Chapter 1

The June dawn was already hot and stuffy. I w, tossing in bed trying to find a cool spot. The air conditioner was letting me down. Rolling from right to left, I made an effort to get comfortable but was unsuccessful. I turned to my right. Somehow I breathed easier that way. Dimly, I heard the buzzing of the alarm.

"Rise and shine, Wade," my wife was calling from the head of the stairs.

"Now you know why I sleep alone!" I retorted.

"Sure, you do. But you still screwed me twice last night. Twice, Mister Excell, and at your age yet."

"Well, madam, thirty-eight isn't exactly over the hill, especially with my wife, one of the best I've ever had."

Nell laughed. "And just how many have you had?"

"No prying, madam."

"You don't like company."

"I do, and I get plenty of it at the confounded office," I growled.

"And get paid for it." Her voice rose. "You're a lone wolf, Wade. You hate everybody."

"Not quite, only the ones I know, and some of them are wolves, too."

"Like your Oklahoma ancestors, howling over the prairies."

I watched my wife dash across the hall to the bathroom. I called out, "My ancestors lived in quiet sod houses, burned dried buffalo chips, and didn't have to listen to clacking keys and jangling bells all day."

Her voice came muffled but merry, "Your poor ancestors! No bathroom, no place for the gals to take a douche. They had to run out in zero weather to the phone booth, listening to both the wind and the wolves howling. They drew brackish water from pitcher pumps and—"

"Okay, Nell, I'm up. Please heat the skillet." "You get fruit and cereal this morning." "Wolves are meat eaters," I grumbled. "How about some nice hot sausage? Make me horny." "Hah! That you don't need." I yawned, stretched, got to my feet and looked at myself in the wall mirror. My belly showed signs of too many calories. If my whacker hadn't been eight inches long I couldn't have seen it without a periscope. I wasn't distinguished-looking, but I'd been told the women liked my appearance. My brown hair curled nicely, but showed a bit of gray at the temples.

My wife was saying, "Lissa was late getting home last night. Vic Miles."

"That guy!" I growled, getting into my shorts. "Oh, he's not so bad, Wade. About like all mod youngsters."

"Mod, my foot! You don't know much about men, Nell."

"And don't want to. Why should I?" "It might help."

"I know enough, you jackass, with you my only teacher."

"Nell," I said, buttoning my shirt. "We've got to stop Lissa and Vic. I don't trust him. He—"

"You won't make her do anything, Wade. You the guy who doesn't like folks."

"I didn't say that, you did. But that young punk is out, even if he is the big boss' son. First thing you know Lissa will show up with—"

"There you go!" Nell thrust her hands on her hips. "Kids aren't dumb nowadays. They know more about sex than their parents."

"Speak for yourself."

"Don't worry about Lissa, Wade. She'll do all right. Besides," Nell gave me a long straight look, "who are we to be trying to stop her? We're a pair of hypocrites, Wade. We screw each other like minks, and if we think Lissa is getting a little on the QT, we try to stop her."

Playfully, I blocked her as she tried to pass me. She was wearing a blue robe and smelled of cologne and hand lotion. I grabbed her and kissed her. "Nice toothpaste you're using, Mamma, and you smell sexy from ass to appetite."

She was wearing a hair net, but underneath lay a stack of rich, brown hair, fresh from the clever hands of a Sylvandale beautician. Beneath the mop smoldered a pair of gray eyes that could change from humor to passion in seconds. Her breasts! They came to perfect points, flattering a female movie star at her zenith. Such breasts were not to be concealed. Mother Nature was lavish with lumps, making sweaters worthwhile, even on a mature woman. No road builders ever engineered more curves and detours than Nell Excell failed to conceal.

My pulse raced. I wanted some more of her.

"Wade? What are you—!" she exclaimed, playfully trying to free herself from my abrupt embrace. "What do you think I am? Surely, after last night, you're not panting again, and—"

"I am, Mamma, and so are you," I said, picking her up and carrying her into the bedroom. Smiling and pouting, she squirmed out of her wrap, and in seconds we were nude, lying side by side. We started chuckling at each other, but not for long. I drew the blinds and turned on the ruby night light.

Nell was a rather large woman, with heavy breasts and ample hips. The mat of curly fuzz, jealously concealing her pussy, was brown like her hair. There was no blemish on her plump thighs, no hair, no unsightly veins, nothing but alluring sweet female.

"Wade, honey," she murmured, snuggling closer, "I have to admit I'll never get enough of that big thing of yours. Your daddy must have had a transfusion from a jackass. But this is the third time ... So soon . . . Can you . . . ?"

"Of course I can, stupid. Just run your hand down between your you-know-where and feel the old monster weaving his head."

She did, and an ecstatic thrill raced all the way from my balls to my overhanging brow. Then Nell spread her legs and lifted her knees. My whacker jerked erect, hard and stiff, almost before I could flop in between those alluring thighs. I spidered them a bit and seized one of her large, ruby red nipples between my teeth.

"Wade, Wade!" she gasped. "That's wonderful! Bite it, honey! Bite it hard! Urn!"

I obeyed her, then she reached up and kissed my lips lingeringly, darting her sweet tongue between mine and spanking hard. She was hot as a firecracker, but she had nothing on me. I wondered if our sex craze for each other would ever cool. Now she was drawing on my tongue and whimpering. Then she drew back and caught my lower lip between her perfect white teeth and clamped down. I winced, tasted the salt of blood, but a chilly thrill flashed through my balls and up my spine. The head of my old monster was rubbing against Nell's soft, warm belly, and she began to moan and twist beneath me. She reached for my u>ck, found it, tickled it under the head and spidered my balls. I pushed her hand away, drew back.

"Wait, Mamma, wait," I said. "I want you to be ready, really aching for it, before—"

"Wade, Wade, I am ready! Don't tease me!" She shuddered and pressed hard against me. I took my whacker in my own hand and placed it against her clit, rubbing it gently. She thrashed about, moaning and panting, then kissed me furiously.

"Wade, honey," she begged. "Now! Now, give it to me, all of it!"

So I did, all eight inches of hard, stiff cock in one savage thrust.

She yelped, and I should have kicked myself, but she'd asked for it, hadn't she? And you know how it is: a stiff prick has no conscience.

I started to pull back, but she clutched my ass in a viselike grip and jerked me tightly against her. Just then, I wished a tree would fall on my buttocks. Nell's pelvis began a steady motion of its own, growing so wild I had to grasp her back and slow her down a bit. Nuts! I didn't want to explode in a few seconds. I wanted this screw to last awhile, even if I hadn't had breakfast. But I was helpless.

I clutched Nell's hips, and we began a wild up-and-down motion together until we were boiling with passion. She held me so tightly I could hardly breathe. Then something fluttered and moved in my balls, and a breathtaking thrill flashed up my spine.

Nell sensed it. "Screw me, honey! Do it hard, fast! I can feel you!"

Well, it was beautiful for us both, but that weary old word doesn't get it. I'm trying to think of one that will. Anyway, we got our cookies together and eased through the golden gates after we'd climbed the magic mountain of sex. We lay there gasping and shivering, then finally relaxed and caught our breath. We were damp with perspiration. After a bit I pulled out my exhausted old monster, and we both lay quiet, disregarding the come.

The breakfast cereal was topped with peaches and sweetened with honey, just like my Nell's pussy. When I pulled my chair to the table, I faced the kitchen clock. I had to be at the office by eight-thirty. Sipping my coffee, I frowned at Nell.

"Emasculated coffee!" I growled.

"Have to slow you down some way," she kidded.

"My ancestors didn't drink coffee like this. They ground it good and strong."

"Their nerves didn't have raw ends like yours," Nell countered.

"Lissa up yet?" I said.

"She didn't get in till after three."

"That'll never do. She'll ruin her health. I'll have to talk to her tonight."

"Will you, lover? I'm not holding my breath. You're such a nice guy. So everybody says."

"I'm flattered," I said, but thought if only they knew the truth about me.

Nell's words echoed in my memory. Wade Excell a nice guy? Hah! Not any more. He's not what he was in the little Midwestern town where he was reared; and back at the state university, where he did menial chores to help pay his tuition; and even in this Southern city where he met and married the beautiful sexy girl, now the mother of an equally gorgeous sexy daughter. In his youth, he'd grazed in many soft, alluring meadows.

Now I wondered if my daughter, my beloved Lissa, would be as passionate as her father. She couldn't get away with this sex game, I felt sure. In time she'd end up on the rack, broken, a tramp! And these boys she was dating, especially Vic. Vic went around with tight pants that highlighted his privates, one hand in his pocket to make sure his pistol was cocked and ready. He was always licking his lips and conjuring up erotic images. Like the hypocrite I was, I hated Vic, hated all the young punks who were copies of what I had been.

"Wade! You'll be late," Nell called from the door.

"On my way, Mamma."

The motor caught with a roar. Rear wheels kicked gravel as they bucked the driveway. I slowed at the entrance to wave good-bye to Nell. I gazed at my house. It was sturdy, a two-story with rock veneer walls formed of natural stone and roof shingled with cedar that would outlast me. A creeping vine of ivy clung to the north wall, its persistent roots seeking out the crevices. What a home for spatsies and hornets. To my left I saw the sun, a red ball, its rays lighting a path through the blue haze hovering above the oaks. The fragrance of early morning pleased my nostrils.

There scooted Ratso, the family tomcat. "Poor old pussy chaser!" I muttered. "One eye gouged out, forelegs mauled and chewed, ears clawed and cut, survivor of hundreds of fights. What a price to pay for his nooky, just to have the female fight him after he jerks his whacker out!"

"Wade! You will be late," Nell hollered again.

I jerked up my hand, cut the car onto Sylvan Road, one of many in this modern suburb. Moments later, the car was swallowed in the flow of machines heading downtown. I drove mechanically, while my mind peeled off the years and revived an evening that often returned to thrill me . . .

It was a secluded spot. Peacha snuggled close to me in the front seat of the car. The moon, full and white, smiled down, and a warm breeze caressed our hot faces. "Peacha" really was her name. And it suited her admirably, for she was in truth a peach, with her dark brown hair and her full lips so soft and kissable. Her eyes slanted a bit but she was not Oriental.

"Just think, Wade," she murmured, "we'll soon be married."

"I know, honey."

She hesitated, then kissed me long and lingeringly. "Couldn't we set the date now, Wade?"

I drew back. "Not just yet. I'm expecting a transfer most any day, and that would put a crimp in things."

"But we could marry and I could go with you. Then," she hugged me, "you wouldn't have to make a trip back after me."

I watched her twist the engagement ring, feeling a knot form in my stomach. Was she going to be persistent?

"We mustn't rush things, Peacha," I said, soberly.

My jock was already throbbing. I helped her remove her bra. Her titties were full and well-formed, and in the bright moonlight, they looked like works of art. The nipples were already stiff, making me think of sweet, ripe cherries begging to be plucked. Her waist was dainty, her hips nicely rounded and firm and her thighs gorgeous. They tapered down to dazzling dimpled knees.

"Oh, Wade," she whispered, "love me, honey. Love me till I scream."

Well, I didn't want her yelling out here in the midst of things, so I grabbed her and held her close. What a jolt! This little gal really had it. I felt her warm body against mine after we'd skinned off most of our clothes. The night was warm, balmy. My balls twisted and my old monster jerked almost out of control. Peacha was wearing an alluring perfume that made me think of flowers, weaving in a summer breeze. She reached up, melted her lips into mine, then spun my tongue with hers. It was sweet and thrilling. She hugged me enticingly and pushed her seeking pelvis against mine. Brother, was she asking for it. But so was I.

I got down on my knees and started kissing her delectable thighs. In the moonlight her legs looked white as marble, entirely seductive, not a single ugly hair in sight. Working upward, I caught the musky odor of her enticing pussy. It had the fragrance of the truly feminine person. Reaching her crotch, I rooted into the thatch of curly brown fuzz that seemed jealously trying to conceal her pussy. I stabbed it a time or two with my tongue, then spanked her enlarged clit.

Her soft fingers moved down, touched my whacker, then fondled my balls. Her firm titties were pushing against my chest, the stiffened nipples touching the hair. Then she moved her dainty fingers up and grasped the head of my old monster. This sent shock waves flashing through me from ass to appetite.

"Do me, Wade, do me!" she begged. "I'll scream if you don't! I love it . . . love it . . . love . . ."

I still didn't want her yelling, so it wasn't a minute till she moaned, bit my neck, cried out softly, shuddered and went limp.

"Oh, Wade," she murmured, "it... it was good, but you? I cheated on you, didn't I, honey?"

"It's okay, doll," I said. "I'm saving it for the real thing. You better rest for a couple of minutes."

"Honey," she cooed, "who needs rest?"

"You can't mean you're ready again?"

She didn't answer with words, but her body said plenty. She pushed hard against me, her ravishing thighs trembling. My hands roved over her voluptuous figure, every ounce of my body craving hers. She whimpered and writhed as my fingers spidered the lips of her pussy and flicked over her enlarged, stiff clit. My balls were aching, pulled up tight, and my whacker was jerking and throbbing. I was afraid it would explode into thin air. Quickly, I located her enticing pussy with the head of my cock. With a couple of savage thrusts I buried all eight inches in a grave of ecstasy.

"Oh, God!" she yelped, "that hurt, honey, but it . . . feels wonderful now."

Slipping my hands under her buttocks, I strained her to me and pumped like a flesh-and-blood piston. She matched my every thrust and we writhed in wild abandon. Her ravishing breasts were heaving, her head jerking from side to side. Hoarse moans of passion alternated with her gasps for breath. And those inner muscles of her pussy! Brother, they were setting me wild!

"Faster, Wade, honey!" she cried. "Do it harder! I'm just about to . . ."

Her arms spread and she pounded my back. My lips smothered her right nipple, then the left, my tongue stabbing and drawing. Then my teeth closed gently and she shivered and stiffened.

"Jesus, boy!" she cried. "You're so good. I've got to have you always! Screw me, honey! Do it hard!"

In seconds I felt a stirring in my balls, and my cock throbbed. I knew the ecstatic moment was imminent.

"Now, honey, now!" Peacha gasped. "Faster, faster, lover! Love me, Wade!"

I got my cookies off like a fire hose and Peacha came with me. Her pretty white teeth were fastened over my right nipple, bringing the blood. She shivered, sighed and relaxed. After a long moment, she kissed me gently and fondled my balls.

"Wade, Wade," she murmured, "I just got to have you for keeps."

Well, I wasn't quite ready to get married, not with all the luscious pussy crowding around to be had just for the asking. But I could see that Peacha was getting serious.

"Honey," I told her, "you know that marriage is a serious business. You can't just rush into it."

She pulled away from me and started getting into her clothes. "What we've been doing is serious, too, Wade. It's wonderful, I know, but if Dad ever finds out, he'll murder me and maybe you, too."

"No, he won't, Peacha. The old guy is probably getting a little fresh nooky, himself, when the home front gets stale." I patted her shoulder. "So don't fret. We'll fix everything when the time comes."

Even now, years later, I remembered how thrilling Peacha's sex was. I shook the memory and guided my small car toward the Atlas Telephone and Telegraph Building.

This building, at the corner of Seventh and Cross, had grown from a hole in the wall to a modern structure of twenty stories. I worked on the fifth. I left my car in the dungeon near the office building, dodged oil smears and grease spots as I climbed the ribbed incline to face the sleepy-eyed attendant. The man's nicotine stained fingers put down his smoke to stamp the claim check.

"Another hot one, Mister Excell." "Wait till July and August, fellow." "Can't hardly wait," he said, mopping his face. "This hole ain't air conditioned."

Floyd Dryver met me at the elevator door and we stepped through it together. Floyd pushed the button and I heard the whine as the cage shot upward.

"Been waiting for you, Wade. What kept you?"

"Two cups of coffee and a little private biz."

"Yeah," Floyd grinned, "like a struggle in bed? Dad, I see you're pretty well pooped. Let an old bach help you off."

I glanced at my friend. Floyd Dryver looked like an oversized jockey. His protruding front teeth had been neglected in his youth. Folks called him Squirrel, but I thought the tag didn't fit him. His hair was straw colored and his eyes were blue. Those who called him Squirrel did so at their peril. The man always cracked back at them, lighting up some freak thing in their own appearance. I grinned, just thinking about it. Floyd did this with a smile and a slap on the back, soothing any ruffled feelings and making the wisecracker feel more foolish. And, further, no squirrel was ever an electronic engineer like Floyd. When things got rugged, the top brass called him in to work out the maze. He had only one weak spot: he wore lifts on his heels.

We stepped into the unnatural coolness of the front office. We were the only ones coming so early.

"Zero in here, already," I grumbled. "Yeah, too cold, like western Oklahoma in January." Floyd shivered. "Freeze your balls off."

"Don't make me think of my ancestors, Floyd. You mean their balls or the cold weather?"

"Both, like when we went to Sharon High and sat together."

"Yeah, and old Baldy Robinson."

"Brother!" Floyd exclaimed. "I can still see the old prof. His old pecker dribbled all day and wet his pants in front."

I had to smile. "And the stick he used to poke us in the ribs with when we were cutting up."

Floyd's eyes twinkled. "And the fat gal who sat just in front of us. She smelled like a fish market."

"And you, Floyd Dryver, you always got A's and B's in math. Me? What was my best subject?"

Floyd stroked his chin. "That's easy, Dad. Pussy! You could spot it a mile off."

"And you," I retorted, " if you ever got a lay, I had to line it up for you."

"Okay, okay!" Floyd lifted his arms. "But let's hike on to our swivel chairs before the coffee breakers invade us."

"You mean our employees?"

"Who else, Mister Excell. Our conscientious employees, reporting for work at the last possible moment in order to slip out five minutes ahead of time."

"You mean the ones demanding the greatest possible remuneration for the least possible effort?"

Floyd snapped his fingers. "You win the Lynch carrier, my friend. Now let's you and your conscience be up and at 'em."

"My conscience?" I smiled. "Guess you're right, Floyd. Only you and Wade Excell's memories really know him."

My memories! In my car that afternoon, my mind went back again and I couldn't suppress a thrill. I drove like an automaton, sandwiched in between cars that sometimes slowed to a creep . . .

In another town in another car during another summer in another secluded spot. Thelma held my head in her lap. The same treacherous moon shone down and a wayward wind caressed our flushed cheeks. This time I'd brought a nice clean blanket for you know what. Inside a car was a bit cramped for what I had in mind. Thelma's features were partly hidden, but the moonlight was bright enough to show me her oval face, the heavy dark brows above her black eyes and the luscious, kissable lips. Normally, her voice was husky, but the ecstasy of our sex act sometimes lifted it to a high moan that would set my nerves tingling.

I spread the blanket on the soft, fragrant grass and peered about. Not a soul in sight. Thelma reached up and kissed me passionately and lingeringly. We'd shed our clothes, but the night was warm and balmy. Looking at her naked body, I caught my breath. Here was a real female. Her soft arms reached up and hugged my neck.

Abruptly, I felt stiff and tense all over, especially my old monster. Thelma's full, sensuous lips pressed hard and hot against mine. Brother, they almost burned, sending shock waves all the way down to my balls. My need was almost agonizing. I wanted to screw this alluring female more than I'd ever wanted to screw any other.

"Stand up a minute, Thelma," I begged. "Let me give my eyes a treat."

She did, and I feasted my gaze upon her exquisite figure: tall, about five-eight, proportioned much like pictures I'd seen of the fabulous Mae West. Skin white as freshly fallen snow, but certainly not cold. Thick hair, black as a crow's wing. Her boobs were twin hills of flawless loveliness, seeming to be inviting my caresses. Her nipples were buttons of dark red, making me think of tasty sweet cherries, begging my lips and tongue to tease them.

Thelma flashed me a saucy smile and placed her dainty hands under her titties, cupped them and lifted them alluringly. I blinked, but I could still see plenty.

"Listen, girl," I gasped, "what are you up to? You want me to give our blanket a paste job?"

"No, Wade, no!" she cried. "If you don't get that big thing in all the way, I'm going to twist your balls. Nothing will satisfy me till I feel those thrilling hot spurts where they belong!" She hesitated for a moment, then, "I'm never going to let you get away, even if I have to have a shotgun wedding."

Whew! That nearly floored me, but I didn't tell her that right now wedding bells were the furthest thing from my thoughts. I just grabbed her and laid her on her back on the blanket. I spidered her flawless boobs, her dazzling thighs, and murmured tender love words into her cute little ear. Her body suddenly relaxed and I fell between those sublime thighs, my whacker hunting her clit. I felt the head touch it and she moaned and writhed. In a fit of passion, she grabbed it and rubbed it against the lips of her pinkish pussy. I seemed to be climbing the golden ladder as she thrust her pelvis against my old monster, and it buried itself in her dark den.

"Screw me, Wade!" she begged. "Oh, lover, do it hard! I've been wild for you for ages! I've had other boys, but I always tried to imagine it was you fucking me!"

Well, this nearly bowled me over, but I didn't let it stop me. I said nothing, and we started writhing all over the blanket, picking at each other, tonguing and nipping. She locked her flawless legs around my back and began a humping, writhing movement that I feared would make me come before I was ready. We clung together, our nude bodies bathed in perspiration. Then Thelma began to shudder, and I realized her moment was very close.

"Wade, Wade, honey," she moaned. "I don't have to imagine things now! This is for real! It's you, really you! It's almost here! Come with me, honey! I'm dying!"

But she didn't die, and we came together. I kept my cock in place for a minute or two, enjoying the palpitations of her voluptuous pussy. When I pulled out she tried to prevent it. A little later I got her on top of me and spidered her boobs. She writhed and whimpered, gasping for breath. I turned her over on her back and spanked her luscious nipples with my tongue. She was breathing fast and deep.

"Wade, honey," she murmured, "I've got to have you again! "Don't tease me! I just can't realize it's you, really you! Let me have that big thing again! Oh, Wade, I'm crazy for you!"

Was this something! Another gal wild for me and wanting to get married. I shifted Thelma atop of me again, and let her lower her alluring pussy onto my erect throbbing whacker. My hands held her enticing buttocks and urged them into motion.

I braced myself for the moment of release. I knew it was very close. I thrust my pelvis up, up and up. Now I was nearly blind from the dazzling, overpowering sensations. Thelma was perched high on my pelvis. Her eyes were closed, her face set and pale. Then the rockets of desire ignited, exploded and the multi-colored sparks fell in an enchanting shower.

"Please don't move, Wade, don't move!" she begged.

So I stayed put till I felt her quivering body go limp and my spent cock slowly slip from her pussy. She made a final effort to hold it with those inner muscles, but I realized the performance was over. She sighed and kissed me tenderly, and rubbed her velvet soft cheek against mine.

"Wade, honey," she murmured, "we've got to do this often. I love you, and I'm going to marry you."

Just a damn minute, gal, I thought. I got a lot of screwing to do before my old monster will stop growling.

I just patted her flawless ass and kept my big mouth shut.