Some Very Lovable Neighbors by Jennifer Collier

Chapter 1
It was a small party - ten couples and a few unattached men and women -
and it was, to Adie Rolfe's mind, rather a stuffy affair. Everyone
seemed to be standing in little clusters, talking inanely of topics
typical to cocktail parties: local and national politics, current fads
and fashions, the Watergate, ad nauseaum. The hostess, a tall,
statuesque blonde whose name was Luci Danton, circulated amongst the
guests with a tray of various preferential drinks - and her long-
sideburned husband, Tom, sat next to a slim redhead on one of the
living room's two couches, putting his hand on her knee almost
possessively when he thought his wife wasn't looking.

Adie stifled an involuntary yawn, knowing that Jack and she should
never have accepted the Danton's invitation. Jack had quit the Seattle
Sentinal three weeks ago, and everyone in the paper knew why; as a
consequence, minor reporters like Tom Danton thought it socially
impressive to invite Jack Rolfe and his wife to their drab little
parties. Yes, that was certainly the reason they had been invited; but
they'd accepted anyway, knowing this, just to get out of their own
house, to see some other faces, to talk with someone besides one
another.

They had stayed home every night since Jack's resignation - they'd
turned down two other invitations to social functions - because Jack
was trying desperately to get his novel started, working twelve to
fifteen hours every day, writing fifteen or twenty pages but throwing
most of them away in anger and frustration. It simply wasn't going
right, he had told her; the words wouldn't jell. The reason for that
was a combination of things: the Department of Public Works was putting
in a new sewer main on their street, and the noise of jackhammers and
heavy machinery and large trucks was deafening at times; the phone
seemed to ring continuously with calls from friends, well-wishers, dogs
barking, power lawn mowers whining destroyed whatever moments of
silence were left. He'd given it up this morning, calling the whole
idea an abortion, saying that he wouldn't - couldn't - write another
line in that house; he had to get away, he'd said, somewhere where he
could be alone, in peace and quiet, to collect his thoughts and
coordinate his ideas into the cohesive format of the projected novel.
And he had to do it damned soon, too; he'd already sold the book to a
major New York hard-cover publisher on the basis of an outline alone,
had been given a large advance (most of which was already spent on old
bills and incidentals), and he had less than eight months in which to
deliver the completed manuscript. It was to be a major, lengthy work,
and if he was to meet that deadline he couldn't afford to lose any more
time getting started.

When the Danton's telephoned invitation had come that morning, just
after Jack's remonstrations, he had told Adie to go ahead and accept,
what the hell; they might as well get out of the house since it was no
use in trying to continue the novel.

Luci Danton came around to where Adie and Jack were standing near the
large fieldstone fireplace and asked them if they would care for
another drink. Jack declined politely, and she moved off again.

He said to Adie, "I'm beginning to wonder if we shouldn't have stayed
home tonight. I could've stared at the typewriter and you could've
stared at me."

She squeezed his arm, smiling up at him wanly. "I think we'd have had
just as good a time."

"I hate parties like this," Jack said. "They're so damned pretentious."

"I know."

"I haven't heard an honestly intelligent statement all night."

"Spoken like a true novelist," Adie said in a gently chiding voice.
"Mr. Hemingway, I presume?"

"Ouch!" Jack said, recoiling in mock pain. "Your barbed wit cuts deep."

She touched the long, silky strands of her raven black hair in that
unconsciously vain way women affect. "I was just teasing, honey."

"I know you were," Jack sighed. "How much longer do we have to remain
at this abysmal affair, do you suppose? When can we leave without
destroying our image?"

"Very shortly," Adie said. "Can you take another half hour of this?"

"Must I?"

"You must."

"This is a far, far better thing I do, as Hamlet said." Jack muttered,
taking a moody swallow from his double martini.

Just then, one of the couples whom they had been introduced to upon
arriving at the party - Bob and Sue Mason - made their way over to
where the Suttons were standing. Bob Mason was short and heavy-set,
with a salt-and-pepper crewcut and dark, intelligent gray eyes. He gave
the impression of having once been an athlete - he was broad-shouldered
and thick-chested, and the material of his Madras jacket was stretched
taut across his pectorals. Looking at him, Jack Rolfe thought that he
probably worked out regularly in one of the local gymnasiums or health
clubs. He had a broad, friendly, contagious smile and an easy-going
manner. He was carrying, oddly enough, a glass of dark ale in one huge
hand. His wife, Sue, was tall and lithe with brownish-yellow hair and
huge, luminescent green eyes with tiny yellow flecks in the irises. She
wore a clinging blue shift which hugged and caressed her slender, high-
breasted body, accentuating the easy, natural sway of her tight-mooned
buttocks. She was holding onto Mason's arm and smiling warmly as they
approached.

"Hello there, Rolfe," Mason said heartily as they came up. "Lousy
party, isn't it?"

"Shall I be honest about it?" Jack asked.

"Sure."

"Yes. It's a lousy party."

Mason laughed deeply, with good-natured, infectious amusement. He said
to his wife, "I told you I was going to like this Rolfe, didn't I, Sue?
He's a man after my own heart - honest and frank and totally lacking in
the phony social graces."

"Thanks - I think," Jack said.

Mason laughed again. His eyes shifted to Adie, moving easily over her
beautifully compact, perfectly symmetrical body in a way which was
complimentary to Adie - not lecherous, but openly admiring. "How about
you, Adie? What's your opinion of this little affair?"

The familiar use of her first name didn't bother Adie at all; she found
herself rather liking this large man. "The same as my husband's," she
answered ruefully.

"Don't really know why we came," Mason said. "Something to do on a
Friday night, I guess."

"Same here," Jack said. They had established a common bond and he, too,
found himself liking Mason. And Sue, even though she hadn't spoken as
yet, struck him as being an intelligent, carefree soul like her
husband. On top of that, she was damned attractive, Jack had to admit;
very damned attractive.

They fell easily then into conversation. As both Jack and Adie had
surmised, the Masons were witty, intelligent people, interesting to
talk to. It developed that Bob was an electronics salesman for a large
national company, extremely successful; so much so, in fact, that he
was now semi-retired, working when he felt like it. Sue, in addition to
being a housewife, dabbled in oil painting in her spare time. She was
very modest about that, but Mason insisted that she was a tremendous
talent, witness the fact that she had sold two of her seascapes for
five hundred dollars each just last month.

The topic of conversation shifted, naturally, to the novel Jack was
writing. The Masons had heard of it from the Dantons (no surprise
there, Jack thought a little sardonically), and Bob was extremely
interested in it. He asked, "What's the book about? That is, if you
don't mind revealing same."

"No, I don't mind," Jack said. "It has to do with student unrest on a
large California college campus. At least, that's the basic foundation
of the book. I like to delude myself into thinking I've got something
to say on contemporary youth - why they act as they do, what social,
political, and historical precedents they have and will set, the long-
range cause and effect of riots, demonstrations, dissent."

"I have a few ideas on that subject myself," Mason said. "But it sounds
like a hell of a book, if you can pull it off. I don't mean that at all
derogatorily, you understand."

Jack grinned wryly. "Well, I'm not sure I can pull it off."

"Oh? Why?"

"I can't seem to get started on the thing. The first couple of chapters
are extremely important, and I can't get them flowing. I must have
written seventy-five pages in the past three weeks, of which I've
salvaged maybe four or five."

"What seems to be the problem?" Mason asked with genuine concern.

Jack told him - about the Department of Public Works, and the telephone
ringing and the power lawn mowers whining. Mason clucked his tongue
sympathetically. "Sounds like you need to get off in the wilds
somewhere for a few weeks."

"That's just what I need," Jack answered. "Trouble is, Adie and I
aren't exactly the richest people in Seattle at the present time. Most
of the publishers advance is gone, and we have a home to maintain. I
just can't afford to rent, much less buy, a mountain retreat for the
length of time I'm going to need."

"Then what will you do, Jack?" Sue asked in her musically soft voice.

"Grin and bear it, I guess," he replied. "Maybe, one of these days
soon, I'll be able to get into the book; if that happens, all the
goddamned noise in the world won't affect my work."

"You will, dear," Adie told him.

Jack grinned his wry grin. "Wifely faith. Ah, what would we creative
geniuses do without it?"

Mason laughed. "Behind every great man, there's a great woman," he
said.

"And vice versa," Sue put in.

They all laughed, and the rapport between the two couples was fully
established. They spent the next hour and a half discussing a various
and sundry number of things, losing all track of time, each enjoying
the company of the others. When midnight came, the party began to break
up. Jack reluctantly looked at his watch, saying, "Hell, I didn't
figure it to be this late. I've got to be up with the roosters tomorrow
for another shot at the typewriter."

"I thought you were going to let it simmer for a couple of days,
honey?" Adie said teasingly.

"Do you believe everything I say?"

"Of course."

Jack shook his head in feigned wonder. "What did I ever do to deserve
you?"

"I've wondered about that myself."

Mason's hearty laugh punctuated their conversation. "Listen," he said,
taking Jack's hand, "talking with the two of you had made a pleasant
evening out of what started out to be a huge bore."

"Same here," Jack told him. "It was a pleasure meeting you, Bob. And,"
he added gallantly, "your most lovely wife."

"That goes for me, too," Mason said, his eyes moving over Adie again in
that admiring way until she blushed lightly with pleasure. "What say we
get together one of these days?"

"Sounds delightful," Adie said enthusiastically.

"Do you play bridge?"

"Yes, we do."

"Fine! We're a couple of tenacious players, Sue and I, but we don't
play for blood. We'll make it a foursome one of these evenings soon, if
you're amenable."

"That we are," Jack said.

"Are you listed in the book?"

"No," Adie responded. "What with all the calls we've been getting, we
had our number changed to an unlisted one."

"If you'd rather not give it out-"

"Oh no, not at all," Adie said quickly, looking at Jack. He nodded. She
gave the number to Sue, who wrote it down in a small, red leatherette
notebook from her purse.

"Just don't call between seven and noon," Jack warned. "Adie just picks
up the receiver and puts it back down. Cardinal rule: no talking of any
kind between seven and noon."

Mason chuckled. "Right."

They got their coats and bid one another good night at the door. Tom
Danton, more than a little drunk by this time, pumped Jack's hand
enthusiastically, urging him to be sure to give "me and the missus" an
autographed copy of his book when it was published. Jack said that he
would, and Adie and he went quickly to where their car was parked in
front. The Masons, with Bob driving the dark green Lincoln Continental,
waved as they pulled away from the curve.

As Jack helped her into their two year old Ford, Adie said, "Aren't the
Masons the nicest people?"

"Yes," Jack agreed. "They certainly are."

*   *   *

"I'm going to fuck Adie Rolfe," Bob Mason said, "And you, my dear, are
going to help me do it."

Sue smiled, stretching languorously on the front seat of the Lincoln.
"Of course, darling," she answered. "After all, Jack Rolfe is a
handsome and desirable man. I'm going to enjoy getting laid by him just
as much as you're going to enjoy fucking the lovely Mrs. Rolfe."

"Goddamn, but you're the hottest woman I ever knew," Mason said with
some pride. "You just love cock, don't you, baby?"

"Just like you love pussy, sweetheart."

Mason took one hand from the steering wheel and put it on her firm,
soft thigh, just at the point where the blue shift rode high on her
lap. He began to stroke the feathery surface lightly. She slid over
next to him and, without preamble, laid the palm of her slim hand on
the crotch of his sports slacks. His prick hardened instantly at her
touch through the material, and Sue said, "Mmmmmmmm, daddy's ready,
isn't he?" in a teasing voice.

"Daddy's always ready," Mason said. "Just like mommy."

Sue began to stroke his cock lightly with her palm while his hand moved
higher along her thigh. She breathed into his ear hotly, saying, "How
do you propose to get next to the nice Rolfe couple, lover? They don't
exactly strike me as swingers, so the direct approach would seem to be
out."

"True," Mason said. "But I've got a plan."

"What is it?"

"I'll tell you when we get home."

"Tell me now, lover," Sue said. Deftly, her fingers found the zipper of
his fly and worked it down quickly. The throbbing length of his huge
rod pushed the thin folds of his underpants out through the fly
opening, straining for escape. But Sue kept it imprisoned inside,
stroking the rigid tool with knowledgeable fingers; she knew how to
torment a man in many ways: by touch, by word, by manipulation of her
own body. Mason was breathing faster under her agile ministrations, and
Sue shivered anticipatorily. Oh, she was going to give him a ride when
they got home, all right - she really was! She could feel her cunt
begin to seep warm, moist fluid, soaking the thin silk of her panty
briefs, and she ground her smooth formed buttocks down against the
pliant leather of the seat. "Tell me the plan, lover," she repeated.

"We're ... ohhhh ... almost home," Mason panted. And then, "Damn you!"
as her hand rubbed more tantalizingly over his prick, using the
material of his underpants to taunt and rub the blood-engorged glans
into near-explosion. His own hand went higher along her thigh and his
fingers found the dampness of her crotch. He wiggled a finger inside
the leg band, dipping the tip into the secret juices of her warm,
slightly throbbing vagina, causing a low, soft moan of sheer
animalistic pleasure to escape her throat. "How do you like that, you
little prick-teaser?" he hissed breathlessly.

"Ohhhh, lover!"

His forefinger found the quivering miniature phallus of her aroused
clitoris, moved with provocative slowness back and forth across its
sensitive surface until his wife was grinding her hips faster and
faster down against the seat, her loins surging upward against his
finger as if trying to beckon it to plunge deep inside her vaginal
cavity. Mason whispered, "You'll wait until we get home, won't you,
baby?"

"Aaaggghhhh, hhmmmmmmmm!" she groaned. "Yesssss, I'll waitttttt!"

Mason grinned triumphantly, and eased his finger away from her
clitoris, took it out from beneath her panties and let his hand rest on
her thigh. She allowed her fingers to remain on his still-hardened
cock, but they weren't moving now; her eyes were closed and she leaned
against him, letting the sensations his probing, questing finger had
caused ripple through her deliciously.

The Lincoln's headlights picked up the large, Colonial-style home which
they owned. Mason brought the large luxury automobile into the driveway
and upward into the spacious two-car garage next to Sue's canary yellow
Triumph TR-6, shut off the engine and the lights. He stepped out,
zipping himself up, feeling the blood still pounding in his erect cock.
Tease him like that in the car, would she? Well, just wait until they
got inside! He'd do a little teasing of his own!

He went around to open the door for Sue, helped her out, and they went
into the sprawling, maple-furnished house. Mason switched on the
indirect lights in the knotty pine-panelled living room and went to the
impressive, well-stocked bar at one end, near the avocado-draped front
window. "How about a drink, baby?" he called to Sue.

"Hmm, all right."

"Scotch?"

"No ice, lover," she nodded.

He poured two scotches and brought her one. "Let's go into the
bedroom," he smiled teasingly, wrapping his big arm about her slim
waist.

She pressed against him. "Will you tell me the plan then?"

"We'll see."

They entered the bedroom and Mason took off his Madras jacket, throwing
it over one of the maple chairs near the dresser. Sue undid the two
buttons on the front of the shift and slowly, seductively, using her
palms and undulating her body rhythmically, she slid the garment down,
down along her body until it lay puddled at her feet. Her eyes were
heavily lidded, smoky, and she watched his face as she undressed. She
stood there, dressed now only in bra and panties. Tantalizingly, like
an exotic dancer practicing her art expertly, she reached behind her
and unhooked the bra fastenings, pulling it away from her firm white
breasts slowly, making sure that the aroused, berry-sized nipples were
the last to meet his hot, hungry eyes. She dropped the bra on top of
the shift and then raised her hands to cup the full, rich mounds,
kneading them like a lover would. Finally, she dropped her fingers to
her panties and slowly worked them down over her long, tapering legs
until she was standing before him completely nude.

"Like, lover?" she asked throatily.

"Christ, you're like a goddamned whore when you get in the bedroom!"
Mason said, but he wasn't castigating her for it. Hell, he wouldn't
have had it any other way. His eyes roamed over her well-tanned body,
at the fleecy, light brown down framing the wet, pink folds of her
cunt. She was something else, all right; in the six years they had been
married, he had never had a woman who pleased him any more than she did
- whether it be suck or fuck; a few had come close to approximating her
prowess in the rack, but none had ever surpassed her. That was one hell
of a compliment, considering the number of women Bob Mason had had in
those six years of marriage.

Sue reveled in his lustful gaze for a long moment, then she stepped
over to the king-sized, satin-spread double bed and lay down on it,
spreading her legs wide in a wanton, inviting position, exposing to his
eyes the full, wet, palpitating opening of her cuntal passage. She
rotated her hips lewdly on the satin spread, arching them up and
lowering them again in a measured, intoxicating way. "Aren't you going
to get naked, lover?" she asked in a husky voice.

"Goddamn right I am!" Mason said. Quickly, he undressed, throwing his
trousers and shirt and tie over the jacket on the chair, pulling his
underpants down. He stood there with his great, trembling cock standing
out from his groin like some impossibly huge instrument of torture, the
unseeing eye in the glans oozing thin, clear droplets of aroused
lubrications. Sue stared at it, moistening her lips with her tongue as
if tasting the seeping fluid already swirling around in the warm
sucking caverns of her mouth.

"Come on," Sue urged. "Lie down beside mommy."

"And what's mommy going to do then?"

"Mommy's going to take that big lovely cock of yours and suck every
last little drop of hot cum right out of it," Sue whispered up at him.

Damn! Mason thought. She really knew how to get a guy heated up,
talking that way, using words like she used her body, fucking you
verbally if such a thing were possible. His prick quivered and throbbed
in anticipation. But he owed her a little teasing for what she had done
to him in the car on the way home first, before he took her up on her
offer. He sat on the edge of the bed, next to her, close enough to
allow her hand to snake out and encircle his prick, to begin to stroke
and then to massage the turgid length, rubbing the skin back and forth
and then to slip her hand underneath and cup and caress his balls,
cradling their softness in her palm.

Mason stifled a small groan of pleasure, and then reached down and
removed her hand. "First things first," he said.

"What do you mean, lover"'

"You wanted to hear my plan, didn't you?"

"Oh, daddy! You can tell me the plan afterwards!"

"No, I'm going to tell you now. You were anxious enough to hear about
it earlier."

She returned her hand to his penis and testicles, rubbing, caressing.
"Please, daddy," she crooned. "I'm hot now, and I want to suck you.
Come on, let mommy suck you now and then you can tell me all about your
plan."

"No," Mason said. He moved down to the foot of the bed, looking up at
her, watching her undulate her hips, her tongue still flicking along
her lips, her eyes resting hotly on the huge, granite-hard expanse of
his weapon, at the wrinkled sac of his bloating balls. "Now the way I
figure it, Jack is the one to work on first. He's a man, and therefore
he's more susceptible than Adie."

"So you plan to get to Adie through Jack," Sue said. She stretched out
her leg, frowning a little petulantly, and began to stroke his thigh
with her toes, waggling her big toe upward to touch the rigid flesh of
his cock until he reluctantly pushed it away and continued.

"That's right. Now I think we've got the answer on how to do it from
what Jack said tonight. About not being able to work on his novel
because of all the interruptions."

Sue lowered her hand and began to stroke her belly lightly with her
fingertips, teasing the softness of her pubic mound, then trailing
lower down between her legs so that she was rubbing in slow, even tempo
the moistness of her cuntal mouth, teasing her clit. Watching her, Bob
became even more aroused - she knew that he really enjoyed watching her
play with herself, and she was so hot for his hard pulsating cock now
that she was pulling out all stops to get him to stop talking. Bob
opened his mouth to continue, but he swallowed hard at the sight of his
wife manipulating her genitals, darting her middle finger in and out of
her soft, hair-lined vagina with deft strokes in the attitude of
copulation. As she did so, she pushed her buttocks down farther on the
bed, coming nearer to him, and this time he didn't pull away. Her hand
seized his cock again, began to stroke it then, before he was able to
fend her off, she rose up and pressed her body against his, forcing him
back into a prone position across the width of the bed.

"Damn it, Sue, I'm trying to tell you about-" Mason began, but then he
stopped as his wife began to trail her soft, moist lips along the side
of his neck, into the hollow of his throat, down along his hirsute
chest. She nuzzled the rigid buds of his nipples, rolling her tongue
back and forth across one, and then let her mouth roam down across the
girth of his large, protruding, but well-muscled belly. He groaned at
the stimulations her expert lips were sending through his body, thrust
his hips down hard against the satin spread. Her fingernails scratched
lightly over his cock now, over his testicles, reaching under his body
to probe briefly at the puckered ring of his anus, retracing their path
back to his quivering penis.

"The plan ..." Mason began weakly.

"You can tell me what it is afterward, lover," she crooned. "Just relax
now, daddy, and let mommy take care of you."

Damn it, she'd won again, Mason thought fuzzily, giving himself over to
the prurient sensations of her lips and fingers. She always won, always
got her way sexually if not in other matters; here in the bedroom, she
seemed to be lord and master instead of the other way around. Not that
he minded, hell, she was so damned good in bed that it didn't offend
his masculine pride at all to have her get her way - because her way
was invariably the best way.

Sue was poised on all fours now, kneeling between his widespread
thighs, her head lowered almost to the tip of his upthrust cock,
stroking the palpitating flesh lightly with first one hand, then the
other, then rubbing it gently between the palms of both hands, further
arousing him until moans of joy rendered from his lips. "Goddamn it,
hurry up, baby, hurry up!" he groaned. "Suck it, suck it, suck it!" His
hips thrust upward, but she pulled her head back out of reach,
chuckling softly, still stroking and manipulating his cock and balls.

He reached up and entangled his hands tightly in her hair, trying to
guide her head down to meet his forward-leaping manhood. His head was
lifted off the bed, so that he could watch the lust-contorted features
of her beautiful face, poised there above his loins, and his brain
reeled with the mental image of his thick, pulsating cock burrowing in
and out of her ovaled lips; he was excited beyond all recall now, he
had to have her suck him off! He could feel the semen beginning to boil
in his testicles, and he knew it wouldn't be long before it would come
spewing out of his shaft like a flow of hot molten lava.

"Hurry, hurry!" he begged. "Suck it, baby, suck it!"

Suddenly, as if in abeyance, Sue plunged her head forward and down.
Mason felt the incredible, hot moist softness of her lips close over
the sensitive head of his cock, felt her firebrand tongue lick circles
of liquid fire around and around it, flicking into the glans opening,
drinking up the lubricating fluid oozing there. His hands in her hair
tightened and he thrust his loins upward, driving the length of his
massive prick deep into the soft, warm folds of her mouth, feeling it
slam against the back of her throat.

"Ummmmmmmmmmm!" Sue mewled around her husband's hardened rod of flesh.

"Aaggggggghhhhhhh!" Mason cried in lust-crazed agreement.

Sue drew back slightly, so that she was able to taste the moist
stickiness of the glans again, twirling her tongue maddeningly faster
around the blood-inflated head. Then she began to suck him
rhythmically, with all the practiced expertise of the accomplished
female lover. He watched her convoluted lips working on his cock,
watched the soft wet skin of her mouth pucker outward and then back in
again as she sawed her mouth the full length of his rigid tool. The
sight of her sucking him never ceased to increase his arousal, and his
loins tensed and jerked upward into her face, all the fleshy expanse
disappearing with each hard forward thrust, so that only a small
stretch of it showed white and glistening with saliva wetness between
her lips.

Her tongue, with a nerve-shattering lick on the outstroke, was like a
separate entity, a thing gone wild with lust, making the head jerk and
convulse as though it, too, were a thing alive with a mind of its own.
She sucked hungrily, her mind caught up in the task of what she was
doing, her concentration as full and complete as that of a scientist
applying mathematical equations. Her breasts danced wildly below her
pumping head, adding to the lust-inciting picture he was viewing.

"Suck it, suck it, suck it!" Mason urged her on, dropping his head back
on the bed heavily, closing his eyes and pretending for a brief moment
that it was Adie Rolfe sucking him, that it was Adie Rolfe's round,
lipstick-rimmed little mouth around his huge cock. Well, it would be,
all right, soon enough; he'd fuck her one of these days, he was
confident of that, and with the fucking went the sucking; that was
irrefutable. He'd shoot his load of boiling cum deep into her throat
and into her belly, and she'd be begging him for more ...

Sue slaved below, her body glistening from pustules of lust-sweat. The
pressure grew and grew in Mason's balls, and he shoved his loins up
hard against her face, hearing her protesting mumble, not heeding it in
his desire for the final release of the maddening buildup of semen in
his scrotum.

And then-

And then, all at once, he felt the eruption take place, felt the first
stream of white-hot fire leap along the passage of his plunging cock.
He gasped, his lips pulling back across his teeth as though he were in
agony. His cock began a sudden wild, convulsive jerking that flooded
without advance warning Sue's madly sucking mouth with rush after rush
of burning semen, bloating her cheeks outward with each spurt until she
was forced to swallow wildly to keep from choking, mewling and crooning
and tickling his balls with the tips of her fingernails.

"Keep ... sucking!" Mason cried. "Lover, keep sucking, keep
suckingggggg!" His hands were working spasmodically in her hair now,
ramming her head down harder on his burgeoning cock, burying it deep in
her throat. And then, with one last mighty groan as his wife crazily
sucked at the juices of his lust, he emptied the final drops of his
sperm into her mouth.

Sue continued to nibble gently at the fleshy instrument, milking every
last drop of his load, until the satiated penis began to gradually
deflate in her mouth. Mason flung his arms outward on the bed in
exhaustion, a great sigh of absolute fulfillment emitting from his
lips. His wife lay for a long moment between his outstretched legs, her
head on his thigh, still nibbling gently at the limp cock settling down
into the cradle of his balls. Finally, she crawled up and kissed him
full on the mouth. He accepted her tongue hungrily as she thrust it
into his mouth, even though droplets of his white sticky cum were
drooling down in thin rivulets from the corners of her glistening lips.

"How did you like that, lover?" she whispered.

"As good as always!" he enthused. "Hell, better!"

She kissed him again, and then said, "Now - I'm ready to hear your plan
of action regarding the Rolfe's. After which," she added, smiling down
at him with her eyes sparkling hotly, "you may return the favor of my
sucking you by eating my pussy until I cum as well as you did. Sound
good?"

"Sounds goddamned good!"

"But first the plan."

"Well," Mason said, "it's simple enough. Like I started to say before,
Jack was complaining about not being able to work on his novel because
of all the interruptions. What he wanted to do, he said, was get away
somewhere, alone, where he could really get to work. Remember?"

"Uh-huh."

"Suppose we provide him with that retreat he mentioned?"

"You mean - our cabin on the coast?"

"Exactly," Mason told her. "It's perfect."

"Do you think he'll accept the offer of the cabin?"

"Hell, why shouldn't he? He can't afford not to accept, can he?"

"Lover," Sue said admiringly, "I do believe you're a genius. But
suppose Adie wants to go along with him?"

"I doubt that," Mason said. "When he said he wanted to be alone, I
think he meant just that. Completely alone, without even his wife. I'll
call him tomorrow and put the idea to him, and we'll see if I'm right."

"And if he does accept, then I take over?"

"You take over," Mason said. "I'll tell him you'll meet him up there,
show him where everything is and so on. Then you're on your own." He
grinned. "I have no doubt what'll happen then."

"And you'll be doing what?"

"Dropping over to see Mrs. Rolfe," he answered. "I'll suggest that she
and I take a ride up to the cabin, so that she can see what it's like.
I'll say it'll be a surprise, that we'll all have dinner together.
We'll drive up there-"

"-and just happen to catch sight of Jack Rolfe and me doin' what comes
naturally," Sue finished.

"Right. Of course, you'll have to make sure the two of you keep at it
for a long time. No telling how long it'll be before I get his wife up
there."

"No problem, lover," she chuckled. "You know me."

"Hell yes, I do," Mason said. "You just love cock, Mommy, like I said
before."

"And you love pussy," Sue told him. She began to push his head down
along her body, moving her hips on the bed, letting her own fires
rekindle hotly. "Now let's see you prove that I'm right, lover!"

Mason proved it without the slightest doubt.

Chapter 2

"Weren't the Masons nice?" Adie said again as she and Jack walked into
the bedroom of their home. "I was certainly glad to meet them."

"Saved the night, that's for sure," Jack said. He sat down on the bed
and removed his shoes, rubbing his feet. "If it hadn't been for them, I
would literally have climbed the walls."

"Move honey," Adie said lightly. Jack stood up as she removed the
spread and folded it at the foot of the bed then opened the covers.
"Well, never again," she vowed as Jack settled himself back again. "I
guess writers are recluses at heart anyway."

"No reason to put up with people you don't like."

"I hope to see the Masons again though. Maybe for bridge like they
suggested." She backed toward her husband. "Unzip me, will you baby?"

Jack reached up and unzipped his wife's dress and then watched lovingly
as she shrugged her shoulders and the garment slowly slid down the
beautiful curve of her torso. He reached down the length of her long
shapely legs and playfully brought his hand up inside her half slip,
pushing the hem up abruptly before she had time to resist.

"Ooohhh!" Adie gurgled, jumping forward from her husband's electric
fingertips. She was ultra sensitive along the softness of her inner
thighs, her skin white and marble smooth and delicate. She tingled from
his touch and stepped out of the pool of the fallen dress. "Oh stop it,
stop it, baby!"

Jack grinned from his sitting position, and although he couldn't see
her expression, he knew from their four years of marital relationships
that she was wincing with pleasure, her teeth bared with the first
signs of sexual arousal. He continued to stroke his wife's legs, moving
his hand up to tantalize the pubic mound so provocative under the silk
crotchband of her panties. She wiggled her hips as if in protest, but
didn't step away.

"Ooohhhh, ohhh, Jack! Oh Jack! I love you Jack!" Adie turned suddenly
and flung herself at her husband, pinning him to the bed. She kissed
him hard, cutting off the laugh he was teasingly giving her, and then
they embraced passionately.

How lucky I am, Adie thought to herself, her brain swimming with her
arousal. Landing Jack for a husband was a coup d'etat of the first
order. She must have been courted by at least ten other men, but Jack
had been constantly surrounded by other women, yet somehow she had won
him away from all the other girls. He was going to be a success, she
had implicit faith in that with his name lauded in the literary circles
along with Hemingway, Lawrence, Roth. He was confident of his writing
skill, and his columns for the Sentinel had been nationally recognized
as the work of a talented writer: a really gifted man.

And she was important to him. He had told her so many times, and she
made herself reaffirm the promise to herself that she would do all in
her power to help him and become a partner in his success. This key
element to their marriage made her love him all the more. Of course he
had, by nature of his profession, to be alone most of the time, and
this was sometimes difficult for her to accept. There he was, cooped up
in his study, so close to her all day and yet so far away. He was so
wrapped up in his novel that it seemed that they weren't as close as
when he went to work at the newspaper every day. In the evenings he was
so tired and frustrated that they hadn't made love as many times as
before and this worried her. Not that she liked it so very much - oh,
she did, but not as often as a man does - but because Jack didn't seem
to respond as much as he used to.

A slight spark of worry crossed Adie's mind as she hugged and kissed
her husband. Was the magic going out of their marriage? Had they grown
old hat to each other? Had the excitement of their sex life lost its
luster and Jack become bored with her? He didn't seem to be now, not
with his heated lips pressed so tightly to hers or his quiet moanings
from deep within his throat as his arousal became stronger, or the hard
lump of his rising penis as it stretched against her leg. She was being
foolish, she concluded. He loved her more than ever. She darted her
tongue deep within his mouth, feeling the roof and his tongue with her
tongue tip.

And I love him ...

Jack turned his head away and smiled up at his wife. She returned his
smile coyly, the fire in her eyes telling him that he was wanted and
wanted badly. His hands slid along her sides and then cupped the tight
alabaster mounds of her buttocks; a thrilled murmur escaped from Adie's
lips. He moved his fingers higher, connecting with the tight elastic
band of her panties, running his hands along the bare satiny skin. She
squirmed beneath his ministrations, pushing her hot loins up into his
hardening penis. She rotated her hips, nibbling his ear and neck with
her mouth, and her hands gripped his shirt tightly with desire.

Then suddenly she stood up and pirouetted. She arched her back and
unsnapped her bra. The white cups fell from her breasts like petals
from ivory rosebuds, and she stood for a moment with the ruby-kissed
tips pointing at her panting husband. Then she hooked her thumbs in the
waistband of her panties and half slip and removed them in one easy,
graceful motion, throwing them on the dresser beside her. She caressed
her full rounded hips with her palms, lightly, wantonly, still smiling
at her husband. Without a word she lay down beside him, stretching out
along the king-sized bed, spreading her limbs.

Damn! Jack thought, turning to stare at her beauty. There's no other
woman like her, he had to admit, and she looks just as beautiful now as
yesterday or last week or last year. She was a seductive woman, no
denying that, and his breath sucked in from the sudden excitement of
the abandoned pose she had taken.

He raised himself on one elbow and gazed with fascination at the well-
rounded perfectly formed curves next to him. She lay back against the
pillow, her arms begging for him, her legs moving up and down, her toes
digging into the spread, lashes shadowing her cheeks as she closed her
eyes.

"Baby." she whispered softly. "Hurry ... please, baby, now ..." She
squirmed her buttocks down into the mattress, enjoying the licentious
effect her actions were having on Jack, enjoying the teasing exhibition
of her body and the secret satisfaction of the power she held over him.

Jack didn't waste any more time but pulled at his clothes, not even
bothering to get off the bed. It took only a moment for them to fall to
the floor in a disorganized heap, and then he rolled to a kneeling
position and looked down at her naked form. His thick blood-enriched
penis stood out hugely from his groin.

"Mmmmm," Adie said softly. "That was quick, honey."

"I'm ready, ready right now," Jack grinned down at her. He roamed his
hands over her, playing over her thighs and breasts. They stopped to
tweak her nipples into rock-hard firmness, and then he ran a finger
down the valley between the high-set firm white breasts. He never
stopped marvelling at how magnificent they were, especially considering
how small the girl was in height. She was barely five three, but the
parts that mattered were enough for any man. Her face was round and
cherubic, with an air of innocence about it which made his lovemaking
all that more enticing. It was like making love to a virgin every time,
like arousing the woman in a girl and seeing the passion overcome the
natural reluctance of "the first time." Her long black hair was fine
and silky and hung over her shoulders to curl across her breasts,
highlighting the whiteness of her skin with its black strands. She wore
a C-cup and filled it to overflowing with soft lovely globes, and
between her spread legs which were shaped by a master craftsman, he
could see clearly the soft pubic down which covered her pink vaginal
slit. Her cunt glistened wetly in the light, her sexual excitement
secreting droplets which formed like honeyed dew on her pubic hair.

Jack leaned forward, unable to control himself any longer, and he
crushed his mouth against her groin, trying to suck up every sweet
flowing drop of her pussy juices, brushing his tongue against her
cuntal lips with yearning heat. Adie moaned but brought her thighs up
sharply to stop him.

"No ... no ... not that, Jack! You know I don't like you to kiss me
there. No, please stop ... please!" Her arms encircled his head and
pulled him upward along her body toward her warm pliant mouth, opened
wide with desire. "Kiss me on the lips, baby," she whispered. "Not down
there ..."

Jack didn't resist. He allowed himself to be moved up the length of his
wife's body and ground his lips onto hers. This was the one flaw in an
otherwise wonderful relationship, he thought. He had tried for all the
time they had been sleeping together to show her the erotic arousal
lips against vulva, mouth around penis, could produce. He had been
sucked by other girls many times in the past before Adie and he were
married. He wanted Adie to do the same to him, to see her head roll
from side to side as he tongued the velvet-like insides of her cunt-
lips in return. He could shut his eyes and imagine that butter-soft
mouth of hers as it sawed rhythmically around his cock, and the very
thought made him tense his loins, even as he kissed his wife on the
mouth. He wanted to cum inside her there, to spurt his hot, white sperm
into her throat as he had into others' throats and hear her mewling and
crooning with the desire of love as he did so.

Yes, and he wanted to make her reach a climax by taking her clitoris
between his teeth and holding it tightly as he ran his tongue-tip
around and around her vagina until at last he plunged his tongue deep
into the cavern of her pussy to soak up the secretions, to stab and
dart in oral fucking just as he was now moving his tongue in her mouth
in similar simulation of intercourse.

He held her tight to him and felt her warm body as it undulated
uncontrollably beneath his body, her soft belly and pelvis grinding
against his penis until it throbbed with hardness.

"Oh ... baby!" Adie moaned. "Darling, darling, I need you so badly ..."

"Yes ... yes," he managed to reply. One of his legs fell snugly between
her open thighs, and she rubbed her soft hair-protected loins against
him in perfect harmony. He kissed her again, his mouth dry with
barbaric thirstiness, and she raised her thigh to press his exposed
crotch. His cock seeped with lubricity from her touch, its tip being
massaged by the light brush of her warm smooth skin. It jerked, jumping
as though it was ready to spew its seminal fluid already. Once more he
ran his tongue into her mouth, and she sucked it eagerly, even nibbling
it with her sharp little teeth to send new shocks of rippling
excitement through him.

The thought of what lay before him, of what would happen when he
entered her vagina and began to pound his cock to a fulfilling
explosion, crossed his brain. He knew every action, every motion they
would make, for it had become a ritual over the years. He was aroused
and wanted her, but ... but what? What was nagging at the back of his
mind? What was wrong with their lovemaking? Was it the sameness? Had he
gotten to take her for granted after all this time and the original
thrill he had experienced when she was new to him been replaced by a
complacency or familiarity; He loved his wife, but the spice was gone.
He lifted his head and lay his cheeks against Adie's soft hair.

"Is ... there something wrong, Jack?" she whispered.

"What? Oh no, of course not."

"But there is, Jack."

"I ... was thinking how beautiful you are," he lied.

Adie began to shiver beneath him, her thighs rubbing his loins
hungrily. "You want to make love to me, don't you?"

"Yes, yes, I want to."

"How ...?" Her question was unexpected and sent an electrifying current
through him. It was something new to hear her ask for a good screwing
and then want to know how! Yes, change was what was needed, for his
cock leaped spontaneously with the added dimension.

"Hard!" Jack replied hoarsely. "Deep and hard, right up to the hilt!"

"Oh Jack, do it now! I want you inside me ... now!" she cried.

He drew her closer to him and moved one hand down to encase the round
smooth buttocks, his hand over the soft yielding crevice which halved
them. She glued her mouth to his as she wedged a hand between them and
grasped his fleshy hardness. Jack choked with the cool contact of her
fingers around his cock, and he pressed his lips harder against hers to
show his appreciation. She strained the full length of her body against
him, grinding and pushing, and then she spread her legs and thighs
wide, and his penis poised proudly against the snug mouth of her
waiting cunt, the thin, hair-lined archway to her innermost desires
relaxing with the need for him to enter. She kept firm hold of his
bulbous aching cock and drew it closer, sliding it up and down between
her open legs, swirling it around her tender, pink flesh until it's
knob rested against her quivering cuntal entrance.

"There, Jack ... right there."

He lunged forward, his hips thrusting heavily as he drove into her
widespread pussy and felt the hot rubbery passage clasp around his cock
and absorb his naked surge like a hungry lion. She rocked gently
beneath him. "Uhhhh!" she murmured, and she leaned into his loins,
trying to take more of him, and he levered his massive member to the
full length of her cuntal tunnel. It was warm and tight as though he
had been the first, and the fluids helped her take him easily, wetting
and lubricating his path. He thrust lustily until his blood-swollen
head hit her cervix, and simultaneously his sperm-bloated testicles
crashed resoundingly against the firm muscle-taut cheeks of her ass. He
moved harder, flexing his prick as she moaned, imbedded beneath his
driving cudgel.

"Oh God! Oh God!" Jack groaned, grinding his pelvis into her savagely,
feeling the pliant warm flesh beneath as she strained to meet his
pounding jerks until her loins were inches off the bed. He angled his
hips and drove into her, trying to establish a rhythm. She breathed a
mewling sound incessantly, lifting her body to meet his forward attack,
opening and closing her legs about his hips as she labored frantically
to climb his solid pole, her head rocking from side to side in the
abandoned supplication to their fornication.

"Oooohh Jack, you feel so good! So good!" She whimpered in his ear and
then licked his lips, his nose, his eyes. "Yes, yes, yeesss!"

Adie gave another gasp and screwed herself tighter to his penis until
it sunk to her soft fleshy depths completely. He worked around and
around in her, feeling the muscular ridges of her vagina around his
smooth sliding cock, his tempo ever-increasing. His shaft continued to
surge like a wild beast on a rampage until he was sure it was going to
split down the seam, and the intoxicating pressure in his balls was
enough to send him screaming. Oh God! Surely he was going to reach his
orgasm soon, for surely he couldn't hold back much longer! He increased
his speed and stroke, drubbing into her savagely as his balls whacked
against her unturned thighs.

She held him tightly in her strong legs, clamping her calves crablike
around his hips, only to slacken them for a second and then clamp
harder. She began to babble incoherently which he knew to be a sign she
was approaching her own climax, and he spurred her on with powerful
long strokes. Her knees drew up as she raised herself even more fully
to his battering attack, and her moist splayed vagina bucked wildly
against his ramming penis, and she rode his cock wantonly as though she
never wanted to cease.

"Ooooohh ... Oooohhh Goooddd! I'm ... I'm going ... going to ...
cummm!" With a sudden deep-throated groan, Adie began to vibrate
uncontrollably; and then Jack too released his own damned up passion.
His cum churned through his boiling balls, up through the tube of his
expanded cock and surged into his wife's wildly clasping cunt. He
shoved his tongue harder into her mouth and cupped the globoid cheeks
of her firm white ass closer around his pumping penis as he beat a wild
tattoo against her with his still-emptying testicles. Adie wailed into
his mouth, her questing thighs jerking spasmodically against his belly
while he discharged his overwhelming load of sperm violently into her.
Finally, he collapsed across her, his sigh of contentment mingling with
her own mewlings of gratification.

As sanity returned to him, Jack edged his body off his wife and rolled
over. Adie almost asleep, kissed him lightly on the cheek, curled
herself up in a child-like foetus position. He put the covers over her,
and for a moment before sleep overtook him, Jack thought of her
tenderly. In spite of her few Victorian hangups about oral sex, she was
still pretty good in bed, he had to admit. As good as most women he'd
had. He stared at Adie, trying to imagine her as a strange woman he had
just finished fucking, fucking for the sake of fucking and not out of
love. Like Sue for example, that beautiful creature belonging to Bob
Mason, that sensual enticing all-woman. My God! He could just see her
in bed hungrily sucking his cock, naked and wild with prurience and
desire, making love for its own licentious sake. No ... no, why was he
thinking like this. What would it accomplish? Besides, he could almost
imagine the hurt Adie would feel if she knew of his lewd thoughts ...
and the outrage it would cause the Masons, for that matter. He groaned
and turned over, shutting off the bedside lamp and plunging the room
into darkness.

*   *   *

Adie woke him with a sweet tender kiss the next morning. He slowly
opened his eyes and looked up at his wife who held a bathrobe around
her, and then he smiled, stretched his arms and yawned.

"Morning, honey," she said. "Want some coffee?"

Jack nodded, turned over and put his face to the pillow. "MMmmm," he
murmured in a sleep-filled voice. Adie, by moving up from the bed, let
the sunlight from the open window stream across his body, warming it
beneath the covers. He dozed again until she reappeared.

"You overslept, baby," she said. "It's nearly nine."

Jack suddenly sprang awake. "What?"

"If you plan to get any writing done, you'd better start pretty soon.
You know what Saturdays are like around here. I should have called you,
but I lost track of the time myself."

Jack gulped some of the coffee she had brought then jumped out of bed,
all thought of resting there gone. He hurriedly dressed, walked out to
the kitchen where Adie was scrambling some eggs. He sat at the dinette
and watched her lithe young form as she moved gracefully around in the
flower-design bathrobe. Her bare legs were still tanned from the summer
sun, and they were beautiful enough not to need stockings, he thought;
even her small feet, not normally a beautiful or appealing part of
anybody's anatomy, were cute to him. He ate the eggs and toast when she
served them and even talked a little. Usually, conversation was a
matter of grunts in the morning, neither of them very good at being
friendly after just rising, but the coffee helped this morning, as well
as the lovemaking of the night before. Sex was all important to a
marriage; they both agreed to that. Again he had another momentary
flash of imagining Bob Mason's wife in the bed with him, and not his
wife, but Jack quickly dispelled the idea from his mind as totally
unthinkable.

Writing was impossible. Jack retired to the study, rolled a fresh sheet
of yellow foolscap into the IBM electric typewriter and stared at the
keys. No bursts of inspiration came to him. He reread the few pages he
had so laboriously salvaged from the previous week's efforts, made a
face as he read them and then looked back at the virgin sheet. At this
rate, he was going to collect social security when he finished the
novel, he thought disgustedly; and with a rush of anger, he tore the
sheet from the machine, balled it up and threw it into the overflowing
wastepaper basket.

Somebody started to cut his lawn down the block, and the gas engine of
the mower made a tremendous racket. The man across the street added to
the disturbance by starting up a power saw to cut down the limbs of an
old oak tree in his front yard. Jack remembered the noise from two days
previous when the neighbor had started the project. He finished his
coffee morosely and walked out to the kitchen for a fresh cup. He
waited, knowing full well he was procrastinating as he heated the pot
on the stove.

Adie had dressed in a pair of black stretch pants and a white frilly
blouse. The blouse was sheer enough to see through, and her bra molded
her breasts like mountain peaks through fog. She was in the laundry
room, sorting the clothes for washing. Jack knew that at twelve she was
going to start the washing machine.

"Must you?" he said out loud.

"What?" Adie, not knowing to what he was referring, looked up,
startled. "You mean the washing? No, baby, I don't. Of course we won't
have any clean clothes next week."

Jack realized he had snapped at her for no good reason. "I'm sorry,
honey, I'm just upset. First I'm late getting started today, and now
all the racket ..." He sighed and drank some coffee. "I've got to get
away someplace."

"I know," Adie sympathized.

"Up to the mountains or down to the south coast or someplace where I
can go just like it was an office and I had a regular job. That's what
I need: a ritual, a regular schedule like I had at the Sentinel."

Adie had heard it all before, but she nodded in agreement, knowing full
well how futile the idea was with their meager savings. As she turned
back to her chore with the clothes, she thought about the week's food
and how to cut down on the cost a little more. Hamburger instead of
roast beef, hot dogs and casseroles and no desserts ...

Jack went back to the study, but for all his efforts, he wasn't able to
write anything even approximately worth saving by noon. The washing
machine went on as promised, and with a muffled frustrated curse Jack
threw in the towel and gave up for the day.

"Going well?" Adie asked when he appeared, knowing the answer even
before he said it.

"Like hell," he grumbled. He opened a beer and sat down in front of the
television set to watch an old movie, disgruntled.

At one, the phone rang. Adie answered it in the kitchen and then called
to Jack. He walked in and took the receiver; to his surprise, Bob Mason
identified himself.

"Hello Jack, how are you?" Mason asked.

"Fine. Say, this is a surprise."

"Well, it was really nice talking together the way we did last night,
and so I thought I'd call and tell you so."

"Thanks. Both Adie and I enjoyed it, too. You were a lifesaver."

Mason laughed heartily. "Same here. Say, how's the writing coming? Did
I interrupt you?"

"No, no, there were enough distractions to make me give it up an hour
ago."

"That is a shame, Jack"'

"Well, I'm just going to have to learn to cope with it, I guess."

"Maybe not. That's another reason I called. Sue and I came up with an
idea."

"Really?"

"We have a cabin at Salmon Creek on the Oregon coast. It's not very
posh, but it has a heater and electricity and running water, and you're
welcome to use it if you want."

Jack was pleasantly agape. "Well Bob, that's very kind of you to offer
..."

"Nonsense. Sue and I don't use it much anymore, and we'd like to have
somebody up there. It's probably pretty damned musty and could use some
living in so you'd be doing us a favor as much as we'd be helping you.
Should have thought of it last night. What do you say? I won't take no
for an answer!"

"In that case ... why yes, I'll be glad to Bob!"

"Fine! Great!" Mason said something to his wife about Jack accepting
the offer; then there were muffled sounds and he came back on. "Say,
Sue had a fine idea Jack. She has some free time this afternoon so if
you want to use the cabin immediately she'll meet you there. Around
four, if that's all right. She'll turn on the gas and the electricity,
show you where things are and give you the keys."

"Sounds good," Jack said. "Let me talk to Adie. Just a sec." he quickly
told his wife of their sudden good fortune, the Mason's generous offer.
His excitement was obvious. "What do you think, honey?" he asked her.

"I think it's marvelous," Adie said. Her voice was eager for him.

"Do you want to come along?"

She smiled ruefully. "Wouldn't you get more writing done if I didn't?"

"Well ... yes, probably so."

"Then you'd better go alone, honey. It'll just be for the weekend,
won't it?"

"I guess it will. Though if the Masons don't mind and things work out,
I'll most likely want to stay."

"Well, I can join you later on if that's the case."

Jack hesitated, looking at Adie for a moment and then decided that she
was right. Lord, it would be perfect! He could really get started in
the novel once he was in seclusion, away from all the interruptions,
and if he was alone this weekend, well, all the more work he could get
done. He said into the phone as he nodded at his wife, "Sounds just
great Bob. Adie doesn't think she should go for the weekend so I'll be
going up alone."

"Whatever you say," Mason answered amiably.

"How do I get there?"

"Take the southern freeway until you reach Portland and then pick up
Highway 1. You can get directions at any service station. Follow route
1 to Hopeful Bay. Salmon Creek is about five miles north, the turnoff
is adjacent to a State Fish and Game station there. Turn left and
follow the road to Parkwood Lane, about a half mile in. Turn right
there, and we're the fourth cabin on the right. Got all that?"

"Got it."

"Good luck, Jack."

"Thanks. Oh, and Bob, I can't tell you what this means. If there's
anything I can do for you ..."

"Forget it," Mason said. "That's what friends are for."

It took the better part of an hour to pack the Ford with the writing
necessities such as pens and paper and the IBM typewriter. There was an
air of joy about the whole thing, for both the Rolfes were elated at
this stroke of good fortune. They talked about how nice the Masons were
to help them this way, and how much in debt to them they were. At last
the car was loaded; Jack kissed his wife tenderly and drove away.

The drive was pleasant, leisurely, and the several miles went by
quickly. Most of it was freeway and Jack was able to make excellent
time. The road from Portland to Hopeful Bay and then north to the
Salmon Creek turnoff was barren of traffic and exceptionally pretty
with its Northern Oregon foliage. There was no fog and the sky was
clear. Jack hummed a popular tune as he drove, as though he didn't have
a worry in the world.

The cabin at Salmon Creek was small and smelled of fish and salt from
the Pacific Ocean nearby. It was on a slight rise with a large side
window overlooking the water. The cabin was of rough-hewn salt-eroded
redwood planks and the roof of redwood shingles sagged slightly in the
middle; the porch was lobsided, but Jack couldn't have cared less. This
was perfect as far as he was concerned, and the next neighbor was a
good quarter of a mile away. No kids, no mowers, no street work crews,
no telephone interruptions. Just the lapping of the waves and the
cracking of typewriter keys on paper.

He drove up next to the canary yellow TR-6 Triumph sportscar parked
near the porch. He assumed it was Sue Mason's car and that she was
already there, for it was next to the house and the stone chimney was
sending wisps of smoke into the crisp air. Jack felt strangely excited
as he walked across the grounds and tip the heavy plank steps to the
front door. He knocked on it twice.

There was a scrape of chair legs and then the tiny patter of feet. The
door opened. Sue stood easily, her hand on the knob, the other hand
grasping a freshly-made martini.

"Hi!" she greeted Jack cheerily. "Come on in to your new writing
studio."

He stopped, his mind stunned by Sue Mason's beauty. She had been
provocative at the party, but now this way, she was even more sensual.
She wore short-shorts of bright orange, so tight as to show her pubic
mound and its wide cleft clearly through the fabric between her thighs.
Her long statuesque legs, bronzed even more than Adie's were bare and
beautiful, and her belly was just as bronzed nude between the shorts
and an orange halter, flat and wrinkle free. Her breasts were barely
concealed by the thin strips of the halter, and Jack could almost see
her nipples. Her light brown hair seemed shorter than it had the night
before, and the pixie cut added to the vivacious effect her sparkling
green eyes gave forth.

"Come in, Jack," she repeated with a smile, moving aside with the fluid
ease of a cat. She seemed to sense his hesitation, for she laughed and
took a sip of her drink. "What's the matter, Jack?" she asked coyly.
"You took scared. I'm not going to eat you."

She didn't add the word she was thinking: "Yet."

Chapter 3

Jack grinned, a little self-consciously, and stepped past Sue into the
cabin's interior. The walls were constructed of unvarnished redwood,
the ceiling was high, with exposed studs, and the furniture was old and
comfortable, mainly rattan and old leather. There was a homey,
comfortable atmosphere to the cabin, and the dim, filtered afternoon
light added to its warm solidarity.

As Jack crossed the bare wooden floor, Sue shut the door and followed
him into the mail living room. He could smell a faint, musky perfume,
and the headiness of the odor made him slightly light-headed; images of
candlelight and soft music and brandy in fine old crystal decanters
flashed briefly through his mind. He shook his head, grinning his wry
grin; hell, next thing you knew he would be getting romantic notions
and half a hard-on, which would do him no good at all since Adie was
miles away in Seattle - and Sue Mason was strictly out of bounds.
Still, though, the lewd thoughts he had harbored about the voluptuous
Mrs. Mason after making love to Adie last night returned momentarily;
Christ yes, she would probably be one goddamned holy terror in bed, the
way she walked, and smiled, and smelled was irrefutable testimony to
that ...

Sue said, "Did you have any trouble finding the place, Jack?"

"No, no trouble at all."

"We were sure you wouldn't."

"This really is nice of Bob and you, Mrs. Mason ..."

"Sue."

"Well, all right ... Sue."

"It's our pleasure," she said. She smiled warmly at him, and her eyes
in the pale light were dancing with hot, sparking embers. "Would you
like to take the guided tour now, Jack?"

"Yes," he replied. "Fine."

The cabin had four rooms in addition to the huge main living room.
There were two small bedrooms, each equipped with a large double bed
and a dresser; a tiny kitchen with a stove and refrigerator; and a
circumscribed sun porch with floor-to-ceiling windows running the width
of the dwelling, which looked out on an oblong, fenced-in rear yard
with several pieces of lawn furniture and quite a few large shrubs and
bushes. Beyond the fence were rolling sand dunes, extending for about
five hundred years, and the dark, blue-black, white-capped surface of
the Pacific Ocean.

Sue concluded the tour on the sun porch, saying, "You could work out
here, Jack. Pull the bamboo blinds if the light gets too strong for
you." She indicated an oval redwood table at one end of the porch. "You
could use that as your desk."

Jack looked around. "Sounds great," he said. "Are there any electrical
outlets here? I've got an electric typewriter ..."

"Behind the settee there."

"Good. Perfect, in fact."

"Well," Sue said, smiling at him, moistening her lips with the tip of
her tongue. "Are you planning to do any work tonight?"

"I don't know," Jack mused. "I usually do my best writing in the
morning. I could work a little tonight, but I'd probably be wiser to
get a very early start in the morning."

"Then you wouldn't be averse to having a drink with me, would you?"

"Why ... no, not at all. In fact, I think I could use a drink after the
drive."

"Would you mind doing the honors, sir?" she asked lightly.

Jack grinned. "Not at all."

She reached out and took his hand. "Follow me."

He allowed her to lead him back into the living room. The touch of her
fingers on his hand had an odd, tingling effect on Jack; it was as if
there were tiny, hidden electrodes beneath her skin, vibrating through
to his flesh. He felt a certain dryness to his throat, and his eyes
were on the undulating rhythm of her rounded buttocks through the tight
orange shorts. Damn, but she was a hell of a sensual woman! he thought.
If he wasn't married, and she wasn't married ... well, there was no use
thinking about ifs, getting himself all worked up over nothing.

There was a roll-out bar near the large stone-and-mortar fireplace at
one end of the living room. As she slid the compact unit out of the
redwood wall, Sue said, "I'm afraid we really don't have much of a
liquor supply here. We seldom use the cabin."

Jack bent over to peer at the bottles. "Vermouth, sweet and dry; ruby
port; and ... what's this?" He lifted a large bottle of clear liquid
from the shelf.

"Ouzo," Sue said, smiling. She was standing very close to Jack now, her
hand brushing lightly against his arm. "My favorite! Do you like it,
Jack?"

"I don't think I've ever had any."

"It's very good," Sue told him. "It's a Greek liquor. Tastes a little
like licorice."

"Well ..." Jack said dubiously. "How do you mix it?"

"You don't," Sue said. "It's served over ice. I'll get some from the
refrigerator."

She moved away, returning moments later with a tray of ice. Jack had
put two glasses on the bar face, and she dropped two cubes into each
one. He uncapped the bottle and poured some of the clear liquid over
the ice; almost immediately, its consistency changed to an opaque,
almost milky one. "Hey!" he said. "I thought only Pernod did that."

"No, Ouzo does, too," Sue lifted her glass, waited until he followed
suit, and then said, "A toast. To your novel, and its ultimate
success."

"Thank you, ma'am." Jack sipped the drink, found that it did taste a
little like licorice and that it wasn't at all bad; in fact, it went
down quite smoothly.

"Like?" Sue asked.

"Hmmmm!"

"Shall we sit down on the couch?"

"All right."

They sat down. It seemed to Jack that Sue sat rather close to him. She
crossed one slim, tanned leg over the other, tightening the material of
her shorts into the sharply-defined slit of her crotch, making the
folds of her pussy bulge out in bas-relief the brilliant orange of the
material. She leaned forward slightly, holding her drink in one hand,
so that a good deal of the creamy white mounds of her full, globular
breasts were exposed to him - and just a hint of the ruby hardness of
her nipples. He felt a slight flush start on the base of his neck, but
he wasn't able to take his eyes from her provocative lushness. His
prick spasmed once, twice, beneath his trousers with beginning arousal.
Quickly, feeling a little ashamed, he took a long deep pull at his
glass draining the Ouzo.

"I'll make us another one," Sue said, taking a healthy sip of her own
drink. Before he could protest, she slid off the settee, took his
glass, and went to the bar. She was chuckling quietly to herself as she
refilled their glasses from the bottle of Ouzo. The liquor was one of
the world's finest and most subtle aphrodisiacs, though most people
were unaware of the fact; she'd been drinking it for a number of years,
and knew the effect it had on the masculine libido after three or four.
It increased her own Sexual fervor, too, though she could control
herself if she felt like it; not that she was going to feel like it, of
course. Yes Jack Rolfe was hers now, no mistake. She felt initial
droplets of fluid begin to flow from the sensitive walls of her cunt as
she thought about what would be taking place within the next hour. Oh,
she was going to throw a fuck that Mr. Jack Rolfe would never forget.
Never!

She carried the filled glasses back to Jack and handed him one. She was
aware of his eyes on her, and she glanced every now and then at the
front of his pants. She could see his cock pulsing there, jumping
spasmodically from time to time, pushing his trouser material out
briefly, and her cunt juices began to flow faster with increased
anticipation. The second drink disappeared even more rapidly than the
first, as she knew it would, and she quickly poured him another one. He
didn't protest at all but drank thirstily from it when she gave him the
glass.

Jack felt a warm, relaxed lethargy begin to flow over him. The drinks
were beginning to have an effect on him, he knew that, but the feeling
was so pleasant that he really didn't care. So what if he got a little
drunk tonight? As long as he didn't get really bombed, so that he had
such a hangover he couldn't work in the morning, why what the hell? Why
not celebrate? The use of this cabin, and the philanthropy of the
godsends that were the Mason's, merited celebrating; and, of course, it
wasn't every day that a man had the opportunity of getting mildly
looped with a woman as beautiful, as provocative, as Sue Mason.

She was really something, he thought admiringly. She exuded pure animal
sex, like a kind of miasma encompassing her invisibly as she walked,
moved, spoke. What he'd like to do, really like to do, would be to
reach out at this moment and take her in his arms, kiss her, love her
up a little ... oh, not anything more than that, he wouldn't fuck her
or anything, but Lord it would be nice to kiss those soft red lips,
caress those hot-looking white breasts, tweak the nipples into rock-
hardness, take each one in his mouth and roll it around and around his
tongue ...

He felt his cock jerk into sudden, instant rigidity, as if it were
alive, as if it were straining for release from its cloth prison. He
tried to will it limp again, to banish the lewd thoughts swirling in
his mind, but it remained throbbingly blood swollen. Guiltily, his eyes
went to Sue's face.

She was looking at the bulge in his pants.

And she was smiling with half-parted lips and fervid eyes.

"Why, Jack!" she said in mock surprise, mock reproof. "Whatever were
you thinking about to have that happen now?"

"I ... well, I ... ," he stuttered.

Sue laughed deep in her throat.

"Sue, I ... I'm sorry, it's just that I ..." he faltered.

"I know what it is," she whispered. "I know why you have a hard-on
Jack."

His breath quickened at her vernacular term. "You ... you do?"

"You have a hard-on because you want to fuck me," she said. "That's
right, isn't it, Jack" You do want to fuck me, don't you?"

"Oh God!" he managed to breathe. His prick seemed to be palpitating
wildly in his pants now, and his brain reeled. Had he heard correctly?
Yes, yes, of course he had. But why was Sue talking to him like that?
What was the matter with her? Oh Christ, he could feel his balls begin
to ache from the pressure of his gathering sperm; he really needed it,
he really did, and Sue Mason talking to him like that wasn't helping
matters any. Didn't she know what might happen, saying obscene words
like that to a man? Didn't she know? He took another long swallow of
his Ouzo, and found that his hand was trembling slightly.

She leaned close to him, and he could feel her breath on his cheek,
like the scorching heat of a white-hot firebrand. She touched his knee,
lightly, but her fingers seemed to sear right through the cloth. "Well,
Jack"' she asked. "Wouldn't you like to fuck me? Wouldn't you really?"

"Sue ... Christ, Sue, cut it out! I'm ... only human ... !"

"And so am I, Jack dear. So am I," she purred on. "My cunt is on fire
right now. And the only thing that can put out that fire is a big, hard
cock, Jack. I can tell you do."

And she reached out and touched the throbbing bulge.

He almost lept off the couch in a convulsing reaction to the electrical
shock of her touch on his sensitive penis, encased though it was. Sue
stroked it lightly, tantalizingly, sliding closer to him as he tried to
pull back, increasing the rhythm of her strokes. Her breasts pressed
hotly, softly against his arm, and her lips found his jaw line, traced
a pattern upward along his cheek and then over to search for his mouth.
Her tongue trailed a path of liquid fire along the skin of his face as
her hand continued to rub his already uncomfortably swollen prick.

"Sue ... please, for Christ's sake!"

"You want to fuck me, don't you?" Sue repeated, droning the words in an
almost mesmeric voice, like a hypnotist practicing her art on an
unwilling but nonetheless hypnotizable subject. "You want to fuck me,
Jack you want to fuck me."

"No, I ... no! ... oh Jesus, yes, yes, yes yes yes yes!"

He couldn't help himself. The words tore from his throat, in a
strangled kind of whisper that he scarcely recognized, and then his
mouth was grinding against her, his tongue was flailing deep, deep into
her mouth. Sue's hand began to move faster on his turgid prick, and she
sucked and nibbled at his tongue, swirling her own tongue around and
around his, darting it into his mouth and then drawing it back to
accept the onslaught of his probing member. As if with a will of its
own, Jack's left hand came up and found her breast, squeezed and
kneaded the flesh momentarily, then dipped inside the orange halter to
draw the garment down and away, exposing her nude breast with its fiery
nipple and dark brown areola. He could feel the wetness from the
seminal fluid which seeped from the gland on the hardening tip of his
prick as she continued to massage him with a practiced thoroughness
until he thought the head would surely erupt.

And then, suddenly, with his finger kneading the resilient flesh of her
magnificent tits and his cock jerking almost out of control, the full
impact of what he was doing struck Jack's mind like a mailed fist.

My God! he thought wildly. No, this is wrong, all wrong, I'm a married
man, a happily married man ... this is wrong, it's sick, Jesus ... what
would Adie say? What would she say if she could see what was happening
right now, my hand on another woman's breast and that woman's hand
stroking and rubbing my cock ... I can't go through with it, I just
can't.

The guilt was so strong within him that he wrenched violently away from
Sue, pulling his mouth from her, turning his body so that her hand left
his bulging lap. His face was flushed a brilliant crimson - partially
from shame and partially from his intense arousal. He averted his eyes,
looking at the far wall, breathing deeply, raggedly.

"What's the matter, lover?" Sue asked casually beside him, and then,
with full feminine perception: "You're having an attack of conscience,
aren't you? You're thinking about your wife."

"Y-yes," Jack managed to answer. "What ... what are we doing ... what
we were leading up to ... Christ Sue, it was crazy, it was all wrong."

"Was it?" she asked.

"Yes ... of course ..."

"I don't think so," she said.

"Yes ... yes."

"You want to fuck me as much as I want you to fuck me," she teased in
that droning voice of her. "you know it and I know it. So why pretend
any different, Jack?"

"Jesus, Sue!"

"It's purely a physical matter." she continued. "You want to get into
my soft, wet pussy, and I want your big cock inside me. That's all,"
her lewd words floated across to his mind.

"I ... I Iove my wife."

"Sure you do. And I love my husband. But that doesn't have anything to
do with us, with here and now, with fucking."

No, no I don't want to hear any more! Jack thought with gathering
panic. It's wrong, it's wrong, but what she says is true in some ways,
you don't have to love a woman to want to fuck her ... but no, damn it,
no, I can't do it!

He jumped up from the couch, standing with his back to Sue, staring at
the wall again. His heart hammered violently in his chest, and he was
aware that his prick was still granite-hard in his pants, that it was
still seeping hot droplets of lubrication. But he had to compose
himself, find a way to get Sue to leave, or better yet to leave
himself, to get far, far away from her and to hell with the goddamned
novel ...

Sue's voice whispered huskily behind him, "Jack, lover."

He turned, gathering his courage to say what had to be said, but when
he saw her the words froze in his throat. His mouth hinged open, and
his eyes seemed to bulge goiter-like.

She stood before him completely nude.

She had unhooked the halter and stepped out of the brief shorts; the
articles of clothing made a puddle of brilliantine color on the bare
floor at her feet. She stood with her legs spread wide apart, her head
and shoulders pulled back, her hands knuckled provocatively on her
proud, bronzed hips. She was smiling at him with her mouth parted, her
teeth slightly bared, the tip of her wet, pink tongue showing. The wet,
petal-like, hair-lined lips of her vagina were presented to his eyes
like an Aztec virgin on a sacrificial altar, waiting for a huge,
plunging weapon to stab into her. The brown triangular bush of her
pubic triangle glistened lewdly in the pale afternoon light. Her high,
perfectly rounded breasts, startling alabaster white against the deep
tan of her other parts, jutted out like twin, inviting ruby-crested
mountain peaks, waiting to be climbed, asking to be conquered. Her
legs, so long, so slender, so satiny smooth-looking at their inner
thighs, were moist with the flowing juices of her passion-flowered
cuntal mouth.

"Well, lover?" she asked "Do you like what you see?"

"Sue ..." Her name choked past his swollen throat, but that was all. He
couldn't say anything else. He could only stare at her, at her
loveliness, at her completely lewd, wanton pose - and his cock began
its maddening pulsations again in his pants.

Slowly, slowly, Sue lifted her hands, her eyes fastened on his, and
began to slide her palms up and down, up and down, along her silky
sides from the outer swells of her breasts to her flanks. Then she
cupped her tits, kneading them lightly, pushing them out toward him as
if presenting him with two forbidden but delicious gifts of flesh. Then
her hands were stroking her belly, moving down ever so slowly until the
tips of her pink-tinted nails were just touching the golden brown
fleece of her pubic triangle. She held that pose for a long moment,
thumbs pressing against her slender, sculptured sides, fingers splayed
across her belly. Jack stood as if transfixed, unable to move, unable
to speak, captured totally and completely by the strange fascinating
allure of this woman before him, the absolute lustful sexuality of the
scene he was witnessing. His penis seemed to be screaming with his
ever-increasing arousal.

Slowly, Sue's hands began to move again, the fingertips dipping lower
through her soft downy pubic hair, blazing a path toward the glistening
pink slit between her legs. When she reached it, she placed the thumb
and forefinger of her left hand on either side of the soft, glistening
lips and spread them slowly, slowly, apart, revealing the trembling
pink bud of her erect clitoris to Jack's lust-ridden gaze. With her
right forefinger, then, she traced down, down, until the tip came in
contact with the miniature phallus. She began to stroke it, titillating
it back and forth, round and round, sending more rivulets of her
lubrication trailing down her inner thighs. And while she stroked her
clit, rubbing her finger in madening cadence along the gaping crevice
of her wet, pink cunt, she began to talk to him in her droning,
mesmeric voice.

"I want to fuck you, lover. I want to fuck you like you've never been
fucked before. I want to put my finger in your asshole while you're
fucking me, and I want you to do the same for me. And afterward, I want
to suck your big, throbbing cock, suck it until I milk you dry and then
I'll lick your asshole, I'll put my tongue in it until I make you hard
again. I want you to kiss my pussy, I want your tongue where my finger
is now, licking biting and kissing my clit, I want ..."

On and on she intoned, and the words - the absolute perverted obscenity
of what he was hearing - lashed Jack's mind into a swirling frenzy. Oh
Christ, he had to have her! He didn't care about Adie, he didn't care
about anything now, the only thing that mattered were Sue's lewd, vile
words in his ears, the sight of her manipulating her own genitals in
surging billows of heat in his scrotum as his cum churned and rolled,
begging for release. He had to have her, yes, yes ...

He had to fuck her!

As if he was somehow spirit-free from his body, he watched himself
objectively as his legs worked, moving his body forward, bringing him
closer to her. He watched her finger cease its rhythmic motion on her
clitoris as he approached, and her smile turn to one of triumph as she
claimed her victory beyond any doubt. His hands went out to her,
touched her shoulders - but then she was moving back away from him,
saying softly, "Not here, lover. In the bedroom."

He followed her mutely, blindly, like a faithful dog after its master,
his body and his mind afire with his consuming passion. she led him
into one of the two bedrooms, stepping over to the bed, lying back on
it with her legs spread as wide as she was able to splay them. "Get
naked, lover," she whispered up to him. "I want to see the big rod of
yours. I want to see how well hung you are. Show me your cock, lover.
Let me see it."

With numbed fingers, mindless with desire, Jack undid his belt, took
off his trousers, his shirt, stepped out of his shorts. He stood there
before her, as if waiting for queenly approval, his thick, blood-raged
shaft standing out at right angle from his loins, quivering, drooling
fluid from its blind eye.

"Oh, it's lovely, Jack, just lovely. As big as I knew it would be." She
laughed very softly. "You do want to put it inside me, don't you? Tell
me you want to put it inside me."

"Yes ... yes, I want to put it inside you!" The words leaped from his
throat hoarsely, in a voice he had never heard before.

"You want to fuck me, don't you?"

"Yes, yes, I want to fuck you!"

"How? How do you want to fuck me, lover?"

"Deep!" he cried. "Deep and hard! I want to jam my cock up to your
throat! I want to make you scream for me! I want to fuck you like
you've never been fucked before!"

"Yes, lover, that's the way! That's the way I want it!"

A small, tortured cry rended itself from the very core of Jack's being
and he flung himself onto the bed beside her. He dragged her into the
enveloping fold of his arm, not caring about anything but this soft,
warm, musky-smelling woman pressed tightly to him. He was dimly, very
dimly, aware that later, when it was over, there would be remorse,
self-loathing, but at that moment he didn't care; he just didn't care.

He showered hot, moist kisses over her face, her throat, into the
valley of her breasts, his hands moving over the smooth hills of her
buttocks, cupping them, squeezing the flesh. She was breathing into his
ear, hot and sweet, and her tongue flicked out to dance inside the
orifice, racing along the soft skin of his sensitive inner ear. Her
hand searched down between their tightly clasped bodies, located the
rock-hardness of his penis. He gasped as the hot, searing tips of her
fingers closed over his rigid penis member, and then his mouth closed
over hers and their tongues lashed and twirled one another, as if
trying to blend into one. She crushed the full length of her body
against his and ground her pelvis hard into him - and then she twisted
suddenly, pulling him over astride her, opening her legs as wide as
they had been before. Her cunt flared open, dripping, waiting.

Sue's hands were running wildly up and down along his body, tracing the
hard muscles of his shoulders, the cleft of his back, the hirsute
cheeks of his ass, exploring all of him as if he was an uncharted
island and she as inveterate explorer. His cock rested hard, trailing
dribbles of liquid, against her thighs, pressed into the narrow, hair-
lined slit of her cunt. She arched for a moment, levering their
entwined bodies up with the strength of her back. She reached under her
buttocks, then, with both hands, pulling her vaginal lips slowly apart,
giving his cock greater contact with the moist, sensitive flesh as it
lay cradled in the full length of her wet, throbbing crevice. She
relaxed, dropping her body back to the bed, his rigid shaft trapped
hotly between her down-soft thighs.

He forced his hands between her shoulders and the bed and ran them down
the soft curves of her back and hips, making little mewling sounds deep
in his throat. The raised ridges of her spine felt hot, white-hot, to
him as she undulated her body against him in slow, teasing rhythm. The
sinews of her muscles rippled lightly just under the thin tanned skin,
giving testimony to the secret, predatory power she possessed. The
tenseness of the cords in her thighs pressed against the outside of his
hips, and he wondered vaguely how they would grip around him moments
from now, when he sent his pistoning cock burrowing deep, into her
innermost depths.

"You feel good, lover," she breathed. "All of you feels good, but your
cock feels the best of all." Her nails trailed across his back, leaving
small red welts in their sharp path. Jack pushed his hands farther down
beneath her, cupping the fullness of her ass in the palms of sweat-
slick hands, pulling her crotch hard against him. He moved up and down
the fiery slit, sensing it grow wetter and wetter as her passion
seethed out of her. Her buttocks began a more desperate rotation up
against his loins until her legs, without warning, snaked out wide on
either side of him, her calves locking against the back of his thighs,
pulling him tighter to her. "Oohhhh, fuck me!" she wailed. "Fuck me
now, Jack lover, fuck me, fuck me, fuckkkkkmeeeeeeee!"

He began to thrust forward, but her pelvis was already grinding forward
and her hands were already between their bodies, circling around his
palpitating cock to guide it between the lips of her surging cunt. Jack
groaned animally as he felt her hands move his prick up and down
between her legs, running the length of her crotch, parting the soft,
fleecy hair of her vagina with the sensitive, blood-excruciating now,
and he knew he couldn't hold back another second. Now! He had to fuck
her now!

He flexed his hips with a sudden cruel, driving thrust that drove his
huge, rock-hard penis deep up into the hot, gaping, mouth of her hungry
pussy, drove it home with a flesh-splitting crash.

"Aaaaaaarrrrrrrrggggggghhhhhhh!" she screamed beneath him.

He felt the elastic sheath slip wetly, hotly, around his fleshy rod,
consuming it as it raced to the full length of her belly, her seeping
vaginal walls lubricating the way. Suddenly, he hit bottom, his balls
slapping with a resounding, staccato sound against the mooned cheeks of
her ass.

"OOooooohhhhhhhh!" she screamed again. "Ohhhh, that's it, lover, that's
the way to fuck me, that's itttttt!"

Jack ground his pelvis into the squirming pliant flesh beneath him,
fucking into Sue with long, hard strokes. She strained back under him,
arching her loins up at him, lifting them both a few inches off the
squeaking, already-sweat-soaked bedspread. She moaned and mewled wildly
under his pounding, driving body now, opening and closing her legs
around his hips as she worked up and down in a pagan rhythm. Her mouth
gaped open wide, her head flailing from side to side in wild, insane
abandon.

"Ohhhh, it's ... good, lover ... good like I knew it would be ...
oooohhhhh yessssss! That's the way, that's it. Now shove your finger in
my ass! Do it now, Jack, do it now! Shove your finger in my ass and
make me scream for you!"

In slave-like obedience, Jack reached under her, between her rotating
buttocks as he drove his pistoning cock into the hot moistness of her
pussy. He stretched the moons of her ass wide with his hands, and then
dipped his middle finger toward her anus, found it. A small stream of
warm moisture was running down the widespread crevice from where he was
fucking into her. It lubricated the tight puckered anal ring, and he
probed experimentally for a moment. Then he thrust forward with his
middle finger, hard, feeling the rubbery opening yield slightly;
suddenly, the nether ring gave way completely, and his finger slid in
up to the first knuckle in the tight elasticity of her anal passage.
She leapt her body upward to crash into his with a wet, slapping sound
at the sudden, lancing pain of his digital entrance. And then she was
screaming for him, saying, "Aaaagggghhhh, it hurts, it hurts, but I
like it, I like it!"

He thrust again, sinking his finger to the second knuckle.

"Oooooooohhhhh! Yesssss, that's it, hurt me, hurt me!"

Despite her cries, he felt Sue suddenly begin to screw her buttocks
back down on his worming finger until it was sunk to the palm of his
hand. He waggled it inside her fleshy passage, eliciting more cries of
pain and passion from her. He could feel through the thin wall of flesh
separating her two passages, the underside of his driving prick sliding
in and out of her wet cunt; he timed the thrusts of his finger with the
forward stabs of his monstrous rod, impaling her on two strong, hard,
immovable objects. She groaned wildly under him, and he could feel his
cock growing and expanding inside her until it felt as though it were
going to burst from the exquisite pleasure building in his balls. He
had to cum soon, he had to, he had to! If he didn't cum, he was going
to go out of his goddamned mind! Oh Jesus, he had never known it could
be like this, this good, never, never... !

He wanted her to cum too, to mingle his bursting juices with hers
simultaneously, and he began ramming his prick into her still harder,
in time with his burgeoning finger skewering into the rubbery depths of
her rectum. She gripped him tight between her imprisoning thighs,
opening and closing them around him in time to his long, hard thrusts,
and he knew that Mason's wife was approaching her orgasm. He continued
the merciless thrusting of his cock and his finger with all the
strength he possessed in his muscled body.

"Aaaaaggggghhhhh, fuck it, that's it, lover, fuck it hard.
Fuuuuuuucccccckkkkkiiiiittttt!"

She continued to chant the words, over and over, drawing each syllable
out, spurring him on to greater heights with her obscene mumblings,
pounding her heels with rhythmic tempo on his back as she jack-knifed
her legs up to mash them against her breasts, offering him the full
expanse of her upturned crotch. Her eyes rolled like a hopeless drunk,
her face contorted with lust as she sought to achieve her imminent
release.

And then -

"I'm ... there ... oh God I'm there!

I'm ... c c c c c c u u u u u u u u mmmmmmmmniiiiinnnggg!"

The words burst from her throat in a low, banshee wail, piercing his
eardrums, and she pulled her thighs back tighter until the whole of her
widespread crotch was presented to his heaving pelvis. Her ankles
locked over his shoulders, and she squirmed her hips beneath him in a
wild, uninhibited dance of ecstasy, screaming out her orgasm to him.

Jack felt the warm, gushing juices of her climax seethe and flow around
his thundering cock as he battered his body brutally against hers, as
she locked herself up on his prick with all the power in her thighs, as
her loins spasmed convulsively against his belly. And then the great,
swirl of heat which were building, building in his testicles became
unbearable, and he gasped again and again, and finally the hot sticky
load began its frenzied rush from his bloated scrotum along the tube of
his cock. He began to spew hot, thin streams into her sucking cunt in a
seemingly never-ending burst, emptying his very being deep, deep up
into the warm inner depths of her lusting pussy. He moaned his last
final droplet, an eternity later, and then his cock began to deflate;
he withdrew it slowly, with a soft poppping sound, trailing thin
gossamer-like threads of semen along her belly as he rolled over beside
her, his mouth open and his breath wheezing forth like a gaffed sea
bass.

A long moment passed, and Sue said quietly, "That was lovely, Jack. It
really was lovely. I don't know when I've been fucked so good."

He didn't answer. He just lay there, satiated, completely fulfilled. He
knew he should feel guilty now, feel the first stirring wave of
remorse, shame, self-depreciation. But they weren't forthcoming. He
felt only like a full-blooded, virile man, a man who had satisfied a
true, sensual woman and in turn been satisfied himself, he felt a
certain power, a certain complacency, a much-needed bolstering of his
masculine ego. With Adie, he had never known that feeling, had known
only a vague, veiled sense of inadequacy and frustration, as if there
were something the matter with his lovemaking which prevented him from
really arousing her deepest, hidden emotions.

Adie. His wife's name echoed again and again in his mind, and a small
part of him tried to make the guilt, the shame, come; but the virile
man fought the thoughts away, and he simply lay there, feeling the warm
heat of the woman next to him, smelling the musk of her perfume and the
permeating odor of their consummated lust.

He felt Sue stir, then, and suddenly she was on all fours beside him,
hovering over his belly, staring down at his now-limp cock glistening
with the coagulating juices of her recent orgasm. She said. "I'm going
to teach you things you never even knew existed. Would you like that?"

He ran his tongue across his lips, found them to be dry again. He felt
a tremor course through his loins. Could he get another hard-on so
soon? Was that possible? "Yes," he answered. "Yes, teach me, teach me!"

Her head dropped slowly toward his groin, and suddenly her tongue
flicked out, the tip boring teasingly into the glans opening, causing a
thin oozing, the final stage of his cum, to flow forth and disappear
into her eagerly lapping mouth. She ran her tongue along the flaccid
expanse of his prick, down over his soft, wrinkled scrotum, wiping away
her own orgasm juices before they could fully coagulate on his
genitals. She smiled as she bent to her task, for Jack's prick was
beginning to show signs of hardening again, was stirring beneath her
expert oral manipulations. She drew her head back and let him see her
smile, and then she said, "I'm going to kiss your lovely cock until it
gets hard again, lover. Then I'll suck you for a while. Would you like
that?"

"Yes ... oh, yes!"

"After that, we'll take a towel and go out in the rear yard. We'll
sixty-nine under the open sky. Have you ever done that before, Jack?"

"No, God, it sounds wonderful!"

"It will be," she promised. "It will be, lover."

As she bent her head to his cock and his balls again, Jack knew that
this was going to be an afternoon he would not soon forget ...

*   *   *

When the doorbell rang, Adie Rolfe was busily vacuuming the living
room. With Jack gone, she had decided that it was a good time to do a
little spring housecleaning; she had been hard at that chore -
rearranging furniture, waxing floors, dusting, vacuuming, cleaning out
closets and cupboards - since he'd left for the Mason's cabin some two
hours earlier. She hadn't even paused to fix herself anything to eat.

At the sound of the door chimes, she switched off the vacuum and ran
one slender hand through her long raven hair. She looked down at her
attire - black, stirrup-footed stretch pants and a sleeveless, pale
green jersey blouse - and ruefully hoped it wasn't anybody important
(like Jack's agent or somebody, even though she knew that was
ridiculous). She padded across to the door and opened it, and her eyes
widened in momentary surprise. But then she smiled warmly and said,
"Why ... hello, Bob! This is a pleasant surprise!"

Bob Mason smiled cheerily at her. "Hi, Adie looks like you've been
doing a little housework."

"A lot of it, actually," Adie corrected lightly. "Won't you come in?"

"Thanks." He stepped in past her. "Nice little place you got here," he
observed.

"Well, it's pretty small. As soon as Jack finishes the novel, and we
get the rest of the money according to his contract, we're going to
move into something a little larger."

"Don't pick Sea View," Mason said "Too damned much fog."

Adie laughed. "Can I get you something, Bob?"

"No, thanks. Listen, Adie, the reason I dropped over is that I had a
great idea. I was sitting home, staring at the television, and I got to
thinking how you were likely home all alone, too. Well, since our
spouses are both at the cabin in Salmoon Creek, I said to myself, 'Why
shouldn't Adie and I drive down and meet them there? We could all have
dinner together, to sort of celebrate things'." He grinned down at her.
"What do you think of the idea?"

"Well ... I don't know. If Jack's working on his novel ..."

"I don't really think he'd mind. After all, this is the first day up
there; he's going to have many more of them in which to work. I thought
it would be enjoyable for all of us. And it'll give you a chance to
look over the old man's new workshop."

"Well ..." Adie said again. "All right, maybe it would be fun at that.
Shall I change my clothes?"

"Heck, no," Mason answered. He waved a hand to indicate his polo shirt
and sports slacks and canvas shoes. "Ultra-casual, that't the epitome
of sartorial elegance, as far as I'm concerned."

Adie chuckled appreciatively. "Okay, then. But if my husband is angry,
you'll have to shoulder the blame," she teased.

"Deal."

Adie fetched her purse. She debated briefly putting away the vacuum,
and straightened up a little more - and then decided that that could
wait until tomorrow. She would have plenty of time for continued
housewifely chores then.

Gaily, she took Bob Mason's arm. "Shall we go, Sir?"

"By your leave, madam."

They were both laughing as they climbed into Mason's impressive Lincoln
Continental parked in front.

Chapter 4

The drive from Seattle was beautiful and relaxing, and Adie sat next to
Bob Mason with pleasure. She talked continually, usually about nothing
in particular or especially important. Things were finally going well
for her, for Jack, and she felt the need to talk, to release some of
her bubbling enthusiasm. Mason smiled and drove the Continental with
one ear cocked toward the young, beautiful woman.

Occasionally Mason would add something, but only to praise Jack, and
this made Adie all the more glad that she had decided to accompany him.
The miles passed swiftly, and the quiet comfort of the luxury
automobile made the passage of time effortless. Yes, Adie was at the
very height of happiness. Her husband could get the book finished at
last, she would not be worried nearly so much over him, and the two of
them had met just the finest of people, the Masons ...

Shortly after they passed through the Suburbs Mason said: "Reach in the
back, Adie, and open the ice chest, will you?"

Adie turned her body, noticing the bright red styrofoam container
balanced on the rear seat. Mason watched her as she moved, her legs
stretching the elastic of her pants as she brought them up under her,
as she swivelled to lean over the back rest. Her breasts were outlined
against the thin jersey blouse, the material clinging to the bra
underneath so that her protruding hillocks were shadowed and detailed
provocatively. She flattened them against the cushions as she leaned,
and Mason gave out an involuntary groan of desire, for he wanted to
have his palms around those breasts, squeezing and kneading and
pressing them into the same kind of shape. She kneeled on the seat,
exclaiming, "Oh! What did you bring along, Bob?"

"Open it and see, Adie." He brought his vision back to the highway, his
tongue licking dry, hungry lips. "I wasn't sure whether Jack would have
thought to stop for groceries, so there's some steaks in there, along
with some leftover cole slaw and some other things."

Adie laughed and squirmed her tightly-encased buttocks in an
unconscious way. "You're probably right about Jack. I don't think he'd
remember me, once he's there by himself. That book seems to have taken
over everything."

Mason chuckled. "Well, it'll all work out for the best, if the book is
a success. Which I'm sure it will be."

Adie started to turn around again, but Mason stopped her, placing a
hand on her upper thigh. "Grab the thermos in there, will you, Adie?"

She hesitated from the touch of his friendly, almost too friendly -
hand on her leg. Oh, his morals were unquestionable, of course, and she
felt perfectly safe with him in the car ... but still a faint, swiftly
passing mental image of him, a perfect stranger, lewdly grasping and
pawing her, rippled with cold dread through her mind, and she froze,
shivering slightly.

The hand stayed a split second too long, she thought, but before she
could object or move away, or really become aware that the hand was the
menace her intuition warned her it was, Mason placed it back on the
steering wheel.

"And a couple of those plastic cups, too," he added.

It must have been her imagination, Adie thought, returning to comply
with his request. She lifted the lid of the case and on top of the
cubed ice, packed next to the butcher-paper-wrapped steaks, was a
large, ribbed aluminum thermos jug. The cups were handily beside the
thermos, and she took two along with the thermos as she rolled around
to face front again.

"What's this, Bob?"

"Well, it was for tonight, but I've developed a thirst for some reason
...," he paused, smiling at her warmly but honestly.

She unscrewed the thermos cap and poured a small cupful of its
contents. "What is it?"

"Vodka Collins. I made them before I left today." Again the open,
frank, almost boyish grin crossed his features. "See that? I
remembered."

"Remembered?" For a moment Adie didn't understand, and then she
recalled asking him to fetch her a drink at the Danton party. "Oh, you
mean - " She had to smile back. "Yes, it is my favorite drink. In fact,
about the only one I really like."

"Have some, then," he urged.

"I don't know ... it's too early in the day."

"Go ahead. There's plenty."

Adie poured herself a glass and slowly sipped the Collins. As she did,
a vicarious thrill, brought about by the teenage act of drinking in a
car, completely blanked out her fleeting fear of a moment previous.
"Mmmmm. This is good, Bob," she enthused.

"I used to be a bartender years ago," he said proudly.

Well, now, Adie thought as the car sped on towards Salmon Creek. This
is really the last word, drinking in the middle of the afternoon with a
strange man in his fancy Continental. A little twinge of schoolgirl
guilt made her giggle inwardly, and her mind recalled a long-ago drive-
in movie when she was in her freshman year of college, and the six-
packs of beer her date had taken along, and her abandoned actions after
the alcohol had gotten somewhat to her. Another shiver crossed her
mind, and the fuzzy picture of that night returned, as it had many
times. That was the night after she had first seen a man's erect organ,
standing like a sentry, guarding the trouser's open fly - and the first
time she had handled one, though not allowing it to capture her
virginity. But close, so close ...

Well, that was enough of that kind of thinking! She pressed her
buttocks into the cushion, "Here's to Jack," she said.

"Here's to him, all right. I hope he gets everything he deserves, Adie.
Everything."

She took a heavier swallow from her cup, the bittersweet liquid warming
her belly with comfortable fire. She had to watch it - she hadn't had
anything to eat since breakfast. But before she could protest, Mason
had picked up the thermos from the seat and refilled her cup, placing
his empty cup down as he did so. She in turn refilled his.

By the time they reached the Salmon Creek turnoff, Adie was happier
than ever. The liquor had soothed her into a mellow effervescence. As
they approached the redwood cabin, she recognized the Ford in front as
Jack's and hers, and with a squeal, she said: "Are we there, Bob? Oh,
is that the cabin? It's lovely!"

Mason had to laugh at her impassioned words, and was tempted to reach
over and squeeze her leg again; but he remembered her rather negative
reaction to his familiar attempt earlier, and decided against it. He
drove up next to the Ford, and shut off the quiet engine and stepped
out. The sand was noiseless under his feet. He shut his door as quietly
as he could, and Adie latched the passenger door with feminine grace,
making not a sound.

Perfect, he thought, perfect. Now if everything was as planned ...

Adie impulsively locked her arm with his as they walked to the cabin.
"They must be inside," she said. They walked to the front window and
she peered in. "Oh, this is perfect, Bob. It really looks comfortable
inside. But I don't see Jack and Sue."

"Oh, they're around somewhere," Mason answered, his face slightly
frowning as though he was somewhat worried. "The cars are here." Then
he turned and smiled. "Perhaps they took a walk down to the beach."

Suddenly, the sounds of giggling and girlish twittering reached Mason's
and Adie's ears. It seemed to be coming from around to the rear of the
cabin.

"Oh God, Sue, you fuck like Aphrodite personified!"

Adie froze, her mind, so full of happiness, torn asunder by the crude,
lascivious sentence she had heard. Her face contorted with confused
horror, and she turned to Mason. Her breath seemed choked in her throat
like a lump of molten steel. "Wha-what was that?" she managed.

"I don't know. It sounded like a man. Like Jack!" he whispered.

Mason, the picture of indignation and anger, grabbed Adie's tender
hand. "C'mon, let's see what the hell is going on!"

"But Bob, I -"

They were interrupted by the sound of more lewd words, this time from a
woman's lips. Adie couldn't believe it, but the voice sounded exactly
like Sue Mason's!

"Oooohhhhh, yes, oh yes, Jack! I love it, I love it like that! Now kiss
me! Lick my cunt, my flaming cunt before the juices all run out! Ohhhh
...!"

Adie was almost pulled off her feet by the prodding Bob Mason. She
wanted to run, to flee from what her brain told her was an
impossibility - but yet an all too real reality. She felt like the
heroine in a cheap Hollywood horror movie, about to open the iron-clad
vault door and let the monster loose. She tried to stall, to dig her
heels into the ground, but the sand was too soft and Mason's strength
too much. They rounded the corner of the building, the murmurings
growing louder and the moans of passion now becoming distinct.

"You like fucking me, don't you, Jack?"

"Yes, God, I like it. I love it! Your pussy is like some magic perfume
of the Gods, sweet, so sweet!"

"Turn around, lover. I want to taste your cock while you suck me."
There was silence for a moment, and Adie heard the rustling of bodies
upon a sheet or blanket as the man - no longer just a man, but her
Jack, her husband! - turned to do as bid.

Still confused, still unready to accept the fact of her husband's
infidelity so callously at hand, Adie let Mason take her to the rear
wall of the cabin; and there, hidden by the overgrown bushes, she
peered onto the sandy stretch of back yard. She took one, quick glance,
and her whole, wonderful world shattered like crystal glass. She tried
to scream, to yell, to blot out the scene she was witnessing, but the
horror, the outrageous deflation of her soul, was too great. Abjectly,
she turned and buried her now tear-streaked face into the comforting
broadness of Mason's chest.

"Oh, no ... no, no, it can't be! Not my Jack!" she moaned, her sounds
of anguish muffled by Mason's body. "I don't believe it!"

What she had so briefly seen was Jack and Sue Mason locked in the age-
old embrace of mutual oral manipulation. They were lying on a fluffy
beach towel, completely nude, their hands coursing over each other's
hot, sweating bodies, their mouths and tongues buried in each other's
pubic area. They squirmed and writhed as though demon possessed, the
wet, lewd sounds of their mutual sucking resounding through the salty
air.

Bob Mason maintained his shocked, indignant expression as he saw his
wife moaning with abandon while she sucked the large, glistening cock
sawing between her lips, as he saw Jack's wildly bobbing head tear into
the pink, tender flesh of her pussy. Inwardly, he glowed with
satisfaction and sadistic pleasure, and he felt his cock harden in his
pants. He brushed against the sobbing Adie, feeling her lithe, firm
curves mold themselves to his body, and he had a sudden, almost
overwhelming desire to grab her, strip the few wisps of clothes off
between them and join the couple on the large towel. But he knew women
well enough to be certain this was not the proper time. He would have
to wait until the horrified and helpless shock in Adie turned into
anger and revenge. A scorned or wronged woman would do anything against
her errant mate and abandon the morals of a lifetime doing so. He would
bide his time and slowly work her into the temper he needed.

"I don't believe it!" she gasped again.

Mason smiled cynically and folded his arms about her protectively.
"It's true, Adie. I'm afraid it's true."

She shuddered. "They're acting like ... animals!" She tried to blank
out the horrid, disgusting scene, but her mind's eye kept focusing on
the picture of Jack and Sue in their perverted pose. How could he do
such a thing? She remembered the previous night, when he had tried to
push his head down on her own sexual genitals and she had stopped him.
And now he was doing that to another woman ...

Almost hypnotically, Adie turned and saw again the fantastic sight
before her. All she saw or cared about was the horrible lewdness being
performed on the towel, and she gaped in disbelief, her eyes absorbed
by the passionate writhing. Sue was at a fever pitch, her ovalled mouth
straining to almost swallow whole the rigid penis pumping between her
cheeks, and as Adie watched, Sue let the cock bury itself all the way
up to Jack's pubic hair, so that none of the fleshy rod was left to
view. My God! thought Adie, through her horror, Sue must surely choke
with all of him in her throat that way.

Adie sucked in her breath as her husband took his hands and spread
Sue's fleshy inner thighs yet farther apart, his thumbs grazing her
vagina as he splayed the woman wide. Her moist, blood-engorged slit was
in full view, the throbbing surface matted with his saliva. Then Jack
dropped his head again, and Sue's writhing cunt was once more lost from
sight. She moaned deep in her throat and locked her legs around Jack's
head, her hips moving with the rhythm of his burrowing tongue.

Involuntarily, subconsciously, Adie found herself beginning to yaw with
Sue's undulations as Jack continued to lick the woman's crotch. "I
can't stand it!" she gasped, steeling herself to cease the sympathetic
movements of her body. "Stop them, please! We have to go out there and
stop them!"

"No," he said.

"But you can't ... that's your wife, and ... we must stop them!" Her
words were a jumble of incoherency, almost idiot's babbling. Mason knew
that she was almost ready to crack, and that it was time to take her
away. Her mind was filled with wretchedness, and to make her view more
might jeopardize his plan. The last thing he wanted to do was make a
scene now. Later, but not now. He turned her head away from the couple
and looked deeply, concernedly into her glazed eyes.

"No, honey. Let them be. I'm as hurt and angry as you, but to stop them
now would only make matters worse. We saw them, and we'll confront
them, but later when everybody has calmed down. Let's be level-headed
about this."

"Then let's leave. Now. Take me home, Bob, please!"

Nodding agreement, Mason led her away from the bushes and back toward
the car. "That's probably the wisest thing to do at the moment. We'll
talk this over on the way back, like full grown adults."

Adie managed to stem her tears, and taking a deep breath to help gain
control, she let Mason hand her into the Lincoln. He poured another cup
of the Vodka Collins, saying: "Here, Adie. Drink this. It'll help."

She did willingly, downed it in a single swallow. He poured again and
she sipped this time, steeling herself. Thank God for the few drinks on
the way here, she thought as Mason backed the Lincoln and turned
around. If I hadn't had them, I would have completely gone to pieces, I
know I would ...

They didn't talk for a while, and Adie's head swam with the damning
sight she had just witnessed. She had never seen Jack so lust provoked,
so wicked. His hardened penis had never seemed so huge, certainly it
hadn't been in all their married life, she was sure of that. And then
there was Sue, with her legs flaying obscenely around his head, sucking
...

*   *   *

Jack's cock, thought Sue as she sucked it joyously, was almost as large
and gifted as her husband's. Yes, Bob had been right: the Rolfe's had
been an excellent choice, and his idea of her seducing Jack first was
marvelous! All the more time to enjoy the strange and exciting thrill
of a new prick, and the wonderment of new wrinkles to the same tricks.
She felt the extra tingle of sexual passion at knowing they might at
this very moment be seen, spied upon in the act of love by her husband
and Adie Rolfe, and that sent new shivers of pleasure through her lust-
perverted senses. She loved that, she adored to have her body displayed
and paraded in front of voyeurs, and if she could have, she would have
loved to be gang fucked on stage in front of an audience. How lucky she
had been to find such an understanding and cooperative husband as Bob
Mason, and she returned to her task with renewed gusto, her mind filled
with the credo of Jack's magnificent prick.

She tasted his masculine piquancy, the tang of his pungent genitals,
smeared as they were with her own lubricating juices, sending wild
tremors of delight coursing through her, and she ravished her warm, wet
tongue upon it. She brushed and grazed along its base and wide
underside to its coroneal ridge, sticky and protruding from the thick
foreskin, and then washed and played with it with caressing, lapping
strokes. The crown of her head rested on his inner leg as she managed
to slit the tiny hole in his smooth, bloated glans with the tip of her
tongue. And then she returned to its base and the hair-covered sac of
his testicles, the wiry hairs tickling her chin and cheeks and lips as
her saliva dribbled freely down his testicles to be soaked up by the
towel. She removed his cock for a moment, the cool rush of afternoon
air making Jack moan with tingling pleasure, and she took hold of it
with one hand and stroked it hard up and down, up and down, as she
coated his balls with sweeps of her hungry mouth, her lips bending to
catch as much of his fragrant flesh as possible. Jack groaned again and
raised his leg, making Sue move over him more fully, and then she
squatted over him, her legs on either side of him, her own widespread
cunt mashed to his face, while she trailed her tongue along his skin.
She continued to manipulate him, to squeeze and jerk his penis with her
tempestuous hand, the beat making him squirm and lift his legs and
expose his hair encircled brown anus.

Sue continued to lick along the cord-like ridge between his widespread
buttocks, circling tauntingly around his puckered brown asshole,
painting his inner thighs with the saliva of love, then stiffening her
tongue and ramming it into the crinkled sphincter of his rectum. All
the while her own pubic area was burning with the fire-like lashes of
his tongue and flaming sweep of his mouth upon her clitoris and cunt.
She was wild with frenzy, the sensations churning her belly and loins
with erotic fermentations, driving her with breakneck speed to a
crashing climax. God! She had to cum with his giant cock in her mouth,
with her cheeks bloating to the sudden engorgement of his semen, to
suck him dry to the balls! Quickly she trailed her tongue back over his
sperm-churning scrotum, and along his heavy, sheening, purplish shaft
at its pulsating head, and then she slipped her lips down over it again
...

Jack grovelled in her cunt, her spasmodic rhythm in finely honed tune
to his thrusting tongue. The abandonment, the complete capitulation to
this vamp overwhelmed him, still blotted out any thoughts except the
delicious debauchery of which he was a willing partner. It had been
like a scene from some stag movie, or a seminal-emitting wet dream, to
lazily rise from a still-moist bed and move to the out-of-doors. Bob
Mason's wife had shown neither remorse nor the slightest hesitation,
unlike the still modest wife of his, as she strutted around the cabin
naked, her breasts jiggling proudly, her thighs and matted pubic hair
enticing him. The fleeting idea of covering himself seemed like a
theory of the Dark Ages, and he, too, found a strange, magical
excitement at parading in front of her, his semi-hard, still blood-
engorged cock dangling and swaying between the lumps of his spent
balls.

The stretching out under the warm sun ...

The free and easy play of hands upon each other in broad daylight,
entirely in the open ...

These had all been new to Jack, and tremendously arousing. She had made
him fully hard again, and then climbed over him, taking his rod with
her hand to lead it into her dilated, gaping crystal channel. She had
fucked him, leaning over him in such a way to enable him to suck the
rubbery hard nipples of her breasts. Wild ... absolutely, mind
blowingly wild! And then, just as he was about to shoot yet another
stream of sticky cum into her, she had asked him to kiss her cunt - and
he had acquiesced. He was kissing her cunt now, while she in turn
licked and teased his throbbing penis. How long had he wanted to feel
the soft down of a woman's pubic area and smell the tangy musk of a
desire-ridden pussy as it opened to his mouth, and here, now, with this
vibrant, sensual female, he was doing just that. If only Adie, his own
wife, wanted his kisses, his tongue, his cock in her mouth ... Oh God!
He could feel his swollen member flow along the inner roof of the
strange mouth, and a moan began to build deep, deep within his chest.

He breathed hard and blew into her, the cheeks of her ass clenching,
then relaxing in front of his excited face. He pried her spread loins
wider, pushing his mouth hard against the wetness of her vaginal slit,
and she squirmed. He drew her over him, so that her palpitating, soft-
rimmed pussy was sunk deep upon his nose and lips, and holding her
tight around the buttocks, so that she couldn't slip away, he thrust
his thick, wet tongue forward between the warm fleshy folds. He heard
her gasp excitedly and renew her nibbling with frenzied motion. She
jerked forward with his hot teasing contact, quickly screwing herself
down upon him harder. Her vaginal passage contracted, opening and
closing around his tongue like a tight rubber band, until he had a
difficult time breathing. His breath exploded into her with tiny,
mewling grunts, that muffled themselves into oblivion, and then he
spread her still wider with his palms and began to curl and flick his
tongue at the expanse of her pearl-white ba