Paulette Smalls

Come and get it!

CHAPTER ONE

The bedroom was, chilly, and Doug Barstow shivered as he stretched his hand out and flipped off the overhead light. A yawn made him shudder again as the room plunged into a deep, complete darkness. As he hurried for the bed across the cold floor, rubbing his naked arms, he hoped Val wouldn't be in the mood tonight. His wife took it very personally whenever he couldn't get it on, no matter what his reasons were. He didn't think he could face another fight. So far it had been a thoroughly miserable day; his body ached with tension. He sighed with relief as he dropped into the warm bed, pulling the covers up around him. All he wanted to do was sleep.

The instant he lay down was like pure ecstasy: he could almost feel his spine melting into the mattress. It was as if his tensions had turned to liquid, and were flowing out of him, causing his entire body to tingle with pleasure. The bed was soft, yet firm, buoying him up, caressing him with tiny fingers of pressure. He stretched and turned, letting the luxurious feeling fill up inside of him. In his imagination, he felt as if he were floating on a soft, warm sea, weightless, relaxed, drifting off…

"You'll never guess what Monica told me today," Val said. Her voice had a nervous titter in it.

"Oh…" Doug moaned softly.

"What's the matter?"

"I'm really tired, Val," he said, yawning to prove the point.

"Don't you want to hear what Monica said to me?"

"Can it wait until morning?"

Valerie, who had been lying on her back, turned abruptly onto her side, facing away from her husband. She curled her pillow in half under her head of long brown hair. From the suddenness of the move, and the stiffness of her body, Doug knew he had offended her.

"Good night," Val said coldly.

Doug experienced a momentary pang of guilt, which he quickly repressed by reminding himself of how tired he was. But not all of the guilt was buried away, and with a sigh, he turned on his side, facing her, curling his body across her shoulder and down her arm, while his soft, dormant prick nudged gently against the cheeks of her ass. Strands of her long hair tickled under his nose.

"Good night," Doug said softly, hugging her.

Val didn't respond in any way.

He remained like that, holding her in his arms, pressed against her stiff, unyielding back for a long time, and then Doug let go and turned back the other way. Silent anger was a small price to pay, and he gladly accepted it. It could have been much worse. With his pillow punched into the proper sleeping shape, and his back to Val, he squeezed his eyes closed with a sigh.

"Good night," he repeated.

He was almost asleep, sinking down into the gray layers of his fatigue, when he sensed Valerie turning on the mattress. Her body pressed up against him, her tits pushing up hard through the gauze of her nightgown, and she ran her hand down into Doug's pajama bottoms. While her fingers pulled on the limp softness of his penis, she ground her pussy into the curve of his ass. His rudeness was forgotten, her anger short-lived. Obviously, his wife was in a horny mood.

"Ohhh…" Doug said, pulling himself out of his sleepy mood, manufacturing a moan. "Oh."

There was only one way to handle this, he realized. Clearly, Val was too aroused to accept a passive rejection from him. She wanted to come. If he didn't give her what she wanted, he knew they'd be up half the night, arguing. If he was to ever get back to sleep, the only practical thing to do was get it over with quickly. He would fuck her deep and hard. He'd make her come.

"Are you awake?"

"Yes," he answered.

"I thought you were tired?"

"I was tired. But now I'm not." Doug closed his eyes and tried to think himself into a hard-on. He pumped his hips, driving his cock through Val's curled fingers. "You woke me up."

"You don't feel very awake." Val pinched his semi-hard prick. "I don't believe you."

Just as abruptly as before, she released his cock, and turned back around the other way. Val had her back to him again. It was as if she were asking for proof.

Concentrating, Doug tried to give himself a hard-on. As he turned slowly around, moving across the mattress toward his wife, he slipped his hand down into his pajamas, working the rubbery flesh up and down. He thought about all the things which usually gave him a hard-on. He thought about the first time he ever fucked Val up the ass, and how she came just from the way it felt when he pushed his cock into her rectum. He thought about the time on the crowded subway when he pushed his hand up under a woman's skirt, and she let him, rubbing her through her panties until she came all over his fingers. Finally, he pretended to himself that he was seducing Lisa Cole, his secretary, and not Val, and it worked. The thick, hard shaft of his cock throbbed between the cheeks of her ass.

"You don't believe what?" he asked, grinding his cock in and out.

"That you really want to make love to me."

"But I do."

He slid his hand up over her hip, grabbing her tightly. His cock was angled up between her thighs, pressed closer to her anus than her pussy. Dragging up the hem of her nightgown until it was above her hips, Doug could feel the warmth of her flesh. He pulled his hot cock through the opening in the pajamas and positioned it between Val's legs. Across the head of the shaft, he could feel the cool, silky rub of her panties. They were already wet.

"Doesn't this feel like I want to fuck you?" he asked.

"But you're tired."

The hand which was on her hip, holding her in place against him, slid down over the bulge of her pussy, until he was cupping her through her panties. He could feel the thick, furry growth of hair which covered the broad mound of her cunt right through the thin, silken fabric. He dug his fingers down into the base of her fleshy vee, where her panties were sopping wet. The tip of one finger speared between her thick, hairy cunt lips, and he could feel her clitoris throbbing maddeningly. Pressing down into the swollen nub, stroking it expertly, Doug continued to hump his naked cock back and forth between her grinding thighs.

"Oh…" Val moaned softly, excitedly. "Oh!"

The tip of his prick was pushed deeply between the lips of her cunt, prevented from entering her fully by the saturated material of her panties tautly stretched across the entrance hole of her pussy. Val could feel him hard and thick between her lips, teasing her with the threat of slithering penetration, and her cunt squeezed tightly in anticipation. He could feel her excitement under his fingers as she ground her clit shudderingly around and across the tip of his prick as her pussy lips gripped him. Wetness flowed copiously down, drenching the crotch piece of her panties, smearing itself like a thick, fragrant oil all over the top of his cock. Doug humped her hard back and forth, his dick ramming down her slit from the cheeks of her ass, until he could feel his prick under his fingers as he masturbated her. Across his belly, he could feel the regular tensing of her ass cheeks, her body pressing back against him as she tried to impale herself on his cock.

"Oh, God… I'm so horny!" Val moaned, her eyes closed tightly, wicked, forbidden desires filling her thoughts. She squirmed against her husband, grateful for the hard, throbbing shaft she felt wedged between her cunt lips. "My skin feels like it's on fire! God, I want to fuck!"

In his imagination, the words were being spoken to him by supple, redheaded Lisa, who he would have given anything to fuck. And it was her body – young and firm and tantalizing – which was pressed so hungrily against his loins. Doug's cock throbbed and stiffened, and he pulled the hair away from her neck, nuzzling the back of her ear, stroking wetly, electrically up, and down with his licking tongue. Slipping his right hand under her, wedged between her body and the mattress, he pushed his hand down into her panties, so that both hands were fondling her pussy. His cock hammered up and down. Without losing a stroke, the rubbing of her clitoris was transferred to his right hand, while his left slid up her body, under the crisp, rustling nightgown. Doug cupped her left tit in the palm of his hand, squeezing the firm orb in long in and out grips which drew his fingertips up the length of the fleshy cone until he was pinching her nipple. While he did this, nuzzling her ear and neck with his tongue, he masturbated her clitoris with his right hand, and he fucked his long hard cock in and out between the lips of her cunt.

"Oh, God, do my tits!" Val moaned, thrashing back and forth excitedly. She ran her hand down between her thighs, pressing Doug's fingers against her clitoris through her panties, and then further down until she could feel his naked cock humping between her cunt lips. She wrapped her fingers around his cock, stroking it as it stroked her. "Play with my tits… and my pussy… oh, God… I'm so turned on! Do anything you want to me!"

A good hard fucking, Doug thought, sliding his left hand down from Val's tit, until he had his fingers hooked into the waistband of her panties. In his fantasy, the panties were on Lisa Cole, and he began to eagerly pull them down over her undulating hips. He could feel her true wetness and the warm softness of her naked flesh on his cock. The lips of her pussy were drenched, and they opened effortlessly, loosely. He could feel the stiff, scratchy tickle of her pubic hair all along the shaft of his drilling cock. A good hard fucking is what she needs, he concluded. Nothing elaborate. They were reduced to fundamentals… like animals. A good hard, deep fucking!

Doug continued to pull her panties, until they stretched over the bend of her knees, down her calves, and off, over her feet. Her thighs splayed wide apart, without the restrictions of material inhibiting her, and she ground her loose, open slit against his prick, excited by the effortless way it moved back and forth. Pressing her against him, thrusting his hips up hard at a deeper angle, he rolled her toward him, and buried the tip of his shaft in her cunt hole. He continued to roll, dragging her with him, until he was on his back, and she was lying on top of him. With one hand on her tit, the other buried in her slit, urging her clitoris with deep; grinding pulls, he began to fuck her from below. Inside, her body was a hot, molten mass of oozing flesh. His cock slicked upward into it, swallowed by her hairy flap right to his balls.

"Oh… no," Val moaned, thrashing from side to side on top of him, her eyes opened wide as she stared straight ahead. "Not yet… not… too soon… Ohhhh… oh!"

"Yes… yes!" Doug urged, filling and emptying her pussy with long, deep strokes. He rolled her swollen nipple between his thumb and index fingers, and pressed directly down into the fat pink nub of her clitoris with the middle finger of his other hand. A good hard fucking! "Fucking you… fucking you… I'm fucking you!"

The next thing he knew, he and Val were in the middle of another argument. Something had happened, something he did, or she did, or didn't do, and the mood was completely shattered, and they were screaming at each other at the top of their lungs. Lately, no matter what they did, or tried to do, it always seemed to end up this way. Doug grabbed his pillow, ripped one of the blankets off the bed, and, stark naked, stalked out of the bedroom.

"I'm going to sleep on the sofa!"

"Go ahead, you jerk!" Val screamed after him. She threw her pillow at his back, but missed, and it thudded dully against the wall. "You asshole… You animal… If you think I'm going to miss you in my bed, you're out of your Goddamn mind… Pig!"

"Fuck you," Doug shot back, its full impact lost in the loud slam of the bathroom door. "Bitch!"

He was still muttering to himself as he stood in front of the toilet, his thick; swollen cock in hand. He masturbated in anger, out of frustration, trying to crowd out every image of Val's naked body. He came powerfully, fantasizing that his hot, bubbling sperm was spewing down Lisa Cole's wide, sucking throat.

"Go ahead, you jerk!"

The last word whipped out of Val's mouth as if she'd hurled it along with the pillow that she threw at Doug. Missed! It wrapped halfway around the doorway, half in and half out, and it made a plopping sound as it fell to the floor. A moment later, Doug stepped over it, kicking at it with his foot, but missing. He muttered something.

"You asshole!" she screamed, shaking an impotent fist at her departing husband. Sometimes she wished she were a man so she could sock him. "You animal! If you think I'm going to miss you in my bed – you're out of your Goddam mind!" She thought again at what he'd done, at what he'd tried to force on her. The chauvinist… "pig"!

Val watched him walking down the hallway, the blanket and pillow under his arm. She was kneeling on the bed, with her legs splayed wide apart, her long brown hair hanging down in her face. She brushed the hair away with her clawing fingers, spitting them out from between her lips. The pale silhouette at the end of the hallway threw the pillow and blanket onto the sofa, then turned toward the bathroom. With an ungainly haste, she staggered to the edge of the mattress, climbed down from the bed, and ran across the room toward the door. Doug was just entering the bathroom as she stopped to pick up her pillow to throw it again. One hand was on the doorknob.

"Fuck…" Doug began, the obvious conclusion lost in the bang of the bathroom door.

"Jerk off – see if I care!" Val cried, her voice small and feeble against the ringing echoes of the slamming door. She straightened, pillow in hand, and was tempted to slam the bedroom door back at him. But she resisted the bait, and she very carefully, tensely closed the bedroom door. Under her deep green nightgown, her firm pink tits heaved as she sighed. She shook her head. "You jerk…"

Walking very slowly, Val carried her pillow over to the bed. She placed it down, puffing it mechanically, and then straightened the tossed sheets and blankets. When the bed was remade, she sat on the edge of the mattress near her night table. Shaking the pack of cigarettes, she drew one out and inserted it between her lips. Her hand was trembling as she tried to force the dancing flame from the cigarette lighter onto the end of the swaying white cylinder. They made contact once, and she sucked down the thick, rich smoke into her lungs.

The asshole, she thought, shaking her head. Val exhaled, spraying a widening fan of smoke out in front of her. In the darkness, the burning ember of her cigarette, held between her tightly gripping fingers, made tracings and wild geometric patterns which seemed to glow eerily. Always in such a hurry, she thought. Likes to get right down to it. No technique, no consideration. Just crude fucking. The old in and out. God.

What about me? she asked herself, shaking her head in agreement. Aren't I a person, as well? Don't I have any rights? But he didn't even want to listen to me. He was too tired to even hear what I had to tell him about Monica. Val drew sharply again on the cigarette. The asshole, she thought. If he'd only bothered to listen, it would have probably turned him on as much as it's turned me on since Monica told me! But no, he'd rather fight. Stick it in! Jesus Christ.

Val took one more drag on the cigarette, and crushed it out in the ashtray. Christ, I can't believe that of Monica. I would have never guessed it. And then, not only to realize it, but to act on it – and then to tell me about it! – well that took guts. I've really got to give her credit. I wonder if I should do it?

Thinking about what Monica had told her made Val get all wet and gooey between her legs. She pressed her thighs together, grinding them up and down, and she stuffed the front of her nightgown down between her thighs to sop up some of her flowing wetness. Her body quivered as the scratchy fabric rubbed against the tense, tender cunt lips, making her remember how aroused she was. In turn, that made her remember Doug, who had failed her, and her resentment bubbled up once more.

It's as if he really wasn't even there with me, Val thought. As if his mind was faraway, somewhere else, dreaming or sleeping. She glared at the bedroom door, as if she could see through it, as if she could see through the bathroom door as well, until she imagined she knew what Doug was doing in there. It was as if he had betrayed her. And then he had compounded the offense by what he was doing, while she was all alone, left high and dry, and feeling… frustrated. She didn't have to remain that way, she knew. If Doug could do it, so could she.

Val got up from the bed and walked back to the bedroom door. For a moment she listened, and then she pulled the door quietly open. Peering down the unlit hallway, she discovered that the bathroom door was still closed. She imagined what he must be doing to himself in there, and that made her reclose the door with a self-righteous snap. Automatically, her fingers reached to twist on the bedroom lock. Something made her stop.

Let it stay open! she thought, nodding her head firmly. If he wants to come in – let him. For all I care, let him see me doing it. I'd love to show him I didn't need him for everything!

And that, too! she thought, snapping on the bedroom light. Let's really give him a good show.

Feeling very free and liberated, Valerie Barstow marched over to her dresser. Bending down toward the bottom drawer, where she kept her vibrator, she caught sight of herself in the mirror. She stopped to study her reflection.

Wide brown eyes, framed by long brown hair, Val knew without any conceit that she had an attractive face. A beautiful face. Possessor of majestically high, flaring cheekbones, wide, sensual lips, and a long, aristocratic neck, she was a model before she married Doug. And, like a fool, as she has so often thought, she gave it all up to be a mother and a wife. There was no doubt in her mind at all that at the root of their marital problems was a deep, ingrained bitterness and sense of frustration. That much of it was inner directed did not seem to matter much in the way they got along. She had been a silly girl with a naive image of marriage. A long six years later, Val was a lot wiser, and a great deal more angry. She had no intentions of wasting another moment of her life.

Her hands clasped themselves around her waist, pulling the material of the green nightgown tautly across her breasts. In the mirror, her eyes studied the results. Val had never been exceptionally big-busted, but she certainly was far from being flat-cheated. She had nice high, firm, full bright pink tits, with long pink nipples that were incredibly sensitive. The nightgown, flattened her out, and she stripped it off over her head, standing there in front of the mirror stark naked. Long, firm fingers scooped under the orbs, and she watched herself squeezing them in the mirror. Her nipples grew long and hard, tingling as she pinched them between her fingertips. Marriage had been kind to her, and her breasts were just as firm and high as they ever had been. She ran her hands down between her thighs, fluffing up her dense brown pubic hair, spreading her cunt lips so she could see their wet, red glistening insides in the mirror.

She stepped back, sucking in her breath, thrusting her tits out boldly. With a cold appraisal, she followed her shape in the mirror. Her belly was flat, her hips wide and full, her ass cheeks firm, and her thighs were rounded and well shaped. There was a supple fullness about her frame, like a carefully nurtured flower which had bloomed into confident maturity. She was at the peak of her life, and she intended to live it out fully.

Val bent down, opened the drawer, and took out the vibrator. She was smiling when she stood up. She just remembered what Monica had told her.

Monica was her friend from before, when she was a model. Both had married early in their careers, and kept in contact mostly by letters. Two years ago Monica got a divorce and resumed her career, and was doing very well despite the layoff. That afternoon Val had received a letter from Monica who said she was finally "coming out". Monica declared that she was a lesbian. She confessed to Val that she had been living with a woman for almost a year, and before that, while she was still married to Henry, she had a series of affairs with six or seven other women. She also said that she was dying to meet with Val again soon, so she could try her out. The letter bragged that she had become an expert at licking pussy.

I wonder if I should do it? Val asked herself again, hefting the long white cylinder of the vibrator in her hand. She climbed up onto the bed and laid down on her back, her legs spread slightly apart. The idea of being made love to by a woman made her cunt lips quiver with desire. I wonder if I should do it?

Val began to think about coming. She placed the vibrator down on the bed next to her, within easy reach. Her eyes closed, and she set her thoughts drifting, thinking languidly of fucking, hoping that some image would catch hold. Thoughts of men with long, fleshy cocks filled her fantasies. She thought of black men… of sperm spewing down her throat, pumping up into her pussy. Women excited her imagination, and she could feel their breasts against her belly, could feel the tender tickle of a tongue fanning between her cunt lips. Val's body trembled. She ran her hand down over the mound of her cunt and began to masturbate slowly.

Val fantasized that she was being made love to by Eddie, the young boy in Benson's Market, who delivered the groceries. Eddie was young and slender, no more than sixteen or seventeen, and more than once he had been the subject of Val's masturbatory fantasies. With tight, curly blond hair worn short, and a quick easy smile which would easily qualify as a boyish grin, the thought of Eddie's cock driving hard between her thighs made her pussy wet with anticipation. She suspected his cock was very long and slender, hard as only a young man's cock can be, probably capable of coming three or four times in succession without losing any of its eagerness. More than once she had suppressed the urge to grab him through his tight jeans whenever he made a delivery, and each time she didn't, she masturbated furiously the moment after he left, always sorry she hadn't. It had been a long time since she was really fucked, deeply, powerfully fucked, and her pussy ached for the thick, driving steel of an impatient young dick. As she masturbated, her pussy growing thoroughly wet, she imagined how it would feel to be plowed by Eddie.

Her fingertips slipped over the furry mound of her cunt, inserting themselves between the flap of her cunt lips. The flesh oozed stickily open, and the hard red button of her clitoris throbbed powerfully. Val slid her fingers down into the alit, all the way down until she pressed them into her pulsating clit. She began to masturbate, slowly at first, only gently, tenderly, and then faster and faster, pressing down hard, deep, until her pussy squished from the torrent of juices flowing out of her.

Excitement made her flesh tingle, her nipples stiffen with rigidity. Her legs spread further apart, lifting, bending at the knees, and she began to twist and grind her hips in lewd abandonment. The muscles in her ass tensed, her spine stiffened, arched up, as she began to hump her naked, leaking pussy against her swirling fingers. Small gasps and cries of pleasure escaped from her grimacing lips, and a film of perspiration coated her naked body. As her right hand worked round and round, winding her up toward orgasm, her left hand inched across the mattress toward the vibrator.

Eddie was eating her, and Val was going wild in shameless excitement. Her legs were thrown up over his muscular young shoulders, and she was humping her pussy in his face. She could feel his tongue lapping up and down between her cunt lips, stroking her from her asshole to her clitoris. Tight spasms of electric like pleasure surged through her each time he fucked his tongue up into her quivering hole. In her imagination, she reached down between her widely parted thighs and grasped Eddie's head, smearing her oozing pussy all over his face.

"Fuck me!" she moaned, two fingers drilling in and out of her spasming cunt hole. Wedging the tip of the vibrator under her ass, Val turned it on. It hummed in her hand as she picked it up, transferred hands, and pressed the shuddering tip between her cunt lips. "Fuck me, Eddie… fuck me!"

Holding the flap of her cunt lips open with the fingers of her left hand, Val worked the tip of the vibrator up and down her crotch. Beginning at her anus, working her right hand forward, she stroked the buzzing, prick like shaft down between the lips of her cunt. When she came to the entrance hole of her cunt, she inserted the tip of the instrument slightly into her, holding it in place by tensing her vaginal muscles, and by gripping it with her cunt lips. As the vibrator quivered, sending ripple like vibrations deep into her pussy, she got hotter and hotter; and her cunt got wetter and wetter. The vibrator began to slide in. She arched her hips up, squeezing her eyes tightly closed, and the vibrator continued to slither into her, without its ever being touched. Her cunt literally ate it up, swallowed it whole, until only the stubby white tip protruded between the widely curving lips of her cunt.

Eddie began to fuck her, very, very slowly. Inch by inch his cock slipped into her, his thick, round pink shaft, until it filled her completely with the most wonderful hardness she had ever experienced in her life. She arched her hips up to meet the downward plunge of his shaft, and her fingers moved automatically to the lump of her clitoris as she brought herself off.

"I'm coming!" Val moaned, flitting her clitoris with her fingernail, and ramming the vibrator savagely in and out of her cunt. "Fuck me Eddie… fuck me… oh God… I'm coming… oh."

The second time she came, Val lowered her legs, closed them, and let the vibrator hum her to orgasm. Buried deep inside her, setting up a aeries of vibrations which built steadily, inexorably, until she was coming again. The third time she came, instead of thinking about Eddie, she found herself fantasizing about her own husband. No matter what she did, she could no longer escape from their very serious problems. Sooner or later she knew she was going to have to do something about that.

CHAPTER TWO

The restaurant was on First Avenue, midtown, right on the corner. As if fixing it in his sights, the cabdriver aimed the taxi at its wide glass doors. With a squeal of acceleration, which signaled the light had changed from red to green, Doug was thrust back against the grimy vinyl seat. The cab leaped forward like a springing animal, darting out ahead of the heavy noontime traffic. In a straight diagonal line which took them from one side of First Avenue to the other, the driver brought his cab to a sudden, bone crunching standstill, directly in front of the restaurant.

Turning casually, the thick-faced driver grinned at Doug through the thick plastic partition which separated the front and rear of the cab.

"Buck eighty-five."

Doug exhaled tightly, but forced himself not to say anything. Be thankful you got here in one piece, he advised himself. From his wallet he took two one dollar bills, three dimes from the aide pocket of his jacket. He paid the driver, then slid across the seat toward the door. Before he reached it, the door swung open. Through the window he could see the uniform of the doorman from the restaurant.

"Thank you," Doug muttered, climbing from the taxi. He wondered if he was supposed to tip the doorman.

The early summer sun was exceptionally bright, and it made Doug squint. A wave of heat swelled up from the sidewalk, engulfing him.

The doorman turned, smiling vacantly, and nodded to a man and woman. They were standing just inside the restaurant, framed behind its large glass doors. Pushing open one of the doors, the man held it open for the woman as she followed him out. A long cool finger of air-conditioned air sliced through the humidity. Dressed in what was obviously expensive summer weight clothing, the couple smiled appreciatively at Doug, end then hurried past him, heading for his vacated cab. Over his shoulder, Doug could hear the doorman say: "Have a good day, Sir." He turned to see the man hand the doorman a dollar tip.

Guess that answers my question, he thought, hurrying. He pushed open the thick glass door and entered the restaurant.

Inside it was cool and dimly lit, and very, very crowded. He was aware of the murmur of muted voices and of clinking glasses. Filling in the background was a soft, almost colorless music. The stirring aroma of food reminded him that he was hungry, and that annoyed him. Squinting his eyes further, he looked for Val.

The restaurant was divided into two sections, and across the far wall on his left was a bar. It was solidly packed with mostly men and Doug was certain that if Val was there, she'd stand out. Nevertheless, he checked carefully, rust to be certain. NO Val.

The dining area was on the left, two steps down from the bar, very properly roped off behind heavy elegant drapery. At the base of the stairs, just to the left of a sea of men and women sitting at countless rows of tables, stood the maitre d'hotel. Doug headed for him, gazing across the faces of the eating people.

"I'm supposed to meet my wife for lunch."

"Your name, Sir?"

"Barstow…"

"Oh, yes, Mr. Barstow. Your wife told me to expect you. Let's see… she's sitting at…" – he consulted his floor plan – "… table twenty-three."

Doug looked for her. "If you could just point the way…"

"I'll have someone take you."

He called over a waiter, handed him a menu, and instructed him to take Doug to Val's table. Doug shook the maitre d'hotel's hand, slipping him two dollars for his effort. He followed the waiter through a twisting maze until they came to table twenty-three. Val was sitting there alone, reading the menu. In her right hand, her fingers wrapped around the tapered stem of her glass, was a half-consumed Manhattan.

"You're late," Val said, without looking up from the menu. "As usual."

"I didn't even know I was supposed to be here until twenty minutes ago. I was in meetings all morning."

"Would you care for a cocktail before your meal, Sir?" the waiter asked.

"A martini. Very dry."

"Madam?"

"What? Oh." Val looked up from her menu. "Just a second." She drained her drink, then handed the glass to the waiter. The menu consumed her interest again. "I'll have another, please."

"What is this all about?" Doug asked once the waiter had gone after their drinks. "Why are we meeting here?"

"For lunch, darling. For lunch."

"I know that," he snapped, a little too loudly. He lowered his voice quickly, looking around self-consciously at the people nearby. "Why are we having lunch?"

"So that we can talk – like civilized human beings, without ripping out each other's throat. We could hardly do that in this crowd could we?" Val turned the page in her menu, reading it as she spoke. "I guess we're going to be forced to rationally discuss things."

"Why here? It's so damned expensive."

"How typical," Val said, glancing up lust long enough to cast him a withering glare. "You're always so economical when it comes to my pleasures. Pretend I'm a business client, darling, and this is a business lunch. You could even pick up the tab and write it off as an expense. Make believe I'm not only just your wife."

Doug opened his mouth, looked around, and snapped off the end of a bread stick.

Behind the menu, Val smiled. "Aren't you going to look at your menu?"

"I know what I want to eat."

Val sighed. "Yes, I know; the same meal you always order. You've no sense of adventure, that's what's wrong with you. You're so predictable, rigid."

"I know what I like. Why shouldn't I have what I enjoy most?"

The waiter arrived with their drinks, distributing them with a fluid grace.

"Are you ready to order yet; Sir?"

"I am. But…" Doug glanced over at Val.

"I'll be a few more minutes."

"My wife likes to read the entire menu before ordering," Doug explained, his voice tight with frustration. He shook his head. "No, we're not quite ready yet. Thank you."

"It really bothers you, doesn't it," Val said, after the waiter had gone. She did not bother to look at her husband, but continued to read the menu. "The fact that I read over the entire menu before ordering really bothers you."

"It takes so damn long!" he protested, realizing how feeble the explanation seemed verbalized. For some reason he couldn't stand it when she did that. It just pissed him off. "It's annoying."

Although he couldn't read her passive expression, there was a quiver of tension in her carefully controlled voice.

"Well, unlike you, I enjoy experimenting with life and trying new things. I especially like to experiment with new foods. Whenever I have the opportunity to try something new, something exotic, I'm going to take it. And if that means reading through every menu I get before I order, then that's what I'm going to do. And if you don't like it, darling… well, that's just too bad."

Doug sipped his martini, refusing to let himself be drawn into another argument. The best way to handle it was to swallow his retort and, finally break the circular chain of bickering which would inevitably lead them directly into confrontation. This was certainly not the place for that, nor was it the day. He had a full afternoon of work ahead of him, and he would need a sound, clear head for that. He gulped his drink, his fingertips turning white as he gripped the glass.

"Are you ready to order?" he asked when Val finally placed the menu down at the side of their table.

"Yes. I'll have fish, I think."

Doug caught the waiter's attention, and they placed their orders. Doug ordered his usual: filet mignon, rare. He also ordered a second drink.

"Are you ready to talk now?" he asked.

"I think so," Valerie said, smiling, looking lovely in her shimmery green silken dress. "Are you ready to listen?"

Doug was instantly on the defensive. "Oh, is that how it's supposed to be? You do the talking and I do the listening?"

"Yes, that's exactly how it's going to be this time," Val said, her voice soft, yet quite forceful. Despite his objections, it commanded his attention. "This time I'm going to tell you how it's going to be, and what we're going to do. And if you don't like it, you're free to divorce me. We're heading in that direction anyhow. One of us has got to try and do something to stop it."

The realization sobered Doug. "Have things gotten that bad, Val? Are we really talking about divorce?"

She nodded her head. Her voice was sad and resigned. "I can't stand fighting any more, Doug. That's all we do. It's like living in a war zone, always tense, always on the defensive, waiting for the next assault." She shook her head. "I can't take it any longer. It's wearing me out until all I want to do is escape… get away from it. I can't live like this anymore. Thins are either going to change… or I'm leaving."

"This is not a bluff, is it? You're serious."

"Absolutely serious."

Doug exhaled. "All right, I'll listen."

Now that she had his attention, Val felt suddenly nervous, knowing as she did what she must say next. As always, when she was under pressure, the craving for a cigarette, the need to have something to do with her hands, was impossible to resist, and she felt betrayed when she realized she had already opened her purse and was rummaging through it. Defiantly she pulled out a fresh pack, opened it, and fumbled with the tightly packed cigarettes until she pulled one out, holding it by the tips of her fingernails. She put it in her mouth, and Doug lit it. Silence hung heavily between them. She exhaled.

"We have to get a separation," Val said.

"No."

"Doug…"

"Absolutely no," he affirmed, his voice rising.

The slow, silent movement of Val's eyes, glancing at the various people sitting at nearby tables, was enough to silence Doug's protests. She crushed out her cigarette with a grinding twist of her fingers.

"A separation, Doug," she said, the note of finality ringing loud and clear in her tone. "A trial one, as I'm trying to suggest, or a permanent one. At this point, that's the only choice you have to make."

He shook his head, dazed. "But I love you!"

"That's irrelevant. It's just as irrelevant as my telling you that I love you. So what? We still can't get along. Love has nothing to do with this."

"But Valerie…"

"You're not going to change my mind, so don't even try. I know what I must do. I've thought this out very carefully." While she spoke, her fingers moved restlessly across the table, arranging and rearranging the silverware. "If you would only let me tell you…"

"I'm sorry. Go ahead; I won't interrupt again."

"A separation," she continued, "in the form of separate vacations. Instead of us both going away together next month, we'll take separate vacations. I'll go somewhere by myself – Florida, maybe – and you can go wherever you want. No questions asked."

Doug looked up, and for a moment their eyes locked. A shiver went through him as he understood the full implications of Val's statement.

"Actually," Val said, her voice hedging nervously, "it will probably be very good for us… healthy for our marriage. We've been married six years, Doug – six years. It's about time that we've had a little break from each other."

"If you say so."

Val nodded firmly. "It will give us a chance to be completely on our own; give us the chance to think and work out our problems. It will help us to decide, Doug… decide if we want to stay married. What do you think?"

Doug shrugged helplessly. "Does it matter?"

Before Val had a chance to respond, the waiter reappeared with their food. They ate in silence.

CHAPTER THREE

"Put the bags on the bed."

Carrying two suitcases and an overnight bag, the bellboy managed to unlock the door without putting anything down. He hurried past Val into the room, dropping the luggage onto an enormous king-size mattress. Then he went around the bed and opened the curtain which completely covered the far wall. The curtain revealed a large double glass door, a balcony beyond, and a breathtaking view of a white sandy beach and the wide blue Atlantic Ocean beyond that. Bright clear Florida sunshine slashed in, giving the room a false cheeriness.

"The air conditioner and controls," the bellboy said, pointing, his voice lilting with a noticeable Spanish accent, "are over there, on the wall."

He walked back past Val again, toward the door. On the right side of the room there was another door, leading into the bathroom. He opened the door, leaned in and switched on the light.

"Will that be all?" he asked.

"Yes." As he turned to leave, Val called out. "Wait. There is something else."

He turned back toward Val expectantly, his dark, deep eyes glistening with awareness. Long black wavy hair framed his young, handsome face. The grin which wrinkled his thick, sensual lips was lopsided, purposely sexy, she guessed, revealing strong white teeth. She judged him to be in his early twenties, but maybe he was younger.

"Yes?" he asked.

"What is your name?"

"Luis."

"Here, Luis, this is for you." She handed him a five dollar tip. "Thank you."

His eyes glistened when he saw the money, and the grin widened into a genuinely pleased smile. He nodded firmly to Val.

"Thank you very much, Miss."

"That's Mrs. I'm married."

"Oh. Well, thank you very much, Mrs.," he continued to thank her, even as she led him to the door and urged him out into the hallway. "If you need anything, Mrs., you just call for Luis."

"Thank you." Val closed the door.

The room was a long, wide rectangle, the sliding glass doors and view of the ocean at one end, the door to the hotel room at the other end. On the floor was a thick shag rug, bright ornate, matching the orange and brown curtains which covered the far wall. The huge bed was the central object on the left side of the room, taking up most of the wall. Flanking it on both sides were two end tables with unmatched lamps. Across from the bed was a wall of dressers, all low and modern, except for the last piece which had a mirror. There was a television on one of the dressers, and Val switched it on. Color.

On one of the end tables she saw the telephone, and remembered her promise to Bev back home. When she arrived safely in Miami, she was supposed to call up Bev – asking for herself – so that Bev would know everything was all right. Kicking her shoes off, Val pushed aside one of the suitcases, and sat down on the bed. On the telephone there was a complicated list of instructions for making cabs, but she was in no mood to read it. She picked up the receiver and dialed the operator.

"Operator, I'd like to place a long distance call, person-to-person, to…"

"You can dial that directly, you know."

"Yes, operator, I realize that." Val sighed with exasperation. "Would you please place the call for me anyway. It's a long distance, person-to-person call to a Mrs. Beverly Adamson, Long Island, New York."

"One moment, please."

While she was waiting for the call to go through, Val opened the wide, deep drawer of the night table on which the telephone rested. Inside was a handful of pamphlets for tourist attractions, some post cards and stationery from the hotel, and a Bible. She pushed the drawer closed with her knee.

"Hi, Bev, it's me!" Val cried out, glad to hear a familiar voice. Bev was arguing with the operator, trying to tell her that Mrs. Valerie Barstow was not in at the moment. She was so intent on following instructions that she failed to realize Val had asked for her instead of herself, as they planned. "Beverly, it's me – Val."

"Val?" Bev's voice sounded confused. "But I thought we weren't…"

The operator whined nasally.

"Take the call, Bev," Val insisted. "I'll explain in a second."

A moment later, Beverly was on the line alone, without the operator. "What's the matter, Val? Was the plane delayed or something?"

"What do you mean? I'm calling you from Florida. I'm in my hotel room right now."

"But you sound so clear," Bev insisted. "The way you sound whenever I speak to you on the phone. How could it be that you're there already? What have I been home from the airport for, an hour? An hour an a half? How could you get to Florida so quick?"

"Two hours and twenty-five minutes, Bev, from Kennedy to the airport here in Miami. Figure another half hour to get from the airport to the hotel. It's been – what?" She consulted her watch. "A little bit more than three hours since I took off."

"That's amazing. I can't believe it. You sound so close!" Bev thought for a moment.

"Say, how come you asked for me? I thought you were supposed to…"

"I felt like talking to somebody. All of a sudden I felt all alone in the world. It was a little spooky, I guess. There are good and bad things about being on your own, as I'm about to find out, I suspect."

"So tell me: how was the flight? How is it down there? What's the weather like?"

Val grinned. "The flight was spectacular. Oh, God, it was so beautiful – the sky, the clouds. So blue the sky was, and the clouds – like cotton. It was breathtaking, especially when we broke through the clouds when we were going to land. You could see everything – green patches of fields, rivers, wiggly highways with tiny little cars on them, everything. You know how it looks in the movies? Well, that's just the way it was. Beautiful."

Bev sounded excited. "You lucky dog," she said, forgetting herself, then remembering too late. She paused awkwardly, then tried to steer the conversation another way. "Uh, weren't you frightened or anything?"

"No, not at all. There was, hardly any sensation of motion at all. It was like riding on a giant elevator."

"I hate flying. It just scares the hell out of me."

Val found herself rubbing her hands up and down over her thighs and knees. She found a small stain on the skirt of her dress, and she scratched at it with her fingernail.

"Say, have you heard anything from Doug?" she asked.

"From Doug? Why would he get in touch with me?"

Val shifted on the bed. "No reason. I just thought that maybe – you know. Being next door neighbors and all, I just thought you might have noticed – something…"

"No, I haven't seen Doug at all."

"You didn't notice if the car was in the driveway, did you?"

"No. Do you want me to look?"

"No, no, that's all right," she quickly said. Val laughed nervously. "Say, you didn't happen to notice whether he's received any visitors? Any female visitors?"

"That I would have noticed," Bev said. "If you want, I'll keep an eye open and let you know."

Val shook her head. "No, don't bother." She felt foolish, embarrassed. "I don't think I really want to know anyhow."

Bev sounded sympathetic. "Yeah, I know what you mean. He didn't tell you – uh – where he was going to spend his vacation, did he?"

"No, he didn't. No questions, asked, at all. I was just… wondering. Curious, that's all."

"Yeah, I know."

"But, God, you should see Miami. It's beautiful. And it's changed so much since I was here last. That was on our honeymoon," she added thoughtfully.

"Yeah, I'll bet it is. Probably all built up and everything. And crowded, I'll bet. Say; you never told me how it was down there, the weather and all. Is it hot? Sunny?"

"When we landed," Val said, grateful to have something neutral to talk about, "the pilot announced the temperature. Eighty-three."

"Sonofabitch, and here it's already over ninety. And humid! Makes you feel like you want to peel your skin right off. I hate summer."

"It's beautiful here. A cool breeze blowing in from the ocean. I can see the beach from my window. In fact, I'm looking at it right now. The sea is very, very blue up to a point, then it turns a deep, bright green. Really, it's quite spectacular."

For some reason, the conversation lapsed into a long silence, and Val found herself staring out through the glass doors, looking at the beach. The ocean was rolling in noiselessly, foamy white bubbles breaking off the tops of waves, and hundreds of bathers splashed and swam and littered the endless stretch of bleached sand. Everything looked so faraway and small, as if none of it had anything at all to do with her life. She felt cut off from them, cut off from the rest of the world.

"How you feeling?" Bev asked finally.

The sound of her voice brought Val back. "Oh, all right, I guess. As well as can be expected. It's too soon, really, to feel any different."

"It must be rough."

Val shrugged philosophically. "But necessary. I guess there's not much I can do about it. I've just got to think; get my head right. Then – who knows?"

"Are you scared?"

"A little. But – it's exciting. Really, it is. It's like I'm on this great adventure. For the first time in six years, Bev, I'm on my own. Nobody there next to me, no Doug to count on. It's scary… but exciting."

Bev giggled knowingly. "Meet any… men yet?"

Val flushed with pride. "No, but I got flirted with three times. That's something that hasn't happened in years. Being on your own can do wonders for a woman's ego."

"Three times! Tell me about them."

Val shrugged it off. "Oh, it was nothing big. The man next to me on the airplane, some salesman for a publishing house, he invited me out to dinner…"

"Are you going to go?"

"No. Don't be silly."

"What about the other two?"

"At the airport a soldier or marine tried to pick me up. He wanted to help me with my luggage. The other one was, the cabdriver who took me from the airport. He kept on telling me he'd drive me around Miami for free. Only the kind of driving he was talking about you don't do in a cab."

"Are you going to – do anything?"

Val smiled. "Do anything?"

"You know what I mean. You know… if you meet the right guy, are you gonna… mess around? I mean, Doug would never know, right?"

"I haven't thought that far in advance," Val lied. "But, I guess, if I met the right man – why not? No questions asked."

"Lucky bitch," Bev said, then remembered again. Her mood changed from envy to compassion. "Val, are you sure you're doing the right thing? This is such a big step."

"I'm sure, Bev," Val said, standing and stretching. She walked over to the glass doors, put her face right up against the cool glass, and stared out at the silent beach down below. The wire from the telephone tugged at her ear, like a link with the past, trying to draw her back. "I feel very positive about this decision. It's the right one. I have to find out if I still love Doug. And, more important, I have to know if I still want to be married to him."

Beverly sighed. "Good luck, darlin'. I just have this terrible feeling you're gonna need it."

Val turned her back to the beach, walking back into the room, the twisted wire of the telephone curling across the shaggy orange rug. She stood in front of the night table, looking down at the telephone.

"Say, I'd better be hanging up," Val said, smiling wistfully. "I'm really not next door, you know. This is going to cost me a fortune."

"Yes?"

"Call me if you need me… please. It doesn't matter what time it is – just call."

"Thanks, Bev. I'll keep it in mind. I'd better hang up. Say hello to Ernie for me. And the kids."

Valerie hung up, and for two or three minutes she did nothing but stare down at the telephone. She was very aware of the silence filling up her room. It had a texture, and in her thoughts, in her imagination, she felt as if she could touch it, could feel it rubbing between her fingers. She picked up the telephone and dialed the Front Desk.

"Hello, this is Mrs. Barstow in room…" – from the bed, where she'd thrown it, she picked up the room key – "… 947. I just checked in a few moments ago, and I seem to have misplaced my room key. Would you send me up another, please… Thank you… oh, by the way, there was a very nice young man who helped me with my luggage – Luis is his name… Yes, that's him. If he's available, would you have him bring the key to me. I'd like to give him the rest of his tip… Yes. Thank you… I'll be waiting."

CHAPTER FOUR

"I've never been to a massage parlor before," Doug said, closing the door behind him. "This is my first time ever."

She was young, in her early twenties, with short, platinum blonde hair, and high, full tits straining at the material of her negligee. Except for panties, which were clearly outlined under the loose, flowing transparent material, she was naked under the nightgown, her nipples fat and long and pink. Her tits swayed as she moved, like two huge, slow moving waves, and they had immediately caught his attention when he'd come in.

Doug had never thought of himself as a tit man, and could never understand why some men raved about big-breasted women. To him, a small, firm, shapely breast was infinitely more desirable and erotic. In fact, the only reason he'd given her a second look even was that she, in every way, was an almost complete physical opposite of Val. Flashy blonde hair, pale blue eyes, bright pink complexion, there was nothing about her to remind him of his wife. The last person in the world he wanted to be reminded of that night was his wife.

"Is it really?" she asked, her voice light and giggly. "Oh, I don't believe you. You're just saying that."

"No, it's true. This really is my first time."

The room they had entered was depressingly Spartan. The floor was bare and the walls were naked. Beside a chair, the bed was the only other piece of furniture in the room. From the ceiling, dangling on an electric cord, was a single light bulb, switched on, casting out a harsh naked light and stark, elongated shadows.

She sat on the edge of the thin, saggy mattress, appraising Doug with a detached coolness. "How come? Are you gay?"

Doug smiled at the unintended irony. "Hardly. Not in any sense of that word."

"So how come you're here?"

"My wife's on vacation," he said, smiling drunkenly. "We're taking separate vacations."

The young blonde woman grinned. "Oh, I see. While the cat's away…"

Doug shrugged indifferently. "Something like that. She's in Florida. Flew down this morning."

"Leaving you all by your lonesome. I know how it is, baby." She patted the side of the bed next to her. "Come over here and sit next to me. April knows how to cheer you up."

"Is that your real name?" Doug asked, weaving slightly as he navigated the swaying floor. He crossed the room and sat next to her on the bed, their knees touching. "April, I mean. Is that your real name?"

Her eyes grew small and hard. "Why do you want to know?"

"No reason." Doug, laughed to himself at her suspicions. He wondered if she thought he was a cop. "Just curious. You don't have to answer."

Her lips were full and pouty, and from the angle at which her head was tilted, he could tell she was thinking. Strands of her short blonde hair hung over her ear, and she tugged on them with her fingers, an unconscious nervous gesture, as if she were trying to make the hair longer. The tips of her fingernails were long and pointed, painted a bright, gaudy red.

"No, it's not," she said finally. Long dark lashes fluttered across her pale blue eyes. "It's a professional name. But you can call me April."

Doug laughed once, loudly. "All right, April."

"What's your name?" she countered.

"Douglas. But no one ever calls me that except my mother. And even then I hate it. Call me Doug."

"Is that your real name?" April asked, grinning playfully. "Most of the men who visit me are called John."

"Huh? What?" Doug ran his tongue around his dry, cracked lips. "Oh, I get it now. A joke. That's a joke." He thought about it for a moment. "You know, it's really not very funny."

"What can I tell you? That's the best I can do at three in the morning."

He blinked once, twice, as if the thought were dull and slow moving, sinking down into his consciousness. His eyebrows knitted together as his brow wrinkled, the tip of his tongue sticking up from the corner of his mouth.

"Three in the morning?" he echoed. He looked at his wristwatch, trying to focus his eyes. "Is it really that late?"

"Actually, it's after three; probably closer to three-thirty. Time really flies when you're having a good time."

"Three o'clock." Doug shook his head. "Say, what time does this place close up?"

"Relax. We're open twenty-four hours. All night long."

"Oh." He thought for a moment. "Do much business in the middle of the night?"

"If we did, do you think I'd be sitting here talking to you. I'd be hustling my ass off. You're only my second tonight. That's since midnight."

"Business always so slow?"

April shook her head. "Naw, it's this Goddamn economy. Believe me, the crunch is being felt all the way around. Christ, I think half of my regulars are staying home to fuck their wives."

Doug sighed. "My wife's in Florida. Miami Beach. Did I tell you we were taking separate vacations?"

"Yeah, yeah, you did. You don't look so thrilled by it, frankly. Most guys I meet would be tickled pink to be in your shoes. No fun to party alone, is it?"

"It's lonely."

"So's life."

Doug nodded in agreement. "It is, you know. It really is. I figured tonight would be a blast, you know what I mean? I'm staying in a hotel for a week, by myself, free to come and go as I choose: you'd think I'd be excited about it. I've got the whole city to prowl around in. I went to a couple of adult book stores, bought six or seven of those dirty newspapers, I even saw two porn films! I'm very drunk, I've smoked three joints, and I went to a topless bar. Christ, I even went to a swingers bar. So how come I'm feeling like this?"

"What can I tell you?"

Doug shook his head. "Do you know what all that stuff is? Masturbation."

"So you came here?"

"So I came here."

April rubbed her fingers suggestively up the inside of his thighs. "I can make you happy, baby."

"Can you?"

She touched his erect cock, stroking him through his pants. "I can at least make you forget you're sad. For a little while."

Doug smiled. "That's the best offer I've had all night."

He leaned over and kissed April. The prostitute did not try to stop him, but she did nothing to encourage him either. No passion, no flicker of interest moved past her lips. It was like kissing something dead.

"Don't do that, please."

Doug touched his hand to his lips. "Oh. I'm sorry. I don't know what – yes, I, uh – I'm sorry."

April smiled. "That's okay."

"I…"

"You've got to pay me before we can do any thing else."

"How much?"

April stood up and began to undress, moving with an automatic weariness, as functional and unerotic as eating a bologna sandwich. She pulled her transparent nightgown up over her head, the hem of the material catching under the pendulous weight of her tits, causing them to flap as she drew the garment off. Her flesh was pale, bulging slightly over the waistband of her panties. She hooked her fingers into the top of her panties and stripped them down her ample thighs. The hair on her pussy was mousy brown, straggly and dry, looking like scrub. She scratched her pussy as she answered Doug's question.

"Depends on what you want. The usual – you know, half and half – will cost your forty. That's down ten bucks from last year."

"Half and half?" Doug looked at her cunt, wondering how tight it would feel wrapped around his cock. He knew it would feel different than it did when he fucked Val, and that excited him. He wanted to eat her whore's pussy, he wanted to stick his tongue up into her totally violated twat. "What does that mean?"

April looked surprised. "I guess this really is your first time. Half and half is – first I French you, then we fuck."

A shiver went through him. "Oh. That sounds… good. And anything else, I guess, would be…"

"Extra; that's right." She pinched his cock with her expert, teasing fingertips. "You gotta pay me first."

"Yes. Of course." Doug stood, sliding his hand into his pants pocket. He purposely had left his wallet at the hotel, to keep from being identified if anything went wrong, but he'd brought enough money for any possibility. He pulled off two twenties from his bankroll, while his hand was still in his pocket, so that April would never see exactly how much he had with him. The bills were new and crisp and it excited him to feel her fingertips touch his as he handed the money to her. His cock was throbbing powerfully, and he touched himself. "Now what?"

"Now you've got to undress."

He did, stripping his clothing off with a kind of numbed detachment. Feeling vaguely absurd, he stood, completely naked except for his black, knee-high socks, while April inspected his stiff member. She pulled his thick hot cock up and down several times, looked at the glans, and pinched open the pee hole.

Apparently satisfied, she said: "All right. Now lay down on your back on the bed. You're about to get your money's worth."

In place, April began to suck his cock. Propping the lumpy pillow under his head, Doug lay on his back, legs spread wide apart, and he watched her. She sat next to him on the bed, with her broad pink back to him, and she bent over his belly. He watched her tongue slither from between her lips, lick several times up and down over the head of his cock, and then gather the shaft into her mouth, sinking herself down to the base of his hard-on. Hot and wet, her saliva bathed his rigid flesh, and Doug found himself closing his eyes in pleasure, thrusting his hips upward as he began pumping his prick in and out. A tingly feeling spread across his groin, and he began to moan softly.

Reaching out for her, Doug ran his hand down her sweaty back, down to her ass. He thrust his fingers in between the cheeks of her ass, then inched further under her until he was between her thighs. Fingering her from underneath, he could feel her grinding the oozing lips of her pussy all over his hand while her lips pumped erotically up and down around his cock.

"Sit on my face while you eat me," he instructed, trying to lift her. "I want to lick your pussy!"

Saliva trickled from her lips. "I don't usually do that. But maybe for an extra…"

"How much?"

"Ten."

"Five!"

April sat on his face. Straddling his head with her meaty thighs, leaning over him while she sucked his cock, she crushed her pussy into Doug's mouth. He could feel her cunt lips smearing its wetness onto his face, and the powerful reeking randiness of her slit nearly smothered him. Licking her all over, he almost came from wondering how many men had spewed their sperm into the tight channel his tongue was reaming. He could almost taste their pungency.

After that they fucked, and probably because he was so stoned and drunk, Doug had trouble coming. Unlike when that happened with Val, instead of putting him under a lot of pressure, he found the affliction a benefit. He kept on getting hotter and hotter, more and more turned on.

"Let me fuck you up the ass," he said.

"No, I don't do that."

He ground his cock deeply into her cunt. "How much?"

"I…"

Again he thrust. "Fifty? More?"

"What?"

"Seventy-five?" His cock throbbed and swelled.

"Are you serious?"

"A hundred. I'll pay you one hundred dollars to let me fuck you up the ass."

April climbed off him, her eyes glistening. "Give me the money first."

Doug paid her. She counted the money carefully, then put it in the small purse she carried with her. Her nipples were long and pink and stiff, and he could tell she was genuinely excited. Whether it was caused by the money he'd paid her, or by the novelty of what he was about to do to her, he could not tell. Nor did he care. All he wanted to do was fuck her up her ass.

"Lick it first," April instructed, bending over the bed, assuming the position. "And stick your tongue all the way up inside my asshole. Get it very wet, with a lot of saliva. I'm not used to this."

Doug did as she told him, and moments later, his cock was buried between the cheeks of her ass. He drove himself deeply in and out of her rectum, his tense balls dangling against her wet, runny cunt. Because it was the one thing Val had always refused to do for him, and because it had caused him one hundred dollars to get, he could feel himself building toward a powerful orgasm. As he began to come, his lava like discharge erupting into her grinding rump, he began to think about Val. In his imagination, he was fucking her up the ass.

CHAPTER FIVE

Faced with the choice between using the hotel's Olympic-sized swimming pool, or going to the beach, Val opted for the beach. This time she was determined to get herself it genuine Miami Beach suntan. She remembered with mild amusement what had happened the first time she had visited Florida. On their honeymoon, she and Doug had been in Florida almost two weeks before they went to the beach. And then it had been on their last day, just before they flew back to rainy New York. The combination of a string of rainy days, their enthusiasm for sight-seeing, and their own eagerness to fuck as much as possible, kept them away from the beach until the last possible moment. In order to make up for lost time, they spent the entire day at the beach, and came home with second-degree burns.

It wasn't going to happen again. This time Val was going to get a real tan – slowly and safely. She planned to visit the beach twice each day, at a minimum, beginning with halfhour stretches in the sun, and gradually building up to staying out for several hours. She even carried a portable timer with her, setting it for fifteen minute intervals, so that she would get a full, rounded tan, on all sides.

Her most determined effort to achieve that goal, and her deepest secret, was thrillingly daring. Val had bought a very brief, very audacious, string bikini, a few flimsy pieces of paper-thin material literally hung together by strings. A good sneeze was all there was between being very bold and being stark naked. It did not surprise her in the least, even as things were between them, that the bikini was the last thing she wanted Doug to know about. She had it made to order in secret, she paid for it with her own money, and she hid it away inside of her ordinary one-piece bathing suit when she packed. If Doug had ever seen it, she would have been mortified, embarrassed beyond belief. The bikini was her one concession to her vanity.

Bright green, a striking combination for her complexion and hair color, she looked stunning in it when she tried it on. Val stared at herself in the mirror, at the soft, ample fullness of her tits, clearly visible, at the vee-shaped triangle of green cloth which barely covered the dark brown patch of her pubic triangle, and she could hardly believe it was she in the mirror. She looked so damned sexy it made her feel sexy. Without any question, she'd be walking around all day with a drippy crotch if she wore the bathing suit on the beach – if she had the nerve to wear it, which she was beginning to doubt. The bathing suit would be a walking advertisement of her intent. She just wished her intentions weren't so obvious.

Breakfast of bacon and eggs, juice, toast and coffee was sent up by room service, and Val ate it hungrily, surprised at her appetite. After devouring her meal, she was ready for the beach. She gathered her equipment, including a pair of dark sunglasses, and Val was ready to go. At the last minute she conceded to her more conservative instincts, and she slipped on a terry cloth beach jacket. Feeling guilty, but somewhat reassured, she nevertheless vowed to take the jacket off once she found a place on the sand to sun her body. As long as she was essentially free to do whatever she wanted, she might as well go all the way. After all, that was why she was there.

The sun was very hot even though there was a constant, steady breeze cooling her off. She could feel the biting sting of the heat during those infrequent intervals when the breeze stopped blowing. Then the heat would drape her in a stifling, smothering cloud of humidity. Fortunately, these moments were rare, and most of the time she was comfortable, her long dark brown hair billowing out behind her. Even when she could feel the baking, oven like heat of the sand underfoot, the cool, steady wind, blowing in from across the vast stretch of blue-green ocean, licked her almost naked body with its cold tongue, sending shivers of excitement and delight up her spine.

I feel so free! she thought, her flesh tingling at the touch of the wind. All of a sudden, it seemed like spring again. She remembered the time when she was nineteen, on a camping trip with a girlfriend in the woods. They were all alone, and it began to rain softly, the sunlight and rain filtering through the green summer leaves like a mist. Without a word, the two girls had stripped all their clothing off, and ran through the woods, stark naked, their supple young bodies glistening with the clean rain. It felt like that again. Free!

Staggering across the crowded beach, thinking that it didn't seem this crowded six years ago, Val looked for a place to spread her blanket. Still feeling anxious about her bikini, she decided a reasonably secluded spot might serve her best. But not too secluded. She did, after all, want to reap some of the benefits of her daring.

She found a place, three-quarters of the way down the beach, a hundred or so yards from the water's edge. Not that she had any intention of actually bathing in her bathing suit. One good-sized wave, and she'd be in big trouble. Her string bikini was strictly for the beach, and for the benefit and edification of her nearby male neighbors. And there were many of them, as Val had been so careful to make certain there were. After all, that was why she bought the damned thing.

Val spread her blanket, already aware of their eyes probing her with casual interest. Not yet daring to bend over to fix the corners of her blanket, she pressed them down with her foot, then anchored them with several of the other things she was carrying with her. After that, there wasn't much else to do but take off her beach jacket. Which she did.

A thrill went through her, and her cunt throbbed. Deep inside of her, Val could feel a wetness creeping down in her cuntal channel. She tried to ignore it, just as she tried to ignore the whistles and cries and grunts of pleasure which rose up around her. In her thoughts, she was cool and aloof to it all. She stood there, posing unconsciously, her modeling instincts instantly guiding her, staring out at the ocean, trying to pretend to be thinking about going for a swim. Of course she would decide against it, and she turned her back on the Atlantic, arranging herself on the blanket.

The sun felt warm on her almost naked flesh, and tiny droplets of sweat began to gather in the folds and creases of her body. Inside her loins, a fire was raging, and she could feel the wetness seeping out between the thick lips of her pussy. She was terrified that her excitement would betray her and leave a dark telltale stain in the crotch of her bikini. Anyone looking up between her legs would see it… and know. It was bad enough that her tits felt hard and swollen, and her nipples pushed up thickly through the clinging green material, so obvious she might as well be topless. Her clitoris throbbed like a toothache, sending shivers of excitement shooting down her widely spread thighs.

Setting the timer; Val lay first on her back, face up, with her eyes closed tightly. When it rang, dutifully, she turned over on her belly, with the almost naked cheeks of her ass fully exposed, and reset the timer. With her face buried in the crook of her arm, and the warm heat of the sun dancing on her back, she waited for something to happen. She began to doze.

"Excuse me, uh. May I borrow your…"

Val started awake, the unexpected sound of a voice snapping her back like a rubber band. She made a soft sound with her lips, a sound of surprise, a sound of dismay, as she lifted her sweaty forehead up from her sweaty arm. The first thing she did was look at the timer, which was still ticking, proving she had only slept for a few minutes at the most. The next thing she did was turn to her right, craning her neck, staring up through her sunglasses with squinting eyes into the bright brilliant sunlight.

"Yes?"

The man standing next to her, with his toes almost touching the edge of her blanket, loomed like a giant above her. His shoulders were wide, his chest broad, with a flat, narrow belly which tapered down into a brief European bikini bathing suit. Of course, Val couldn't make out any of these details, her eyes too gritty with sleep, the sun behind the man so that his entire body was like a tall, elongated shadow. The sun was just above his shoulder, radiating out with sharp, glittering luster, making it seem as if the man had a halo.

"I'm sorry to disturb you," he said, his voice a rich, deep masculine baritone. "But it seems that I've forgotten my suntan lotion. I was just wondering if I might…"

"I don't have any."

"What?"

"I don't have any. I'm sorry."

"Shit."

"I beg your pardon," Val said, adjusting her sunglasses on her nose.

Curious and open to possibility, Val sat up on the blanket, trying to assess the situation. Coming unexpectedly as it did, with her half asleep, she felt at a decided disadvantage. Also, her bikini had wiggled up on her, revealing the firm, milky-white expanses of her tits, and a dark brown crimp of pubic hair. Tugging the material down, oozing herself back into the bathing suit as unobtrusively as possible, Val drew her leg up, hiding behind it.

"Are you always so rude?" she asked.

"Huh? What do you – oh!" The man shook his head vigorously from side to aide, looking deeply embarrassed. "Oh. I'm sorry. I didn't mean that for you. I mean, I did, but not the way – oh, shit. I mean…" He sighed. "Oh, the hell with it."

By the time he finished floundering around, Val was close to laughter. "Whatever are you talking about?" she asked, trying to suppress the giggle in her voice.

He shrugged majestically, his broad, bronzed shoulders heaving high, and he slumped down, crumpling into the sand on his knees, half sitting on Val's blanket. Resting his hands on his closed, muscular thighs, his sparkling blue eyes were downcast and abject. Tanned all over his trim, athletic frame, his taut flesh was the color of deep, rich wood. Except for his eyes, and the crimson boldness of his brief bathing suit, he was solid brown, right up to his sun bleached, platinum white hair. He wore it in a loose shag, limp with wetness, glistening as the sunlight caught in the tiny droplets of ocean water. The first thing Val noticed about him was that he was breathtakingly handsome. The next thing she noticed was the long, thick lump his tightly fitting bathing suit accented.

"I've really made a botch of this," he said, shaking his head, not daring to confront Val with his half-lidded eyes. "I feel like a fool."

"What about?" Val asked, intrigued. There was a flutter in the pit of her stomach, the kind of flutter she remembered getting when she was a girl in high school, and a kind of suppressed giggling excitement. She tried to remember how to act; it seemed so long ago, part of another life. "What is it that you are trying so hard to say."

"God, I feel like a rank amateur. Worse. I feel like a teenager." He sighed again, shrugged, and exhaled.

"Well?"

"Believe it or not…" – he tilted his head to the side like a puppy dog, grinning dumbly, squinting – "… I was trying to pick you up."

Val's cunt lips quivered. "I had that feeling. But I couldn't quite follow your technique. I kept wondering what you were doing. What were you doing, by the way?"

He settled himself onto the blanket, as if staking a claim. Sitting with his legs crossed, probably sitting that way on purpose, Val was very much aware of how thick and long his cock seemed in that tiny bathing suit he was stuffed into. Although she couldn't be sure, she didn't think he had a hard-on yet, which was very encouraging. Her tall, handsome visitor was very well hung.

"I was trying to think of a way of speaking to you," he confessed. "You know, trying to find something to say to you. Some excuse or reason to come over here."

"And?"

He looked up, flashing her a dazzling white grin. "The first thing I thought of was the suntan lotion. I figured I could come over here and ask to borrow your suntan lotion. I had it all figured out what I was going to say to you – and then what you'd say to me – and then what I'd say back… and so on. I had it all rehearsed. And – let me tell you – some of it was very clever and witty."

"The mistake I made, however – and it was only a small one – was that I hadn't planned on what I'd say if you said you didn't have any suntan lotion. I hadn't even thought about that. I figured everybody brought suntan lotion to the beach, especially in Miami. So, when you said no, I had absolutely nothing to say back. I was dumb-founded. I had this great – brilliant, in fact! – line all prepared… and you went and fucked it up for me." He shrugged. "So I said shit."

Pleased, Val smiled. "I see."

He looked up at her, a look of perplexity lining his handsome face. "How come you didn't bring the suntan lotion?"

Val blushed. "I forgot."

"Jesus."

Val parried, already deeply into their unspoken boy-girl game. "You should talk. Not even a back-up plan. How confident you must be."

"Ah, but there you're wrong." He wiggled his index finger at her, his blue eyes twinkling with mischief, the grin across his lips full of self-congratulatory mirth. "I did have a contingency plan."

"Oh?"

"Yup."

Val shifted, stretching her leg out in front of her. The crotch of her bathing suit was soaked through, uncomfortable against her flesh, the material pushed up in between the lips of her cunt. She wanted to fix it, to pull it out, but she dared not touch herself there. Not yet, anyhow.

"Well, what was it?" she asked.

"We're doing it now."

"What?"

"My back-up plan was to tell you I had no back-up plan." He was grinning from ear to ear, obviously very proud of himself. "Sounds dumb, I know. But it works. We've been talking now for almost five minutes. Guess you can say it worked, huh?"

Val broke into laughter, despite her attempts at control. "You tricked me!"

He shrugged. "What am I gonna do, right? You think I'm going to let a lovely young thing like you get away from me? No way. I knew we had to talk about something, so…"

Lovely young thing. The compliment made Val's cunt tingle. "Thank you."

"Huh?"

Val shook her head. "Nothing."

He smiled at her. "So?"

"So what?"

"So are you picked up?"

Val thought for a moment, looking at his thick muscular arms, his classically handsome face, and at the enormous surprise his tiny bikini bathing suit promised. She didn't once think about her husband. As far as Doug was concerned, he didn't even exist anymore.

"Yes, I guess I am."

"Good. What's your name?"

"Val. What's yours?"

"Barney. Barney Gordon."

Val shifted her position on the blanket, wondering what would come next, excited beyond belief at the range of possibilities. One of them, logically the least probable, could easily materialize if she had the courage to make it do so. Ironically, it was the one she desired most, and that, more than anything, made her burn with lust. Could she do it? she wondered. Could she say the words?

"Well," Val asked, smiling leisurely, soaking in the sun, a quaking, agitated mass of jelly inside, "what happens now?"

"Depends."

"On what?"

"On a lot of things."

"Such as?"

"Are you free for dinner this evening?"

"Yes."

"That's one of them."

"And?" The game was driving her mad, and Val twisted the blanket tightly in her hands. Why couldn't she say it?

"And are you free… after dinner?" Barney grinned self-consciously, wondering if he'd overstepped that very fine line in the delicate game they were engaged in. But she seemed so eager!

"Yes," Val said, her throat tight, her palms sweaty. She managed a smile. "In fact, I'm… free right now."

Barney sighed. "In that case, we can go to my room. If you don't mind."

Val was so aroused, she felt literally on the brink of orgasm. She had forgotten, completely forgotten, how much more to sex there was than fucking. She loved it, every instant of it, and she devoured it with ravenous appetite. The blood pounded in her temples, and her entire body tingled with anticipation.

"No," she said; playing her trump card. The flicker of uncertainty which rippled across Barney's face made her asshole tighten and her cunt catch and release. Val licked her tongue around her grinning lips. "We can go to my room. It's closer."

The game was over.

"Oh… I'm coming!" Val moaned. "Oh… oh… I'm coming again… again… oh ohhhh!"

Barney, the expert professional stud that he was, had already made Val come three times, and he hadn't even taken his cock out of his bathing suit yet. He had his technique down to a science: soften them up with a good pussy licking, make them come three or four times, then whip it out, all hard and thick, ready to fuck. By then, most of them were out of their minds with lewdness. And, after he'd fucked them, and made them come a few more times, they were always incredibly grateful… and generous.

Really, he thought, his tongue lapping up and down between the thick hairy lips of Val's pussy, it wasn't such a bad life. No matter what anybody says.

"Oh; God… eat me, baby! Eat me!" Val, squeezing her tits, between her hands, crushing them together, pinching the nipples, then ran both hands down over her belly, until she was cupping her cunt. She could feel Barney's tongue slithering up and down; wetting her fingers with his warm saliva, warming her hands with his hot, snorting breath. She pinched into her slippery flesh, trying to urge another orgasm up and out of her tortured body. In a sudden, spontaneous moment, prompted by her most depraved sexual fantasy flitting across her thoughts, she grabbed onto Barney's head with both hands, and crushed her cunt up into his face. Wrapping her thighs around his neck, she arched her back and humped herself onto his thick, driving tongue. She began to moan again. "Oh, God – lick me… lick me… eat my pussy… I'm going to come again… again… ohhh – oh!"

With the smell of her oozing slit reeking powerfully in his nostrils, Barney stroked his thick, pointed tongue up and down between her cunt lips. He lapped her from the quivering hole of her anus to the top of her clitoris, stopping at her entrance hole to ram his tongue up inside of her. When he did that, Val would quiver all over, moan loudly, and clench her vaginal muscles so that he could feel her pussy tightening against his face. Fucking her with his tongue, hammering it deeply inside of her, flitting it from side to side, he quickly slipped it out, and pulled it up to her clit and began caressing it. The tip of his tongue was a blur against the swollen pink bud, causing Val to come once more. When she was finished screaming in ecstasy, and she was on the down side of the orgasm, he lifted his face from her crotch and untangled himself from her gripping thighs. A combination of saliva and fluids from her numerous orgasms leaked out of her, staining the sheets.

"Wait… please, don't…"

"I'm going to fuck you now," Barney announced, fondling his thick, powerful cock through the tautly stretched material of the bathing suit barely covering him. "Are you ready for me?"

"Oh… yes!" Val moaned, unable to take her eyes from the fat, throbbing, outline of his cock. Incapable of keeping her hands from her unattended pussy, Val began to finger herself on the bed, grinding her hips around lewdly as she masturbated. She watched, her eyes growing wider, her mouth opening in surprise, as Barney stripped the bathing suit off. "Oh, Jesus!"

Barney grinned, always pleased by their reaction to his extraordinary equipment. He slid his hand slowly up and down the enormous shaft, slowly jerking himself off, his own lust beginning to bubble.

"You like it?"

"Like it?" Val's mouth was very dry, and she licked her lips with her tongue. "I… I think it's magnificent! How big is it?"

Barney smiled. "Nine inches."

"Come and let me suck it."

Barney thrust his cock at Val, and she grabbed it with both hands, pulling him to her. Her mouth opened wide, her eyes closed, and she wrapped her lips around the shaft. He tasted hot and sweaty, and she lapped her tongue up and down the swollen organ, until it was all wet and slippery with her saliva. Placing her hands on his hips, she began to pump her lips up and down his prick, capable of taking a little more than half his distended length on her deepest plunges. The cock grew thicker as she neared the base, stretching her lips almost cruelly, filling her mouth with his hardness. At the back of her throat she could feel his cock head expanding across her tongue, and she was consumed with lust by the thought he might come in her mouth. She wanted him to, she wanted to taste his sperm puffing out her cheeks, clotting on her tongue, slithering like warm spittle down her throat. She wanted to feel the powerful surges of his dick throbbing between her lips, and she sucked him deeply, hollowing her cheeks, trying to make him come.

But Barney had other ideas. Feeling the warm, lapping hunger of Val's eating mouth, he bent again toward her pussy, and began to eat her. Balanced on one knee, with the grace of a professional, he pumped his cock in and out of her mouth, and managed to lick his tongue up and down her slit. When he pushed two fingers into her pussy while he was hammerging her clit, he could feel Val's mouth grinding down hard in pleasure around his cock. He pulled the fingers out and slid his long, thick middle finger, greased and lubricated by the slippery love juices, all the way up her asshole. Val began to come again.

"Oh…ohhhh! – Ohhhhh!"

In the middle of her orgasm, Barney whirled around on the mattress, and before Val knew what was happening to her, Barney had all nine inches buried in her cunt. He began to fuck her, with long, slow deep strokes which took him from the outer edge of her cunt lips to the deepest point any cock had ever penetrated her body. The moment Val felt the hot tip of his cock prying her open, her interrupted orgasm began to expand rapidly like the concussion from an explosion. By the time he had slipped it all the way in for the first time, with his balls dangling against the tightly gripping, grinding cheeks of her ass, Val began to come again, much better, much more intensely than before. She came again and again, each time Barney's cock throbbed or moved, orgasms spraying like sparks from her snatch with each in and out movement. Wetness oozed from her, gathered in the wrinkled flesh of her pussy, trickled down and dampened her squirming anus. Squeezing down with all her strength, she wrapped the undulating channel of her cunt around the full, rounded length of his cock.

Barney began to come, spraying his orgasm into her pussy, emptying his balls into tie wet hollow of her loins. Pleasure surged up his cock, making him moan despite his professional detachment, and for a moment he lost himself in his passion. He humped her wildly, powerfully, lifting her ass off the mattress with each blinding thrust. Hot, milky-white blobs of thick wet sperm flowed into her, filling her up, spilling over and clotting in her cunt hair.

"Fuck me!" Val screamed, raking his naked back with her fingernails, wrapping her thighs around his plunging hips. "Deeper… harder… oh my God! Fuck me… fuck me! Fuck!"

His orgasm expended, back in perfect control once more, Barney returned to his tried and proven technique. Pulling his cock from her gripping, flooded snatch, he slid down between her thighs, and began to eat Val's pussy one last time. It nearly drove her out of her mind.

After, Barney thought, the familiar taste of his own sperm was on his tongue. I can hit her for the "loan" after. By then she'll be too embarrassed, or grateful to say no. He grinned to himself, driving his tongue all the way up inside of her spermy canal. It never fails.

CHAPTER SIX

Doug was naked, sitting on the bed in his hotel room, turning the pages of one of the sex newspapers he'd bought the day before. He was tying to decide how to spend the next few days of his vacation. Already he'd gone through half of the newspapers, alternately achieving a hard-on and losing it, depending on what he was reading or which photos he was looking at. Concentrating his attention on the personal, classified ads, usually found at the back of the papers, he found himself growing depressed at the increasingly unlikely possibility of using the ads as a way of finding himself some horny women to fuck.

Not that there weren't many such women listed: the newspapers were crammed full of them, more than he could possibly use. Unfortunately, two of the journals came from California, and even though many of their ads included the full name, address and telephone number of these willing chicks, their hot eager snatches were three thousand miles away from his throbbing hard-on.

The other papers, which contained local listings, usually didn't include telephone numbers or addresses. Instead, there usually was a newspaper code number to which you had to send a letter, then wait for it to be answered. Even if he sent off a few letters that very morning, he doubted whether he'd receive a reply before his vacation was over.

Still, Doug read on, with a vague hope flickering at the back of his thoughts, turning the pages, his ever moving eyes skimming the ads. Sometimes, when he'd find one, either with an explicit, candid photo, or with a blunt, graphic message, his cock would restiffen with desire. When that happened, he would stroke himself slowly, his passion building by degrees, wondering if he should just masturbate to relieve his mounting tension, or if he should throw all the papers away and give it up as an unproductive idea.

He didn't, though. He continued to read the ads, pumping his dick, until his patience was finally rewarded. Reading the ad carefully, to make sure there was no mistake, his cock began to swell and grow hot under his fingers.

Groovy, attractive NY couple, slim, in late 20's. Seeking well built, well hung young studs for threesomes. Single females and select couples also acceptable. Well endowed blacks especially welcome. Please reply to W. Holbrook, PO Box 1432, Foyer St. Sta., NYC 10010.

The one thing which made Doug quiver with anticipation, which made this ad different from all the others was the name: W. Holbrook. Not just a Post Office Box to write to, but a Post Office Box with a person's name on it. And a name could be traced and tracked down. True, it wasn't as good as an address, or a telephone number, but if W. Holbrook had a telephone, which seemed probable from the eager tone of the ad, he might yet be found.

For an instant, a brief fantasy, flashed through Doug's thoughts, as he anticipated locating the couple in the ad. In it, they greeted him eagerly, passionately, accepting him into their home and bed that very afternoon. She was blonde and gorgeous, with an, incredible build, and an indescribably delicious mouth as she eagerly deep-throated his cock. He fucked her in the ass, while her husband fucked her mouth, and all three of them came simultaneously, his sperm pulsing hotly up her rectum.

Dangerously close to coming, Doug released his throbbing cock, forcibly pushing the vivid image out of his conscious thoughts. He was breathing deeply, and his naked flesh was just beginning to glisten with perspiration. In his chest he could feel his heart pounding strongly, his stomach tight, his body tingling with expectation. Taking several deep breaths to calm himself, he sat up, swinging his trembling legs over the side of the bed. The naked floor was cold, sending shivers up through his feet.

Okay, he thought, now to find them. First place to look: the telephone. Call information and see if they have a listing for a W. Holbrook.

His hand was trembling as he picked up the receiver of the telephone. Holding it to his ear, he dialed 9, to get an outside line, and then he dialed New York City directory, assistance. It rang thirteen times before an operator answered.

"I'd like a listing for a W. Holbrook, please." He spelled the name for the operator. "Yes, that's in Manhattan. A residence, yes."

The operator put him on hold. "I'm sorry, Sir, I have no listing for W. Holbrook in Manhattan. Do you have an address?"

A stab of disappointment made him wince. "No, I don't. Are you certain? Could you check again?"

"One moment, please." This time she did not put him on hold, and he could hear her flipping the pages of her directory. "I'm sorry, Sir. I show no listing for that name."

Doug pressed her further. "Well, is there anyone with a first name that begins with a W.? Either male or female?"

"No, Sir, I'm sorry."

"You're certain?"

"Would you like me to connect you with my supervisor?"

"No, that won't be necessary."

Doug hung up the receiver, and, sat a moment or two in thought. One hand still held onto the telephone.

Either they don't have a telephone, W. Holbrook isn't their real name, or they don't live in Manhattan, even though they have a Manhattan Post Office Box, he thought, trying to reason the problem out. He sat, tapping his thumbnail against his teeth, as he often did when he was preoccupied. There was one other possibility: an unlisted number.

He picked up the telephone again, dialed 9, dialed directory assistance again. To get the kind of information he was looking for, he knew he couldn't go about it in an orthodox fashion. He would have to assume a role.

"Directory assistance, operator 733."

"Operator, I'd like a listing for W. Holbrook, in Manhattan," he said, going on the outside possibility the first operator had been inefficient, and had missed the number. It wouldn't have been the first time. Unfortunately, this operator came back with the same information. He made her check again, as he had the first, and when the answer still was no, Doug put his plan into action. "Operator, it's very urgent that I get in touch with these people. I'd appreciate your assistance."

"I'm sorry, Sir. There's nothing I can do." Her voice whined nasally, professionally. "Unless, of course, you can give me an address to look up."

"The only address we have on their contract," Doug said, playing his role, letting the word slip out naturally, "is a Post Office Box in Manhattan."

"Have you tried writing them?"

Doug sighed with false exasperation. "At least five or six times. And we tried billing them. But still no response. I guess we'll just have to turn this over to our attorney's for collection." He paused, purposely. "Unless… there is one other possibility."

"Sir?"

"They still might have a telephone, but it might be unlisted."

"I'm sorry, Sir. I couldn't give you that information."

"Oh no," Doug quickly assured her, "I'm not asking for their telephone number or their address. All I'm asking you to do is check your listings and tell me if there is any W. Holbrook listed for Manhattan. If they have a number, even if it's unlisted, I'd at least know they were still in New York."

"I'm sorry, Sir, I don't think I could…"

"You wouldn't be giving me any information, operator," he urged, trying to charm her with the sexy resonance of his voice. "All you'll be doing is telling me if they have a telephone, or if they do not."

Her voice faltered. "That's highly irregular, Sir. I could lose…"

"You'd be helping them, Miss. You'd be saving them a great deal of money and the embarrassment of a court case. They'd thank you for it, I'm sure."

She exhaled. "All right. One moment, please." She put him on hold. A minute went by. "I checked, Sir, and our records show no listing for that name."

Doug sighed. "Thank you, operator. You've been a big help." He hung up.

After that, systematically, he called all five of New York City's boroughs, and came up with two W. Holbrooks. One was in Brooklyn, the other in the Bronx. He called the Brooklyn one first, and was cursed at and hung up on by an outraged husband. There was no answer from the Bronx.

Even that didn't deter him. If it was at all possible, Doug was going to locate W. Holbrook – if it took all day. He was determined to find them. It had become a challenge to him, a kind of game he was trying to win. He felt like a kid, playing detective, and he tried to think in those terms. What would Sherlock Holmes do if he were trying to find the elusive Mr. Holbrook?

On the outside chance that W. Holbrook lived on Long Island and worked in New York, Doug also called Nassau and Suffolk information. He found two more W. Holbrooks, both of whom were home, and both of whom were the wrong W. Holbrook. He hung up in mounting frustration.

What now? He thought, clicking his teeth with his thumbnail.

He opened the drawer of the night stand on which the telephone sat, looking for a Manhattan Telephone Directory. It wasn't there. Naked, he walked around the hotel room, opening and closing drawers, looking for the directory. He'd seen it somewhere yesterday, when unpacking. It was in the middle section of the long dresser, bottom drawer.

Lifting it out, and dropping it on the dresser top, Doug pushed the drawer closed with his foot. Flipping through the tissue thin pages, he kept on turning until he came to the listings for the letter H.. After that, it was a matter of seconds before he found the Holbrook page.

There were about twenty-five names listed, none of whom were W. Holbrook. Doug ripped out the entire page, and brought it back over to the telephone. Beginning with the first name on the list, Abadeen Holbrook, he dialed the telephone. When a woman answered, he asked her about her ad. She said she didn't know what he was talking about. He apologized, hung up, and dialed the next number.

By the time he was down to H. W. Holbrook, his enthusiasm was waning. It was beginning to look like a really dumb idea, and the calls were probably costing him a fortune. Still, he couldn't stop in the middle of the list, for there was always the possibility that the next call he made would be the right one.

J. Holbrook was the next name on the list. The address was somewhere on the Eastside, in the low Sixties, a five minute cab ride from his hotel room. It was nowhere near to the Madison Square Post Office, where W. Holbrook had his Post Office Box. Without much zeal, Doug dialed the number.

A woman answered.

"Mrs. Holbrook?"

"Yes."

"I was wondering if you could help me with something. I'm trying to locate a W. Holbrook. Do you think you…"

"Walt? You're looking for Walt?" She sounded concerned.

Doug's stomach clenched tightly. "I might be."

"What is this about?" she demanded.

"I was calling about an ad placed in…" – he flipped open the newspaper – "… Rauch! Rauch! is a magazine devoted to…"

"You're calling about the ad?" Mrs. Holbrook was perplexed. "How did you get our phone number?"

Doug stiffened with attention. "You mean you're familiar with the ad?"

"Why shouldn't I be familiar with my own ad? Say, what is this all about? And how did you get our telephone number?"

Doug grinned, his cock all thick and hard and swollen again. He sat up stiffly on the bed.

"Mrs. Holbrook," he said, pumping his hand up and down his cock, "that's a long story. Have you got a few minutes?"

Jessi Holbrook was a luscious, willing, big titted redhead, who was, more than happy to hear from Doug, once he explained his reason for calling. She told him that she and her husband, Walt, had been swinging for a little more than a year now, and that they occasionally placed an ad whenever they felt like expanding their range of swinging acquaintances. So far, this ad had been very successful in finding them several new partners already, but Doug was the first and only one who'd ever called. All the rest had followed the more traditional method of writing a letter to their PO Box. She saluted his industry, and promised to tell Walt about him when he returned from work that evening.

"Do you think you might be interested in meeting with me alone?" Doug ventured.

"I'm always open to that possibility," Jessi cooed softly. "When did you have in mind?"

"Right now."

"Wow." Jessi moaned into the receiver. "What an incredible turn-on this is. A minute ago I was doing the breakfast dishes, and now I'm making a date to fuck with a total stranger." She moaned again. "Sonofabitch, that makes me wet."

"Well?"

"Give me an hour to get ready."

Jessi gave Doug her address, and he wrote it across the face of the torn out page from the telephone directory. He hung up, showered and dressed, and in less than an hour was knocking on Jessi's Sixty-Third Street, second-floor brownstone apartment door.

Jessi invited him in, they talked for a few moments, and were instantly and mutually turned on to each other. They decided to head directly in the bedroom, undressing as they walked.

As soon as they entered the bedroom, the telephone rang. Jessi moved to answer it, heading for the extension phone on the table next to the bed. With her back to Doug, she picked it up. Before speaking, she made a half-turn back, and cautioned Doug to be silent. At the same time, she grinned lasciviously, indicating in pantomime for him to undress. Then she turned her back to him again, speaking into the mouthpiece of the receiver. The call was from her husband.

While she spoke, Doug undressed. In a matter of moments, he stripped himself naked, feeling no self-consciousness, only lust. Stroking his thick, throbbing cock slowly up and down, he listened to Jessi's responses, admiring the firm, rounded fullness of her ass cheeks as they protruded tautly through the material of her half slip. Her skirt lay in a limp puddle on the floor next to her, and even as she spoke, she was kicking off her slippers. Never once did she give any indication to her husband that Doug was there with her, or what they were doing.

"I've got to go now, Walt," she said. She was cupping her cunt as she spoke, grinding her fingers into her wet crotch, masturbating herself through her panties and slip. "I've gotta pee… Yeah, you, too. Goodbye."

As she hung up, Doug moved up behind her, catching Jessi by surprise. He was stark naked, and he pressed himself against her back, the head of his cock sliding between the cheeks of her ass, pushing between her thighs, rubbing erotically against the cool silky material of her slip. At the same time, both his hands slid up in front of her, cupping her tits. She was bra-less under her thin pink sweater; and he squeezed his fingers into the spongy firmness of her big, full tits. Pinching her fat, long nipples, twisting them around, he began to kiss the back of her neck, her shoulders, her ears.

"Ohhh!" Jessi moaned, delighted by Doug's aggressiveness. She loved feeling used by a forceful, decisive lover; it made her feel feminine and sensual. Humping herself back against his cock, she continued to masturbate herself through her panties, spreading her thighs to accommodate both her hand and the thick, driving hardness of Doug's cock as it pushed from behind. Each hump stuffed her slip further and further between her legs. The head of his cock was rubbing against the underside of her cunt lips, causing her thighs to quake like jello. He felt very long and hard, and through all that bunched up fabric she could feel the incredible heat of his excitement radiating against the oozing wetness of her slit. "Oh, baby… baby!"

Taking little bites out of her neck and earlobes, slithering the tip of his tongue up and down just under her hair, at the nape of her neck, Doug ran his hands down from, her tits, and cupped Jessi's cunt with all ten fingers. At first she continued to masturbate herself, her hand moving under his hands, but then they exchanged places, and she slid her hands up and cupped her tits through her sweater. Doug rubbed her cunt hard with both hands, pressing her back into him, until he could feel the hot, throbbing tip of his own cock against his fingertips. Her pussy squished as he played with it, and she was so wet the whole crotch of her panties was soaked completely through. A spreading stain made the front of her slip sticky and damp.

"You're very impatient," Jessi moaned. She squeezed her thighs closed, shuddering with excitement when she felt the long hard cylinder of Doug's cock pressing up into her burning flesh. As if they were fucking, she ground her hips around in a tight hard circle against him, the cheeks of her ass tensing rhythmically. Under her fingers she could feel her tits swelling, growing hard with excitement, the nipples electrified with sensitivity. Her clitoris felt flooded by the love juices flowing out of her. "That turns me on a lot. It makes me impatient."

"I've been waiting to do this to you all day," Doug whispered, snaking his tongue into Jessi's ear. "Ever since I read your ad."

"Then let's not waste anymore time." Jessi was shuddering with lust. "I want to fuck."

Doug released her, stepping back to give her room to undress. Jessi turned, her eves glassy with excitement, her cheeks flushed a shade crimson not much less intense than her long, fiery red hair. Stroking his cock so that his passion didn't flag for an instant, he watched as Jessi stripped her sweater over her head. Heavy pink tits tumbled out, loose and swaying, glistening with perspiration, nipples as hard as marbles. Catching both her panties and slip under her fingers, she pulled them both off, and stood naked in front of him. Her legs were spread wide apart, almost defiantly, and the deep, hairy shag of her coppery-colored snatch was in vivid contrast to the smooth pale pinkness of her thighs and belly.

"Oh, you have a big cock," she said, reaching out to touch it. Jessi wrapped her fingers around it, gripping it lightly, firmly, jerking him off with such skill that it felt like his own hand fondling his meaty shaft. "I love men with big hard cocks."

Doug reached across and began touching her cunt, running his fingers across her broad mound, curling them under so that he could feel the wet open slit. Her cunt was very hairy, and that excited him. Hairy women always turned him on. The heavy folds of her cunt lips pressed against his exploring fingertips like toothless gums, and he had to spread her crack open to get to her clitoris. He touched the huge swollen lump three or for times, never once failing to elicit a cry of pleasure from her, and then he relinquished her love button, and slid his fingers all the way down under her. He began to finger her hot, drippy cunt, using his index and middle fingers to ream her out with deep, eager strokes.

"I want to suck it," Jessi said.

She dropped to her knees, guiding Doug's cock into her mouth with her fingers. Closing her lips over the shaft, she sucked him deeply in, running her mouth down to his belly. Her tongue never stopped moving, licking every inch of his prick, rubbing him into a frenzy as she basted him with her warm, slippery saliva. Up and down her head bobbed, her lips rippling up and down, sucking his cock from tip to base in long wet arcs. Her hands moved all over on his cock first, between his thighs, squeezing his balls, gripping the hard, muscular cheeks of his ass. The wet sounds of her vigorous sucking filled the bedroom, the echo of slurp-slurp in counterpoint to the gentle purring of Doug's moans.

"Let's lay down on the bed," Doug suggested. The firm, insistent pressure of his hand against her forehead managed to push Jessi away from his prick. Moaning in disappointment, it popped from her lips, a string of saliva still connecting them. "I don't know if I can stand up much longer."

Jessi stood up, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. Her lips were smeared with saliva, as was her chin and neck. From the way she was moving her lips and tongue, she had a hair in her mouth, and she was trying to push it nut. She pulled it off her tongue, then wiped the wetness on her ass cheek.

"You've got to let me suck you off again later." She lay down on the bed, making herself comfortable, spreading her thighs. "I'd love to feel you coming in my mouth."

Doug bent over the bed, fingering her. Jessi reached up and jerked him off.

"I think I'd like to be eaten now," Jessi said, squirming all over the mattress, deliciously impaled on Doug's pistoning fingers. "Yea… yes. Eat my pussy… Ohh!"

While still standing, leaning over the bed, Doug bent over and began to lick his tongue up and down against the broad, hairy mound of Jessi's cunt. He could taste her wetness, tangy and hot, oozing into his mouth, coating his tongue as it worked up and down between her cunt lips. The bud of her clitoris was hard and raised, and he lashed at it repeatedly, digging down into her tender flesh with the slashing pink tip of his tongue. Holding himself up on his hands, one placed on either side of her broad hips, as if he were doing pushups, he lowered his face until the top of his head was resting on the mattress between her thighs. In a slicing inward thrust, he shoved his tongue all the way up inside of her, filling her with his plunging mouth organ. That made Jessi moan loudly in pleasure, and even as he climbed up onto the bed, crawling down between her thighs, he could feel the muscles of her cunt tightening against his face, as if she were trying to trap his damp, stinging tongue deeply inside her.

"Oh, baby – eat me!" Jessi cried, holding Doug by his hair once he was in position between her legs. She lifted her thighs and wrapped them around his neck, grinding her oozing slit into his face, humping her pussy in and out around the fleshy cylinder of his tongue. "Oh, you're good, baby. You're very good! Eat me, darlin'… eat me! Make me come, lover… Make me come… ohhhh – owww – ahhh!"

Sliding his hands under the cheeks of her ass, grabbing a fleshy mound between his squeezing fingers, he pulled her pussy hard against his mouth, and lapped her from the tip of her anus to the hairy flap which folded over her clit. Her juices gushed into his face, his nostrils sucking up the raunchy feminine smell of wet excitement. Crushing the cheeks of her ass in alternating in and out squeezes, Doug concentrated his attention on her clitoris, stroking it rapidly up and down, raining his stinging slashes against it until it began to hum and vibrate with pleasure. Jessi squirmed on the bed, clawing his scalp, spreading her thighs wider and wider apart, hammering her pussy against his mouth. Back and forth his tongue rippled, striking her clit from the side, top, back and front, raining blow after electrifying blow upon it until her entire body was screaming for release.

"Oh, God – I'm coming!" Jessi screamed, her ass lifted all the way up off the mattress, her spine arched as she punched Doug savagely in the face with her orgasming twat. His neck strained forward, his head rocking back with each wet, slapping impact, his tongue stabbing like the point of a needle into her quim. "I'm coming, baby… I'm coming… oh, Jesus… it's good! It's so… good…! Oh! Ahhhh…"

He let her come a few more seconds, and then, right in the middle of it, he slipped out of her gripping thighs, pried her legs open with his powerful fingers, and stabbed his hot, swollen prick savagely into her cunt. Grabbing onto her ankles, spreading her like a wishbone, he could actually see the point of his cock slipping into her hole. He watched the thick, hairy flap of her cunt lips close around his plunging dick, gobbling him up until their bellies were pressed tightly against each other. His balls dangled between the cheeks of her clutching ass, and he could feel the muscles of heir cunt closing over his cock, as if trying to crush it or snap it off inside of her.

"Oh, baby – I'm coming again!" Jessi cried, arching her back, fucking upward almost, greeting the sawing, downward drive of his hot throbbing dick. His fingers dug cruelly, wonderfully, into her ankles, as he pulled her open, making her pussy all vulnerable and exposed to the brutal hammering of his passion. The cheeks of her ass were tensed, and her entire crotch lay wide open, like a target, pierced to the hilt by the shaft of his diving cock. "Oh, fuck me, baby… fuck me! Shit, I'm coming again!"

He waited until she was deeply into her next orgasm, and then he rolled over on the bed, never once slipping his cock out of her, until they'd changed positions. Doug was on his back, and Jessi was sitting erect upon him, her fleshy thighs straddling his hips, his cock buried all the way up inside of her. He fucked her that way, striking deeply into her, lifting her high into the air with every upstroke. Jessi balanced on him, as if she were riding a bronco, coming in an endless string of orgasms.

"I'm coming!" Doug moaned, feeling his sperm exploding into the wet interior of Jessi's constricted channel. Her cunt was like a soft, velvety hand around his cock, urging him to come, sucking out his juices, until they completely coated his prick inside of her, and began to leak back out, dripping and hot, running across his belly. It was one of the best orgasms he'd ever had in his life. "Oh, God – I'm coming… I'm coming! I'm coming!"

This time Jessi waited until his cock was no longer pulsing, and his sperm no loner spewed into her. Then she lifted herself off his cock, Doug's sperm dripping out of her, plopping against his burning flesh like thick wet drops of hot summer rain, and she sat on his face. Holding him by the hair, she rubbed the spermy lips of her pussy all over his face.

"Eat me again!" she urged. "Make me come again!"

Mindless with passion, Doug ate her oozy wet quim, licking her until she was coming straight down into his mouth. Jessi screamed with delight, almost smothering him with her spermy flesh. Her thighs tightened around his neck, and she began to hump herself up and down, running her cunt back and forth across the erect shaft of his tongue. She could feel his nose, pushed all the way up between the lips of her slit. In the end, to give herself more pleasure, she masturbated, her long, crimson-tipped fingernails buried between her cunt lips. She could feel Doug's tongue, lapping her as she jerked off.

And then, almost unheard of, Doug came a second time. With her raunchy, gummy pussy squashed against his face, his hand slipped around his still erect dick, and he began to also masturbate. He jerked his swollen cock rapidly up and down until a second wave of sperm bubbled up and out. As, if under pressure, it gushed from his cock head, and in a long, graceful arc, it splattered against Jessi's tensed, sweaty back.

They went on like that, like two sexual maniacs, coming orgasm after orgasm, until Jessi slipped off him and lay in a limp, exhausted lump next to him on the bed. Doug's cock lay broken across his sweaty thigh, limp and shriveled, dribbling out a thin, colorless discharge. With the smell of pussy all over his tongue, smeared all over his face, Doug could only manage to grin before he fell into a deep, blissful sleep.

CHAPTER SEVEN

The hotel room was dark when Val came out of the bathroom, the light behind her spilling out into the unexpected gloominess, casting a dim, irregular patch across the floor. As soon as she became aware of the darkness, her stomach gripped tensely, and her mouth grew very dry. Somehow, instead of it helping, as she thought it might, she found the darkness disconcerting and sinister. It made her pause as her eyes strained to see.

"Shut the light," Alyscia Sorrell said, her voice soft and sensual as it rose up out of the dusky shadows.

"But I can't see."

Alyscia laughed gently. "That's all right, Val. This is one thing we don't need bright lights for to enjoy. Besides, I have a surprise for you."

Val's breathing was shallow and rapid. "A surprise?"

Alyscia laughed again. "Shut the light."

"All right," Val said, turning. Two steps brought her back into the bathroom, where the brilliant electric light filtered down upon her through recessed, opaque sheets of plastic. She hesitated an instant, then threw the switch, plunging the bathroom into total blackness. Feeling her way along the edge of the sink, she stepped back through the doorway into the bedroom. "Now what?"

"Come on over."

"I can't see you. Where are you?"

"I'm sitting on the bed," the other woman said.

"Oh."

The pit of Val's stomach dropped, and she felt faintly dizzy and disoriented. Her palms were sweating, and wetness was dripping down her back, making her blouse stick to her. A spasm of raw, sexual electricity surged through her body, almost immobilizing her. She closed her eyes tightly, trying to calm her shaken nerve. Slowly, slowly, she reopened her eyes, fluttering her lashes several times as she blinked, and exhaling silently.

Alyscia moaned.

The sound stabbed into Val as if it were a knife, piercing her most secret thoughts with its significance. For a moment or two she just stood there, staring into the darkness, trying to see Alyscia on the bed. Her heart clutched as she thought she could make out a shape, a silhouette which was somehow blacker than the blackness. But then she couldn't be sure. An instant later she did see something – a dull, or – point of light, flickering feebly, stationary and then moving.

"Are you smoking?" Val asked.

"Among other things. Why? Can you see what I'm doing?"

Listening closely, Val thought she could hear a sound – a sticky wet sound, the sound of movement, of flesh pressing into flesh.

"No," Val answered. "I can see the ash."

The cigarette tip moved again, then stopped, about where Val imagined Alyscia's mouth to be. For a single, flickering instant the ember seemed to glow brighter, casting out a flat, dull light, like a smudge of pale illumination spreading across the pitch-colored room. With a spectral fuzziness, the delicate softness of the other woman's face appeared briefly, aid then was gone.

Alyscia exhaled. Then she moaned again, a little louder, with somewhat more breathless passion than before. There was no doubt in Val's mind what was happening.

"Are you coming over here?"

"Yes."

Val tried to remember her face, as she'd seen it for the first time at breakfast this morning, and then only a short while ago, during dinner. Memory brought back only the most general of characteristics – long blonde hair, icy blue eyes, pale, milk-colored complexion, so delicate and parchment like it seemed transparent. The stunning loveliness of her features, and the firm, supple fullness of her body remained only as an impression at the edges of her thoughts, as a mood, a feeling, as the stirring it had evoked in her loins.

A flush of shame, of pure lust, made Val's cheeks hot, and for the first time since she stepped out of the bathroom she was thankful for the darkness.

"Follow the sound of my voice," Alyscia urged, her fingers moving, stroking. Intuitively she could sense the conflict tearing at Val, and she knew she needed to be coaxed and reassured. She smiled, and then consciously tried to put that smile into the tone of her voice. "I'm sitting on the bed."

"I'm coming."

Val moved toward the bed, guided by memory, and by the shadowy impressions filtering through her half-blinded eyes. Earlier she'd removed her shoes, and a few moments before she'd taken off her panty hose in the bathroom. Walking barefooted, the thick pile of the rug made her approach perfectly silent. Only her skirt rustled, lightly, coolly against her thighs, shooting shivers of forbidden delight up through her flesh, stabbing into her cunt. The crotch of her panties was soaked through, and wetness leaked down the insides of her legs.

It's really happening, she thought, shaking her head numbly. My God. It's finally going to happen!

"Ah," said Alyscia, "there you are."

"You can see me?" Val peered into the curtain of night stretched before her, her eyelids squinted almost shut as she strained to see.

"Oh, yes." She laughed. "Come straight ahead, Val. I want to give you your surprise."

Val shuddered. She'd guessed what it was.

And then she could see Alyscia, and she stopped dead in her tracks, more stunned than surprised. Obviously, she'd only guessed half her surprise. Indeed, Alyscia was masturbating; but she was also stark naked. While Val had been in the bathroom, Alyscia had undressed. She'd done more than that: she also folded back the bed.

Val watched her masturbating. Alyscia was sitting on the side of the bed, leaning against the headboard, her cigarette burning in the ashtray. Her breasts were firm and magnificently shaped, with long brown nipples located at the center of perfectly round aureoles. In contrast to her flat, pinched stomach, her hips and ass were full and rounded. Her thighs were spread wide apart, and she was rubbing her blonde-haired pussy, two fingers buried in her slit as she fingered herself. She was smiling.

"Surprise."

Val moaned. "Oh."

"Excited?"

"Yes. Very."

Alyscia stood up, her fingertips slipping out of her cunt hole, moving up to the edge of her mound. She began to rub her clitoris.

"Then come closer," Alyscia whispered. "I've got something else I want to give you."

Numbly, Val moved toward her.

"Kiss me. Kiss me on the mouth."

Val obeyed. She stepped over to Alyscia, until she was almost touching her, until she was aware of her warm, naked body. As she leaned forward to kiss the other woman, their breasts touched, and Val shuddered. Her eyes closed tightly closed, and she pressed her lips against Alyscia's mouth. Automatically, her tongue slithered out, touched the blonde woman's lips, and they spread open to accept her. Val pushed her tongue into her mouth, playing with Alyscia's tongue as they wrapped wetly around each other. All the while they kissed, Val could feel Alyscia's arm between their bodies, her hand grinding around in a tight circle against her crotch. The sounds of her masturbation were very loud and clear.

"Now I'm going to make love to you," Alyscia said, breaking her kiss off. Still flitting her erect clitoris with her fingernail, she placed a soft wet kiss on the side of Val's neck, then did the same on the other side. The shudder of sensation which flooded down through Val's body left her knees trembling. Alyscia pulled her fingers away from her pussy. "And then you are going to make love to me."

Val closed her eyes passively, almost too excited to move. It was all happening so fast; her head was whirling. She'd fantasized about this moment for as long as she could remember, and now that it was finally about to happen, she was overwhelmed. She opened her eyes again, watching Alyscia with an almost detached passion.

"This is what it will be like when you make love to me," Alyscia said. She lifted her hand and pushed her wet, cunty fingers under Val's nose. The wildly erotic aroma of Alyscia's cunt almost made Val come spontaneously, and she had to grind her hips tightly together to keep from moaning out loud. Alyscia rubbed her damp fingers across Val's lips, inserting them just slightly into the other woman's mouth. "And this is what it will be like when you eat my cunt. Can you taste my pussy? Will you let me come in your mouth?"

Val moaned, shattering images racing across her imagination, until she couldn't remain passive for another instant. Cheeks flushed scarlet with shame and humiliation, and the most incredible horniness she could ever remember, Val began to run her hand up her thigh, inching her fingers toward her cunt. Her pussy was twitching and throbbing, and the lips of her cunt were fluttering spasmodically. Wetness poured out of her completely dilated cunt hole, staining her panties beyond repair. She was just about to clutch her cunt, to rub it through her skirt and relieve the maddening throb of her clit, when Alyscia grabbed her wrist, stopping her.

"Let me…" she said, cupping Val's cunt with her long, slender fingers. Val closed her eyes and trembled fitfully, her breath catching in her throat. Alyscia rubbed her cunt with slow, circling strokes, so expertly delivered she had Val moaning loudly in rapture. "Let me make love to you, Val. You just stand there… and enjoy what I'm about to do to you. I'm going to make you come!"

"Yes… please," Val moaned, undulating her hips, humping her cunt into Alyscia's hand. She grasped Alyscia's wrist so that the contact against her pussy was harder, more direct; so that she could hump against it more firmly. "Make me come! Please… please… make me come. OH!"

Holding her cunt in one hand, Alyscia moved the other hand to the top button of Val's blouse. Effortlessly, she unbuttoned the blouse, so that it fell open and loose, draped across Val's braless tits. Alyscia slid her hand under the material, stroking Val's warm, naked flesh, her fingers curling around Val's firm left breast.

"Oh… oh!"

"You like that, don't you?" Alyscia asked, massaging Val's tit. She pressed her fingers into the swollen orb, pulling her hand up until she was pinching the nipple between her nails. "Your tits are very sensitive, aren't they?"

"Yes…" Val moaned, humping her cunt harder and harder against Alyscia's cupped hand. She couldn't believe how close she was to coming. Her back ached, and there were pains shooting up and down the back of her thighs. But she wouldn't have stopped what she was doing if her entire body was a knot of agony. Sex hadn't felt this good, this wicked, since she was fifteen years old, and she savored the sensation. She crushed her tits against Alyscia's incredibly attentive hands. "Yes… they are sensitive. I love to have them touched… fondled… played with. It feels so good… so fantastic!"

"Would you like me to lick them?"

"Oh… oh!" Val cried. "Oh God!"

Moving with a slowness which was calculated to be erotic, Alyscia pulled the parted blouse open, exposing Val's breasts. She let the cool dark air tingle against them for a moment, then she bent down, and sucked the nipple of Val's right breast into her mouth. Her lips closed like a drawing purse-string over the rigid pink tip, sucking it wetly, lapping it with slow, full strokes of her tongue, beginning at the base of her nipple, then up and over until she was on the other side. Back and forth her tongue flit, around and around her fingers pulled.

Valerie began to come.

"I'm coming!" Val announced, her voice full of surprise and excitement. It was a very powerful orgasm, coming up from her feet, through her legs, two separate waves of pleasure, meeting head-on in her cunt. The impact was shattering, staggering her. Her eyes open wide as her fingernails dug into the flesh of Alyscia's wrist. She was pressing her spending cunt so hard against the blonde woman's hand that Alyscia's fingers were bent all the way back. The lapping rhythm of her tongue, smearing warm saliva across Val's vibrating nipple, only made Val come harder. "Oh, God – I'm coming… I'm coming! Jesus, I'm really com – ahhhhh! Uhhh."

Alyscia sucked her nipple hard as Val really got into the orgasm, drawing the thick nub of flesh deeply into her mouth. She pressed into it with her firm lips, and nipped at it with her teeth, grinding them back and forth with agonizing deliberateness. Pinching her fingers into Val's tit, pushing it into her drawing, licking mouth, Alyscia continued to grind Val's clitoris as if she were trying to rub it off. Even through the layers of skirt and panties, she could feel the staining wetness of Val's discharges.

Without letting up for an instant, even when she began to ache from the strain, Alyscia continued to service Val, waiting patiently for the orgasm to peak and subside. Bringing her down slowly, gently, she released her hold upon Val's nipple, moving her mouth away from her breast. And then the other hand lifted away from Val's saturated cunt, stroking her belly, hips, thighs, soothing her twitching, quivering flesh. Gradually, Val's breathing slowed, grew quiet.

Alyscia pulled Val against her, kissing her loose, open mouth. Her tongue stroked inward, lapping up the warm pockets of saliva. Val kissed her back, grinding her mouth around tightly, her own tongue stroking back, intertwining with the blonde woman's tongue. Her arms went around her naked back, crushing their four naked tits into each other. Val could feel the hot, furry softness of Alyscia's pussy rubbing against her own. Val's hands slid down from her back, until she was cupping Alyscia's ass cheeks, pulling her hard against her. Alyscia did the same, swaying her shoulders from side to side, slapping her tits across Val's. Val's thighs spread effortlessly, and Alyscia slipped between them, humping against her pussy as if she were a man fucking her. In another slow moving wave, Val's passion began to rebuild.

When she was sufficiently hot, Alyscia stepped back from Val, and began to undress the now softly moaning young housewife. She slipped the unbuttoned blouse down, off Val's shoulders. It dropped onto the floor beside the bed. Val was naked from the waist up.

"What are you…"

"Shhhh…" Alyscia whispered. She kissed Val on the lips, stilling her concern with the swift dart of her tongue, running her fingers across the bare warm softness of Val's slender back. She ran her hands down to the waistband of Val's skirt, fingers working on the button, the zipper. "I'm going to undress you. I want you naked. When I make love to you, I want you to be naked."

Val shuddered with excitement as the limp skirt slid down her widely spread thighs. All she had on now was her panties. Cool air tickled against her flesh, licking up at the wetness of her crotch. She shuddered again.

"You just stand here," Alyscia whispered, spreading kisses down Val's neck, across her shoulders, over the front of her chest. Slowly, with her tongue licking out, leaving a cooling film of saliva, she moved her sliding lips toward the firm, pink-tipped hill of Val's tit. "You just stand here and let me make love to you. Don't do anything…" – her tongue slithered out and stroked Val's nipple – "… let me do it all to you!"

Val moaned, her eyes closing, her head tilting back, until her face was tipped up toward the dark bedroom ceiling. Across her shoulders and naked back, Val could feel the sensual back and forth swaying of her long brown hair, making her skin tingle. Her thighs were spread wide apart, her feet firmly planted in the rug, her hips rippling, pelvis grinding around in a circle, humping her pantie-covered cunt against the cool empty air. Leaning against her, holding one tit, squeezing it, pinching the nipple, Alyscia's fingers pinched into the other fleshy orb, squeezing it into her mouth. Val quivered fitfully when Alyscia began to kiss the underside of her tit. Then she moaned out loud when she felt the blonde haired woman slipping down to her knees; her wet lapping kisses trailing across Val's belly.

"Oh, God – do it!" Val cried, eyes shut tightly, beads of perspiration dripping down her tensed, straining neck. The tips of her breasts were coated with saliva, and the air caressed them, adding icy shivers to the deluge of sensations which were engulfing her body. She grabbed onto Alyscia's head with both her hands, pushing the kneeling woman's face lower and lower across her belly. Trying to shove Alyscia between her wide open, straining thighs, humping her cunt up against the blonde woman's swaying tits, Val cried out in excitement when she felt Alyscia's tongue lapping back and forth across the stretched elastic top of her panties. Alyscia's long cool fingers slid up the sides of her thighs, across her flaring hips, until she was pulling at Val's flooded panties. Val's head rolled from side to side, her body tense and straining. "Oh, God – eat me! EAT ME! Lick my pussy… my cunt! Oh… oh. Stick your tongue in my cunt!"

Rolling the panties down with her stroking fingers, Alyscia's tongue slithered lower, until she was licking at the thick dark shag of Val's cunt hair. Val's downward pressing hands strained against the top of her head, trying to force her against the pulsating edge of the mound. With exacting precision, resisting both the temptation and the pressure of Val's urging fingers, Alyscia continued to slowly draw down the saturated panties, lapping her tongue an inch at a time, swirling it through the damp hair. Val screamed out loud in uncontrollable passion when she felt the hot tip of the blonde woman's tongue insert itself between the folds of her cunt lips. Alyscia began to lick Val's clit.

"I'm going to come again!" Val cried, her body shuddering spasmodically. Her hips undulated, and she bound Alyscia's mouth against her oozing crack, rubbing her pussy all over the other woman's face. Slowly, as if it were a small wet finger, Alyscia's tongue flit Val's throbbing clitoris from side to side. Val humped her hard, grinding her pussy in lewd abandon, the orgasm building, swelling. "I'm going to come… oh God… I'm going to came again!"

With a savagery which made Val quiver, Alyscia grasped the crotch piece of Val's panties, and ripped it out. The dangling, shredded material hung limply against Val's burning flesh. The panties were still on, the elastic top stretched tautly across her hips and ass, but the whole underside of Val's cunt was exposed. Alyscia pushed her face up between Val's legs, crushing her mouth against the thick, fluttering wetness of Val's hairy slit. Alyscia began to eat Val's pussy – from underneath!

"OH GOD – I'm coming!" Val cried, her quivering thighs spreading wider apart to accommodate the head and shoulders of the woman eating at her quim. Alyscia was completely under her, eating upward, her tongue slithering back and forth along her crack, stroking Val from her clitoris to her asshole. The orgasm poured out of her, flooding straight down, spilling wetly, hotly across Alyscia's drinking lips. "I'm coming… I'm coming… ohmygod – I can't stop cominggggoohhh!"

Excited by the pleasure which was shaking her body like a sexual tornado, Val moved with an intuitive swiftness to make that excitement even more intense. Cupping one hand against the straining, widely stretched mound of her pussy, she began to masturbate, her fingers urging her quivering clit with a steady, grinding fury. Under her, slicing up into her constricting passageway with the thick wedge of her tongue, Val could feel Alyscia lapping at her as she masturbated. Val grabbed her left tit in her other hand, crushing the mound, and twirling and pulling the nipple cruelly. She continued to come, the pleasure streaming out of her, sapping her of her strength and energy until she collapsed onto the bed. Alyscia continued to lap her, making her come twice more, and then she crawled up onto the bed with her, and held Val tightly. As if she were a baby, she rocked Val in her arms, stroking her flushed face with her soothing fingertips.

"Was that your first time?" Alyscia asked. Their breasts were touching, nipple to nipple. "With a woman, I mean."

"Was it that obvious?"

Alyscia kissed the tip of Val's nose. "Only by your excitement."

Still breathing hard, Val nodded. "Yes."

"Good; I'm glad. It pleases me to be able to satisfy you. I wanted to very much, ever since I saw you this morning."

Val was surprised, and complimented. "I should think you'd be used to something like that by now. What with your job and all."

"You mean being a prostitute?"

Even in her exhaustion, the word thrilled Val, and a spasm of excitement gripped her not quite exhausted cunt. As a teenage girl, and even as a married woman, Val had always been fascinated by prostitutes and prostitution. A common fantasy with many women, the idea of being a prostitute had never failed to arouse her to a fevered pitch whenever she masturbated, or whenever she fucked with Doug, pretending he was her John. At the back of her thoughts, she'd always entertained the vague idea that someday she would enjoy being a professional hooker. It somehow seemed very romantic and glamorous.

"I guess I do mean that," Val admitted.

"I always try to please the person I'm making love to," Alyscia explained. She cupped Val's tit, stroking it tenderly. "If he's a man, and he's paying for it, he deserves his money's worth; that's how you keep them coming back – by doing your best." Alyscia kissed Val on the lips. "But if that person is a woman… and I want to make love to her, then I'm going to try even harder to please her." She shrugged and smiled weakly. "It's the only thing I've got to give to anyone."

"Are you a lesbian?" Val asked.

"Uh-huh. A lot of girls are."

Val shook her head. "Then why are you a prostitute? I should think you'd find it – distasteful to be with a man."

"I do it for the money," she admitted. "I like nice things, and fucking is the only thing I really do well. Besides, most of the times it's not so bad. I've even got a few regulars I enjoy making it with."

"Can you come from fucking with a man?"

Val's cunt began to grow wet again, slowly, but very definitely. Deep inside her, like a small, flickering flame, her passion began to spread and grow hot, fueled by her consuming fascination by Alyscia's career as a prostitute. She wanted to know more about Alyscia's job. She wanted to know everything there was to know about being a prostitute. It turned her on almost as much as making love to a woman had.

"Oh, yes; certainly." Alyscia nodded, running her fingers down over Val's belly, massaging her clitoris with a light, delicate pressure. "I can come with a lot of them. I really like sex – I like it a lot. It's just that I enjoy it more with a woman than a man. There's something about a pussy…" – she slipped her finger into Val's cunt – "… that no cock can ever compare with."

Val closed her eyes and began to hump up and down on the probing finger. Her nipples tingled, as she felt herself building incredibly again toward orgasm. Her head spun madly, giddily.

"Why were you staring at me this morning at breakfast?" Val asked, remembering how Alyscia had watched her from across the hotel dining room, her cold blue eyes never leaving her face for an instant. "And why did you come over to my table at dinner tonight?"

"To meet you, of course."

"You mean you picked me up?" Val asked.

"Of course."

Val smiled: it was a strange idea to get used to. She'd never been picked up by a woman before.

"Why are you in Florida?" she asked. "Working?"

"Oh, no. I'm strictly on vacation," Alyacia moaned when Val touched her cunt. The two women fingered each other. "Why are you here?"

"I'm on vacation, too." The wide, blonde fullness of Alyscia's cunt, the palm of her hand nearly drove her mad with passion. In her whole life, Val had never touched another woman's cunt before. It felt so different from her own, so much wetter, softer, her lips so thick and furry. Even her clitoris was larger.

Val pushed two fingers up into Alyscia's cunt, stirring the fingers around inside the other woman's body. She thought of Doug. "This year my husband and I decided to take separate vacations."

"I see," Alyscia observed, moaning tensely as her own excitement began to mount under Val's inexperienced stroking. Sometimes fumbling can be more of a turn-on than sterile, efficient skill. She began to hump her pussy into Val's fingertips. "Having marital troubles?"

"Sort of." But Val didn't want to talk about herself. She wanted to hear more about Alyscia and about her exciting, cunt-tingling job. "How did you get to be a prostitute?"

"The usual way." Alyscia closed her eyes, sucking in her breath tensely as Val rubbed her clit. "I was in college, didn't have enough money for tuition, so I did some tricking on the side. I got really good at it, and liked it a lot. So I dropped out of school and have been… oh! Ohhh… I've been doing it ever since."

"I bet you've had a lot of interesting experiences?" Val asked. She sucked Alyscia's nipples, first the right, then the left. "Why don't you tell me a few?"

Alyscia groaned. "I will on one condition."

"What?"

"If you lick my cunt."

Val gasped. "All right… I will!"

She began to slide down in Alyscia's arms, licking her tongue across the blonde woman's stiff brown nipples, running her lips across her belly. Inside her skull, Val's head seemed to be exploding.

Alyscia stopped her for a moment. "Have you ever licked a cunt before?"

Val shook her head.

"It's easy," Alyscia assured her. She settled back on the bed, spreading her thighs, offering her blonde-haired pussy up toward Val's open, eager mouth. "Just lick me the way you like to be licked. You know what feels good."

Pulling the lips of Alyscia's cunt open, exposing the wet red underside, Val pressed her mouth into the oozing, yellow-haired snatch. She began to eat her first pussy.

"Once I made love to Leigh Bradley, the movie star," Alyscia said, moaning softly. She ran her fingers through Val's long brown hair. Val's tongue lapped up and down over her clit. "Leigh's a lesbian you know…"

CHAPTER EIGHT

"Are you sure it's all right?" Doug asked.

Jessi laughed, tossing her long red hair. "That's the tenth time you've asked me that question. Did you know that? At least ten times." She sighed with mock exasperation, her big firm tits straining at the material of her pink sweater. "Yes, darlin', it's perfectly all right. What do you think I am, crazy? Surely I couldn't be getting you in dutch without doing the same for myself."

It made sense. "No, I guess not." Doug tapped his fingernail against the side of his glass.

"You just take it easy and relax, honey." She smiled at him and blew him a kiss. "Want me to freshen your drink?"

"No… thanks." Unconsciously, Doug began to pull at his sideburns, twisting and twirling the short dark hairs around his fingers. "You see, it's just that…"

The doorbell rang.

Doug's mouth dropped open and his face paled. "Oh shit."

"Darlin'…" Jessi cast a stern green eye at him, positively perplexed by his inability to trust her word. A last gulp of her gin and tonic, and she put the glass on the floor next to the sofa. "Don't you think I know my own husband?" she asked.

Doug drained his Scotch. The ice cube rattled coldly against his teeth. "I sure hope you do," he muttered into the glass, feeling very fatalistic suddenly. "Oh, well…"

"You going to walk me to the door?" she asked.

"No, that's all right. I'll wait here. I'll let you tell him… about this, afternoon."

Jessi shook her head and smiled. "Darlin', one of these days you're going to learn to trust me."

The doorbell buzzed again.

"I hope so." He tried to smile, but it came out a grin.

Watching her firm, full ass disappearing through the living room arch, headed toward the door, Doug felt as if he were shrinking into his chair. A wave of pure anxiety swept him, and he mentally kicked himself, wondering if he were a fool. What was he doing there?

With his ears attentive to every sound, he could hear Jessi open the front door, greeting her husband Walt. He couldn't make out their words, but he could hear them talking. They seemed to talk for a very long time. Doug began to sweat under his armpits. The roof of his mouth got very dry, and there was a metallic taste on his tongue. Incredibly, he got a thick, pounding hard-on, throbbing through his pants, even after the exhausting morning and afternoon he'd spent with Jessi. He squeezed it unconsciously, then realized what he was doing, and went back to wishing the damned thing would go away.

By the time he realized they had stopped talking, it was too late to panic. In a kind of numb detachment, he glanced up at the living room arch, just in time to see Jessi and her husband walking toward him.

Walt Holbrook was tall and slender, with a delicate, almost sensitive face. Thin-lipped, with large, round brown eyes, with long brown lashes, his narrow, high-cheeked face was topped with sandy-colored brown hair, which he wore cut short. Handsome, but almost in a feminine way, he wore a dark blue sweater with an open vee neck, and a pair of faded, tight-fitting jeans.

Instinctively, Doug stood to greet him, thankful his hard-on had shriveled back down to nothing. He found himself breathing a small sigh of relief, thankful that Walt looked as he did, and not as he imagined him. The thing he felt best of all about was Walt's face. He was smiling.

"How ya in there buddy," he said, his hand extended toward Doug in greeting. His voice was kind of twangy and thin. "Pleased to meet ya."

Doug shook hands with Walt, feeling more than a little weird about what was happening. Surprisingly, Walt's grip was strong, with his long, powerful fingers digging into his hand. They shook hands vigorously, as if it were more than just a greeting, as if it were some sort of ritual.

"How do you do. I'm Doug Barstow."

"Yeah, I know. Jessi already told me."

Doug couldn't think of an answer. "I see."

Walt released his hand finally, waving his arms about, gesturing both to Doug and his wife at the same time.

"What we doing standing up here?" he asked. "Why don't we all sit down and take a load off our feet. Get me a beer, will ya, Jes? That's a good lady. And bring another for my good buddy, Doug. I see his glass is empty. Say, what ya drinking, buddy?"

"Scotch."

"Scotch! Hear that, babe?"

"Yup, I hear ya," Jessi called out from the kitchen.

"She's a good woman," Walt confided. He was sitting on the edge of the sofa, with his legs spread wide apart, leaning forward, elbows resting on his bony knees. He grinned boyishly at Doug, and slapped him playfully on the knee. "As well you know, ya son-of-a-gun ya!"

Again, Doug didn't know what to say, so he said nothing, sitting back in his chair, one leg crossed over the other in an attempt at seeming relaxed. He wished Jessi would hurry with his drink. Not only did he need the Scotch, holding the glass would give him something to do with his hands. He could clink the ice, or stare into his drink and study its color. Anything!

"Smoke?" Walt asked, tugging a pack of unfiltered king-sized cigarettes from the front pocket of his jeans. He held them out to Doug.

"No, thanks."

"Oh, yeah, that reminds me," Walt said, lighting the cigarette, then letting it dangle from his lips, "Jessi was telling me something about you thinking I might be upset – you know, about what happened here today between you two. Well, don't worry about it. Jessi told me all about it, and believe me I don't mind."

Doug breathed another small sigh of relief. He tried to feel hopeful.

"I'm glad to hear that," he said, truthfully.

"Oh, yeah, sure, buddy," Walt assured him, nodding his head vigorously, exhaling a huge white plume of thick, swirling smoke. "It's happened before. Plenty of times before. Jessi's a very passionate lady. She certainly needs a lot of loving."

Doug could agree to that, but he still didn't feel confident enough to voice his opinion. Instead, he smiled pleasantly, and nodded his head knowingly.

"Who's talking about me?" Jessi asked, carrying a tray with their drinks. She began distributing them. "I heard my name being mentioned when I walked in here. Is anybody going to tell me what about?"

"I was just telling Doug that you're a very passionate lady," Walt said, popping the top of his beer. He drank from the can. "I was telling him, too, that you certainly do need lots of loving."

"I'll drink to that," Jessi said, sitting on the sofa next to her husband. She put the tray down on the side of the sofa, leaning against it, but it slipped and clattered to the floor. Jessi laughed as if honestly amused; and then she took a deep sip from her third gin and tonic. She gulped it down. "… Certainly is a lot of truth in what you say, darlin'."

Doug swallowed some Scotch, grateful for the burning sensation spreading across his chest. For a moment or two it took his attention away from the wholly bizarre conversation in which he found himself.

"Oh, and Jes told me you did good and right by her," Walt said, exhaling another thick flume of smoke. He swallowed some more beer, touching the back of his hand to his lips before he spoke again. "And I especially want to thank you for that. I certainly do appreciate it."

Numbly, Doug nodded his head. "Thank you."

"So do I!" Jessi said, exploding into a fit of giggles. "Appreciate it, I mean. Oh, darlin', did I appreciate it!"

This time Doug smiled, feeling the Scotch. "It was my pleasure," he quipped.

"Only I don't think he believed me when I asked him to stay and meet you," Jessi said, pouting. Her lips turned down sourly into a thoughtful frown, and did not turn up into a smile until after she had another sip from her drink. "He didn't trust me."

"Oh, I believed you," Doug lied. "I was just a little nervous. I'm always nervous when I have to meet people for the first time."

"I think he thought you were going to beat him up or something," Jessi said, taking another sip. More than half the contents was gone. "You told him, didn't you, darlin', that everything was all right?"

"Sure, babe. First thing, right off." He grinned knowingly at Doug, cocking his head toward Jessi. "Hell, it turns me on when other men dick her. Why should I get mad? The only thing I wish is that I would have been here when ya did it. I would of love to watch you fucking her."

The tension of excitement gripped at Doug's stomach, and he could feel his cock lengthening against his thigh. A strange kind of reality had settled upon the three of them, making Doug feel drunker than his two Scotches could have made him. The strangeness was not in him: it was in Walt and Jessi Holbrook. They really were into a wide open sexual lifestyle, and were much less inhibited about it than he could ever be. While he felt intimidated by the strangeness of the situation in which he found himself, he envied them their freedom. At least they knew how to enjoy what it was, they were. Doug only wished he could say the same for himself.

"I don't think he believes you," Jessi said. "I guess he doesn't understand people like us."

Walt seemed very concerned, and intent on convincing Doug of his sincerity. "Oh, no, buddy, I really do mean it. Jes and I live a totally open marriage. We're deeply into swinging and orgies and everything. We do things like this all the time. All the time."

"I believe you," Doug said, nodding.

"Like sometimes I just pick up guys – strangers – and bring them home to fuck Jes. Or sometimes I bring home guys from where I work. I like watching Jes getting it."

"I invited him to stay for dinner," Jessi said, a grin on her face, and a wicked glint in her eyes: "He's on vacation, staying in a hotel downtown."

"Oh," Walt said, thinking. It took him a while before he caught on to what his wife was trying to make happen. The idea turned him on very much. "How long you on vacation for?"

"Two weeks."

"Got any plans? Anything definite?"

Doug drained his Scotch. What was this now, he wondered. He shook his head. "No."

"How'd ya like to stay here for the rest of your vacation?" Walt asked.

"What?"

"How'd ya like to live with us for the next two weeks? Between the two of us, we'd surely give Jes a real working out. And with all our friends, you'd get yourself enough pussy to stick your dick into to wind up with blisters on it."

Doug was stunned. "Are you serious?"

"Of course I am!" Walt looked perplexed.

"See!" Jessi injected. "I told you he was like that."

"But…" He searched for the right words. "You don't even know who I am."

"I know you've got a good cock, and my Jessi wants it. That's all I really have to know." He slapped his knee. "Say, how'd you like to go to an orgy one night?"

Doug's head was spinning. Too many incredible suggestions were hitting him before he had a chance to digest their content. It was as if some mysterious force had unexpectedly lifted him out of his normal life, and had suddenly dropped him in the middle of a pornographic film. What was happening to him just didn't happen to people. The whole thing was a fantasy, a wet dream. Any moment now he was going to wake up in bed, cock in hand. He felt like he wanted to scream.

"An orgy?" he asked, feeling numb.

"Yeah. We're always having orgies or going to them. If you came and lived with us, you could come with us whenever we went to one." He leaned forward aggressively, his eyes glistening almost feverishly. "What ya say?"

Doug shook his head. "I don't know…"

"Let's show him we mean it!" Jessi urged, squirming on the sofa, her knees swaying in and out nervously. "We'll show him we're not kidding."

Walt thought for a moment. "Ya mean now?"

"Why not?"

"What about dinner?"

"Dinner can wait, darlin'," Jessi said, her face flushed hotly. For the first time Doug noticed how stiff and thick her nipples were under her tightly fitting pink sweater. "I don't think I can wait."

"Whatever you say, babe."

Doug listened very carefully to their back and forth conversation, missing the precise meaning, but understanding enough of what they were talking about to be stunned by the idea. Inside his pants, his cock ached it was so stiff. He wanted to come again.

"Why don't you come over here and join us on the sofa," Walt suggested. He patted the sofa cushion next to him, looking at his wife. "You can sit between us, Jes."

Doug's mouth opened and closed. "You want me to come over there?"

Walt grinned. "My lady's feeling in the mood again. What are we gonna do, disappoint her?"

"You mean – the both of us?"

Walt shrugged. "Sure. Why not?"

Watching in disbelief, Doug saw Jessi sliding across the sofa until she was sitting next to her husband. She was grinding her legs tightly together, the hem of her skirt inching up on her thighs. Staring at Doug, licking her tongue around her lips, she placed her hand on Walt's crotch, running her fingers up and down his cock.

"Why don't you come and sit over here next to me, darlin'?" Jessi asked. She ran her right hand up the inside of her thigh, under her skirt. Without him actually being able to see her, he knew sloe was masturbating. She grinned and drew her hand out, her fingertips wet. "I've got two hands, you know."

Doug stood up, walking stiffly across the room, his hard-on clearly outlined through his pants. He felt very light-headed and giddy, as if what was happening was not real. He sat down next to Jessi, watching her as she unzipped the fly of her husband's jeans. She pulled out his cock, a long, slender, uncircumcised shaft, wrapping her fingers around it, jerking him off. Then she turned to him and smiled.

"I think you're gonna like this," she said.

Her hand reached out, and Doug felt her fingers curling around his shaft. She pinched into it eagerly, pulling down his zipper and thrusting her hand into his fly. An instant later his cock was out, and Jessi was masturbating him as well.

"Oh my God!" she moaned, her head leaning back against the rear cushion of the sofa, her long red hair splayed out. "Two men at once! God, I'm so hot! I'm touching two cocks at the same time!"

Doug was beginning to get pretty turned on himself, especially when he watched Walt pull up his wife's sweater, exposing her breasts. While Jessi's hand stroked up and down his cock, Walt bent over and began sucking his wife's tits. Doug humped his cock up through Jessi's pulling fingers.

"Don't wait for an invitation, buddy," Walt said, looking up from his work for a second. "Just dig right in and help yourself."

Doug slid his hand under Jessi's skirt until he was touching her cunt. She was wearing panties, but he pulled them out of the way, exposing her hairy bush. He cupped her mound in his hand, masturbating her clit, and then pushed his fingers down further between her cuntal flap, until he was fucking her with them.

"Oh – fantastic!" Jessi cried, eyes closed. She just sat there like a sponge, soaking up pleasure coming to her from so many separate directions. "Oh… oh… I love it… I love it!"

She bent over and sucked her husband's cock, lips sliding down to the base of the slender shaft, then back up to the tip. Up and down her mouth moved, making a wet, slurping sound. She snapped her head up, the cock popping from her her lips. Turning around the other way, her mouth still warm from Walt's dick, she began to suck Doug's cock. He thrust two more fingers into her cunt.

"Believe me now?" Jessi asked, winking at him.

Doug moaned when he felt her lips closing over his prick again. "I'm beginning to," he grunted. He had three fingers shoved in her pussy, and she was squirting her wetness all over his hand. "I'm beginning to."

"Shhh…" Jessi cautioned. "He's still sleeping."

"Are you sure that…"

"Cybill!" Jessi said, warning her friend. She shook her head and tried to look very cross, but she was too aroused for that. "You're gonna wake him up, darlin', if you don't be quiet. Want to ruin everything?"

Cybill shook her head, accepting the criticism without protest. A small, slender woman, with short brown hair, brown eyes, and a dark complexion, she was also incredibly promiscuous, so she would do nothing to jeopardize a good thing. She ran her sweaty hands up from her slender hips until she was cupping her small, firm breasts through the loose-fitting material of her house dress. Except for her panties and slippers, the house dress was the only other thing she had on.

"Are you sure it's safe?" she asked, her voice suitably hushed. She stepped into Jessi's apartment, closing the door behind her. She hadn't even bothered to put on her make-up, so urgent and insistent had her friend's call been. Still, Jessi had shown her plenty of good times, and had turned more than one dull morning or afternoon, into an orgy of loose, frequently wild sex play with their many male and female guests. When Jessi called and said come on over, that was exactly what she did. Cybill was no fool. "I mean, I don't want to get started with him – you know, get all hot and bothered, and then find out he's upset."

Jessi shook her head and sighed. Didn't anybody trust her anymore? She said, "Have I ever steered you wrong, darlin'? Believe me, Doug is gonna love what we're going to do to him. He's a very passionate, horny man."

"And he's got a big cock?" Cybill's dark eyes glittered with anticipation. "How big?"

"More than big enough to do the job."

"Christ!" Cybill shuddered, rubbing her cunt through the folds of her house dress. She was already wet, and could feel the swollen lump of her clit all stiff and hard between her cunt lips. "Can we get started? I'm really turned on. Very much."

Jessi nodded, as eager as her younger, married friend. Although they looked nothing like each other, and their personalities were as different as two ends of a magnet, they shared something so basic it almost made them inseparable: they both lived solely for sex, and would do anything, with anyone, if they knew it would get them off. Jessi only wished that Paul, Cybill's gorgeous young husband, was similarly inclined, but he was as square and naive as any man who ever got married. He knew absolutely nothing at all about his horny wife's extra-marital sex life. He didn't even know that Cybill was a nymphomaniac.

"Okay, let's go," Jessi said. Her legs were shaking.

"Where is he?"

"In the small bedroom."

"Can I see him first?" Cybill asked, pulling up the hem of her house dress. She was wearing a pair of lacy white panties, through which her hairy pussy was visible. She thrust her fingers down into her panties and began to masturbate. "You know – just to get an idea of what he looks like."

"Okay. Come on."

Cautioning her again to be perfectly silent, Jessi led her friend to the door of the small guest bedroom. She listened at the door, put her finger to her lips, and opened the door as quietly as possible. Across the room, not very far from the open door, was the bed. Doug was sound asleep, on his back, with the covers bunched around his waist. His broad, hairy chest was bare, rising and falling slowly, and he had a hard-on in, his sleep.

"Oh – God!" Cybill hissed, jamming a finger deeply into her cunt. "He is big!"

Jessi grinned possessively. "I told you."

"Does he always sleep naked?"

"Always."

"Jesus, I want to fuck."

"Shhhh…" Jessi reclosed the door. Grinning, her cunt oozing wetness, she asked: "Well, what do you think of him?"

"Oh, God, I'm so shook up. I want to suck his cock. I want him to fuck me. Oh, God. Let's go in now. Right now. Okay?"

"Okay. Let's get undressed."

The words were hardly out of her mouth before Cybill was pulling off her house dress. In another blink of an eye she was stepping out of her panties! Her hips were slender and boyish, and the hair on her pussy was sparse and dark. Jessi could see her fingering herself.

"I'm ready," she said. "Are you sure he's good?"

Jessi smiled, remembering the past few days. She unbuttoned her bathrobe and pulled it off. Under it she was naked, and Cybill moaned and licked her lips when she saw that.

"Oh, he's very good," Jessi said, carefully folding her robe. She draped it over the back of a chair. "God, you should have seen what he did to me last night. What they both did to me."

Cybill stepped over to her friend, running her fingers up and down over Jessi's firm, large tits. "Both?" she asked, pinching Jessi's nipples as she masturbated herself. "The both of who?"

"Doug and Walt." Jessi fondled Cybill back, idly stroking her small, firm tits. "God, what a night."

"What happened?"

"They both fucked me – at the same time. Doug fucked my pussy, and Walt did it to me up the ass."

"Oh – God!" Cybill began to suck on Jessi's long hard nipples. "Both of them at the same time?"

"It was wonderful."

Cybill kissed Jessi hard on the mouth, licking her tongue around the redheaded woman's lips. She ran her hands all over Jessi's naked flesh, over her tits, between her thighs, over the cheeks of her ass. She grabbed Jessi by the ass then, and rubbed her naked pussy against Jessi's cunt.

"I can't wait anymore. I want to come."

Jessi opened the bedroom door. "Go ahead. You do it until he wakes up. Then I'll tell him."

Cybill strode directly to the bed, flipping back the bedcovers with a nervous impatience. Doug was naked, one leg drawn up, his hard-on gone, the long pink shaft of his limp dick resting against his hairy, muscular thigh. Cybill threw herself onto the bed, picking up Doug's cock in her hand. Without a word, she lowered her face to his crotch, and began to suck the sleeping man's prick.

What a surprise Doug's going to have when he wakes up, Jessi thought, masturbating as she watched her friend sucking Doug awake. Two horny housewives at the same time. I think I'll sit on his face.

On the bed, Doug stirred, then awoke. Disoriented and confused, he stared down at Cybill, a woman he'd never seen in his life, the woman sucking his cock.

"Good morning," Jessi announced cheerily, fingering her redheaded snatch. "I'd like to introduce you to my friend. Her name is Cybill."

CHAPTER NINE

Val turned her first trick at the bar of the Bel-Mar hotel. The Bel-Mar was a big, expensive luxury hotel; about a half mile further down Collins Avenue from where she was staying. Following Alyscia's professional advice to the letter, she'd been sitting in the lounge a little more than ten minutes before the slightly paunchy, roughly handsome man tried to pick her up.

"Well; hello there, little lady," he said. Standing beside Val's table, with his drink in his hand, the other hand in the pocket of his flannel gray slacks, he seemed both wealthy and confident. Deeply tanned, graying around the temples, from the wide grin on his face, it was obvious he was hoping Val would invite him to sit down. "Don't tell me somebody as pretty as you has been stood up? Why, that's a crime."

Val pretended to be offended. "I beg your pardon. I'm not in the habit of speaking to strangers." She looked past the man, toward the entrance of the lounge, as if she were expecting to see someone appear at any moment. Inside, her stomach was tied in knots, and instead of feeling turned on, as she'd always fantasized she would be, she was terrified. "And as for being stood up, you're absolutely wrong. My friend will be along any moment."

It was the last night of Val's vacation; tomorrow morning she would board a jet and fly back to New York, and to Doug. Tomorrow she was going to have to make the most crucial decision of her life – whether or not she was going to remain married to Doug. Just thinking about it made her feel uneasy, for she still didn't know how she was going to decide. The two weeks had provided her with a much needed rest, a great and varied sex life, a renewed sense of confidence in herself as a person, but little else. She was no closer to her decision than she had been two weeks earlier. Only now she was all out of time.

But not quite. Tomorrow was still tomorrow, and tonight was only tonight. The decision would have to come tomorrow, but until then she refused to burden her conscience with her doubts and insecurities. The last night of her vacation was for celebration, a last fling, her last change to do whatever she wanted to do, no questions asked.

And what Val had decided to do was act out one of her sexual fantasies thanks to her good friend and lover, Alyscia. Her advice and help had been invaluable, and without her, Val would have never had the courage to do it. On the last night of her vacation, Val decided she wanted to be a prostitute.

"Well," the man persisted, taking his hand out of his pocket, straightening his burgundycolored sports jacket. On his pinky, set in white gold, he had an enormous diamond ring. "What if your friend doesn't show up? Could I buy you a drink then?"

Val turned and studied the man carefully, trying to remember everything Alyscia had told her to look for. There were so many things, she found herself growing confused, so she decided to use her own judgment only. She tried to decide how she felt toward the wealthy stranger, what her emotional reaction to him was. She concluded that he was a turn-on, and that he probably would be very good in bed. There was a roughness, a crudeness about him that all the money in the world couldn't hide. He probably even had a big cock.

"I suppose so," Val answered finally. "I can't see any harm in that. But I doubt if you'll have that opportunity. My friend will be here."

"Well, in that case," the man said, winking at her, "why don't you let my buy you that drink now? If your friend really does show up, I won't have the chance later. Besides, you look kinda thirsty to me."

Val tried to look thoughtful. "Well, one drink, I suppose won't hurt." She stared again at the door. "And he is late."

The man bowed. "May I sit?"

"Only until my friend comes."

"But of course." He pulled a chair out from under the table and sat down. His knee touched against Val's knee, but he made no move to take it away. "What would you like me to order for you?"

Val thought for a moment. "Let's see. I am thirsty. I'll bet a nice cold bottle of champagne would do nicely. If you don't mind?" She flashed her best, most seductive of smiles. Her false eyelashes fluttered.

"Champagne it will be." He waved over a waiter and, placed his order: another Scotch for himself and a bottle of their best champagne. His deeply tanned face cracked into a white, dazzling smile. "Money's no object."

The words made Val's cunt lips quiver.

"What's your name?"

"Valerie. What's yours?"

"John. John Miller."

Val smiled. How very appropriate, she thought.

A moment later, the waiter brought the bottle of champagne. He uncorked it, and poured a glass for Val. She picked it up and sipped it, the bubbles tickling under her nose.

"You know, I don't think my friend is going to come after all." She smiled at her John.

"I didn't think he'd show up." He drank down his Scotch, picking the glass up with the hand on which he wore the diamond pinky ring. The light caught in the stone and made it glitter. "So I guess that kinda makes you free for the evening. Ain't that right?"

"I guess so."

He leaned forward over the table, grinning lasciviously. "Maybe feel like having a good time, huh?"

Val rubbed her knee up and down against the side of his thigh. She pressed hard into his leg so that he'd feel the pressure, and there would be no mistake in his mind about what was happening.

"I'm always in the mood for a good time."

"How much is it going to cost me?" John asked. Under the table, hidden by the table cloth, he put his hand on Val's knee. She was wearing a dress with a short skirt, but John kept his hands on her knee only, squeezing it in and out, making Val cream in her panties. "How much is it going to cost me to have this here good time?"

"It depends on how much of a good time you want."

"You speak French?"

"Fluently."

"How many words a minute?"

"Twenty-five dollars for the whole conversation," Val said, purposely cutting Alyscia's suggested price right in half. Even though he seemed to have money, she didn't want to scare him off. She really wanted to turn this trick. Besides, she wasn't doing it for the money. "Twenty-five."

John seemed pleased. He smiled at her, nodding his head in surprise. "Well, don't that beat everything. This must really be my lucky day. And here I woulda been willing to pay double that price." He ran his hand up under Val's dress until he was touching her cunt. Val spread her legs to give him better access. That made him smile even more. "Little lady, you've got yourself a deal."

Val almost came. In fact, she actually began to come, but she fought it back, squeezed down hard against it, as if forcing it up back inside her body. There would be ample time for coming soon enough. Besides, she would have considered herself the rankest sort of amateur to have come, just from being fondled under the table by a stranger, especially that night. What kind of prostitute would that have made her? A very horny amateur one.

Trying to conceal the trembling in her hands, Val picked up her glass of champagne and drained it. Then she put the glass back down on the table.

"I'm ready anytime you are," she said.

"You got a room in the hotel?"

Val shook her head. "No. Have you?"

John shook his head. "Sure, I've got a room. But you're gonna have to come up with something better than that suggestion."

"What do you mean?"

"I've got a room. My wife and daughter are in it."

"Oh. I see."

"I still want you though." He ran his hand up the front of her cuntal mound, trying to get into her panties. But Val was wearing panty hose, the top of which was cutting into her stomach, far out of John's reach. When he found he couldn't get in her panties, he tried to pull them down, but that didn't work either. He went back to cupping her mound and trying to finger her through her underwear. "I want you real bad."

Not as much as I want you, Val thought, the threat of losing her first client making her squirm with anxiety. What should she do? Take him back to her hotel? Even as a novice that seemed unwise.

"Isn't there any place?" she asked.

"There is – naw."

"What?"

"It's not a good place. It's dangerous. We could get caught maybe." He thought for a moment. "But maybe not. I guess it could work."

"Where? Are you going to tell me?"

"On the stairs."

"What?" Val was getting very turned on, from his fingers rubbing on her clitoris, but mostly from the idea of what she was doing. She was a prostitute, trying to secure her first trick. A fantasy come true. It blew her mind. "What did you say? The stairs?"

"Sure…"

"Are you crazy?"

"No, listen. This is a very big hotel. Nobody uses the stairs anymore. Everybody takes the elevators. Most people probably don't even know where the stairs are."

Val listened carefully.

"Hell, the stairs are probably one of the most deserted parts of this whole damn place. Why, I'll bet days sometimes go by and nobody even walks on them."

"Are you sure?"

"Well, it's not like being behind a locked door," he said. He winked at her, tapping the edge of her pussy with his fingertip. "But I'm willing to take the chance. How 'bout you?"

Val thought about, it carefully. If she said no, she stood a good chance of losing him, especially if she couldn't come up with a substitute. And what he said about the stairs seemed to make sense. It wasn't as if they were going to fuck; although she would have preferred it that way on her first time. She didn't need a lot of room in which to suck his cock. All she needed was room enough to kneel.

"All right," Val said. "I'll do it."

John nodded in approval. "Good girl."

"How are we going to do this now? Are we going to leave together, separately? Am I going to meet you there? Are you going to tell me where it is?" She was very nervous and excited, and it was beginning to show.

"Why don't I meet you there?" John suggested.

"All right, whatever you say. Tell me how to get there." She wanted to get it over and done with before she came to her senses and realized what she was doing. "Where are these stairs?"

"Take the elevator out there, in the lobby…" – he pointed – "… and take it up to the – say, twenty-third floor. Get off the elevator, go to the right, until you come to a door that says stairs. There are two doors. You go through the first into a little hallway, and then you go through the second door, and you're out onto the stairs. I'll meet you there."

Val repeated the directions in her head. It seemed easy enough. Her insides were quaking like jelly, and she felt giddy. She felt completely detached from reality.

"All right, I'm going to go now," she said.

"I'll meet you there in five minutes. Or less."

As soon as John's hand slid out from under Val's skirt, she began to get up. "Oh, I forgot." She sat back down again. "There is one more thing."

"What?"

"This."

Under the table, Val put her hand on John's cock. Hidden by the table cloth, she stroked his cock up and down, her fingers pinching into the thick round shaft through his gray flannel slacks. Her intuition had proved to be right: he did have a large prick.

"Oh!" John gasped, the color draining from his face.

"I hope you don't mind," Val said, squeezing his prick, wanting to open his fly, but lacking the courage. "I was curious to see how well you were hung."

"Well?" he asked, looking around at everyone at the nearby tables. From the expression on his face, Val wasn't sure if he was hoping that no one had seen what she was doing, or if he was hoping that everyone had. "How do I measure up? In comparison to all the other men you've been with as a professional?"

"Mister," Val said, squeezing his cock as hard as she could, "you've got a big cock!"

John beamed. "Really?"

"Absolute truth, I swear to God." Val released his cock, patting it several times before she finally stood up. "See you upstairs in five minutes."

"You bet!" he said.

Val walked away, feeling confident and sure of herself for the first time. She knew that he would follow her now.

She walked across the lobby of the Bel-Mar, feeling very slinky and feline, swaying her hips, aware that many pairs of eyes were watching her every move. It was as if she were on exhibition, or as if she were naked. Her skin got all hot and prickly and she began to think about coming again.

She was a prostitute!

Val pushed the button for the elevator, and the doors slid silently open. It was an automatic, self-service car, and Val was its only passenger. She stepped on, pushed the button for 23, then stood back and waited. After a long time, the door closed, and the car began to go up, rising very quickly, racing directly to the twenty-third floor. Val's ears popped from the change in pressure, and gravity tugged at the backs of her knees as the elevator slowed and stopped its speedy ascent. The flutter of uneasiness she had felt in the pit of her stomach all night, flared up again, spreading into another terrifying moment of an icy cold sweat and total panic. Val sucked in a deep breath and stepped out of the elevator, exhaling slowly, silently.

The lushly carpeted long, long hallway, broken every ten feet or so by the ever repeating image of door after door, on both sides of the hallway, was completely empty and quiet. As the elevator doors thumped together behind her, Val turned to the right and began walking down the hall, the sound of her feet muffled by the thick carpeting, frayed in spots, already beginning to show signs of wear.

She found the door leading to the stairs, and before she opened it, she looked both ways down the hallway, just to make certain she was unobserved. The hallway was completely empty. Val turned the knob and pushed open the heavy metal door, stepping into a small empty area, six-by-eight feet wide. It was made of concrete, painted stark white, and illuminated by a single stark light bulb screwed into a fixture on the wall. Next to the bulb there was a fire extinguisher and a long coil of fire hose, folded up like an accordion. Next to that was the other door. Val walked over to it and opened it.

She was on the stairs, completely alone, and suddenly she began to tremble with anxiety. It was so quiet and lonely, and she began to wonder what she really was doing there. So much had happened in two weeks, she realized. She wondered if she would ever be the same woman again.

The anxiety passed; as it had been doing all day, and Val felt herself calming. Leaning back against the heavy metal door, she was aware of its coldness reaching her even though she was wearing a sweater over her dress. There was a dampness in the air, a dank mustiness, and she could see why John – her, first John – had thought of this place. It was absolutely deserted. It was so big and empty sounding she doubted if anyone ever went there. She had a feeling she was in some kind of tomb, or had somehow gotten inside of the hotel's skeleton.

Just outside the door against which she was leaning, there was a large rectangular area, ten feet long, five feet wide, joined by the two sets of stairs, one coming down from the floor above, the other going down to the floor below. The walls were painted the same flat white color that the previous area had been, only out here there was no attempt to even make it seem clean or attractive. The walls were bare cinder block, and the floors were dirty and unswept. The banister for the concrete stairs was a length of pipe.

Val walked over to the stairs and looked down. She could see all the way down, all the endless flights of stairs with their pipe banisters, the same unchanged image repeating itself again and again. When she looked up, she saw the same thing. The hallway and stairs were absolutely quiet, and when she walked back over to the door, she was very aware of the clicking sound her heels made. There was even an echo.

She began to masturbate.

Hitting her with alternating waves of dread and depravity, Val found her mood swinging from one extreme to another. The realization of what she was doing – that she was a prostitute, about to suck some man's cock for money!! – nearly drove her mad with insatiable lust. It was a fantasy come true and she was living it! To know that she was going to suck his cock, that he was going to come in her mouth, spilling his hot sperm down her throat, made her body ache with desire, and she had to do something to relieve herself or she'd scream. God, it was so fantastic she couldn't believe it.

Val pulled up the skirt of her dress, holding it up with one hand, and she yanked down her panty hose and panties, not caring that she ripped them. Her belly was pale and the dark brown hair covering her snatch was damp with perspiration. She pressed two fingers against the edge of her cuntal mound, and the loose lips spread wide apart, exposing her hot throbbing clitoris. She began to masturbate rapidly, feeling the pleasure surging down her legs, her crotch a sopping mass, the cool damp air stinging her naked, exposed flesh, turning her on even more.

Her thoughts filled with the wildest, most depraved fantasies she could summon, Val was suddenly struck by a particularly exciting notion, and it made her moan out loud. Not only did the thought make her even wetter than she already was, it was an idea she could implement. She hurried to do so, aching to see the look on John's face when he discovered it. It was so wicked it made her want to come.

Holding her dress up with one hand, walking bow-legged because, of the panty hose and panties stretched across her thighs, Val moved away from the door. She walked straight ahead, stopping at the wall directly in front of the door. Turning around, she leaned back against the cold, dirty bricks, and resumed her masturbation. When John walked through that door, he was going to get some surprise. The first thing he would see was Val's wide open, wet, finger-stuffed pussy.

"Ohhh!" Val moaned. Outside, the door had opened. She closed her eyes and pressed her fingers hard against her clitoris. It was about to happen! "Oh… oh!"

"Val…" she heard John call out, his voice coming to her muffled through the heavy fire door. "You in here, little lady?"

"In here!" Val cried, grunting with pleasure, pushing her middle finger in and out of her cunt hole. Wetness oozed out of her and made her fingers sticky. "I'm right here, baby!"

The door opened.

"So here you – well, will you looka that!" John's eyes were open wide, and his jaw was slack with surprise. But for only an instant, for as his brain sorted out what was happening, his expression went from shock to one of absolute lechery. He stepped out onto the stairway quickly, closing the door behind him. "Jesus, will you looka that! You must be some hot bitch, ain't ya?"

"The hottest," Val said, fingering her pussy for him. She ground her hips around, thrusting them forward, teasing him with her cunt. "And the wettest. And the horniest! Come here and give me your cock. I want to suck it!"

Fondling himself through his pants, his cock already stiff and hard, John stepped swiftly toward Val, his other hand stretched out in front of him, eager to dip his fingers into her quim. Even as he walked, he was tugging at his zipper, trying to pull his cock out of his pants. He stopped in front of her, his cock out, long and fat and pink, jerking himself off as he stared at Val's pussy. Without losing a stroke, he reached out to touch her.

"Uh-uh!" Val said, smiling, jerking her hips back so that he just missed touching her cunt. "If you want my body you've got to pay me."

John smiled. "Oh, surely. Just my impatience, little lady." He removed his wallet from the inside pocket of his sports coat, removing a crisp twenty and an old, crumpled five. "Twenty-five, right?"

Val reached out and grabbed the money. "Right!" She crumpled it into a ball in her fiat and shoved it into the pocket of her sweater. Then she thrust her hips out toward him, offering John her wet, hairy slit. "Now you can do anything you want!"

He reached out and touched her cunt, carefully, almost gently, curling his short, thick fingers over the edge of her pussy. Squeezing in with a powerful grip, he began to masturbate her, his touch surprisingly tender. He ran his middle finger down her slit to her cunt hole. Slowly he inserted it inside her.

"Oh… you're very wet. And hot."

"I am hot." Val closed her eyes, grinding her hips around tightly while John's finger pushed in and out. She couldn't believe how wicked she felt. "I'm very turned on. I find you an exciting man… Oh! Push your finger in harder! All the way in. Oh, that's it." She squeezed her cunt closed in appreciation, grinding the walls of her leaking passageway against his stroking finger. "Can you feel that?"

"Oh yes. I can feel it very well." He pumped his cock slowly, using his thumb to flit at her clit. "You have a lovely cunt. May I – kiss it?"

Val shuddered. "Sure, go ahead. I don't mind. I love having my pussy licked."

As if he were about to pray, John very carefully got down on his knees in front of Val, positioning himself between her widely parted thighs. His face was on a direct level with her pussy, and he found himself staring directly at it. The wet, sexy odor of her excitement tickled under his nostrils, and he inhaled it deeply, while he committed to memory every curve, line, wrinkle, and hair of her oozing slit. Using both hands, he reached up and began to roll her panties and panty hose down her legs. When they were down to her knees, he reached back up and separated the lips of her cunt, using both hands. Gazing at her fully exposed, throbbing pink clit for a long while, John sighed audibly, and then he pushed his tongue past his lips and began to lick Val's pussy.

"Oh… fabulous!" Val moaned, grinding her cunt hard into John's face. His tongue worked with all the skill and precision of an expert craftsman, sticking her with it as if it were a needle, prodding her into an almost instantaneous state of frenzy. Grabbing onto his head with both hands, she spread her thighs as far apart as she could get them. With her shoulders wedged against the wall for support, she arched her spine and brought the underside of her crotch in direct contact with John's face. She held herself poised, balanced on the tip of her toes, while he licked her from one end of her slit to the other, making her come twice. She rolled her hips around, and smeared her pussy all over his tongue. "Love it, baby… love it! God, what a tongue. Make me come again! Oh… fabulous!"

John stood up. He was visibly shaking, and his face was flushed hotly, dripping with sweat. His cock stood out of his pants at a right angle, hot and swollen and bright red with barely controlled excitement. Smeared all across his face was Val's discharges.

"I think I'm ready," he said, breathing hard. "Let me lean against the wall."

They exchanged places. John stood with his shoulders against the bricks, his legs spread out in front of him. Down the front of his pants his balls dangled, and standing like the trunk of a tree, his long thick cock rose from the yawning mouth of his zipper. Prepared to get down on her knees, Val pulled up her panties and panty hose. Her crotch was drenched in wetness, and she was so loose and open, the crotch piece of her panties slipped right up between the lips of her pussy.

"Wait!" John said, stopping her as she began to kneel. "Sell me your panties."

"What?"

"Sell me your panties!"

"But…"

"Don't argue with me. Here's five dollars. Now give me your panties!"

Val looked at the money in her hand. She was too excited not to do it. "All right," she said and began to undress.

"Rub your panties all over your pussy!" John urged. "I want them all wet and randy smelling. Please, hurry. I want to come!"

Val stripped off her panty hose, kicking off her shoes in her eagerness, standing barefoot on the cold concrete landing. She rubbed her pussy with both hands, grinding the material of her pale yellow panties all over her creaming underside. Then she pulled the panties off and handed them to her John, dropping finally to her knees in front of him.

"Now suck my cock!" he cried, crushing the raunchy, wet material across his mouth and nose. He inhaled deeply, his head reeling with exquisite anticipation, and licked his tongue up and down the damp, oozy stain which completely covered the crotch of Val's panties. "Now suck my cock! I'm going to come in your mouth!"

Holding his cock steady with both hands, Val slid him into her mouth. His cock was incredibly hot, throbbing on her tongue, inching past her tightly gripping lips as he slipped deeper and deeper in. Sucking him as hard as she could, lapping her tongue rapidly up and down, she could feel the head of his cock hammering at the back of her throat. When her lips touched the base of his belly, and the full length of his pulsing shaft was in her mouth, she began to pump her head up and down, sucking his cock.

"I'm coming!" John cried, his sperm spraying hotly into Val's mouth. He rubbed the wet smell of her pussy all over his face, and that made him come harder, better. "Suck you, whore! Suck my cock! Aaahhh!"

As her mouth began to fill up with his sperm, Val began to come again. Without ever touching herself, without rubbing her thighs together, Val found herself coming. Her orgasm was very intense, very powerful, and left her stunned! She began swallowing just to keep from gagging, her cheeks puffing out with the swirling hot liquid, some of it oozing down her chin. The more he came, the better her orgasm got. She kept rubbing his cock with her tongue, tickling the underside of his shaft, trying to coax out more and more sperm. Catching each shimmering blob on her tongue, she flit it back into her mouth, shuddering in pleasure as it slid down her throat.

The orgasm was so good, she even considered giving him back his money. She didn't, however.

CHAPTER TEN

Doug moved aimlessly through the apartment, clutching a glass of Scotch in one hand, masturbating himself with the other. Incredible! he thought. An orgy – an honest to God orgy! It was everything the Holbrooks had promised it would be, that and more – much, much more. Scanning each room before he entered; he found himself almost bewildered by the surrealistic scenes of depravity going on all around him, turned on by the erotic visions which maintained his throbbing hard-on.

"Oh, I'm coming! Do it again… harder!" a woman's breathless voice squealed, attracting his attention. "I'm commmmmmmmpphhh!"

Doug looked to the side, and on the rug, next to the bed, was a woman, her legs kicking high in the air, spread wide apart. On top of her, a small, heavy man was pummeling his cock in and out of her pussy. Another man was standing over her, and just as she began to come, the man lowered himself onto the woman's face, and shoved his prick into her mouth. The man fucking her cunt went wild as he watched her sucking the interloper, and his stubby cock jumped and pulsated inside her quim. His come jerked out of him in thick, flowing blobs.

Doug squeezed his hard-on, debating whether to join the horny trio or not. Jessi had said that there were no rules at their orgies. Anyone could join at anytime, just as long as the others agreed. The woman, creaming all over the cock pistoning into her, sucking dry the other filling her mouth, did not look as if she would refuse anything at the moment. But, as. Doug watched her swallow gulp after hot gulp of hot semen, he realized that there wasn't any room left for him on her willing body. Her ass… maybe. No, she wasn't in the right position.

Doug moved on.

In the foyer, on the way to the kitchen to refill his glass of Scotch, Doug was stopped by a blonde woman, in the mid-thirties. She stepped in front of him, preventing him from entering the kitchen, and placed her hand on his chest.

"Say, I haven't seen you before," she said, curling the soft hairs on his chest. "You're kind of cute."

"I'm a guest of the Holbrooks." He appraised her body, which was slightly plump and a little too pink, but nevertheless, very enticing. "And this is my first orgy."

She looked positively delighted. "Your first orgy ever?"

As she ran both hands up and down his arms, admiring his rippling muscles, Doug realized she was turned on by his admission that this might have been his very first orgy. He felt oddly embarrassed.

"Yes," he admitted. "It's my first – ever."

"Ohhh. Have you made it with anyone yet tonight?"

Doug shook his head. "I've been wandering around. Kind of getting the feel of things."

Staring at his hand, which still clutched at his cock, she laughed at Doug's unintended joke. When Doug realized, he joined, her in laughing, his face slightly tinged with a flush. He let go of his rod, rubbing his hand on his thigh. His cock stood straight out, pointing at her belly.

"Hi. My name is Ginger, and I haven't been anyone's first in a long time." Her orange lips puckered into a kiss, and she blew it softly to him, hoping he would agree with her suggestion. "I'd like to be your first orgy partner. I promise I'll make it really nice for you."

The round, rosy nipples of her overripe breasts stood at attention under his steady gaze. Slowly, he let his interested glance travel down from the fleshy orbs, along her smooth torso, to the thickly bearded mound of her pussy. Showing off for Doug, she spread her legs. Her pubic hair looked more like fur, a dense patch of light brown softness, and he immediately wanted to bury his fingers into its warm, sticky recesses.

"I'd really like to be the very first," she said, "to suck your cock… to suck it absolutely dry, emptying your balls of your first orgy's come." Her hand reached for his rock-hard prick, and she stroked the shaft up and down, soothing it, reassuring him. "Would you like that?"

Like it? He'd love it! Gyrating his hips in small circles, masturbating himself into her hand, Doug felt the most pleasurable sensations coursing through his body. He closed his eyes, concentrating on her expert administrations along his rigid member, realizing that it wasn't going to take much to get him off. With all that he'd seen taking place so far, and all that he expected could happen, especially with Ginger's hot, cushiony palm caressing his prick, Doug already felt the juices churning in his tentacles. He could feel them rising up, threatening to explode from his, throbbing cock.

"Oh yes," he said, answering her finally. "I think rd like you to suck my cock, very much." A shudder made him tremble as she pulled his prick more eagerly. "Can we go somewhere?"

"Why not right here?"

Doug shuddered. "Here?"

Ginger knelt down in front of him, her arms circling his body, her hands resting on his ass cheeks. "Take a look around," she urged. "There are people fucking and sucking all over the place. Why not right here, too?"

She nudged his cock toward her mouth, digging her fingers into his ass. She opened her mouth wide, her tongue snaking out to lick her lips, moistening them. A look of passion hardened her expression, and desire pierced from her eyes. Doug thrust his body forward, spearing his cock into Ginger's waiting mouth.

"Oh… Jesus!" Heat engulfed his prick, sending flashing sparks up the length of his rod, an electric like shock jolting his brain. "Oh… ohhh!"

Her orange lips spread wider around his elongated thickness, sliding over his cock head. Tightening in on his flesh, she drew him slowly into her mouth, sucking on him as if his cock were a straw, and she were eager to drink down its white, spermy contents. More and more of him disappeared into her eager, sucking mouth. Doug's eyes widened in amazement as he watched her swallow his large organ right down to its root, leaving only his balls to dangle from between her taut lips.

"Ohhhh!" His asshole puckered from the back and forth pulling of his flesh, and he clenched the tiny sphincter tightly shut, his excitement heightening: "Suck me… suck my cock! Suck it all the way down your throat!"

Ginger rolled her tongue around the pulsating organ which was filling her mouth, her throat stretching to accommodate its length. As she jerked her head from side to side, urging the sperm loose, she buried her fingers in her snatch. Two fingers inside her hole, and two fingers pulling on her extended clitoris, she masturbated, gobbling Doug's huge cock, wanting to feel it spurt hot seed down into her belly.

"I'm going to come! Ginger, I'm going to come – in your mouth!" Doug flattened his stomach against her face, shoving his cock as far down her throat as it would go. He could feel it throbbing against the roof of her mouth. "My first orgy… my first orgasm! And you're doing it, Ginger. You!" His legs stiffened, his eyes closed, and his body went limp. He began to come, his cock emptying itself of his hot liquid sex, spilling it into her mouth.

"Mmmpph!" Ginger moaned around Doug's spasming prick, feeling it twitch and stiffen on her tongue. She sucked deeply, milking the twitching organ with her lips. When she felt his sperm searing into her, pouring down her gullet, coating her insides with its warmth, she began to come, three fingers from each hand thrust deeply into her grinding twat. "Ohhh… uuuhhhmm!"

Once his balls were empty, Doug became aware of the numbness in his legs, a result of the strain of holding himself up for one of the best blowjobs he'd ever had in his life. He withdrew his limp prick from between her spermy lips, and it plopped wetly out, exhausted, and rested against his hairy thigh. Ginger cleaned her lips of his sperm, licking every drop into her greedy mouth. Her hands were still pulling at her cunt lips, draining the last of her orgasm.

"Well, how was it?" She seemed to have more strength and energy than before, as if his sperm had acted as some kind of super amphetamine. "Was it as good as I said it would be?"

Doug was breathing hard. "Oh, it was very good. Believe me. That's one blowjob I don't think I'm ever going to forget. Or the person who gave it to me." He sat down on the floor, slumped against the wall for support. "Not ever."

Ginger clapped her hands together. "Oh, wow. Hey, that's really nice." She grinned. "But I haven't finished yet."

"Huh?"

Dazed, Doug raised his head and stared at Ginger. His prick felt as if it were dead. As Ginger crawled between his thighs, his cock shriveled defensively, still sensitive, fearful of a new assault.

"I have to make you hard again," she explained. "I mean, so you can enjoy the rest of the orgy. You have to have something to fuck with, right?"

Ginger lifted his flaccid penis into her hand, kneading it gently with her fingers. Then, being very careful, she released it, letting it rest again. Sitting down between Doug's legs, she drew up her knees, and with both hands, she spread her cunt lips.

"You still have to fuck someone's cunt, right," she went on, exposing herself to Doug. "Look… look! See… you've still got to put your prick into one of these!" Ginger pulled the lips of her pussy apart, her vermillion slit gaping obscenely. "Look around, Doug. Look around at all the cunts here… look at all the willing… fucking cunts!"

It was difficult for Doug to stop ogling at her slit, all wet and sticky from the thorough frigging she'd given herself. But Ginger's words were almost hypnotic, forcing him to listen. He looked around, slowly taking in everything.

There were couples fucking, couples sixty-nining, couples jerking each other off and making each other come. There were women, with other women between their thighs, making wet, passionate lesbian love. Doug's cock twitched. He saw a dark-haired woman, kneeling on all fours, over in the corner of the room. She was giving a baldheaded man a blowjob, while another man was fucking her up the ass. Watching them, Doug's cock raised slightly. His eyes darted. He saw one man jerking himself off over two women who were lapping at each other's slit. One of the women was obviously climaxing, and her ass wiggled uncontrollably in the air. The masturbating man began to come, thick blobs of sperm spurting out, dropping onto the back of the orgasming female. The woman beneath her joined her two other partners, reaching her own instant of shattering release, moaning loudly enough for Doug to hear her above all the other moans and groaning cries of pleasure filling the room. Doug's hard-on throbbed powerfully.

"Good… it's hard again. Beautiful… beautiful!" Ginger's head bowed low and once more she sucked Doug's hard prick into her mouth. Her tongue twirled around his cock head, dipping into the small slit at its center, licking out a final drop of post-coital wetness. "There… I think you're quite ready now."

Her job completed, and her desire to be Doug's first satisfied, Ginger stood up. With nothing more than a smile and a wave of goodbye, she disappeared into the crowd of naked bodies. She was already searching for her next experience.

Now properly initiated into his first orgy, Doug also searched the room, trying to decide what he wanted to do next. He spotted Jessi on the sofa, being gang-banged by a line of men. As to be expected, she seemed to be enjoying every second of what was happening. Her cunt was oozing sloppily with what could have easily been the expended juices of five or six previous men. And there were six more men standing in line by the sofa, waiting their turn at her red haired snatch.

But Doug didn't feel like standing in line, not for anyone. He didn't have a moment to waste. Besides, he had already fucked Jessi many, many times in the past two, weeks in which he'd lived with the Holbrooks. Why waste an orgy on just one woman?

In the bedroom he found a daisy-chain of eight or nine men and women. Each heaving body was joined to the next by a mouth or sexual organ, each one bringing the next one off. That tempted him. Then something caught his eye, and he turned, knowing instantly to what he was going to treat himself next.

There was a young girl on the bed, sitting up, with her legs dangling over the side of the mattress. She couldn't have been more than eighteen or nineteen years old at the most, and her skin was so creamy and unblemished it was milk white. So, in his imagination, he thought of her as Snow White. Her long black hair swished across her back and shoulders, and her head bobbed up and down. She was sucking the long thick cock of a tall blond man, who was standing in front of her, his massive hands fondling her breasts. From the expression on his face, it was obvious that he was enjoying himself very much.

Doug moved toward the two of them, his erection swaying freely out in front of him.

Despite the fact that her baby pink lips were wrapped around a mouthful of cock, Snow White had the face of an angel. Her narrow thighs parted when she saw Doug watching her. She winked at him, letting him know that he was welcome to make it a threesome. She drew in more of the blond man's cock, wildly licking him as she did, and he showed his appreciation by pinching her tiny, pebble like nipples.

Doug watched them for a few moments, masturbating himself unconsciously. Then he got down on his hands and knees and crawled between the blond man's widely spread legs, bringing his face right up against Snow White's sparsely haired pussy. He could see her clitoris, protruding boldly out, glistening from her heavily flowing discharges. Brazenly, she spread her thighs as far apart as she could, urging him to caress her there.

Doug pressed his thumb into her clitoris. It quivered, whitening from being squashed against her box. Then his middle finger sought the opening of her cunt hole, tickling her tight slit, penetrating her only slightly.

The young girl raised her legs about an inch or two, so that her clitoris, rubbed against Doug's hand. She began to moan, the words coming out around the blond man's thick, plug like cock.

"Lick me! Lick my cunt! Lick me all over while I suck his cock off!"

While the blond man stood above him, getting head from the young girl, one leg on either side of Doug, Doug stuck his tongue into Snow White's slender gash, penetrating the pink flesh of her pussy. The girl sighed and, resuming her cocksucking, she wiggled her ass on the bed, humping her cunt against Doug's chin. His face was coated with her wetness.

He massaged her clit with his lips, his tongue sliding into her moist crack, finding its way between the folds of her cunt. He licked up, and then down, then up again. His saliva mixed in with her juices. As he crouched to eat her, his cock touched the rug, and he rotated his hips so that he could feel the rough fibers from the rug tantalizing his cock head. It felt incredibly erotic, turning him on even more.

The blond man, his cock thrusting into the young girl's mouth, started to come. He grabbed onto her tits, massaging them roughly, mauling them in his passion. His whole body quivered, his ass cheeks shimmering like jello as he pumped sperm into her mouth.

"Agggahhhh!" he moaned, the color draining out of him as his orgasm spewed out. He held her hard against him, the muscles of his arms tensed. "Suck it… suck it!"

Excited beyond belief, Doug licked avidly at the girl's cunt, his tongue making large wet circles around her hole. He touched her everywhere, licking, sucking, biting, eating her out, trying to swallow her pussy. His cock banged madly against the carpet, until suddenly, it wasn't. Something touched it, something soft. The girl had taken his prick between her two feet, and as if they were hands, she began to jerk him off.

No one had ever done that to him before, and because it was so new, so sensual an experience, and because she was so incredibly good at it, Doug thrust his tongue all the way into her box, letting her know how much he was enjoying it. His tongue wiggled deeply inside her, hitting against the walls of her cunt. Her pussy was young and tight, and it gripped his tongue powerfully, pulling it further into her body.

"Here it comes, baby!" The blond man grabbed her dark hair, and wiped her face across his groin. "Take it down, honeeeeeey! You've got it, woman – oh! Suck… suck… suck!"

The girl, who still looked like Snow White to Doug, swallowed the blonde's come. Her cheeks sucked in as she drew his fluids up and out, then puffed out as his come filled up her mouth. At the first taste of his sperm, her stomach drew sharply in, and her ass slid forward, bringing her tight young pussy even closer to Doug's mouth. Her clitoris stood rigid, then tremored as her orgasm seaped from inside her, finally emitting itself onto Doug's lapping tongue.

"Okay, baby… okay. That's enough. Easy… I can't take anymore." The blond man stumbled backwards, falling over Doug's body. He had been so engrossed in the blowjob the girl was giving him that he hadn't even noticed that Doug had joined them. When he saw Doug licking her quim, he smiled. "She's really good at fucking, too. You should try her out. She's got the tightest snatch at the orgy."

Snow White collapsed backwards onto the bed, her small firm breasts flattening slightly, her slender legs still spread wide, dangling over the edge of the mattress. Doug continued to lick her cunt, biting occasionally on the softening bud of her clitoris. Slowly, she began to get turned on all over again.

When she was squirming around on the bed, moaning for more, Doug climbed on top of her. Lowering his full weight onto her body, he plunged his prick into the pudding between her legs. He began fucking her, turned on by her tight young cunt, desperately wanting to come inside of her.

"Yes… yes! Fuck me! Oh, fuck me deep… deep… deeper!" She began to come, the instant he'd entered her, and the more he slid into her, the more she came. "All the way in… all the way… aggghhhhh! More… more… more!"

She went insane with passion, moaning, writhing, bouncing up and down under his plunging weight. She kept on coming over and over again, coating the throbbing shaft of Doug's drilling prick with her sticky love juices.

The blond man had been right. She was as tight as a fifteen-year-old virgin, and as equally eager. In, he thrust, hard, pausing to savor the erotic firmness around his prick, and then slowly, slowly, he pulled out. Her cunt oozed around his flesh, embracing it, welcoming it. She drew him eagerly into her, until the head of his humping prick banged against the opening to her womb. In and out Doug pistoned, in and out, slowly at first, and then faster and faster, until the heat of their fucking seared into his cock.

"I'm coming – again!" Snow White screamed. "Don't take your cock out – not ever! Leave it in me forever. Ohhhhhh! I'm cominnnnng!" She wrapped her legs tightly around his waist, digging her heels into him. Her body rocked back and forth under Doug's pressing weight, her tits hard and swollen, aching to be soothed by the rough embrace of his fingers. "Yes… yes… yes!"

As the delirium of orgasm spread through her, her mouth fell open, and Doug shoved his tongue between her lips. He began licking the insides of her cheeks. Then he sucked on her tongue, drawing it back into his own mouth. His hands pushed themselves under her body, until they slid down under her ass. Grabbing her up to him, stabbing his prick painfully into her as far as he could, he spread the cheeks of her ass, titillating her anus with his middle finger.

From somewhere deep inside him, a coldness made him shiver, then shudder violently. Doug came, his cock pouring forth long spurts of thick hot come. Bubbling within her, his spunk scalding her insides, she began to swell with sexual heat. Their bodies ground together, as if they were trying to become one. Doug continued to come, his cock throbbing inside of her tight, tight pussyhole.

After the few long moments while their pleasures peaked, they unclasped from each other, collapsing side by side on the bed. Seconds later the young girl was fast asleep, a look of pure contentment masking her angelic features. Doug stared at the ceiling, trying to catch his breath, holding his chest with one hand, reassuring himself that his heart was still beating. It was; very fast and very loud.

Fatigued, Doug was tempted to close his eyes and go to sleep. But he didn't. This might be his one and only chance to attend an orgy, and he didn't want to miss any of it. Even though he didn't think he could come again, not for a while yet at least, he wasn't about to give up any of the raunchy treats he saw all around him.

With some difficulty, he managed to pull himself into a sitting position. Then he staggered to his feet. Deciding that he would get something to eat, and something cold to drink, Doug once more returned to the kitchen.

The kitchen table was covered with platters of cold cuts and salads, and all of the garnishes to go with them. Doug made himself a roast beef sandwich, piled heaps of potato salad onto his plate, and poured himself a tall, cold, foamy glass of beer. Sipping some of the bitter amber liquid, he let it wash the taste of cunt juice down his throat, then biting into a pickle, he made his way to an empty corner of the living room.

The room was dense with smoke, and Doug thought he caught a whiff or two of marijuana. But he couldn't tell where it was coming from. He sniffed at the air around him, still unable to track down the familiar odor. Giving up finally, he went back to eating, hunger being the first consideration for the moment.

On the sofa, where he'd watched Jessi being gangbanged, there was a woman. She was probably in her forties, but was very well preserved for her age. She was masturbating. Her head was resting against the rear of the sofa, and her eyes were closed. Her fingers twirled slowly around, stroking her clit, and every now and then she'd dip one finger inside of her pussy.

Doug took another bite of his sandwich.

Next to the masturbating woman was a huge, muscular black man. Sitting on the rear of the sofa, grinding her cunt against his mouth, was a white woman with long blonde hair. He was jerking himself off, while he ate her pussy. She was bouncing up and down, squeezing her tits, pulling on her long, fat nipples.

Doug sipped his beer, making a bet with himself as to which one would come first. A few minutes later he lost interest in them, and his eyes began to roam, searching for something else on which to feast.

Spread across the coffee table, there was another woman, her arms extended outward, her legs spread wide apart. It looked as if she might have passed out, but from where he was sitting, Doug couldn't be sure. A man walked passed her, then stopped to push two fingers into her box. He wiggled his fingers around inside of her, and then he withdrew his hand. Sniffing, his sticky fingers, he sucked them into his mouth, licking off her juices. Her cunt hole winked open, a thick dribble of her wetness oozing out, and then her cunt hole closed up again. The man walked away.

The woman's pussy looked as if it had been fucked raw. It was all red and puffy and bruised looking. She must have been filled with discharge after discharge of sperm, because her thighs and ass cheeks were coated with a sticky, drying film. Every now and then, another milky blob of come would slither thickly out from between the swollen lips of her cunt.

Feeling very perverse, Doug decided he wanted to fuck her. He was about to go, over to her when the delicious aroma of burning marijuana caught his attention again. He looked around. It seemed to be coming closer.

"Hi. Are you unpopular or something?"

From his vantage point on the floor, Doug looked up to see a young woman, perhaps in her early twenties. She had the biggest pair of tits he'd ever seen in his life. Her light brown hair was very long, tied into two pigtails, looking very appropriate with her freckled, unmade-up face. She was smoking a joint.

"No, I was just taking a little eating break," Doug said. "Food for a change. Care to join me?"

"Thanks." The girl sat down, crossing her legs Indian fashion, sitting across from him. She inhaled on the twisted joint she held between her two fingers. "I've been watching you watch everybody else. What are you? Some kind of voyeur or something?"

"No; I told you I was just resting. Taking a little time out to replenish my strength. But I'll bet you must be some kind of voyeur, right? You were watching me."

She shook her head. "Naw. Nothing like that. I saw you sniffing the air, trying to smell where this was coming from." She waved the joint under his nose. "You want to do some?"

A smile spread across Doug's lips, and his eyes lit up. "Are you kidding?"

Before she could say another word, he grabbed the joint from her, and inhaled a lungful of the harsh, acrid smoke. He held it down while he took a second toke, and then he passed the joint back to the woman with the big tits.

"What's your name?"

"Doug. What's yours?"

"Sharon."

She passed the joint back to him, and Doug smoked it all the way down. The roach began to burn his fingertips.

"Do you have a clip or something?"

"Naw. Just ditch it in an ashtray."

Doug stared at Sharon's tits, watching them as they rose and fell, shimmering slightly with every breath she took. Her breasts were so fucking unbelievably huge, he knew he just had to touch them. The grass filled up his brain, and he got caught up in the moment. Unaware that he was doing so, he reached out squeezed one of her tits.

"Please, don't do that."

"Oh."

As if he'd been burned by a hot flame, Doug quickly pulled his hand back. He was stunned and confused by her reaction. This was an orgy, wasn't it? Why'd she go and thrust those damned tits into his face if she didn't want him to touch them? More than anything else, Doug felt embarrassed and hurt.

"Oh, come on, now. Don't get all gouty and everything," Sharon said. "I can explain."

Doug shrugged. "That's okay. You don't have to."

"Hey, this really is good stuff, isn't it?" From out of the tiny pouch she had tied around her wrist, she removed another joint. She put it in her mouth and lit it. "Here, have some more."

They passed the joint silently back and forth between them, until it was all smoked down into an ash. Doug was wrecked, and he still wanted to touch those tits. He wanted to bury his head between them, and probably get lost in them. But she still put him off.

"I'm a part-time lesbian," Sharon finally declared. She sounded almost proud.

"A what?"

"A part-time lesbian."

Doug cocked his head at an angle, looking unbelievingly at her. "That doesn't make any sense. What is a part-time lesbian?"

Sharon held her left hand up, wiggling her ring finger in front of Doug's eyes. She was wearing a slender gold wedding band.

"My husband hates orgies, you see," she said, explaining. "He thinks that swapping and swinging is bad for a marriage, and he doesn't go in for it at all. Me, on the other hand, I need a little something on the side – if you know what I mean. You know, something to keep my interest up." She winked at Doug.

Doug nodded in agreement, but he still wasn't sure what she was talking about. In fact, he didn't understand anything except that she was a part-time lesbian. Whatever that was.

"In other words," she went on, "my old man don't want me messin' 'round with any other dude. So I come to the orgies and only make it with the chicks. Now do you dig where I'm coming from?"

"Of course." Doug grinned at her. He still didn't understand, though. He was very stoned. "What you're saying is that I can't fuck you… or eat your pussy, or get sucked off by you, or…"

"Right! Did you like the grass?"

Doug sighed, feeling somewhat depressed and let down. He wanted to fuck again, but he was too stoned to find himself a partner. Besides, he wanted to fuck Sharon, this lovely young chick with the monumentally massive mammeries, who was, of all things, a part-time lesbian.

"'S okay."

"I can tell you're disappointed," Sharon said. She licked her lips. "You wanted to make it with me, didn't you?"

"I still do," he said, hoping vaguely that she would pity him, and would make him her one exception. Maybe if… his thoughts began to wander.

"Hey, that's kinda nice, you know. That you're turned on to me and all, I mean. Say, I've got an idea."

Doug grinned like a schoolboy, his eyebrows raised expectantly. "What?"

"How'd you like to watch me making it with a chick? All guys dig watching two lesbians together. Or so I hear. Maybe my friend will fuck you afterwards. What do you think? Wanna try?"

Doug thought about it for a few moments. Sharon was right, he realized. He would "dig" watching her making it with another woman. In fact, he'd like that a lot. About the only thing he'd like even more was to be able to touch those delicious tits of hers!

"Yeah, I think I might like to do that. When could we do it?"

"Right now, if you want."

"Lead the way."

Leaving his plate on the floor, Doug followed Sharon into one of the bedrooms. She led him over to a woman who was slumped in a large, upholstered chair. The woman was sound asleep, but Sharon nudged her, and she woke up.

"Oh… hi," she said, her pale blue eyes fluttering open. "I thought you weren't coming back." Then the woman realized Doug was with her friend, and she studied his body carefully. She smiled with approval, turning to Sharon. "Who's he?"

"A present for you, Jill; for after we've finished. You like?"

"I like!"

Doug was beginning to feel very uneasy, and he was tempted to leave the two lesbians alone. But, ah! those tits. Sharon told him to go sit on the floor, facing the chair. He did, eager to see what they were going to do.

Jill arranged herself in the chair so that her elbows were resting on each of the arms. Her legs were spread, giving Sharon easy access to her pink, hairless slit. The absence of hair gave both Sharon and Doug a clear, unhindered view of her long gash, and the hard pink bud of her clitoris.

"Come and get me," Jill said, flitting her fingernails across her nipples. She lifted one breast up to her mouth, then winked at Doug. "First Sharon, and then you, lover."

Doug's hard-on throbbed at her as he watched Sharon kneeling between Jill's thighs. She lowered her head to the woman's naked snatch. Sharon's breasts swayed forward, bumping into each other, the massive, doughy mounds coming to rest on Jill's accommodating thighs.

Sharon spread Jill's cunt lips apart with her tongue, worming the soft fleshy wedge between her naked, puffy slit. He had to strain forward to see what was happening. He was very turned on, and his cock ached to be loved by someone or something, ached to be shoved into anything which was both warm and wet. Sharon's tongue flicked up at her friend's clitoris, lapped across it, then whipped it down again. She did that for several seconds before she took the whole bud into her mouth, and then she sucked on it as if it were a piece of hard candy.

Jill, still playing with her tits, began to moan. Her head swayed from side to side, her short brown hair clinging to the sides of her sweaty face. She mauled her breasts, her fingernails leaving long red marks along each of the fleshy orbs as she dug into them.

Jerking off, the grass making his arousal that much more intense and concentrated, Doug moved unconsciously towards the two women. Tits were all he could think of big, juicy, fleshy, cushiony tits! He stood behind the chair and reached down, cupping Jill's tits into the palms of his hands. He squeezed them, caressed them, pinched the nipples, then finally bent his head over them and sucked first one nipple, and then the other. Jill moaned and panted, squirming her pussy against Sharon's sucking lips.

"No… stop it! I want to do that." Sharon pushed Doug's hands away, replacing them with her own. "Your turn comes later – remember?" Then she went back to eating Jill's smooth pussy.

Jill began to come, her back stiffening, thrusting her tits forward. Sharon nibbled on one hard, thick nipple, running the palm of her hand over the other. All the while she did this, her tongue slipped in and out of Jill's cunt hole, bringing the brown-haired woman off twice. Before she could stop coming, Sharon pulled her out of the chair and laid her on the floor. Reversing her position, Sharon crawled on top of her coming friend.

The two women began to sixty-nine each other, burying their heads between each other's thighs. Sharon dipped her tongue into Jill's box, licking the running wetness flowing from her pussy, and Jill did the same back to Sharon. They rolled frantically about, first Sharon on top, and then Jill. They settled finally, with Sharon on top, and Jill obviously in the throes of another orgasm.

Doug jerked off more determinedly now. He had to come – he had to! He looked around the room, hoping a cunt would appear suddenly and impale itself upon his prick. None did, of course. He looked at the two women again, both coming now, growing desperate for a place in which to stick his hard, aching prick. A drop of clear, gooey liquid trickled from his cock head.

Finally, when he could stand it no more, Doug moved blindly toward the women. Getting down on all fours, he touched both of them with his hands, stroking their hot, sweaty flesh. That only made him want to fuck all the more. He squeezed his prick as hard as he could.

Sharon, on top of Jill, who had just come for the sixth time, quickly reversed her position. She brought herself down on the woman again, this time cunt to cunt, tit to tit, thigh to thigh. Their breasts mashed together end became one giant mountain of woman flesh. Their cunts, slit against slit, clitoris against clitoris, humped and ground and pressed feverishly together.

It was time for Doug to make his move. He could not endure another second of torture without going mad with frustration. Cock in hand, he positioned himself behind the two women. Bending awkwardly, he managed to slip his, prick into that mound of pink and white tit flesh, finally burying his dick between Sharon's wonderfully sweaty breasts.

Both women were coming, their pelvises banging against each other, their clits erect and rubbing together. Pussy lips against pussy lips, wetness secreting against wetness, they came.

"Oh – that's it! I'm coming now, Jill… I'm coming… oohhh!" Sharon was moaning loudly, completely unaware of the cock trespassing between their breasts. "I'm coming… nowwww!"

"Oh, oh, oh, oh… me too! I'm going to come… too!" Doug was panting, nearly delirious with pleasure, his cock surrounded by tits. He was lost between their breasts, fucking his cock in and out, bumping occasionally against a hard hot nipple. "Now… now!"

Doug's third orgasm erupted, spurting between the two women. Hot and thick, spraying out as if under pressure, his sperm coated their tits. When Sharon finally realized what was happening she instantly thought about her husband, and her special promise to him. She raised her body and tried to push Doug's cock away.

But Doug was already coming, and there was no way of stopping the flow fountaining from his prick. Sharon opened her mouth in protest, and was flabbergasted when a spray of semen shot into her mouth. It plopped onto her tongue, and slid hotly down her throat.

"Oh, God, no… oh!" Sharon came again. "You're not supposed to…" Sharon came again. "Oh, God – yes!"

As Sharon came again, she closed her mouth tightly around Doug's coming cock, swallowing it fully, drinking down all that was left of his orgasm. Sucking hard, licking her tongue up and down the underside of his prick, she tried to encourage more sperm up from his balls.

So much for part-time lesbianism, Doug thought, the last of his come emptying into her mouth.

Well, so much for part-time lesbianism, Sharon thought, swallowing greedily. Sorry, husband dear.

She sucked Doug harder, fingering his balls, coming more and more. At the same time, she continued to squirt her own juices into Jill's hairless cunt.

All in all, Doug thought, not a bad way of ending a vacation. Not a bad way at all.

CHAPTER ELEVEN

"Hi."

"Oh – hi, hello." Val stopped dead in her tracks when she saw Doug, one hand on the doorknob, the other hand still on the key which was inserted into the lock. The door stood half open. "How are things?"

Doug smiled, shrugging. "Okay, I guess."

There was an awkwardness that had grown between them, and Val wondered whether it would still be there later. She wondered if it would ever really be again the way it used to be. Maybe it would, but…

"Have you been home long?" she asked.

"All morning. Your flight just get in?"

"Un-huh. I just got out of a cab a few seconds ago. My luggage is outside, on the lawn." She looked at Doug as if she were seeing him for the first time. "The cab cost eleven dollars from Kennedy to here."

"Wow, how come so much?"

"Traffic."

Doug nodded. "Let me give you a hand."

"Thanks. I've only got the three suitcases. And a shopping bag full of souvenirs."

"Souvenirs?"

Val shrugged, embarrassed. "You know me."

Doug smiled. "Come on. I'll help you carry the stuff in."

Together they walked back outside. On the front lawn, next to the walk, Val's three suitcases were neatly arranged, and they'd been left by the departed cab driver. There were two shopping bags of souvenirs.

"Two?" Doug asked.

"You know me."

,Somehow Doug managed to carry all three suitcases in, while Val carried the two shopping bags, and opened the door. They carried it all into the living room.

"Would you like a drink?" Doug asked.

"Are you having one?"

Doug pointed. "I was already having one when I heard you coming in. My second today."

"Okay, sure. Thanks."

"The usual?" Doug moved toward the bar.

"No, uh, I think I'll have a Vodka-n-Seven. With a twist of lemon."

Doug stopped and looked at her. "That's new, isn't it? I don't remember you ever liking that before."

"I guess I've acquired a taste for it. If it isn't too much trouble, I mean."

"No, that's okay. No trouble." He moved toward the bar, grateful to have something to do. "You look – good."

"Thank you. So do you."

"You look – I don't know? Different."

That intrigued Val. "In what way?"

"I don't know. You look very good, tanned and all."

"I went to the beach everyday." For a moment her voice was animated. "Not like when we – oh. How else do I seem different?"

Doug carried the drink and handed it to Val.

"I don't know," he answered, sitting at the far end of the sofa across from her. He took a deep sip from his glass of Scotch. "Just different somehow."

"I feel different."

"So do I."

"I think I know what you mean."

A silence settled upon their conversation, and for the next few minutes they sat together on the sofa, sipping their drinks, trying to think of something to say. Taking quick, furtive peeks at each other, looking for some kind of clue or indication of change, they avoided making eye contact. They only looked at each other in secret, when the other was staring off into space, or gazing down into his drink, or making a production of drinking it. The room was filled with the sounds of sipped liquid.

"Say, would you, uh…" Doug shook his head.

"What?"

He shook his head again. "Nothing."

"What were you going to say?"

"It was nothing. I was just…" Doug's face turned bright scarlet, and he shrugged his shoulders. He took a deep sip from his drink, the ice cubes clinking loudly together. "Forget it. It was dumb."

"Please."

"Oh… all right." Doug drained his glass. "But it's dumb."

"What were you going to say?"

"I was just wondering if, maybe, you'd feel like…" – he rattled the ice cubes back and forth in his glass – "… having a truce?"

"A truce?"

"You know – I mean, not just for everything. Just a small truce. A truce for just today." He shook his head with self-contempt. "I told you this was stupid."

"It's not."

Doug looked up, surprised. "It's not?"

Val shrugged. "It seems – reasonable. Just till me a little more about what you mean."

"Well, I was thinking that maybe we could have a truce just for – you know. Sex."

The word thrilled Val. "Oh!"

Doug's face was contorted in pain. "I mean, it's been two weeks, Val. Maybe we should just do this truce for purely physical reasons – you know, for fucking. As a way of getting each other off just for physical considerations. Sex for the sake of sex. It doesn't have to have anything to do with our – differences."

"I see." Val thought about it for a moment more. "Neither one of us would be conceding anything, then. Is that what you mean?"

"Right… right. Yes. I'm not saying I'm wrong, and you're not saying you're wrong. And if we go to bed, it doesn't mean that everything is somehow better between us. We'd be doing it strictly for physical reasons – for the physical pleasure it would give the both of us. Because we were horny, that's all."

"As if we were two strangers who found themselves sexually attracted to each other," Val added.

"Exactly."

Staring at her drink, watching the way the piece of lemon floated among the ice cubes, Val thought for a long while. She took a small sip, not really enjoying the drink, the ice cube tapping against her teeth.

"All right. I supposed it would be okay."

Doug looked surprised. "You mean it?"

"Sure. Why not?" Wasn't she just as curious as he to find out how their separation had changed them, she wanted to say. Wasn't she just as interested in finding out what her husband had learned from all the other women he'd been with? She said: "I'd be willing to try."

I wonder how many men she fucked with, Doug thought. Did they have big cocks? Bigger than his? Did she suck them off, take their sperm in her mouth? He wondered if any had fucked her up the ass? He hoped not; and yet, deep down inside, in a very private corner of his personality, he hoped someone had. He found the thought incredibly erotic. Just thinking about it gave him a hard-on.

"When do you want to?"

Val shrugged, pretending to be indifferent.

"Whenever. I don't care." Her panties were wet and oozy. "Now would be just as okay as tomorrow."

"Do you want to do it today? Now?"

"Do you?"

"I don't care." Doug shrugged. "Yeah, why not. Today is fine with me. So's right now."

"Can I finish my drink first?"

"Sure. Go ahead."

Val took another sip. "I'm really not very thirsty. Maybe I'll finish it later. I'll probably need it more then."

"You're ready, then?"

Val smiled. "I guess so."

"Might as well go to the bedroom, then."

"Might as well."

"Then, let's go."

They got up and walked into the bedroom. Without another word, Doug turned down the bed, and began to undress. Val said she had to pee, and Doug nodded in acknowledgement. She went into the bathroom, and he stripped off his pants and underwear. His cock was very hard, very hot, and he squeezed it, masturbating himself a stroke or two. Naked, he slipped into bed. Sunlight screamed into the room through the slats of the Venetian blinds. The sheets were very cool and erotic, making his flesh tingle. A few moments later, Val came out of the bathroom, wearing only her bathrobe. Without a word, she slipped out of it, and also stark naked, she climbed into bed next to her husband.

"This feels weird," she confessed, shaking her head.

"Doesn't it."

Doug pulled Val to him, her firm naked tits crushing against his chest. He kissed her mouth softly, and was surprised and delighted when he felt her tongue slip between his lips. He cupped her breast into his hand, his fingers digging into the fleshy orb, her nipple hard and throbbing against his palm. They kissed long and passionately, excited by familiarity, and the effortless grace with which they could anticipate each other's desires.

Doug slipped his kissing down from her lips, to her ear and neck, slithering his tongue in and out, nipping at her flesh playfully with his teeth, leaving a trail of wetness which made her body tingle. While Val moaned softly, appreciatively, at the way his fingers were crushing her breasts, rubbing the nipples, flitting them back and forth until they were swollen with desire, her fingers were wrapped around his cock, and she was pulling his rigid flesh up and down, turning him on with her skillful manipulations. She squeezed into his, cock, the way she knew he liked it, and she ran her other hand down his back, pushing a fingertip against his anus.

Doug sucked her nipples into his mouth, then ran his hand down Val's belly, until he was cupping her wet, hot pussy. Lapping her nipples, sucking them up between his teeth, his middle finger rammed in and out of Val's tightly pressing cunt hole. At the same time, Val was fingering him, her index finger buried down to the second joint in his rectum. Massaging the tender walls of his rectum, she pumped his cock rapidly, making Doug moan and cry out in excitement.

Moving continually downward, Doug's lapping, rippling tongue slithered between Val's cunt lips, stroking her clit slowly up and down. Pulling the lips open with his fingers, turning his body around so that he was between her thighs, he began to lick her more rapidly, more insistently. Val arched up to match his licking with the tight grinding of her pussy against his tongue; and Doug stroked his middle finger into her liquified quim. While he rubbed her throbbing clit with his tongue, he finger-fucked her, until she was moaning uncontrollably, and spilling her orgasm all over his lips. Then he began fucking her with his tongue, and Val came again, even better than before.

Groping for him in her pleasure, she made Doug change positions on the bed, putting his cock up near her face, without his once moving his tongue out of her orgasming pussy. She sucked his cock into her mouth, deep-throating him on every stroke, coating his, hot, throbbing shaft with her saliva. Wetting her middle finger in her mouth while she sucked his cock, she pushed the lubricated finger back into his asshole. She found his prostate, and began to flit it back and forth, sucking hard on his cock. Doug came in her mouth, spilling out spurt after spurt of come, and she drank it all down. She kept on sucking him, until his cock grew hard and rigid again, even when he was making her come from the constant tickle of his tongue against her clit.

When they were both capable, they fucked, deeply and hard, with lone shuddering strokes which filled and emptied Val's grinding pussy. She wrapped both legs around his middle and Doug fucked straight down into her cunt, hammering her with the staccato rippling of his hips. In and out his cock rammed, pushing through the tightening ring of her cunt hole, feeling the wet, gripping slide of her hairy pussy lips as they caressed his drilling shaft. He made Val come again, from deep, hard fucking, battering her body with the rekindled thickness of his prick.

Then he turned her around while she was still coming, and he fucked her from behind. Propping her up on all fours, Doug spread the lips of her cunt with his fingers, and then he slipped his cock into her again. He humped himself in and out, fucking her rapidly, her cunt oozing around his cock. Reaching around her hip, he touched her cunt, rubbing his fingers over her clit. While he fucked her, he masturbated her pussy, touching his cock with his fingers when he pushed all the way into her leaking quim.

They both came again, their bodies grinding against each other, literally merging into one. They collapsed onto the bed, their totally exhausted bodies glistening in the bright daylight sunshine.

"That was certainly better than the last time," Doug said, his arm thrown around Val, holding her sweaty body against him.

Val laughed, breathless. "Wasn't it, though."

Then Doug laughed. "Maybe we ought to do this more often."

"What do you mean?"

"Take a two week break from each other. That was really fantastic. I feel so – satisfied."

"I know what you mean. I'm wiped out, just wiped out. I'd forgotten how good you really are."

"Thank you. I can say the same about you, too. That was an incredible orgasm. The whole thing, fucking and everything, it was just so great. So incredible."

Val smiled sexily. "The pleasure was mine."

Doug grinned back. "Not all of it."

For a moment or two they were both happy, and they rubbed their naked bodies against each other because it made them feel so good. They found themselves wondering why it couldn't always be that good.

"So," Val said, asking the question which was in both their thoughts, "how was your vacation?"

"Oh – fine, fine. How was yours?"

"It was – good. Very good."

"So was mine."

"Did you – uh – meet anyone?"

Doug shrugged. "Sort of. But I thought we weren't going to…"

"You're right," Val agreed. "I shouldn't have asked. I'm sorry. No questions asked means – no questions asked."

"I'll tell you – if you really want to know."

"No." Val shook her head. "I don't think I want to. Do you? Want to know about me, I mean?"

"No."

Val shrugged. "I can understand that."

"But you had a good time, though?"

"Oh, yes. Very good. Did you?"

"I had a fabulous time."

"So did I."

"Did you do any – um – thinking?"

"Uh-huh. A lot."

"What about?"

"About us, and our marriage, and whether we should stay married or not. I spent a lot of my time thinking."

Doug squeezed Val's hand. "I missed you, Val."

Val sighed. "I missed you, too."

"I love you, Valerie."

"And I love you, Doug." She shook her head. "But that doesn't help us any. We knew that before we separated. What we have to decide is – are we going to stay married."

"Are we?"

"It depends."

"What on?"

"A lot of things. You, me…"

"I want to stay married to you. I always have, Val."

"I know. But there are other considerations."

"Freedom?"

"That's one of them. But it's not the only one. I had my freedom – and you had yours. I really thought that was what I wanted. Freedom. Oh, it was good for awhile, but… I don't know. Maybe freedom isn't enough."

Doug seemed thoughtful. "I know what you mean."

"What we need is both the structure of marriage, with all its responsibilities and benefits, and the freedom of being individuals – the freedom to be ourselves. That's what we need: structure and freedom."

"Sounds great. How do we find it?"

"I don't know. Maybe it doesn't exist. I don't have any of the answers I thought I would have." She stopped and thought for a moment. "Of course, there is one way. You suggested it yourself. Maybe it will work, and then, maybe it won't."

"I suggested it?" Doug asked.

"Before, when you suggested we should do this more often. Take separate vacations."

Doug shook his head. "I don't understand."

"Separate vacations," Val repeated. "Maybe we should take separate vacations… every year. Maybe we need a little freedom – a little separate, special time for ourselves, to be ourselves – whoever we may be. Maybe we need to take a little break from being married once in a while. A week or two alone to get back in touch with our feelings."

"You mean, we'll be married all year, and then, when the summer comes – we'll go our own way? Separate vacations. No questions asked."

"Sure. Why not?"

"Do you think it will work?" Doug asked.

"It might, if we try. If we try and make it, work. I'm willing to try. I want it to work."

"So do I. Very, very much."

"I hope it works."

"That's all we've got, you know."

"What?"

"Hope. That's all anybody ever has."

Val wrapped her arms tightly around Doug's chest, squeezing him with all her strength. She closed her eyes and rubbed her face up and down, smelling his sweat, feeling the soft dark hairs of his chest rubbing against her cheek.

"Doug, would you kiss me again?" she asked. "I think I want to make love again."

Doug kissed her, kissing her softly and tenderly, and he and Val made love again. And it was better than before. It was better than it had ever been in all their lives. They took that for a sign, and it gave them hope. Maybe it would work. Maybe.

Content

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CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER SEVEN

CHAPTER EIGHT

CHAPTER NINE

CHAPTER TEN

CHAPTER ELEVEN