Chapter 3
Ellen pulled the flowered pink housecoat around her as she poured boiling water over the instant coffee crystals in her cup. Waiting for the steaming liquid to cool, she looked quickly around at her tiny kitchen area. It was nothing more than an alcove set into the living room wall, but it contained everything that she needed to store food and prepare meals for herself and Teddy.
They had been living in the cottage for a little more than a week, and in that time she had done her best to make the place sparkle. She scrubbed and polished all the kitchen appliances until they gleamed. Borrowing a vacuum cleaner from Marilyn, the girl down the road, she cleaned the drapes and carpet until every last trace of dust was gone. And she even washed all the windows, inside and out. But although the house looked bright and shiny, her disposition was gloomy and gray.
Their first real attempt at married life was turning out to be a dismal disappointment. She had been feeling it ever since their first night in the cottage. Teddy's sudden penetration of her vulva followed by his swift and sated withdrawal had left her feeling dejected and unfulfilled. But when morning came, she thought it over and decided not to come to any hasty conclusions. After all, Teddy had been away from her for two months. It was only natural for a man to be fast and even a little rough after so long a period of sexual abstention. Perhaps she should be glad, accepting the abruptness of his lovemaking as proof that he had been faithful to her while away at boot camp. She was sure that things would be different in the future.
But that night, when Teddy came home from the base, he had a friend with him-a heavyset young sailor named Fred. Teddy introduced him to Ellen as an old boot camp buddy. He explained that when he ran into Fred on the base in San Diego and discovered that he had been stationed there too, he simply couldn't resist inviting him home for dinner. After dinner, Teddy and Fred sat at the table talking navy talk and laughing about some of the adventures they had shared while at boot camp. Ellen, feeling like an outsider, found an excuse to go into the other room where she sat by herself on the bed, patiently waiting for her husband's friend to leave. But she was sleeping with her clothes on by the time Teddy came in to tell her that he was driving good ol' Fred back to the base and would be home in a couple of hours.
The next night he brought another friend home-a pimple-faced youth named Art whom he had met only that afternoon. Art was from Gilbert, Wisconsin, a town located just a hundred or so miles from Davis. For this reason, Teddy kept referring to him as "neighbor", and insisted that he stay for dinner. Ellen tried her best to be hospitable, but her disappointment was apparent.
When Art had gone and she and Teddy were alone at last, she said, "Teddy, do you have to bring your buddies home every night?"
"What's the matter, honey?" he asked. "Don't you like my friends?"
"It isn't that," she said, trying to keep her lips from trembling. "It's just that I hoped we could be alone for a while. We never really had a honeymoon, you know."
Teddy's face reddened at what he thought was an obvious reference to sex, and he turned away to avoid meeting her glance. "I ... I guess you're right," he said. "I just didn't think of it."
Ellen stepped towards him, reaching for his hand. She was glad that she had told him what was on her mind. And she was grateful that he appeared to understand her. Taking his hand in hers, she led him toward the bedroom, her heart pounding thunderously with passionate excitement. This time, she was sure, it would be different. This time, she was sure, it would be wonderful. This time the earth would move.
Teddy just stood there, in the middle of the bedroom floor, watching as she undressed for him. She took her clothes off slowly, trying to be sexy and seductive. She could see the front of Teddy's pants tenting outward as his cock hardened to full, demanding erection. Completely naked, she threw herself onto the bed, lying back with her legs spread and licking her lips suggestively.
Teddy tore the clothes from his body with trembling hands. Nude at last, he stood at the foot of the bed looking at her. From where he stood, he could see the moist and dewy lips of her flowering red slash. The sight of it made his balls ache and his throat dry. His swollen cock stood straight out from the front of his body, pointing to her pussy like the needle of a compass.
When she saw it, she gasped with delight. It looked so beautiful, so powerful, so masculine. She wanted to hold it in her hand, to fondle it, to press it to her cheek. She wanted to stroke and caress his hard and muscular body and to roll in the snug security of his circling arms. When he started moving towards her, she extended her arms to him, anxious to hold him against her and to rub her nude and hard-nippled little tits against him.
But Teddy let her down again. As soon as he had climbed onto the bed, he crawled between her knees. He mounted her quickly, steadying his stiffly swaying cock with one hand and using the other to spread the lips of her cunt and hold her open for him. He lowered his body onto hers until he felt the soft moistness of her inner cuntal membranes against his pulsating cockhead. Then he plunged forward, burying himself to the hilt in the depths of her tight and almost virginal pussy.
He was finished almost before he had begun, his orgasm announcing itself with a grunting moan which tore from his throat like thunder from the heavens. His hips bucked wildly and a torrent of fluid warmth, shot from his cock, filling her pussy to overflowing and wetting the mattress beneath her ass.
He dismounted immediately, kissing her lightly on the lips. "Not bad," he said. "Not bad at all." Ellen shut her eyes tightly in silent desperation.
Since that night, they made love on two other occasions. But each was a model of the first. There was never any preliminaries and their acts of intercourse never took longer than a minute or two. Ellen found herself becoming nervous and irritable, feeling frustrated and unfulfilled.
At first she blamed Teddy for her disappointment. But lately she was beginning to wonder whether in fact it was not she who was at fault. Perhaps she was expecting too much from the marital relation. Perhaps sex was, as she had learned in Sunday school, nothing more than a reproductive function of the body. Maybe she had no right to expect pleasure and satisfaction for herself. Maybe she was a sex fiend. A pervert.
Her hands were shaking so badly that she spilled coffee all over herself when she tried to raise the cup to her lips. Uttering a little cry of dismay, she tossed the rest of the liquid into the sink and reached for a towel with which to clean up the mess. I've got to get out of here, she thought. I've got to talk to somebody before I go nuts. Running into the bedroom, she dressed quickly, stepping into a pair of jeans and slipping a sweater over her head. She didn't even bother to put on a bra.
She hoped that Marilyn would be home. She had spoken to her neighbor a few times during the past week, and liked her quite a lot. Marilyn was a friendly and interesting person with whom Ellen enjoyed chatting. Her husband, who was home most of the time, did some kind of photography work and Marilyn apparently helped him. But maybe she would be willing to leave him long enough to join her for coffee this morning. Maybe talking would help her to get her mind off her troubles.
Closing the cottage door behind her, she walked down the road toward Marilyn's cabin.
As she passed the living room window on her way to the door, she saw a light flash suddenly inside the room. Turning involuntarily to glance through the window, she was stopped dead in her tracks by what she saw. Marilyn was standing with her back to the window, her right hand holding a photo-flash gun high in the air. Next to her, Ralph, her husband, was bent over, his eye peering through the lens of a large black camera which was mounted on a tripod. His camera was aimed at the bed.
On the bed, apparently posing for him, were two young women. One of them had short dark hair and the other was a blonde. Both had tremendous bosoms. And both were stark naked. But it was their pose which shocked Ellen most. For they were embracing, like lovers. Their lips were pressed together in a lingering soulful kiss, and the blonde held one of the brunette's mammoth breasts in her hand. Ellen couldn't believe her eyes.
Every few seconds, the light in Marilyn's hands would flash and Ralph would wind a little knob on his camera. And every few seconds the two naked girls would change their position slightly.
When the brunette leaned forward and placed her lips against the blonde's rosy nipple, Ellen gasped in disbelief. Turning suddenly, she ran off towards her home, nearly falling when her toe caught on an exposed root. But she managed to keep her balance and continue running, not stopping until she was safe inside her cottage. She felt parched and dry, and headed straight for the sink to get a glass of water.
Steadying herself against the sink for a moment, she stood trying to catch her breath while she waited for the water to run cold. Then she filled a glass and gulped thirstily, as though trying to quench a fire which raged deep inside her. She refilled her glass immediately, drinking until she could hold no more.
She still felt shocked and a little frightened, but her feeling of panic was gone. She went to the couch and sat down on it, her head spinning as she tried to make sense of what she saw. Marilyn's husband had obviously been shooting some kind of pornography. That was plain enough! But Ellen always thought that dirty pictures involved men and women having sex. What she had seen through Marilyn's window was something different. Something sick. Depraved.
But there was something about it which was exciting, too, in a strange and inexplicable way. Ellen had never seen women doing those things before. But she had heard about it. And she had wondered. Back at Davis High School there had once been a scandal involving two girls who were caught doing something dirty in the bathroom. Ellen never completely understood what it was, but it had often haunted her thoughts, filling her head with lewd and perverted fantasies.
In a way she was sorry that she had been so quick to run from Marilyn's cabin. There was something fascinating about the sight of the two women petting and caressing each other's bodies. It had given her a warm, wet feeling between her legs. And maybe that was what she had been afraid of.
Ellen found the feeling returning as she thought about what she had seen. It was like the feeling she got just before Teddy entered her during their clumsy bouts of lovemaking. But it was deeper. More compelling. And somehow it carried a greater promise of fulfillment. like an automation guided by some powerful exterior force, she rose from the couch and headed for the door. She would walk over quietly and see if the girls were still posing. If they were, she would peek through the window for just a few minutes. Then she would return to her cottage. A few minutes wouldn't hurt.
Ralph removed the film from his camera as soon as he was finished shooting, wrapping it in foil before storing it in its can. His cock was as stiff as a steel rail and he was anxious to be done with his work so that he could bury it in Marilyn's vivacious body. Next to him, Marilyn was unplugging the wires which connected the photo-flash to its rechargeable battery-pack. She, too, was anxious to get business out of the way. Today's session had excited her more than any ever had before. It was the first time Ralph had ever shot a lesbian series while she was in the room, and the memory of the two female models' erotic gyrations was having a strange effect on her.
She glanced at the girls, who had finished dressing and were fixing their hair. Ordinarily, she would have offered them coffee and sandwiches or something, but today her hostess instincts were overpowered by more basic ones. "I'll get your bags," she said, going to the closet in which she had placed the models' purses when the girls arrived.
The blonde looked at her and smiled. Then she winked at Ralph and said, "Looks like you're going to have your hands full after we leave."
Ralph laughed. "Then what the hell are you waiting for?" he asked.
"Don't forget to send us a check," she called, waving gaily to Ralph and Marilyn as she and her partner climbed into their car.
The moment they were gone, Marilyn grabbed Ralph's hand and dragged him toward the bed. "Come on," she said, breathless. "Come on and fuck me. Before I scream." She pulled her clothes off as she went, scattering them on the floor around her. By the time she reached the bed, she was naked, a trail of rumpled clothing in her wake.
Ralph stopped long enough to remove his clothes and fold them neatly, placing them on the couch in a neat pile. He stood for a moment looking at Marilyn, his fingers circling his erect cock and stroking it lightly. "You're a hot little cookie, you are," he said, affecting a cockney accent.
"If you keep me waiting any longer," she answered, "I'll burn to a crisp. Today's session came close to doing me in. I never realized how exciting it could be to watch two girls getting it on that way. Makes me wonder what I've been missing, sticking to men all this time."
Ralph laughed. "Any time you get the urge to find out," he said, "you go right ahead. Don't let me stand in the way. But for now, I'll do the best I can with this measly little weapon." He gave his cock a shake to emphasize his words. "I hope it doesn't disappoint you too much."
"I guess it'll have to do," she said, kidding.
Taking a step closer towards the bed, he stopped for a moment. "Would you like some pictures of us fucking?" he asked.
"Is it a lot of hassle?" queried Marilyn.
"No, not really," he answered. "I've got the timer all hooked up. All I have to do is flip the switch and the camera will take a picture of the bed automatically, every thirty seconds. But I'll have to put in a new roll of film."
"Skip it then," Marilyn replied. "I can't wait any longer." She began rubbing her hands across the hair-covered prominence of her pubic mound, nudging her quivering little clitoris with her fingertips as she did so. The sight made Ralph's hard-on twitch excitedly. Noticing his organ's response, Marilyn sat up and extended her arms, reaching for its pulsating length.
Neither of them heard the footsteps which carried their young neighbor to the living room window. And neither of them noticed her face, pale, trembling, and distorted with voyeuristic lust as she pressed her nose to the glass so that she could get a better view.
Disappointed, at first, that the models had dressed and were leaving, Ellen was about to turn and go back to her cottage when her attention was attracted to Ralph and Marilyn. The couple were carrying on like characters in a pornographic movie. Ellen stared in excited disbelief as Marilyn moved quickly toward the bed, stripping as she went. When Ralph undressed and stood with his cock in his hand, she gasped in surprise. His penis was tremendous. Even bigger than Teddy's.
Until that moment, Teddy's cock had been the only one which she ever saw, and she had just sort of assumed that all of them looked alike. But what she was seeing now was demonstrating just how wrong she had been. Although Ralph was much shorter than Teddy, his cock was almost one and a half times as long. And it was so thick that when he held it, his fingertips were unable to meet his thumb. Also, it was deeper in color-almost bluish in its aroused distension.
She felt a burning sensation between her legs, as though her sensitive young pussy had been bruised with sandpaper and then painted with iodine. Holding her breath for fear that someone would overhear her gasping inhales and sibilant exhales, she placed her hand over the crotch of her tight-fitting jeans in a vain effort to soothe the searing itch which was spreading from the lips of her cunt to her entire pelvic plane.
When Marilyn reached for Ralph's meaty cock and held it in her hand, Ellen felt a thin rivulet of liquid squeeze out from between her pouting pussylips and wet the inside of one of her thighs. She rubbed her hand back and forth across her cushiony mount of Venus, trying to blot the trickling liquid with the absorbent material of her pants.
Marilyn was stroking the immense hard-on now, rubbing her fingers lightly up and down its thickly throbbing length. Ellen had never, except in her daydreams and fantasies, touched her own husband's cock. She couldn't imagine what it felt like. Marilyn was handling Ralph's penis softly and tenderly, as if it were soft and fragile like that of a tiny baby. But something about the massive organ looked cruel and hard. As though it could take any punishment offered with rubbery stoicism, waiting patiently for its chance to retaliate by battering at sensitive vaginal tissues like wooden walls which needed to be broken down.
Marilyn's fingers moved lazily over the heavy hard-on's glisteningly purple tip in a gently grazing spiral. Ellen saw a tiny jewel of moisture forming, and her head filled with a wishful vision of her own husband's cock secreting the same kind of moisture while she held it lovingly in her hand. She had always wanted to stroke and cuddle his penis, but she never had the guts to try it. It seemed like too aggressive an act for a woman. She had been brought up to believe that men belonged to the stronger sex. And she, therefore, assumed that Teddy should be the leader in their lovemaking.
But watching Marilyn play, abandonedly and uninhibitedly with her husband's cock was a revelation to Ellen. Ralph was obviously very much a man-especially if the size of his penis was any barometer. Yet he was permitting--even enjoying, by the look on his face-his wife to be the aggressor, while he remained passive and submissive.
He was standing next to the bed now, his feet apart on the floor. Marilyn, who was sitting on the mattress, was holding his stiff cock in one hand and jerking it slowly up and down, while, with the other hand, she cupped his massive scrotum, juggling his swinging testicles in her hand. The wrinkled bag of nuts was covered with a downy growth of shiny black hair which curled like Brillo. Marilyn ran her fingertips lightly across it, tickling his scrotal membranes with one of her long pointed fingernails.
"Ooooooooohhhh, yeeeeesssss," Ralph moaned. He could feel Marilyn's warm breath bathing and caressing the head of his cock as she leaned towards his moist and fragrant groin. Pursing her lips, she planted a wet and noisy kiss on the glistening little slit which split the purple knob capping his penile tower.
"Aaaaaaannnnngggggg," he groaned, his expressions of pleasure so uncontrolled and unashamed that Ellen heard them right through the closed window. The passionate sounds were affecting her as potently as the erotic sights. Her nipples had become so turgid and hard that they ached. And while she continued to rub her pussy idly with one hand, the other moved to her breast. She pinched her nipples through the soft material of her sweater, trying to quiet the dull and aching pain which throbbed within them. But the more she rubbed and the more she pinched, the deeper the ache seemed to become. And the deeper the ache, the stronger her need to rub it.
Marilyn's hands had moved around to cup Ralph's hairy ass-cheeks while her lips planted a tingling series of kisses up and down the length of his penile shaft. His ass was twitching and jumping crazily, the firm and heavy cheeks snapping together and falling apart with mounting rhythm. Ellen could see muscles rippling under the surface of his smoothly contoured buttocks. It made him look even stronger and more powerful.
Each time his buttocks spread, Marilyn's long probing fingers moved closer to the dark and shadowy crack between them. Finally the fingers of both hands were touching, back to back, inside the crevice of the photographer's ass. Pulling his cheeks apart, she pressed him forward, opening her mouth to accept the glistening head of his quivering cock
Ellen gasped as the long, thick sausage of rigid meat inched forward into Marilyn's wide-open mouth. The redhead appeared to be running her tongue over and around the mammoth member's underside. And Ralph's hips were beginning to roll to the left and the right as though he were possessed by some erotic Saint Vitus's dance.
"Aaaaahhhhh! Aaaahhhhh! Aaaaahhhhh!" he grunted, his head thrown back like a wild beast howling for its mate. Ellen's own body was drenched in sweat as her eyes glued to the lascivious scene. She no longer cared whether anyone saw her or whether what she was doing was wrong. She was completely mesmerized by it, en-rapt and imprisoned by her own lewd curiosity and the thoroughly erotic nature of the peeped-at encounter.
Suddenly Marilyn let go of Ralph's ass and pulled her head back, allowing his cock to pop from her mouth. She leaned back languorously and elaborately, throwing her legs open and taking hold of Ralph's stiff prick. Pulling on it like a handle, she drew him forward until his knees were touching the edge of the bed. She continued pulling on his cock, giving him the choice of either climbing onto the bed or falling onto it. He chose the former, moving towards her on his knees and allowing her to direct him by the pressure of her hand on his cock.
When he was next to her, he placed his hands over the soft white hillocks of her breasts, cuddling them gently in his cupped palms and then kneading them softly with his fingers. Her nipples had risen from soft pink discs, flat and dormant, to ripe red strawberries, thick, full, and waiting to be plucked and eaten.
Ellen felt her own nipples, stiff against the front of her sweater, and resisted the urge to pull up the garment and look down at herself. She knew that her body didn't compare to Marilyn's, but she was sure that her tits were capable of as much sensation as anyone's. Every movement of her fluttering fingers was bringing a new shock wave of aroused response crashing across her body.
Holding one of Marilyn's tits in both hands, Ralph leaned forward and ran the broad, flat blade of his tongue across its puckered surface. Ellen could see the rosy pap hardening still more, standing up straight to meet the lapping thrusts of his laving tongue. Then, continuing to press his mouth to her rigid, rubbery nipple, he eased himself into position over her.
Marilyn's thighs were spread so far that Ellen could see right into the flowering slash of her moist red pussy from where she stood. The lips had pulled back, revealing the deep gash which called out invitingly to Ralph's cock. Her cunt was the color of aged meat, and Ellen wished that she could move in closer for a better look. She understood the female genitalia only slightly more than she did the male.
As Ralph lowered the bottom half of his body into the space between Marilyn's thighs, his cock dangled at the mouth of her hair-lined cuntal opening. Marilyn raised her legs in the air, pointing her feet at the ceiling and forming a huge V with her twat at its apex. Then, with a slow and deliberate movement, she wrapped her legs around Ralph's waist, drawing him down onto her by locking her ankles together just above his ass.
His cock slid forward, spreading the lips of her pussy the way an icebreaker moves across the Arctic Sea. The thickly greased membranes of her inner cunt rolled back for him, closing tightly around his manly girth as he plowed deeper. Her cunt fit him. like a fleshy condom, stretching tightly around his erect cock to press erotically at each of its blood-engorged ridges. As he drove forward, a long wailing cry of pleasured agony tore from Marilyn's lips.
"Aaaaaaiiiiiiyyyyyyy," she howled. Her breathing was hoarse and shallow, filling the air with asthmatic sobs which made Ellen moan in sympathetic envy. "Fuck me, Ralphie," she demanded. "Fuck me good and fuck me deep. Ooooohhhh yeeeeesssssss. Fuck me like that. Ooooooooooooh, Ralphieeeeee, fuuuuucccckkk meeeeee gooooood."
Ellen looked furtively around her, fearful that Marilyn's cries might attract attention and bring the world rushing to her door. Then, a thousand accusing fingers would point in her direction, highlighting her voyeuristic guilt and she would be forever disgraced. But the birds were still chirping and the squirrels still running. And, for a moment, the undisturbed order of the universe made Ellen wonder if any of it was really happening. But when she looked back again at the writhing figures on the camera-surrounded bed, the rest of the world faded vaguely into the background.
It was happening all right! And Ellen could no more turn away from it than a rabbit can turn away once it has been caught by the hypnotic stare of a coyote. She was rooted to the spot, incapable of voluntary motion until the spectacle in front of her had reached its conclusion. And the conclusion didn't look like it would be much farther off.
Marilyn's naked body was writhing and twisting like a pinned snake, and Ellen could hear her howling shrieks of ecstatic delight shattering the stillness of the air around her. "Ooooooowwww, dooooooiiiiiit," she screamed, her obscene commands inspiring Ralph to even quicker tempos of copulation and even deeper thrusts with his punishing prick.
His ass was rolling and bobbing in the air, powered by the dynamo of Marilyn's twat and set in motion by the energy of their mutual lust. Marilyn's movements were the exact mirror-opposite of his. Each time he moved upwards, drawing his cock from her pussy, she moved downwards, pressing her smooth, round ass against the mattress beneath her. And each time he drove forward, burying the hardness of his manhood in the softness of her cunt, she arched her back, lifting her buttocks clear of the mattress and rising to meet his thrust with her own willing body.
The air crackled with static electricity generated by their thrusting bodies whipping together and apart with the speed of a printing press running at full tilt. It looked to Ellen as though they would explode at any minute. Then, with the fury of a thousand volcanoes, their joint orgasm began. Ralph's hips pumped violently, the tip of his cock reaching for the warmth of her belly with each driving advance. Their juices mingled within the cavern of her womb, cementing their bodies together for one eternal instant.
As they came, their voices joined in a guttural chorus of grunts and howls which jolted Ellen back to reality. She knew that if she didn't leave there immediately, she would be discovered by the wildly fucking lovers as soon as their passion was spent. And that didn't leave much time, since it was evident that they had already reached the peak of their excitement.
Tearing herself reluctantly from her neighbors' window, she turned and headed for her own cottage. She moved quickly, not breaking into a run for fear of the noise she would make, but walking as swiftly as possible. As she walked, she gasped and panted in an effort to catch her breath. The cries of passion emanating from the little cabin down the road rang in her ears like the music of the barnyard back home in Davis.
Running into her house, she slammed the door behind her and snapped the lock. She was frightened, though she knew not why, and felt safer with her door bolted, though she wasn't really certain of who or what she was closing it against. She sat for a long time, smoking cigarettes and thinking about what she had just seen and what she had just experienced. Somehow, it seemed related to her own problems. And maybe, if she tried hard enough, she could learn something from it.