Chapter 1
Oh, there they go again! Ava Wilton thought, shivering. The measured creak of bedsprings from the adjoining apartment bedroom filled her with awful envy. The complex was cheaply constructed, with little insulation between the walls. The couple next door was newly married; they screwed every night and sometimes the next morning, too.
What made it seem worse was that Carl Hardisty was forty-five and his bride Sue only nineteen. She was a dark, plump sensual girl who seemed a little vacant in the head, but she certainly had a voluptuous body. He owned a hardware store in the Northtown business mall where Ava worked in a department setup, in lingerie.
Creak, creak, creak-pause. It was almost like they were right inside Ava Wilton's own bedroom. She could imagine the middle-aged man between Sue's rounded thighs, his prick pumping in and out, in and out, his mouth on her big firm tits. One thing for sure, he certainly knew how to make it last.
Ava, in the act of undressing after coming home from work, slipped up to the bedroom wall and placed her left ear against it. She hated herself for eavesdropping, but the noises were still audible even when she was in her small, meagrely furnished living room. She decided she might as well enjoy her little listening thing. At least it was free!
"Ohhhhh!" came faintly from the other room. Sue's voice, plaintive with anticipation. "Ohhhh-make me come, honey!"
Ava felt a dirty shock. At twenty-eight, she had never asked any man that! Not even her husband. But he was not around any more. Three months before he had supposedly gone to look for a job and had never returned. Dan had not been much of a husband anyway; out of work half the time, drinking and neglecting Ava in the bedroom. He had treated her more like a whore than a wife.
She was glad that something in her pelvis kept her from becoming pregnant. She had been born sterile. But she still had her figure, her good looks. Plenty of guys, realizing she was living alone now, were asking her for dates.
Thump, creak-thump came from beyond the wall. She cried out again, loudly.
"Ohhhh-ohhhh OHHH!" The bed jiggled. "Uhhhhh UHHHH!"
She was having her first climax! Obviously Carl did not reach his peak each time she did. He seemed to delight in seeing how many times he could bring his bride to an orgasm. And that was what a real man should do!
Ava shuddered, reaching down to her crotch. In bra and panties, she was turning on very high; she was just over her period, when her treed was the strongest, and she knew she would have to use her fingers again. It was becoming a daily habit! It was as if she was finally turning into a hot fox after Dan had pulled out.
". . . you're learning to come off pretty good, baby," came Carl's chuckle.
"Ohhhh, you dirty thing, you!" Sue giggled loudly.
He's filthy! Ava thought, her hand pressing her nylon-hugged pussy. I never listened like this, against the wall, I didn't realize they TALKED so much. And Sue loves it, the young bitch! I've got to a boyfriend! I haven't had a penis in we for ages, long before Dan split. This is murder!
She tried to draw her ear from the wall, but something held her there. She was hungry for information about what those two did for such long, dreamy periods. Sex with Dan had lasted only a few minutes; she had hardly ever reached her climax with him, having to relieve herself later in the bathroom when she freshened herself and cleaned Dan's semen from her vagina.
"Now, you get up on top, baby," came Carl's pleased voice.
"Ohhh, goody!" Sue answered, her excited giggle stabbing Ava right in the pussy. "I just love that!"
Ava cursed under her breath and jerked her ear from the plaster. Damn them! She was all wet and itchy in the crotch; she wiggled to her bed and stretched out on it, her thighs spreading. That awful creaking started once more. Sue was straddling him now; he was probably cupping her big thrusty breasts, her youth and freshness giving him a bundle of thrills. He was nearly old enough to be her father! Maybe they were not even married.
But he did know how to get the most out of a passionate, eager young girl! Sue often brought lingerie from Ava in the department store; they had become acquainted, and Sue even looked well-screwed. Sue was from a small town up north; she wore her clothes too snug, but seeing her wiggling and jiggling around the mall, one knew instantly she was enjoying her much older husband.
Ava had never "topped" a man in her life, but then she was short on experience. Only one guy had touched her before her marriage to Dan, and although he had punctured her maidenhead, the thing had been rather messy. The blood had scared her; the young man had climaxed much too swiftly.
Eight years with Dan had been quite enough! Of course, she was always short of money; but the freedom was almost worth it. She slipped her panties from her hips and along her legs, she unfastened her bra and reopened her thighs. Her mons were very swollen, spreading the dark hair apart along her crevice.
Her mirror told her every day she should be having more fun out of life. She had good features, a full mouth and prominent breasts; she had nice long full thighs and a rear that had not lost its curviness. She had never worn a girdle, and her bras were more for decoration than for uplift.
Only one man she had met recently interested her in a sexual way, though-and he was married to Ava's best girl friend, Conni Layton, a slender, pretty blonde. Hal and Conni lived down the hallway, in a better part of the apartment complex. They invited Ava over now and then for wine and dinner. Hal owned a drugstore and Conni worked there part time. She was twenty-five to Hal's forty, but they apparently had a fine. sex life together. Conni said he was a good bedroom operator. She looked well taken care of.
Ava touched her tender clitoris and shuddered. Achy stings of need ran through her loins; she tipped her crotch upward, hearing more bed-creakings from the Hardisty apartment. At least she would not have to hear their words. A week earlier Conni had shown Ava a personal vibrator the drugstore carried-long and penis-shaped, with a handle and a place inside for batteries.
"Lots of gals are buying them, honey," Conni had giggled, turning on the power and touching it to Ava's arm. "You haven't been dating, you really should get one for lonely evenings."
"Shame on you!" Ava had protested, flushing.
I don't need an artificial prick! Ava thought. Conni thinks I'm silly for not going out with salesmen now and then. I sure do need a man between my legs! I'll just get by this way till I find the right guy. Ohhhh, hell!
Sometimes she played with her breasts when she was having her relief alone, but there was another zone of her body that was much more excitive-and she often felt very guilty about touching herself in that particular spot, her anus. But with a finger in there, she had much harder orgasms. One of her wildest sex fantasies revolved around some big stud who would take her from behind and penetrate her rectal opening as often as her pussy!
She had been raised by an aunt in Kellogg, a rough mining town in north Idaho, after her parents had died in a train 'wreck. The Kellogg whorehouses were famous, or infamous, as far south as Spokane, and Northtown, too. Ava had heard of girls in those houses who satisfied the male lust for anal sex. Awful! That she would probably love it herself made her feel almost evil.
Now, as she teased her stiffening clitoris, she pushed a finger of her left hand into her anus. Ohhhhh, it felt just wonderful tonight! So snug and sexy....
Another sound penetrated her bedroom, but this one came from the apartment on the other side. A hard bump against the adjoining wall, a muffled feminine cry of what she decided was outright terror. She jerked her hands from her body and crawled from the bed. Another scream!
She ran to her closet, found a robe and raced out into her living room. Recently Northtown had been shocked when a young girl had been found out in the timber not far from the shopping mall, clothes torn from her figure, mutilated and raped-and very dead.
Ava knew two attractive girls lived in the apartment at her right; they worked somewhere in the mall, different shifts, so they were hardly ever home at the same time. It was now nine-thirty; one girl would be absent-and something awful was happening right next door.
Unlocking her own apartment door, she peered out into the hallway. The noises had stopped; the building was very quiet. Maybe she had heard a TV set turned up suddenly high. She glanced at her phone, wondering whether she should call the police. She would feel terribly silly if the sounds turned out to be the start of a party; these young people did some strange things for kicks.
Time passed; she was about to retreat back into her quarters and lock the door, when the door of the next apartment began to open, slowly and furtively. Ava froze in her tracks, her heart thudding. A figure in a leather jacket, long dark hair, and Levi's crept out into the hallway. His features were twisted; he looked up and down the hallway, spotted Ava, and an expression of terrible anger crossed his face. His hands, flexed into fists.
Ava recovered in time to slam her door and flick the lock. She heard footfalls along the hall; then they rap. idly diminished. She leaned on her door, weak with fright. She had never seen the guy before, and it was barely possible even yet that one of the girls had simply told him to leave, and he was sore about being rejected. But girls did not scream loudly, not that way, unless--
She rushed to her phone and nervously dialed Hal and Conni's number. Hal would know what to do; he could perhaps take a peel! inside the next-door apartment Ava was too scared to do anything.
An hour later, sitting on a sofa in Hal and Conni's apartment, she knew the worst. The girl named Alice West, one of the pair in the apartment next to Ava's on the right, had been raped and killed. There had been a furious amount of police activity, the ambulance had come and gone, there had been interviews-but one thing was uppermost in Ava's mind.
I saw the killer and rapist, and told the police I heard nothing and saw nothing, she thought, guiltily. I didn't want to get involved and maybethe young man I saw was not the guilty one! That awful look in his eyes, that fiendish stare at me, as if ke were saying to keep my mouth closed, did it.
"You need a drink, Ava," Hal Layton said considerately. "Sorry Conni isn't here-she went to Seattle to visit her folks."
"What a horrible experience!" Ava breathed, shuddering. Before the police had arrived, after Hal had discovered the tragedy, Ava had slipped into pants and blouse, fixed her hair and makeup. "And I sure could use something!"
"Hey, cheer up, beautiful," Hal grinned, moving to the small portable bar in the Layton's spacious living room. "The cops will handle it from now on."
She smiled her gratitude, realizing that she should not be here alone with Hat her best girl friend's husband, but circumstances had intervened. The thought of returning to her own apartment to spend the night was unbearable! She had never been so far from sleep in her life. She was glad she had Saturday off; this was Friday night, and almost eleven o'clock already.
Hal brought her a tall highball and sat down at her right, patting her hand comfortingly. Her nerves were starting to unwind a little. Hal was such a handsome, understanding male! She sighed shakily and took a gulp of her drink.
"Oh, if you hadn't been home, I don't know what rd have done," Ava blurted. "Funny, that one police inspector thought I was your wife."
"Not a bad idea," Hal chuckled, looking at her blouse. "If it was lawful to have two of them."
"Oh, you awful thing, you!" Ava gasped. He was just kidding around with her, trying to ease her tensions. And it was working; she did feel much better. "I sure hate to go back to my place, after all that--
"Nothing can happen now," Hal smiled. "There are policemen on duty outside. But if you're that scared, you could use our guest bedroom."
"But what would Conni think?" Ava objected. "I mean-I just couldn't! I could take a cab to a hotel or "The cops won't want anyone going is of out of here tonight," Hal said. "Look, its okay. I promise I won't touch you." He winked, his eyes admiring her legs in the snug pants. "Conni wouldn't even have to know."
Ava remembered what she had been doing to herself before the awful interruption, and she flushed. Ever since her teen years any kind of upset or emotional upheaval left a later aftermath of sexual need. She remembered having a very close call in an auto crash in which a girl friend of hers had bees killed. Ava herself had been thrown out of the rolling vehicle and had sustained only a few bruises.
Three hours later at home she had felt a wild surge of passion; she had locked herself in her Aunt Lena's bathroom and masturbated furiously, reaching four sharp orgasms. Her guilt feelings about it had lasted for days. It was as if fear or danger ignited savage impulses inside her. It was a naughty secret, somewhat like her craving to have a finger up her backside.
"Well, I'd certainly tell Conni!" Ava said. "But-if you would put me up for the night, I'd appreciate it no end."
"Hey, easy does it," he grinned. "You can wear one of Conni's nighties."
She bit her lip, aware of a dirty twinge of need in her crotch. She trembled and finished her drink.
Stretched comfortably on the bed in the Layton guest room, wearing one of Conni's very sheer black nighties, Ava felt safe from harm. She was sure Hal would keep his promise and not try anything, but knowing he was in the other bedroom, just beyond the rest room that separated the two boudoirs, gave her a tingly sensation between her legs.
She wished Hal had given her a more modest kind of flight-dress. She was larger than Conni, especially around the hips and breasts, and the black, lacetrimmed nightie clung to her body like a second skin, although it barely was long enough to cover her crotch. The top of it shaped her titties alluringly; she felt positively sinful in such a little bit of nothing.
Now, fresh from the shower, she experienced that familiar after-effect of sensual desire that any kind of stress imposed on her. The strong highball Hal-had fixed for her was not helping, either. Sooner or later she would have to finish what she had started hours earlier, before the horror.
How awful, to , tease herself and climax herself in Conni and Hays apartment! Sleep would be impossible without it, though. A small lamp glowed' beside the bed; the new surroundings were somehow stimulating, affecting her the way a motel affected some girls. She remembered the last time she had gone out for an evening with Hal and Conni, dancing close to Hal on the shadowy floor, enjoying the feel of his strong, lean body, his maleness, the press of her breasts against him. Her pussy had turned wet and hot.
After reaching home that night she had undressed quickly, sprawled on her bed, and fingered herself into three hard orgasms, imagining that Hal was already giving Conni his prick, in and out, in and out.. . kissing her titties and maybe wishing he was screwing Ava instead of his sexy young blonde wife.
Stop it! she told herself. I'm a slut when I get like this! Right now I'd let Hal slip In here and pour it to me. Its been ages since I've had a prick inside me! Fm Just dying for it!
Shuddering, she reached both hands to her crotch, drew back the hem of the nightie, turned a little on her right side so she could insert her left middle finger into her anal pucker, and fastened her right hand on her naked, swelling cunt mound. Rich waves of erotic lust bloomed lice a flower in her loins. Her clitoris was very stiff, the tip of it protruding up from the tender surrounding flesh. She wet her left hand from her juicy lower vaginal crevice; she slipped her right middle digit into her achy cunt!
"Ohhhhh!" she breathed, her clit tensing with sweet anticipation. She would have to watch that! No suspicious noises. Doing this was bad enough. but letting Hal know it would be utterly disgraceful.
Suddenly she realized she was crazy for going ahead when there was a virile man in the next room. She might never have such an opportunity again! She drew her hands from her loins; she crawled from the bed and posed in front of the vanity mirror. Her cheeks were wildly flushed, her nipples were tumesced against the cling of the cupping lace, her dark pussy-bush showed through the frilly hem of the nightie, her long dark hair was slightly mussed, as if she had already been manhandled.
She turned toward the connecting bathroom 'door, shaking with awful need, when the panel slowly openedl Hal looked out at her, smiling. He wore only his briefs; the lump inside them looked simply huge.
"Beautiful!" he grinned, stepping into the room.
"OHH" Ava gasped, her legs weak and shaky. "Ohhhh, you promised, Hal!"
"Hell, I just peeked in to check on you, Ava," he smiled, perfectly at ease. "But you are damned sexy in that black thing."
She felt dizzyl Too many things had happened in the past few hours. She staggered, moved toward the guest bed, and Hal moved in close, his arms gliding around her waist. She could control herself no longer! She grabbed him, her body lurched against his, her titties strained at his naked chest, a sweep of urgent, unrequited need arched her pussy mound at his cock lump!
"Ohhh, Hal!" she panted against his neck. "My God! It's been so long!"
"Hey, baby," he muttered, his hands doing magic things to her waist and rump-curves. "It's okay, see? I understand. You've been through too much."
His hands kneaded and pressed; he backed her toward the bed, breathing hard. Suddenly his fingers touched her stinging cunt, he shuddered. For the next few seconds they both moved swiftly. She was on her back, her legs open; his briefs were gone, he was between her thighs; she had one glimpse of his big, long prick and before she could hardly catch her breath the stinging, tensing knurl of his sea was spreading her labia, gliding tightly into her quivery, eager cunt!
"Ughhhh!" he moaned, feverishly, the sweet burn of his cock so wonderful she moaned herself. Her legs jerked away back; she clawed his shoulders.
My God! she thought wildly. He's got it IN me! It happened so fast; he wanted it as much as I did! Ohhhh, it's twice as big as Dan's prick, it's reaching away deep! The way everything happened I couldn't resist! He's drawing away out, then back IN real hard! rm going to climax, already!
"Jeeeeeeesus!" he panted, driving his big cock faster! "Baby, that's good cuuuuuunt!"
"OHHHH, OHHHH!" she cried fiercely. "Uhhh OHH!"
The bed sighed; his wonderful big balls slapped at her lower crevice and her anus; her inner vagina trembled around his sliding prick; she felt the rush of her need like a hot tide through her loins and then she was having it!
His back arched, his hips lunged, his knob seemed to reach up between her breasts, and his wild groan of release, the sweet throb of his big hard prick was the answer to her dream of being taken lustily! Her vagina was feeling the hot gush of semen; it was fluttering and trying to suck more of it!
She shouted as the roaring in her ears became a song of bed-springs creaking and thumping! It was not Sue and Carl Hardisty this time, it was Ava Wilton getting what she needed more than anything, a good hard fuck!
His chest dropped to her still-covered tits; she clamped her arms and legs around him, the washes of her aftermath seeming to drive the fear and terror from her whole being. Each pulse of her loins said it loud and clear.
I'm getting some of Conni's prick. He belongs to her, but she'll have to understand how much I needed this! He caught me with my guard down, my pussy burning, and I HAD to have it all! Ohhhh, he's a till hard! He's going to fuck me again, and again.
Hal Layton rested in the lush saddle of Ava's thighs, a tide of victorious elation swelling his ego and his cock.
I finally got it, he thought. Sonofabitch! She's been craving a fuck for months; it's been sticking out all over her, and I knew she'd be good humping. I nailed it fast, while she was still wondering about it, and now I'll slow down and make the next one last for hours I've got her hooked, like a fish on a barb. The minute I touched her cunt I knew it was ready. Yeahhhhhhh!
Conni had been slowing down recently, and on lodge nights instead of going to the meetings he was visiting a well-to-do widow named Nora Leeds, a regular customer at his drugstore. She was past fifty, but she sure loved her prick, and she had a fine set of tits, good legs and ass.
But a younger piece, like Ava Wilton, was much more fascinating; she had a terrific chassis and a snug, hot cunt. He could work this into something steady. Maybe Conni got a little on the side when she visited her parents. After so many years of marriage, the thrill went out of it. A real man needed a change of cunt once in a while.
"Oh, you devil!" Ava breathed, her thighs still gripping his ass. "Aren't you even going to kiss me?"
"Sure, baby," he chuckled, raising up. "You needed it fast, just like me. Now, don't go telling Count, and we can get some of this good stuff every once in a while, hey?"
Ava bit her lip and nodded, feeling the slick, wet mingling of their juices trickling down across her anus. How awful she was, stealing some of her best girl friend's luscious squirts of man-come! She was even wearing one of Connis' provocative nighties. It was all wrong! But she was trapped, she simply had to have more! Her mind said no, but her body said go.
"Let me up, now-I'm a mess," she said. "But I'll be right back, honey."
"Hell, I like it good and squishy," he chuckled, finally drawing his penis out of her pussy. The sight of it, all creamy with white stuff and her woman-flow, the effusion of their violent lovemaking, sent another shudder through her body. She was a bitch!
"Oh, you're filthy!" she breathed, squirming from the bed. A wide stain of mingled wetness showed on the clean sheet where her rump had rested. Her mons was very puffy; she had never seen it so expanded.
"You like some earthy talk, and you know it," he chuckled, using a comer of the top sheet to wipe his penis. "Where have you been, anyway?"
"Trying to be a good girl!" she snapped, racing to the bathroom. As she closed the door she heard his pleased laugh.
Yes, being "good" and playing with myself every day, she thought. But I'm not so afraid now. That awful rape and murder do not seem as terrible as before. I have to forget it! And enjoying myself with Hal is one way to wipe that horror out of my body and being.