Chapter 1
Viola and Clifford Mathis stood by the living room window of their home in the Chicago suburb of Schaumburg and gazed out at the newly weds moving in next door.
"How can you tell that they're newlyweds?" asked Cliff.
"I can tell," said Viola without further explanation. Indeed she could. There was a fresh, unspoiled quality about the buxom young blonde girl as she moved and talked, her golden pony tail swinging in the fresh spring sunlight. The moving van had parked in the street and three husky men were moving furniture into the house. From time to time, when the blonde girl's handsome, dark young husband was not around, Viola could tell they were making remarks about the young wife. Then they would be casting glances at her and at each other, and smiling at their secret comments.
As she considered this, the newlywed husband returned to view, and she found herself intrigued. He was darkly handsome, tall, with very broad shoulders, and a cock-of-the-walk sort of stroll that told the world that he thought he was hot stuff. No, that he knew he was hot stuff.
Viola wondered if he was. She felt a mild tingling up between her thighs as she considered the young man, and looked over at Clifford to see if he had noticed anything, but as usual he was completely oblivious.
She went over to an end table and picked up a cigarette, lit it with the table lighter, and blew smoke out quickly through her nostrils. She was starting to feel nervous again. Tonight she would probably have to go out and find some satisfaction again. She had hoped against hope that she would be able to control her raging desires, but it was no use. Now the sight of this handsome young husband next door had set her to tingling again. She had to find some sort of satisfaction, and she despised masturbation. She needed a man, preferably someone hairy and gross, who would dominate her, and make her forget that she was a good suburban housewife.
She went back to the window and stood next to her husband. The young wife was a sexy little thing, all curvaceous and over-bosomy. Her blonde ponytail added a quality of innocence and purity that few men would have found easy to resist, Viola thought. Certainly the furniture movers were devouring the girl over and over again.
Until finally the furniture van was empty and the men stood around lighting cigarettes while the young husband came out and passed a few dollars around. Then the huskies returned to the truck and revved it up, while their new neighbor returned to his new house and his new wife.
For a long time afterward Viola merely lay in bed naked, squeezing her full, firmly set breasts with her hands and occasionally teasing the moist, warm opening between her legs with her fingers. Clifford had gone out back to water the lawn. He was continually complaining about how dry it was in Chicago's western suburbs, and of the dreadful winds like a North African sirocco that came whipping across the western plains, so that it was pleasantly cool in Schaumburg even on the hottest days.
She slipped her fingers from between the soft, hair-fringed lips of her vagina and thought about the young man next door. What might he be doing to his beautiful, sexy young wife right now, as they excitedly settled into their new home? Probably a lot more than she and Cliff ever did these days, she thought.
It was really dreadful the way they had gravitated into the trap of middle-age inertia. Nowadays they seemed to make love so rarely, and yet Viola had found that her sexual interest had escalated with age. But Cliff seemed to take her so much for granted. There was no longer any spark of excitement between them. What would it take to get them going again?
That is, if they ever could get going again.
Viola sighed and rolled over onto her belly. She was a curvaceous woman in her own right voluptuous in all proportions, and long-legged in addition. Her long thick black hair, bearing violet highlights, wafted all the way down her back to her tiny waist. As she lay on her front side she could look over to the slanted leg-mirror by the closet and catch the reflection of her firmly up-thrusted breasts being pressed flat and oozing out in shapely unrest from the sides of her chest.
How many men had yearned to grip those breasts, she thought. She couldn't count all the ardent young swains she had had to fight off when Clifford and she were courting. Of course, she had been extraordinarily developed for her age. In fact, ever since she was fourteen she had caught men looking at her side wise. At that age she had been as developed as she was now, so it had seemed all the more striking and voluptuous for one so young to possess such majestic breasts, long legs and well-rounded hips. From that time on she had had no peace.
Not that she hadn't delighted in her charms. It was a special, secret satisfaction young girls shared when they caught old men looking at them that way. There was the eternal conflict between what the law required and what society tacitly regarded as reasonable and what actually existed in fact. That was to say, it was not considered "normal" for older men to notice little pubescent girls and yet in actual fact they did. And in the ground between little girls herself, included delighted in teasing them. All with the onus of criminality always on the men, which made it perfectly safe as an amusement for a young girl to tease men.
Of course, she had been "built" so dramatically that very little luring was necessary. Men always noticed her everywhere she went.
She couldn't remember all the men that had brushed against her in doorways and on buses and tried to secretly feel her breasts. For as far back as she could remember...
Then in high school she had met Cliff, star quarterback of Niles Township football team. He had been three years older than she, and how she had idolized him. Going to see all his games, and just kind of hanging around, until finally he had noticed her.
How thrilled she had been when he had finally asked her for a date! Clifford Mathis, star quarterback, all-metropolitan football star, tall and broad of shoulder. He had been one of the prize catches of Niles or any other campus. Not only was he handsome and a magnificent athlete, but also wealthy. Cliffs grandparents had left him a trust fund of half a million dollars although she hadn't learned of this until long after they had become engaged. By then she was so head-over-heels in love with him that it no longer mattered.
Not that this ever caused her to lose her head, of course. In her day it was still common for a girl to retain her virginity until marriage. Therefore she had struggled against their mutual desires to the best of her rapidly disintegrating ability. On more than one occasion they had come very close to going all the way.
Not that she had been over-prudish where petting was concerned. On the contrary, she had often let him unhook her brassiere and fondle her vulnerably exposed breasts with his hot, strong hands. Once after a prom they had parked at Wilmette Beach and he had caressed and squeezed her breasts so that her nipples had come up hard and high and she had found herself panting for breath. And then he had sucked one of her exploding nipples deeply into his hot wet mouth ... sucking on it, licking it until she thought she would go mad with desire. So that she scarcely noticed it when his hand had disappeared under her skirt and begun softly smoothing the trembling flesh of her creamy inner thighs...
"Cliff, you mustn't!" she had gasped just in time, gripping his ears weakly with her fingers.
This had not been enough. His hands had kept on caressing and fondling and pulling at her weakening flesh, roving all over her sensuously quivering body as if they were gentling a hot-blooded mare. His hands caressed her flat young belly, and then moved down to the nylon-concealed mound up between her shivering young legs. His fingers moved there slowly ... then his middle finger traveled under the elastic waistband of her soft nylon panties and finally down into the moist virginal slit between her legs...
"Oh no ... oh no ... God ... Cliff ... don't ... oh that's beautiful ... heavenly ... beautiful..." she breathed ecstatically as his finger plunged into the hot wet warmth of her undulating pussy.
Despite her earnest protest, her hips didn't seem to be listening, and they made a liar out of her, moving back and forth in rhythm with his probing, tickling fingers so that the most maddening sensations assaulted her wildly tormented loins.
Nor did Cliff pay any attention to her, either. In another moment there was the rasp of his zipper sliding down and then suddenly a blunt fleshy object was laid against the top of her quivering thigh. His penis! There was a sharp whooshing intake of her breath as she realized what it was. She had never before felt a man's organ before, and the muscles of her body contracted involuntarily at the feel of it. Almost by instinct, her hand crept over their legs toward that strange and powerful, dominating object. . .
Meanwhile his fingers were still probing gently into her hot wet vagina. Waves of pleasure seemed to be echoing from the soft, curl-rimmed lips on upward into her loins, belly and breasts. Resistance evaporated. She could not oppose these undulating waves of joy that raced through her, and Cliff took this to mean that she had given in. He gripped her hand tightly and forced it to close around his throbbing penis. Her cool, slender fingers closed around him and his answering groan of pleasure made her blood race.
She had never expected his cock to be so enormous. Her longish fingers could scarcely go around it. Still, she clenched it as best she could. Then, instinctively, she began gently massaging the foreskin up and down the excitedly pulsating shaft. Her eyes widened as she watched the thick blue veins bulging up and down its entire length. This was nothing at all like reading about male sex organs in a stuffy biology textbook. This was exciting and mind-rending, and it made one's heart race madly. She would never have believed that anything could excite her so, but combining it with the incessant teasing of his fingers within her swiftly moistening cuntal portals, she felt as if her entire soul was being dredged, demolished, and then pumped up again with the furious fires of lust.
Now he was stretching the small ring of her still intact hymen and she was suddenly afraid he might break it and make all her previous protection of her virginity purely academic. The thrills he was giving her were racing too madly through her for her to resist adequately. With a small, sweet sigh of surrender she suddenly relaxed her tensed and trembling thighs and his fingers took advantage, plunging all the more deeply and working all around her panting vaginal lips. She simultaneously increased the speed with which she was pulling the loose flesh on his penis and heard his answering groan of desire mingled with ecstasy. Now it seemed not as if her hand was stroking a flesh-covered penis, but rather a hard and all controlling instrument of submission.
Suddenly he tried to roll over on top of her at the last minute her few remaining shreds of sanity were adequate to pull her thighs together again, trapping his rock-hard cock uselessly between them. Cliff had struggled wildly then to force open her legs and get the tip of his organ into the opening of her wet, throbbing vagina. But she had forced herself to resist him even though she had wanted as much as he had. She used all of her remaining strength to protect her purity, while inadvertently the massaging grip of her fingers tightened around his fiercely straining penis. Then, just as he had forced the swollen head of his staff under the tight elastic leg band of her panties, and was aiming it towards her warm, wet opening, the heavily pulsating tip poised between the widespread oval of her cuntal lips, she suddenly felt it begin to jerk out of control. And then he was gasping and there was a hot, thick stream of liquid squirting all over her pubic hair and thoroughly drenching it with hot sticky semen. It splayed over the insides of her thighs and dripped wetly between her trembling legs, finally moistening the car seat down between her buttocks.
Then Cliff had emitted an orgasmic groan and collapsed over her shivering body. He mumbled abject apologies into her ear for his failure to put it into her, apparently unaware that she had resisted him. She had stroked the back of his neck tenderly and thought how she had never loved him more, and wished desperately, desperately, that they were already married.
Thus she had consoled him with whispers of love and affection while he continued gasping for several lengthy minutes.
And that had been their closest call before marriage. Afterward she scolded him and made him promise never to try to put it in her again before they were married. And Cliff had hung his head and promised to respect her.
But look at them now. Maybe he had respected her altogether too much, or maybe her personality had become too dominant or something. At any rate, the fire that burned so brightly then had evaporated swiftly into the air within a few years after marriage.
They had married after Cliff graduated from Northwestern. After that they went to live in San Antonio, where he took his flight training at Kelly Air Force Base. Those early years had been truly magnificent sexually, and she could remember keenly the ardent anticipation she had felt each time Cliff had had an erection which in those days had been often. Perhaps it had been the very newness of the sexual experience that had served to leave her disinterested in any considerations of nuances or sexual technique. Clifford's penis had been an object sufficiently dominant in itself to blot out any extraneous requirements. In those early years she had never suffered from paucity of orgasms. While Cliff was in training, she never felt any sexual lack in any way although, of course, the range of her experience was limited. Cliff was not very imaginative in the love department. His equipment was his big attraction.
But she was happy. Even while there were rumors about the misbehavior of other couples on the base, she and Cliff had been so obviously devoted that none of the talk had ever touched them.
And then Cliff had failed to graduate. Shuffled back to an ordinary desk job at Kelly, he had quickly stultified and become morose. And then after he was able to muster out, shortly afterward, they had returned to Chicago so that he could take a job in the marketing department of his father's firm.
Somehow, since then, things had fallen apart and never been quite the same again.
Cliff showed up at the door, looking at her. How long had she been lying there, daydreaming like this? She didn't bother to cover her nakedness.
She smiled and ran her slim, rapier-nailed fingers down her belly to her navel. "You're not going to accuse me of indecency, are you?"
He made a face and jerked his thumb toward the back of the house. "Our new neighbors are already taking the sun. Don't you want to meet them?"
Viola sat up in bed. That was a prospect that definitely was interesting. She shook her body slightly in front of him, but he only looked uncomfortable and looked away. "I suppose so. What are they wearing?"
"What do you mean, 'what are they wearing'? Summer clothes, of course. Christ, it's in the eighties this afternoon."
"I'll be right out."
When he was gone she stepped to the closet and selected that new purple bathing suit that showed off her long, thick black hair to such startling advantage. That girl down the street whose husband was a university professor had made it for her for only eight dollars, after fussing endlessly to get the cup size just right. Viola had such Junoesque proportions it was very rare that she could get a bathing suit to fit her properly. She had almost felt guilty for paying the girl so little for it, after all that work. But then on the other hand that was all the more she retained for her own spending money. Good bathing suits cost thirty-five dollars these days.
So she put on the new suit and strutted around in front of the mirror. Not bad. The bust was built up with stays so that her breasts were lifted up like a couple of gourds into almost inhuman proportions. But oh, so eye-catching. She fluffed out her hair and went out to the pool.
Cliff was right, they were out on the patio. The young man was leaving just as Viola appeared at the pool. But apparently they had changed to bathing suits as well.
"Hi," said the blonde girl.
"Hi." Viola hesitated as to whether or not she should invite them to use their pool One never knew, where personalities were concerned, whether people would mesh or not, and it was much easier to invite than to disinvite where next door neighbors were concerned. A certain aloofness never hurt anything, especially when feeling out new people.
But she was anxious to see that young man again. The brief glimpse she'd had of him had been most enticing. Long, muscular swimmer's legs and shoulders to match. A real man in a bathing suit. Nothing to be hidden under business clothes. But he wasn't coming right out again, so she shrugged to herself and dove right into the pool, swimming around just a little bit, doing a couple of lengths. Viola was a tall woman, and she never felt quite at ease in anything other than an Olympic-size pool.
When she came up again, Cliff was chatting amiably with the blonde, and the girl's husband had just re-appeared with a couple of drinks in his hand. Viola lifted herself onto the cement and wrung out her hair. Her eyes darted to the pouch in the young man's bathing suit, quite involuntarily. It was hard to say what she thought she saw there. In any case, she had learned over the years that the size and weight of a man's equipment was not quite so important as certain other factors knowing how to use them, for one. Cliff had a penis which, when hard, she could hardly get her hand around and she had a long hand yet he hadn't satisfied her in ages. Occasionally he only hurt her, or worse, bored her.
She stood up and walked over to the beach chair next to Clifford, not paying much attention to what anybody was saying. Her eyes were devouring this handsome young husband. Something inadvertently clutched in her throat for a moment she considered how pleasant it would be to have a genuine love relationship with somebody like this instead of having to rely on the inevitably unsatisfying pickups she made in bars...
"Oh, this is my wife, Mrs. Mathis," Cliff was saying.
"How do you do."
"Hello."
"Hello."
Viola sat down in the lounge chair and lay back, her eyes still resting languidly on the handsome face of their new neighbor.
"I was just telling Mr. and Mrs. Parker, Viola, about how windy it gets here, so we never really have a hot summer like the rest of the Chicago area."
Viola shivered and laughed. "Brrr, you can say that again." Cliff threw a heavy towel around her shoulders.
The Parkers laughed too. The young man had a large, toothy smile, and Viola felt a shiver of excitement as she considered it. Her eyes diluted until they were half shut and she considered what it might feel like to have those large white teeth nipping at the tips of her breasts. She shivered, half with cold and half with some unspeakable thrill.
But would there be a thrill? In actual fact, all of her nocturnal excursions picking up men for the sake of a trifling amount of sex invariably proved to be humiliatingly unsatisfactory. Usually she was left worse off and more urgent than before. Cold showers and other distractions seemed to be the only way of soothing her nervousness in any permanent way.
Then why did she persist with her terrible seemingly compulsive misbehaviors? She didn't know for sure. Perhaps it was just that even with something less than fulfillment, she simply had to have from time to time a male sexual member sunk deeply between her quivering legs, clutched by her warm, wet vaginal walls in the undulating kiss of life, and a male body against hers. She had long ago steeled herself to feelings of shame. Her craving was too bottomless and unfulfilled for her to tamper with it in any way.
The conversation between the two couples was pursued aimlessly without special plan.
They exchanged first names and other odds and ends.
"I'm Randy, and this is Sally," said the young man, tossing back a moist curling forelock of jet black hair. His young wife smiled and extended her hand between the slats of the thin wood fence separating their yards. Viola joined her in a little laugh, saying:
"I hope you'll like it in Schaumburg as much as we do."
"You can call me Cliff," said Cliff, shaking hands with the young man.
"Oh, I'm sure we'll like it here," said Randy. "We know Schaumburg pretty well already-I've done a lot of building around here."
"Randy's put up a lot of these houses," said Sally proudly, shaking her long blonde pony tail around, Viola wondered idly how much affect this young girl's breathtakingly voluptuous body was having upon Cliff; it was very hard to tell. The girl was wearing a bright yellow one-piece bathing suit, and her enormous round breasts fairly overflowed the top of it. She was not stubby by any means, although she was not tall. Rather she was perfectly formed and proportioned from every aspect. Her legs, though not long as Viola's, were shapely in all the right places. Her hips were nicely rounded, her waist very tiny. Viola wondered idly if she was a real blonde. "He's a builder," Sally finished.
Randy blushed. "Yes, I guess I know Schaumburg pretty well. I put up almost all the houses in Caudle Street."
"Not the swimming pools, too, I hope," laughed Cliff. "We're hearing a lot of complaints from over there."
Randy shook his head. "No, that's that fly-by-night outfit that came through here last summer promising such bargains. That's one thing you can never get a bargain in, a swimming pool. If the concrete isn't poured right, you can just forget it. So you only get what you pay for. But we don't do any pools, just houses. We even farm out the landscaping."
A cold, gusty wind came up from the west and both girls shivered. "That's enough for me," said Sally cheerfully, getting up out of her chair. 'Time for a little warmth."
"Me too," said Viola, wrapping the towel tightly around her. "See you later."
And the two men nodded at them and continued talking over their drinks as Viola and Sally went inside.