Chapter 1
The stiffening penis, poorly concealed, came slowly but surely toward her kitchen door. Mrs. Arthur Pringle knew her moment of conquest was at hand. Before that cock would be allowed to leave her home, she would lure it to enter her gorgeous sex-starved body.
That would be a fantastic first for both of them. Pammy Pringle never had committed adultery and that grotesquely overdeveloped cock bulging under the store apron never had been inside a woman. Pammy was positive Derek London was still a virgin, in spite of his seventeen years, for his mother, her best friend, said her son had told her.
Pammy stared through her kitchen window as Derek started up the flagstone path, arms loaded with two overfilled grocery bags. Not exactly a sex object, she giggled nervously, watching the curious tenting low on his store apron. He actually thought she didn't know what was going on. Under the white cotton cover his cock was surging in anticipation of his private little game with her, just as it had every delivery for the past six months.
Till now Pammy had enjoyed being the object of Derek's lust while he pretended to help her put away the groceries. "All part of Quinlan Super Market super service," he'd chuckle tensely, unloading the bags on the sink counter. Then he'd masturbate with phenomenal quickness under the apron when she turned her back to him to put things into the fridge.
But the week just past had changed all. Derek's mother had told her over coffee how alarmed she was at his games with himself. "He plays with it so much," worried Morna to Pammy. "I walked, in his bedroom today to wake him for school and he didn't even try to hide it under the covers. It's good he's open around me and I'm proud he's such a stallion. He swears he's 'saving the real thing' for the right girl. And, Pam, he fondled it right out in the open, lying there grinning that cute way of his. Said, 'When Miss Right comes into my life, I want to be ready with a big one!' "
Little goose bumps of runaway want had washed over Pammy Pringle as she'd listened. So Derek was only exercising his organ over her on those grocery deliveries, was he? Both angry and aroused she had plotted the whole week what she'd wanted to do for years. Betray her husband and take a boy's virginity. She knew in the end it could cost her Morna's friendship, at the least, and her husband, at the most. Morna was so proud of Derek's dedication and Arthur so jealous of Pam's fidelity. A last glance at the mirror in the breakfast alcove re fleeted the shocking costume she'd chosen for the seduction of Derek. Never in her neat, prim neighbor years on Willow Lane had she allowed anyone other than Arthur to see her so unclad in her home. Hardened nipples capping ripe thrusting breasts were urgent against the peek-a-boo halter of her bikini. Long silver blonde hair tumbling loosely at her shoulders accented the impudent shapeliness of her rear view. It was that view which greeted Derek as he pushed open the kitchen door.
"Eeehh, Derek! I didn't hear you coming!" She darted in pretend dismay into the walk-in laundry storage closet. "I'm practically naked!"
"S'all right, Mrs. Pringle. I ... ohmigosh...." As he tried to twist toward the counter to conceal instant total tenting under his apron, one grocery bag ripped and the contents spewed across the linoleum. Face flooded with red, he dropped to his knees to grab for the rolling cans and vegetables.
"Dear goodness! Let me help. I guess you've seen bathing suits before." Pam crouched to gather the remains of a dozen eggs, her entrancing and dazzling near nudity on daring display to an inflamed Derek. It was too good to be true. It was almost more than he could fight not to let go and rip aside the apron to let her see then and there what she did. Or better, to hell with his virginity! Give her what a stack job like that really needs. But how? Godawful to be so innocent at his age! he fumed silently.
He grabbed two large cans to beat a retreat to safety. "I'll just put these in your closet, shall I?" he croaked, stumbling toward the shadowed walk in.
"Thank you, Derek." Apparently oblivious to all but the broken eggs, Pamela missed not one bit of the play in apron. He actually thought she didn't know what was going on. Under the white cotton cover his cock was surging in anticipation of his private little game with her, just as it had every delivery for the past six months.
Till now Pammy had enjoyed being the object of Derek's lust while he pretended to help her put away the groceries. "All part of Quinlan Super Market super service," he'd chuckle tensely, unloading the bags on the sink counter. Then he'd masturbate with phenomenal quickness under the apron when she turned her back to him to put things into the fridge.
But the week just past had changed all. Derek's mother had told her over coffee how alarmed she was at his games with himself. "He plays with it so much," worried Morna to Pammy. "I walked, in his bedroom today to wake him for school and he didn't even try to hide it under the covers. It's good he's open around me and I'm proud he's such a stallion. He swears he's 'saving the real thing' for the right girl. And, Pam, he fondled it right out in the open, lying there grinning that cute way of his. Said, 'When Miss Right comes into my life, I want to be ready with a big one!' "
Little goose bumps of runaway want had washed over Pammy Pringle as she'd listened. So Derek was only exercising his organ over her on those grocery deliveries, was he? Both angry and aroused she had plotted the whole week what she'd wanted to do for years. Betray her husband and take a boy's virginity. She knew in the end it could cost her Morna's friendship, at the least, and her husband, at the most. Morna was so proud of Derek's dedication and Arthur so jealous of Pam's fidelity.
A last glance at the mirror in the breakfast alcove re fleeted the shocking costume she'd chosen for the seduction of Derek. Never in her neat, prim neighbor years on Willow Lane had she allowed anyone other than Arthur to see her so unclad in her home. Hardened nipples capping ripe thrusting breasts were urgent against the peek-a-boo halter of her bikini. Long silver blonde hair tumbling loosely at her shoulders accented the impudent shapeliness of her rear view. It was that view which greeted Derek as he pushed open the kitchen door.
"Eeehh, Derek! I didn't hear you coming!" She darted in pretend dismay into the walk-in laundry storage closet. "I'm practically naked!"
"S'all right, Mrs. Pringle. I ... ohmigosh...." As he tried to twist toward the counter to conceal instant total tenting under his apron, one grocery bag ripped and the contents spewed across the linoleum. Face flooded with red, he dropped to his knees to grab for the rolling cans and vegetables.
"Dear goodness! Let me help. I guess you've seen bathing suits before." Pam crouched to gather the remains of a dozen eggs, her entrancing and dazzling near nudity on daring display to an inflamed Derek. It was too good to be true. It was almost more than he could fight not to let go and rip aside the apron to let her see then and there what she did. Or better, to hell with his virginity! Give her what a stack job like that really needs. But how? Godawful to be so innocent at his age! he fumed silently.
He grabbed two large cans to beat a retreat to safety. "I'll just put these in your closet, shall I?" he croaked, stumbling toward the shadowed walk in.
"Thank you, Derek." Apparently oblivious to all but the broken eggs, Pamela missed not one bit of the play in the closet, watching surreptitiously from long practice. She caught her breath at his passionate disregard of precaution as he flicked the apron and pounded openly. It could all be over in seconds and maybe he was a one-shot man.
She scooped the egg yolk into the soup tureen and darted to the sink where she found the excuse waiting. "I want this Raid bug can on the top shelf out of the way." She hurried into the closet, stretching past him to try to reach the impossible upper shelf, deliberately pressing against her trembling helper as she strained on tiptoe.
With an exclamation of exasperation, she shoved the Raid into Derek's hand and remained snugly against his side as she pointed to the place she wanted the insecticide. "Will you put it right there for me, Derek? Definitely a job for a tall man."
It happened that quickly.
Trapped to do her bidding, he reached for the high shelf and simultaneously Pamela brushed from his side as if to pass.
"Oh, dear God, whatever!" She froze motionless against the tented apron, the uproarious prick jammed impudently against her vee mound. In almost utter silence, with only Pamela's breathless murmur breaking the electric quiet, bold fingers caught at the apron's bow and she pulled.
"Awwwggghhh!" A fiercely inflated cock crown jammed directly into the valley of the meeting of her sleek legs, the outsized glans gleaming like some giant chestnut between their bodies.
With no visible movement, her smoothly tapered thighs parted slightly. Abruptly the knobby cap slipped from view through the tender flesh of very ready cunt lips. In one split second an utterly helpless Derek London was trapped in the vagina threshold. He was inside the body of Mrs. Arthur Pringle. He and his gorgeous neighbor lady were actually fucking.
His head spun in disbelief as he looked down at the stud-like white gristle of his phallus cemented into her just below that maddening dark triangle of pubic down.
Wild, meaningless questions charged Derek's bewildered mind. Where did her polka dot bikini panties go? How did their two bodies lock with neither moving? Then the out-of-this-world truth commandeered him. Nothing could ever feel more beautiful in all his life. No way to fight the need to thrust and thrust and ,thrust again. Deeper and still deeper. He was doing it! He was a cocksman!
No matter she was married. Neither he nor she caused this to happen. And she was like a person hypnotized out of it. Not even knowing she was doing it. They both were trapped and he was being dragged farther and farther from sight inside a warm, clutching tunnel.
Her head lolled back to his hard pistoning and he could see her beautiful eyes staring dumbfounded into his, wide and disbelieving. Her pretty lips were ovaled in shocked surprise. Derek was sure she was as amazed as he at what had happened. And now her eyes were closing in response to the wild sensations between them.
"More ... more!" came panting little pleas but he knew she couldn't know she was saying that.
He gave her more because he had to and because he had so much more to give. Gasping, overcome by his boldness, he clasped a hand behind her naked tail, again wondering eerily where her cover had gone. Cupping one hand on an urging, impudent ass cheek, he tugged at the bikini halter string with the other. All the super boobs he'd fantasized Mrs. Pringle possessed were on bared display. Fabulous ivory! The jutting globes leaped to his coital jabs.
"Harder! Harder!" Pammy ground against him to impale herself past halfway on his shaft and simultaneously felt herself slipping into a totally possessing orgasm. A storm of last minute guilt attacked and she tried to stave off the coming. She was brazenly stealing a virtuous boy's virgin cock. And she was betraying her friend and next door neighbor all in one act. Ooohh, but it felt so damned good! Puh ... please," she murmured breathlessly. "What's happening?"
"Don't know!" He grinned as he saw her long lashes flicker up and then quickly down. "Don't be afraid. It's all right." Fantastic, he thought. She doesn't know what's coming off.
Five torturous years of on again/off again mostly absentee husband shuddered through her possessed frame as Pammy felt Derek's organ plow deeper. Guilt moved over for pure pleasure and, arching against the impaling shaft, she climaxed violently, her curvaceous loveliness straining in ecstasy before his eyes. In one spasm-whipped crest after another she orgasmed end-over-end and on the third a boyish hysterical groan announced he was about to present her the gift of his virginity.
It was at that distraught second that all guilt left her. With a shrill cry of passion possessed, she writhed and squirmed to take every drop about to fly. The lubricant of her own come and her frenzy gave him the chance to bury his erection totally. Arched against her, cock fully driven from sight, his head thrown back, Derek let his semen fly deep.
It was at that precise moment his mother slipped quietly through the back door and saw the unbelievable sight. There on the floor, oblivious to all but the end-over-end orgasms racking her, Morna's dearest friend was stealing Derek's precious treasure. The scream stopped at her lips as she dashed across the kitchen toward the two, all unaware of their audience. Then, because the shock was too much, Morna wilted to her knees behind Derek's fuck-driven body and watched it happen.
"Yah! Yahhh! Take it!" He shrilled his ejaculation cry, pumped for frenzied seconds, then crumpled across the nude beneath, his buttocks still humping the last of his semen into her devastatingly beautiful body.
It was in the stark silence that a new fact stung Morna. Not a sound had been heard from Pamela. She was spread-eagled in helpless surrender beneath Morna's son and for a terrified instant Morna wondered if it had been sexual assault by Derek. There was absolute quiet now and with an awful fear to speak, Morna found her voice.
"Very pretty," she murmured.
He stiffened, straightened and when he turned his face was chalk white. "Mommy ... I...."
"Get off her." She said it softly, still not believing it was really happening as she watched her son squirm to withdraw.
"Gosh, I can't!"
And he couldn't. The undiminished hard-on could not come free of its cunt trap. It was that simple and that damned suddenly complicated. Derek was still grossly erected in Pam's body and Morna could see an inch of white thick root become two inches and then stop. Like a hard oaken trunk it was caught in the fantastically stretched pussy of the prettiest body Morna had ever seen.
"Pam," she whispered, "you can stop pretending now. Let him go." Her voice grew strident when there was no flicker of lashes, no giveaway tensing of any muscle on that lovely bod. "Pamela Pringle! Do you hear me? It's done now. Let him free!"
"She's fainted, Mommy." His eyes were dilated with fear as he ducked the angry blow from a frustrated parent. Hitting him was stupid, Morna knew, even as she swung. "I ... I couldn't help it. Honest, she didn't do anything. Not even now and she's makin' me feel funny, wild inside all over again."
"Did you force her?" The accusation burst hotly from Morna.
"Honest to God, no!" His face said it was the truth.
A hundred years would never wash away the memory of how it felt to Morna to make the decision. Convinced that Pammy wasn't acting and also sure she wasn't hurt, Morna suddenly surrendered. Caught in the magic of the electric bond between two beautiful bodies, helpless to reclaim what Derek had given up of his own choosing, she decided to act on the impulse. Later would be time enough for making sense. For right now, let come what may. She stared at the voluptuous wonders of her best friend's nude body. Every precious line of her petite frame was taut with excitement, even in an unconscious state. Morna saw the crumpled bikini at the side. Platinum hair spilled across the smooth taper of Pammy's shoulder seemed to spell out the way it probably had happened. Derek had come in with the groceries and been carried away by the sexiness of Pam's skimpy cover. Pam probably had fainted with shock and Derek had simply helped himself. And now he was locked inside her delicious cunt.
"Can you lift her?" Morna squeezed an arm under Pam's back to convey the idea. "Derek, you've got to try to carry her to the den." She nodded to the louvred door ten feet away and could hardly believe her own words. Actually ordering her son to walk with a woman attached to his hardened penis. In spite of herself, she knew she hoped he would try to do it.
He did.
Groaning against a charge of new desire to piston new copulation thrusts, he tried to get to his feet and half undone clothing tangled his body.
"Wait...! Hold still!" She tugged Derek's shoes from his feet, then his opened pants from his hips and finally the store apron and his sport shirt from his shoulders. Then he was naked, still hard inside Pamela and altogether maddening to Morna-to the both of them. "Now, walk her to the den cot."
Somehow he managed it to his feet, bearing the collapsed torturously sexy Pamela on the thick shank of his erection. Eyes glazed and body rigid, he stumbled after Morna into the pine paneled den. Helpless but to stare at the spectacle, his mother sank to the edge of the couch and watched the young Adonis locked to the torrid female lusciousness of her neighbor. It couldn't be happening, but it was!
And something else was also going on inside the spectator. Surfacing against her will was a long latent heat she herself felt for Pamela. Hidden till now, the sight of that deliciously over-stacked voluptuary on her son's organ was too much. She knew a lust even deeper than Derek's.
"You've got to do it again," she whispered in his ear. "You've got to come and come till there's no more hard left in it."
He gawked as his mother wilted sensuously across Pamela's unresisting loveliness, kissing her breasts, then pursing full lips to suck each nipple. It stormed Derek's numbed brain that there now were three possessed people and somehow that seemed as it should be. Until he saw Morna twist fully around to kiss the locking point of his body to Mrs. Pringle's.
Morna had a pixie face and flame red hair.. Her delicately chiseled profile was never more fetchingly on display than as she nuzzled the meeting point of her son's rampant cock with the wide-split pussy cleft. He moaned as her brazen tongue flicked inquisitively against the inches of his hardened barrel, still exposed, then darted to lick at Pam's tortured cunt slit.
"I'm only trying to help you. Do her, Derek!" Morna hissed the order without breaking contact with Pamela's pulsing vulva. "She needs it and doesn't even know it."
That was a lie. Pam knew she had to fake it from the first sound of Morna's arrival. Most anything could happen if her friend ever knew, and she still might. But now Pammy knew something else. Morna liked girls more than her son's virtue. Morna was caught in the spell of watching Pam taken by a man and the soft caress of the loving tongue told her all. New, wonderful worlds were about to open for Pam.
"Do it, Derek," repeated Morna.
There was a new pace to Derek's next copulation. If his mother hated it, Pamela loved it. He had slowed his frantic ramrodding and seemed now to be savoring this fantastic forced coitus. So swollen still was his bone-like cock that the slower pace dragged Pammy's hips from the couch as he lifted up and then drove down.
It was an incredible seventh heaven to an ecstatic Pam, who knew now her faked unconsciousness had fooled Morna completely. Heady seizure of new climax and her body quivered to the violent spasms tearing at every curve and muscle. No fear now that her open surrender to the rapture would give her away. Morna was busily burrowed into her playground of cock and cunt and clearly caught up in her own ecstasy. Pam's friend was in spontaneous crest with the excitement she felt in the copulating pair.
As she sensed his. new climax nearing, Pam dared a peek through slightly raised lashes. He was looking into her eyes. She made the decision without hesitation and fixed wide brown eyes on his face, staring deeply, unblinkingly, almost trance-like. What a mad feeling it gave her newest orgasm to watch the neophyte lover reach for the first climax that was more for him than mere desperation. He was a natural! It stormed Pammy's thoughts that the perfect finale would be to have the romp end with her seeming still out of it.
"Derek!" Long auburn hair tumbled lightly and teased across Pam's taut tummy as Morna twisted to look up her son's body. "Derek-don't dawdle! You're right on the brink! Come, Derek, come!"
He gawked in sheer disbelief and delight. He'd felt long time lust for his super-stacked mother. She never had felt maternal and their relation was ready to mature. And inside he felt it was there. He knew he could go rigid in the root of his cock and hold against orgasm till he was ready to let fly. New power. Climax control! It grabbed him that he had to see certain things happen before letting go again. Already he could sense the loosening of the bond of cock to cunt and at will he could pull out of Mrs. Pringle.
Girl to girl. It would be beautiful to watch his Morna-mommy go wild alone with Mrs. Pringle. Before this magic moment was over he could maybe even get one thing he'd longed for from Mommy. Proof positive that she loved all of him and not just the usual things. Ever since her disapproving look at his hard-on in his hand that day in bed, he'd wondered.
"You gotta be ashamed, Mommy!" he gasped, slowing his fuck rhythm to look Morna in the eyes. "You're ashamed of us!"
"Darling, no! Never!" Desperation glittered in her eyes, and flame hair swirled side-to-side as she denied it. "I know this just happened. It's no one's fault. I love you both."
"Prove it two ways." He was a man in control. No longer was he the least like seventeen. "Anything!"
"Mrs. Pringle's ... can I say it? ... her cunt is so tight. You gotta worm your tongue between my cock and her cunt. Lick us both. Make her outta her tree even while she's unconscious."
"I'll try that way, Derek." She cocked a curious eyebrow, wondering at his self control, but too lust-driven to doubt his seeming naivete. "What other way?"
"You're gonna have to do somethin' awful for me."
"Tell me ... please ... anything...."
"Gonna have to suck my penis out o' her .vagina. Show me I'm not dirty to you."
"Dirty? Never ... not ever! Mmmmhhh ... sweet, sweet Derek."
A frenzy of red hair tossed happily as she dove to obey her son's bidding. She noodled into the playground of cock and cunt, letting him fondle her breasts and Pammy's alternately, cooing"' excitedly at the erotic lightning charging to every corner of her body.
A delirious Pam, awed by the mother-son play and inflamed by Derek's cool, went passion wild to his plowing prick and the stabbing tongue. One orgasm became another and then she felt a hint of change. He was withdrawing. Moans of barely contained control sharpened to bullish grunts and it was clear he was nearing the greatest of his climaxes.
"Buh ... baby ... yeahhh!" He felt Morna's tongue wet and wild snaking round and round the exposed root of his phallus. The long-contained, fourth blast-off began to grab and now there was no holding back. Her mouth was satin sweetness, milking and munching as the glistening prick barrel slid slowly from Pamela's vagina.
"Bone of your bone, Mommy!" he gasped as Morna's lips nibbled. "What's me came from you, right?"
"Mmmmhhhuhhh!"
A possessed Morna wanted and feared to want.
"Then put part o' me back in you when I pop out." Even as he cried the plea, the mammoth erection sprang free of Pamela's pussy trap, leaping and glistening, its dark thunderhead crown appearing to Morna to be at least three inches in breadth.
Derek grabbed the length of prick pumping the last frenzied seconds before his climax and Morna shrilled at what she thought of as a return to adolescence. Too late! A cannonade of sparkling semen shot helter-skelter from the eyelet, spraying across her face and over Pamela's body, writhing frustrated at the desertion.
"My flesh! My bone!" She grabbed wildly for the discharging prick, stuffing the crimson corona through her lips and sucking in thirsty frenzy to take the rest of the rain shower of his ecstasy.
Pammy watched in spellbound frustration as the taste of semen drove Morna over the orgasm brink. Hips writhing, buttocks thrusting, she seemed to be in imagined intercourse with the organ in her mouth. And then it was done and the great white penis snake slithered from her mouth.
"Suh ... sorry! I got it all over both of you." Derek looked in dazed disbelief at what had shot across both females.
"It's all right." Morna's cheek rested lightly on the curve of Pam's midriff. "But she mustn't wake and find it all over her."
The tense electrifying seconds of cresting were now quiet afterglow, but there was new excitement. Something did have to be done about Pamela and the state she would find herself in when she came to. Bikini stripped away. An ejaculation of male semen spattered across her breasts and face and tummy plateau down into the valley between her thighs. She'd know at once what had happened.
"Let's lick it off her, Mommy." Derek twisted across the lusciously contorted nude who lay convincingly unconscious, arms out-flung and legs widespread to their desires. And desire was rampant in both, needing so slim a reason as Derek's to provoke it to open heat.
An overwhelmed Pamela Pringle felt the warm kisses of ardent Derek roam her upper body, while the sweet soft tongue of dear Morna prowled below her hips. Droplet by droplet the errant semen was collected. Derek's lips moving eagerly across frantic nipples and down over the dramatic curve of her boobs. Then it was Morna's play.
Arms clasped lightly at the sides of Pamela's thighs, she kissed the puddling of semen in Pam's navel, tracked the sparkling juice to the curve of her hip and then down to the center of the magic. As her lips touched the lightly abused labial gates, Morna threw a reproving look across Pam's body.
"She is bruised from that beautiful thing," she scolded Derek. "If she sees that or if there's any of your shoot inside when she wakes...." Worried eyebrows arched as she fingered whitish droplets of his semen at the cleft of Pam's cunt.
"Gosh ... Mommy ... please ... We have to do something!" He was in total erection as he crept round behind Morna and crouched to stare. "Let me kiss it first and...."
"And I'll do the rest," promised Morna, making room for her son to get at the slightly puffy slit.
His lips were untrained but tender at the cunt lips. He licked and strummed lightly to and fro over the dilated vulva and the sweetness of his affection drove Pamela to a quick shuddering orgasm, fists clenching and body writhing to the force of the emotion as she came. It was only the beginning.
"Let me!" Morna pushed Derek from his preoccupation and took over. "Remember, we're just doing it for her, not for ourselves."
That was a huge hypocrisy and they both knew it but Derek murmured agreement, rolling to the side to watch as the woman he no longer thought of as mother burrowed eagerly into the cunt slit.
Pamela knew the instant Morna's tongue touched her clit that it was girl to girl now. Where Derek's licking had an almost effeminate softness, Morna's probing was completely" different. Her tongue was cock-stiff inside Pam's vagina and she speared eagerly in and out, simulating coitus, demanding orgasm. And getting it!
A low throated moan of passion broke from Pam's lips as Morna drove her to climax.
Heavenly bittersweet wonder to the taste and it drove Morna to need more and more and more. It was the taste of male and female mingled and the animal sweetness of it whipped her wild. She was in the throes of orgasm when Derek's self control tore loose. The sight of both females, studies in abandoned sex frenzy, was too much.
He had both hands on Morna's hips and it wasn't till she had been twisted pretzel-like at the waist and he was astride her hips that Morna really understood his intentions. An overwhelming sensation tingled low through her body. Blunt hot knob of insistent flesh cramming through her vulva lips! Derek was already inside and plowing.
"Flesh of my flesh!" he hissed, immobilizing her against escape. "It's okay ... okay!"
It was very quiet.
They had left Pamela alone in the den after clothing her again in the polka dot bikini. A flood of after-sensations tore happily through her body as she reviewed what had happened.
The phone rang and jarred the silence.
"I'll be stuck in town until late, dear ... on your birthday, too." Arthur sounded down. "Go ahead and eat without me. I'll bring a present home about midnight. Do I need you!"
"So what else is new," she whispered, replacing the phone on its cradle. He would be home and even if he was too tired, he'd take her in the most demanding way. That she loved and also worried about. He'd remembered the birthday she'd been trying to forget all day. Thirty, even! It was revolting, no matter what the mirror said about looking years younger.
Arthur's doctor had warned against his overtired condition and insistence on sex when he was so shot from his work. She hated that. Energies Unlimited Inc. demanded much and paid well and let the wives have what was left. And with today her birthday, she had no doubt he would want to celebrate through whatever was left of the night when he got home. And she was so darned ready!
Images of the fantastic play with Derek and then with Morna streamed through her mind. She wasn't built to be a faithless wife, she knew. She loved Arthur's way of sex and simultaneously fretted that it could go too far for his health. It accounted for why she had so little guilt for her first infidelity, she told herself. Her playmates had so spent her sexually her need should be low. But it wasn't. By midnight she knew she would be wild for Arthur.
Her thoughts wandered across the lot separating the Pringles from the Londons. Very little separated them any more and she wondered how that could be controlled, now that the fires were lit. It was up to her.
As if some extra sensory perception had drawn her, a knock came at the kitchen door. A moment later Morna was inside and the two were talking over coffee and cigarettes, facing each other across the breakfast bar as if nothing at all had happened.
"You seem a little peaked, Pam. Sure you feel all right?" Morna was a great little mother, thought Pammy, and that was about the last way Pammy could think of . her.
"Funny you asked." Pamela turned her back to get the glass silex for refills.-"I think I passed out a bit ago. All I remember is Derek's coming with the groceries. He must have left and I just zonked it. I don't even remember making it to the den. You ever hear of such a thing?"
The beautiful redhead dropped her glance to reach for a raisin cookie. "Maybe it's your period. Sounds weird."
"My period it better not be. Arthur's coming home for a midnight birthday celebration and he's loaded for bear. He'd have a fit."
"Yours?"
Pam nodded, "Say no more. I'm forgetting it's here. Arthur won't."
Morna wagged her head disapprovingly. "Sex, sex, sex. I can't imagine what our world is coming to."
"More sex, I hope," giggled Pam, reaching impulsively for Morna's hand and squeezing affectionately. She wanted to tell her she knew and felt sneaky with the secret, but she didn't dare. Everything in good time, she decided.
"I had the strangest dream about sex," she said quietly. "It was all very illicit and all very beautiful."
"Tell me, tell me."
"I wouldn't dare. Not today, at least. I've got to think about it,, But you were in the dream and you were wild." She shivered happily. "Sometime when I have the nerve to tell you, I will."
It was Morna's impulse this time and their lips met in a brief, happy touch that could hardly be called a kiss. "I'm going to remind you till you do, dear heart. I think of you and Arthur doing it much." She smiled strangely. "Love to watch you two sometime."
A tremor tingled along Pam's spine. "Maybe we'll put on a show and charge admission."
"Goody!"
All seemed as it always had been, but all never could be-as it was before. A bemused Pammy, feeling pinpricks of expectancy, stirred one tiny envelope of Sweet 'n Low into her coffee.