. El was a groovy teacher. I think I'll make you beautifully hard this way and then have you put it in my ass. You've never done that for me."
"Oh, my God ... he mumbled, but already her mouth was consuming him again, her tongue tantalizing, making him grow in the wet cave of her lips. Her fingers stroked his balls and he swelled and became iron-hard. "Oh, Freddy ..."
"That's fine," she said then, hefting the weight of his ready penis. "Let's get on the bed."
She dropped across it, lying on her belly, wriggling her limber body. There were two fat, firm pillows and she slid these under her hips, elevating herself. She rose on her knees, spreading herself wide and looked up at him, brushing the long blonde hair away from her face, almost laughing aloud at his confused expression.
"Put it in me," she commanded. "Hubba loosened me up. You shouldn't have any trouble."
"I don't believe it," he mumbled as he moved behind her, his heavy cock swaying. He bent over her and she reached back, drew the firmly rounded cheeks of her buttocks wide apart. He took his rigid cock in his hand and brought the huge knob to the tiny tight ring of her anus, and whispered, "It won't fit."
"One a lot bigger than yours did," she mocked.
She was ready, yet she gasped when he entered her. She rotated her trembling buttocks and undulated back toward him, feeling his rigidity begin to penetrate. Her hot wet, rectal channel grasped him and seemed to suck him in and she heard his sigh of pleasure and increased the urgency of her movements until, with a sudden lunge that brought a soft cry from her parted lips, his hardened spear of flesh drove all the way in and the semen-swollen testicles smacked and flattened against the widespread mounds of her buttocks.
"Uugh! Ooh! Aaagh!" Freddy gasped, and then began to move with her husband as he fucked slowly and deeply in and out of her straining anus. Her rectum clutched at the swollen rod of flesh lightly and she ground herself back against him. "Let me ease down a little and you just lie there in me."
She let her weight from her elbows and knees and felt his weight come down on her body, supported now only by the height of the two pillows. It was not as good as doing it on the waterbed, she found. This was an immobile platform, but with slow undulations of her body she could find all the sensations that she wanted at the moment in the steaming depths of her anus.
"Do you like this?" she murmured.
"You know it!"
"I hope you won't mind if I get however much I feel like getting. This and all the rest. Like Bev and Marylou."
"My God, Freddy ..."
"Why not? You get all you can. Oh, I'll be discreet and just go to bed with friends." She chuckled mirthlessly, enjoying her husband's discomfort. "I promise you, Paul, no strangers. I'll always ask a man's name before we fuck."
"You bitch! You beautiful bitch!"
"I guess I am. I thought that's what you wanted me to be. Or did you just want me to put out a little to El so he'd put you in the big job you want?"
"The truth is you were so damn rigid about sex that I wanted to break you out of your shell. I guess maybe I did too well."
"Maybe you did," she said. "I think the number of affairs I have - or just friendly sucks and fucks - is going to depend on how well you take care of me. I know what my body can feel now. It's only natural I want to enjoy it."
"Freddy, I don't know what the hell to do!" he said hopelessly.
"Okay, dum-dum," she said with a soft chuckle as she churned suddenly, demandingly under him. "Start fucking!"
And he did. His aroused rod plunged deep and fast into her, probing and rooting in her welcoming ass as Freddy rose on her knees to help him. She reached and found his hand and led it to the hotly aroused button of her clitoris. The touch of his fingers there sent her surging toward orgasm and she began to whimper and cry out softly. She rocked from side to side, absorbing him to the fullest, and her hair tossed like a blonde waterfall. Then she felt his hands move to her hips, holding them tight as he drove in and out of her.
"I'm going to cum-, baby!" Paul groaned, fucking hard.
"Oh, yes. Me too. Me too! Oh, Paul, fuck me, luck me, I'm cumm-i-nnnn-ggggg!!!"
They climaxed at the same instant, their rolling cum gushing and mingling and smearing on their laboring bodies. Freddy collapsed under him and groped back to find his balls and mills them of their last drops with her urgent fingers. Then they lay locked together, panting, bodies glistening with the sheen of their passion. His flesh remained buried in her twitching anus for a longtime.
"Think that should hold you for awhile?" he whispered in her ear.
"Mmm-mmm ..." She wriggled from under him. The quaking was still going on deep in her loins. She looked into his eyes and read the message that he would be as wild with her as she wanted. "For awhile."
"You don't feel up to going back to your friends for more?"
"No," she said. "Not now. But I'm young and strong and I recuperate fast."
"You've got to be kidding," he said, his voice uncertain.
"Paul, lover, would I kid you?" She fondled his spent penis. "You'll just have to see that you don't give me any reason to kid you that way."
"I don't think I'm that much of a man. The way you are now you'd wear out the best of studs. That's the truth, Freddy!"
"Well, keep trying, lover." She kissed him lightly. "Keep trying."
