!ADULTS ONLY! Tag Bonewell and the Murder of Wendy Wilde!

He grabbed the next book, Brother Balling and, after glancing at the cover, turned it over to find the sales blurb. This one said it was, once more, from her real-life experiences. At aged 12, with her brother, Hal Fontaine. Hal was 15 at the time. They did everything imaginable up until she turned 16.

He took the next book, Lover's Loops.

This covered her, ahem, real-life experiences
with a sex slave master named The Big
Whipper. For a year, twice a month. Seems old
Whip had a bevy of willing sex slaves at his
beck and call. Even had his own newsletter:
The Whipper Says! And a Web site.

the year. A year doing this, one doing that. Of course, he realized, it could all just be hype, something to snag more sales. Or, could be, a mix of truth and lies.

He was down to pile two. He picked up the
Stiffing Stiffs! sheet, which showed both covers
printed.

Tag read the back cover blurb. It mentioned
necrophilia, corpse fucking. He surmised the
book was finished, but had yet to be published,
other than these two covers.

flagrante delicto as it were, with the very dead blond wife of the Mayor, no less.

She testified in court that she had seen Mr. Halver’s ass buggering, her words, the dead woman. For some unknown reason, Tag turned the covers over. There, on the back, was a sheet of paper, neatly typed, and Scotch taped in place.

It fleshed out the bye-bye paragraph. The last paragraph in the book. The one geared to sell her next, upcoming book, Kissing Kiddies, which she said was a scathing diatribe on pedophilia, blah, blah, blah. There was some other stuff about publishers and books and such, blah, blah, blah, but Tag felt too tired to read the whole long thing now.

He reached out and picked up the cover
design board, with the artist's rough layout
for book seven, Kissing Kiddies. Tag
yawned. Lordy, he thought, Lucy just had to
wake me in the middle of the night, didn't
she?

It was a mock up on illustration board. Tag
flipped it over and saw a handwritten note attached. He read, his eyes tiring, the blue ink swimming around.

Cov. design approved by me, but plot and dialogue in very rough outline form. Notify Marty: Will have finished, polished ms. to him no later than Mon, the 5th of next month. Should be 22 chapters, one ch. more than last.

Tag yawned and grabbed one of the typed pages. At the top of the sheet, Wilde had typed: Future novel ideas, book 8 and beyond. Inform Marty of my next project.

Tag noticed what looked like a possible title for each novel, typed in all caps. As he read, he could almost picture the covers the artist would eventually dream up.

8: LOVE LIPS: Lesbianism. To be worked out with Marcy M. and Tricia H.

There were to be interviews with two other unnamed women from a Northeast swinger's group. Wilde, it seemed, had completed only rough outline notes.

9: PEE PALS: Water Sports.

She had only some basic research completed. She planned to contact a guy, who advertised on the Web for a woman, any woman, to swallow his piss. She wouldn't? Thought Tag. Then again . . .

There was more, but Tag had had it. It would wait . . .

* * * * * *

THE NEXT DAY, Tag found six video films on his desk. Lucy had brought them in. There were three large manila envelopes, with two films in each. She had placed a pink Post-It note on top of the pile. In her scrawly handwriting, it said, These came by messenger, Mr. Boneher-well-and-hearty -- I'll bring the popcorn! But not tonight -- I'll be eating French! Among other things!

He hollered out. "Hey, secretary, anything important on my calendar for the next four hours?"

"No, why?" She knew why. He was turned on by the thought of the tapes and by her upcoming evening with Jack. To Lucy, Tag was way, way predictable at times.

He came out of his office and approached her desk. "These sex tapes are hotel work, Lucy, part of my . . . uh . . . job, you could say. How about we take them to my place and you can help me . . . uh . . . analyze them. For clues. OK?"

Sometimes, Lucy didn't have to be asked twice . . .

* * * * * *

LIGHTS! CAMERA! ACTION! ROLL 'EM! QUIET ON THE SET! The first of the six Wilde films started playing. The lights in Tag's Porno Theatre were down low. A large bowl of popcorn stood at the ready. The audience of two, unlike most audiences, was naked and sitting up against a sea of fluffy pillows. A wooden tray, placed between them on the bed, held two drinks. As the blackness on the screen turned into people, Lucy placed a hand on his limp cock. She gave it a playful squeeze.

Then there she was, the Wilde woman, looking much younger than Tag had seen her looking lately. But just as naked. In a room full of naked people. She was down on her knees sucking on a large dick, a very large dick. And obviously enjoying herself.

"She was very pretty, Tag."

"Yeah, she was, wasn't she?" He thought of her in suite 912. Still pretty, but in an elderly and wrinkly sort of way.

Then the guy on the screen walked off, camera left. Another guy soon appeared, camera right, and, without a word, put his cock, an average sized one, into her mouth.

She sucked for a while and the scenario repeated itself. Guy leaves. Guy comes in. Tag lost count around guy seven, or maybe eight. One thing was for sure; Wendy Wilde was sucking a lot of different cocks. And she kept on sucking, just as fast as the guys would appear and place it in her.

"Jesus, Tag, I've counted eighteen different dicks so far! Unless, that is, some guys made pigs of themselves and came back for seconds. Two dicks looked as if I had seen them earlier. You?" She squeezed his penis gently as if asking it at the same time.

"Yeah, some dicks did look like repeaters, but shit, who cares? She's got some mouth on her, it never tires! Look at her, she's still going strong!" And she was.

"Christ, Tag, my jaw would be numb by now! They could pull all my teeth out and I wouldn't feel a thing!" He laughed and hugged her to him.

Tag said, "Dentists should hear about this!" She giggled, her body shaking.

She said, "Now, Mrs. Frangapani, open wide for all twenty of them and it won't hurt a bit!"

"Spit and rinse after each, please!" They both laughed a good one, both shaking all over. And the Wilde gal was still going at it. Both Lucy and Tag had totally lost count by now.

Then, amazingly, three more men in a row took center stage, one after the other. In the background, all this while, many naked couples could be seen doing lord knows what. A thought struck Lucy.

"None of the men have cum yet! You notice that?" He had, but before he could say word one about it, a guy on the screen contradicted Lucy.

Wendy Wilde was seated on the carpeted floor, her head tilted slightly back, with her mouth wide open. Her tongue stuck out, its edges folded in, forming a tongue cup. A guy was jerking off; his cock's head less than an inch from the tongue cup. He moved forward, toward the tongue, still beating himself, and shot his load, a large one, right into the cup's bowl, filling it to overflowing.

Tag and Lucy watch, mesmerized, as Wilde's tongue took its huge cum load into her mouth. She then made a swallowing motion with her throat.

"Mmmm, he's a cummer" Lucy said. Tag just watched as another guy replaced the guy who had just filled up the cup. This new guy followed the jerk it off trail. In less than a minute, he dropped a load, slightly smaller, into Wilde's wet tongue cup.

This jerk it off, cum in cup, swallow routine went on for four more guys before Lucy said, "That's six! I'm counting this time!"

"That's seven!" she said.

"Eight!" she said.

"Nine and counting!" she said.

"Ten!" said Tag.

"Eleven!" said Lucy. They were now taking turns in the cumathon event, which went on and on and on. Finally, it ended. Whew! With Tag saying the last number.

"Twenty fucking seven!" If he seemed shell-shocked, it's because he was.

Lucy said, excitedly, "Let's see, shall we, Tag? If each guy dropped only a teaspoon, averaging it out, that's twenty-seven of them. And, since there are three teaspoons to a tablespoon . . . that's nine tablespoons! Wow! That's a full cup of cum with a tablespoon on the side. Holy shit!" She sat up and looked at him. "Holy fucking shit! And it could be more! Most of them looked as if they hadn't cum in days, maybe weeks!"

Tag laughed, then said, "But it could be less, too. Some of those cumming cocks looked familiar again. Repeaters, maybe, eh?"

"Don't matter. Either way, she swallowed a lot of cum. Oooh, I envy the bitch!"

"You'd like swallowing that many guys?"

"Hell, yeah! Repeaters or not! It looked cummy yummy to me!"

"Want me to get a bunch of guys, who don't know you, naturally, from my old precinct? I was friendly with a lot of cops there, young and old. Never knew one to refuse an offer from me. Not when it came from the heart."

"God, that sounds tempting. But I don't make decisions when I'm in heat. And I'm in heat right now. Let me think on it, all right? Now, shall we fuck . . . ?

* * * * * *

THEY FUCKED, and then watched another film. The first half hour had Wilde getting doubled by pairs of guys, one pair after another, a cock in one end of her, and a cock in the other. It was a repetition of the first film, in essence, but with a different motif, the pairing.

Then a third guy got added to the scene. He took the only open orifice he could find, her anus, and things went on this way for another dozen scenes or so, the guys changing, as conditions demanded of them.

Another film. Wilde was seen sucking off a big St. Bernard dog. The dog was very well endowed, with at least 7 inches on him. Then the dog fucked her. Lucy wasn't too keen on this particular film, so she suggested they load in number four.

Number four was girl on girl. This, too, didn't sit too well with Lucy. Although with Tag . . .

Five had Wilde getting gangbanged by six, strong looking black men. All except one of them was over eight inches in length. The runt, at around seven inches, made up for his shortcomings by being an extra wide model.

Tag said, "You ever do black, Luce?"

"Not so far, but I'm still young!" She giggled.

They watched Wilde first give all six guys cum-swallowing blowjobs. Each time, showing her cum soaked mouth, opened wide, to the camera. Then she took them, one guy at a time, with the others standing by and watching, onto the bed and fucked the lucky stiff. The screams coming out of Wilde as she fucked each man, left no doubt she loved it, and loved it immensely. The five guys around the bed were playing with themselves, getting ready for their turn at the Wilde woman.

Film six showed Wilde lying on a bed, masturbating with a large, pink vibrator. She was moaning and groaning, but could hardly be heard over the vibrator's loud motor. Tag wasn't into this that much, so he fast-forwarded, hoping for action of a different nature. There was none.

"Whew!" said Lucy. "That lady isn't shy! I've gotta read some of her books. If she writes half as well as she fucks, I'll certainly be a new and devoted fan of hers."

A question popped into Tag's head.

"Tell me, hon, and you can lie if you want, has the sweet detective man asked you out?" He waited, and for some reason, his dick stirred.

"You mean Jack?" She let it just hang there, its meaning quite clear.

"Jack is it? I guess he has asked you out then. You accept?" Dickie stir some more. Go down, you shit, he thought, I'm way too tired.

"Yeah, for a French restaurant date. And I know you're not jealous, because he, quite gentlemanly, told me he had your permission to ask me out. You farming me out now, Taggie Poo? A little free-lance on the side?"

"Of course not, I just felt I had no right to . . . "

"Right, schmight! We're always honest with each other, chummy. I said yes because I think he'd be a good fuck! He's older than you, but shit, when I first met you, Tag, at 23, I thought you were ancient and probably had a shriveled up old cock with gray pubic hairs. I fucked you that first time, Taggy Waggy, simply out of curiosity!"

"Gee, thanks, Lucy. We seniors need all the ass we can get our feeble hands on. Now, girl, tell me more about your impressions of detective Hunger." Curiosity speaks.

"Well, where should I begin? Oh, his cock is average in length, but it's extremely wide, with an oversized head on it and . . . "

"Wait! How the fuck you know that? He whip it out? Right at your desk? Or did you two take a quickie afternoon delight?"

"None of the above, Mr. Boneher-all-the-time. He tried to hide it, really tried, but I couldn't miss that big bulge in his suit pants. And, it being a very thin summer suit, I could see the entire outline of his cock, including the flanged ridge. It was wide, baby, really wide." She squeezed up against him. "Yummy wide!"

"God, Luce, I wish I could fuck you again right now, but . . . "

* * * * * *

THE NEXT DAY, Lucy was at her desk when Tag rolled in. They had left his apartment together, but he had a bank deposit to make. Lucy greeted him with a warm smile.

Tag opened with, "You look happy, kitten, your date with Jack work out or was he from Hunger?"

"Cute, boss, but trite and stale, too. He took me to Chez Pierre's. Great food and all. Then we went to my place. And, for your inquiring mind that just has to know, yes, we fucked. He's a good fuck, too, very loving and attentive to my womanly needs. But . . . "

"But? He tell you he was gay, or bi-sexual? Into smelling toilets?"

"Hush, child. None of those. He's pure hetero, unlike some guys I know. Hee hee! But . . . he's looking for a serious relationship. One of those let's-settle-down-and-raise-babies kind of relationships. He's sweet and lonely. Misses that thing called marriage. Still in love with his ex-wife, I believe. So I told him my views on the matter. I said to him, let's just be fucking pals, OK? With an emphasis on the word fucking."

"That sit okay with him?"

"Seemed to. Time will tell." She seemed slightly saddened to Tag. He made an attempt to cheer her up a bit.

"Well, darling, you now have, heh heh, a house dick, a Viking dick, and a cop dick. You sure as shit won't have any long, lonely winter evening regretting missed chances at the whoopee ring."

"You're right. Three cockies! A first time for me, Tag. But funny, it doesn't seem like three!" She looked as if she was thinking real