Chapter 1
The screeching school bell rang resounding on the vast paved playgrounds and on the street outside where all the mommies in their cars sat parked and waiting. In another moment, the doors opened and the children came streaming out, liberated from the boring classrooms into the lovely fragrant air of early June. Their happy bubbling voices filled the air as they called to each other and jumped and skipped and ran to the waiting cars.
Dora Butler felt her heart skip a beat as she saw her three little ones approaching. Gina, 9, Larry 7 and Suzy, 6. She still felt the original joy she felt as she gave birth to each of them. She could still hardly believe that at thirty she was the mother of three.
Just as the three little Butlers reached the car Suzy tripped on the curb and fell down scraping her knee. Mothers up and down the street leaned out of their cars at the sound of the screaming child.
Dora rushed out to the curb to pick up the child. Suzy clung to her mother's breasts as she sobbed, her little face all wrinkled with pain.
Dora checked the knee and found it was no more than a minor scratch. But to a child, no scratch, no pain was minor. She picked little Suzy up and put her in the back seat of the car.
Gina and Larry were already in the back fighting over something.
"Children, stop fighting. Why didn't one of you keep your eye on Suzy? She's the youngest. You should be watching out for her."
"Mommy, he said I was the ugliest girl in the school," wailed Gina hitting Larry on the head.
"Momma, she hit me on the head," wailed Larry.
"Ok, everybody, shut up!" said Dora. She placed little Suzy in the little seat attached to the back seat of the car and strapped her in.
"You sit up front of with me. I have to keep you two separate to keep you from hitting each other I see," said Dora. She took Larry by the scruff of the neck and helped him into the front seat. Honestly, sometimes they were like little kittens and she was the momma cat.
"How come he gets to sit up front with you Momma? I want to sit up front. He sat up front yesterday!" wailed Gina.
Dora sighed. "That's right," she admitted. "Larry, you go in back with your little sister Suzy. It's Gina's turn to ride up front."
"Aw, but Mommy, you promised. You said I could!" Larry set up a cry that could be heard up and down the block. Most of the other cars were pulling away from the school now.
A red stationwagon stopped alongside Dora Butler's car and a familiar red head leaned across the front seat and spoke to Dora.
"Is Suzy all right? I saw her take that fall. It looked like a bad one." It was the voice of Mitzy Logan, Dora's next door neighbor at the Anchorage. Dora and Mitzy had been best friends ever since they arrived together as newcomers, with their families, in the new little development called the Anchorage, on the newly reclaimed swampland on the south side of suburban New Mount Belle.
"Suzy's okay. Thanks for stopping. It's just these screaming meemies that get on my nerves." Dora indicated the kids in the back seat.
Mitzy laughed. "I know what you mean." She had two fighting children in the back seat of her car.
"See you later, after dinner for coffee? After we get them all to sleep?" asked Mitzy.
"It's a date," said Dora, and she waved goodbye.
At home it was hard to get the older kids to do their homework. There were only three weeks left to go in school and discipline in the house had gone to hell.
The kids were rowdy all through supper. Frank had phoned to say he would be late, so Dora fed the kids first, coaxing them through the lamb chops and lima beans. Tricking them into drinking all their milk.
"Yuch, Mommy. I hate lima beans. They look like snails," Gina wrinkled her nose.
Dora sighed. She wondered how a little girl like Gina could be so beautiful- Gina had long dark curly hair like her mother's and a beautiful little round face with a peaches and cream complexion. How could this little charmer be so pretty in appearance- like a woman already- and yet be so obnoxious in her manner?
"Eat one more mouthful and then you can have dessert," said Dora.
She brushed one of her own black curls out of her forehead and stared at her reflection in the gleaming toaster on one side of the table. She saw a line across her forehead that she had never noticed before.
Gina pretended to take one more mouthful but actually she dropped it on the floor. Larry saw her and did the same, and then little Suzy did the same too. Dora didn't notice. She saw the three empty plates.
"My little angels," she said and she cleared away their dishes and brought out the chocolate pudding. There were no arguments about eating dessert. Why did children like sweet things so much, she wondered? There must be some natural affinity between kids and sugar.
The thought stirred her as she recalled an article she had read that day at the beauty parlor. The article was called, "Sex and the Things Your Mother Never Told You." It spoke of how certain foods could stimulate and fan the interest of a man. Unfortunately, Dora had not had time to read the entire article. Another woman had sat down next to her, where she sat under the hair dryer, and Dora had turned the page. She did not want to be seen reading an article about sex. Someone might see her reading it, and think that Dora did not have a satisfying sex life. Talking or even reading about sex in public embarrassed Dora. Thinking about it, even now, made her uncomfortable. Not in front of the kids, she thought and then she almost laughed at herself.
How would the kids know what she was thinking about? Her thighs were slightly moist as she sat there at the table watching her three big healthy children mopping up the last of the chocolate pudding out of the glass dishes with their fingers. Then there were the fights over which TV program they would watch. Then the fight over the baths. Then coaxing them into their pajamas, and the long goodnights at then-bed sides.
Even after she had left them all in the room they shared, and turned out the lights and said the final goodnights, she heard noises coming from their room and she had to go back in one or two times to tell them to shut up, threatening them with a spanking from their father if they didn't settle down.
"When is Daddy coming home, Mommy?" Gina asked.
"I don't know honey. He said he had to work late tonight. He didn't say exactly what time he'd be home. Now go to sleep. He'll come in and give you a kiss when he gets home."
Finally all was quiet.
Dora lit herself a cigarette and called up Mitzy. "All's quiet on the western front," she said into the phone, listening to the wonderful silence in her home. "Frank won't be home til late. How about that cup of coffee now? Want to come over? I've got some more chocolate pudding too," Dora invited.
"Ben's out late tonight too. He's been working late every night this week on that new contract he's so sure of getting. They're putting in their bid at the end of the week. He said if he gets this contract, it could mean a vacation in Florida for us next winter!" Mitzy spoke with great pride of her husband's achievement.
"Well, come over for coffee. I'm dying for a good talk," Dora found herself almost pleading.
"All right. Be over in three sees," Mitzy said.
But as soon as Dora hung up she heard the car in the driveway.
She called Mitzy back immediately. "Sorry, but I have to can that invite. The man of the house just pulled into the driveway. Let's make it tomorrow."
"Okay, I understand," said Mitzy. "Tomorrow."
Dora hung up. She heard the front door open.
"Hi honey," she called from the kitchen. She straightened her apron over her jeans. She wished she'd had time to put on some make-up, but he hadn't given her any idea of what time he'd be home and she'd only just gotten the kids to bed.
Frank tramped into the kitchen, leaving muddy footprints behind him.
"Honey! Look what you're doing! Oh no!" She followed the trail of his footprints all the way across the clean kitchen floor and across the red shag carpet in the living room to the front door. "Oh honey! How could you do that! Didn't you wipe your feet at the door? Where have you been that you got so muddy?" She was down on her knees wiping away at the mud on the kitchen floor with a sponge.
"Oh sorry," Frank Logan said offhandedly. "The general manager of the east coast operation was in town and I had to take him out to dinner. It started to rain and I must have stepped in a puddle. I thought I wiped my feet at the door, but I guess I didn't. Can't you clean that up later?" he asked.
"You mean you've already had dinner?" Dora asked. "Why didn't you tell me you were going to eat. I'd have eaten with the kids instead of waiting for you."
"Sorry, honey," he said. "Joe McDonald only showed up at the last minute, and at first it was only going to be for drinks but it turned into dinner too. Could you make me a drink?"
Dora sighed and headed for the dry sink. She couldn't complain after all. Frank's success as regional manager of the Heavenly Pop chain of fast food stores was responsible for this house and all the lovely furniture and belongings they had. She understood that he had to wine and dine Joe McDonald when he came to town.
"Doesn't Joe McDonald like to dine with the wives ever too?" Dora asked and she brought Frank his drink, coyly draping her arm around his neck and kissing the back of his head as she did so.
"Joe prefers to do business with no women around. He says they only get in the way and gum things up. He can't talk freely with them around. You understand, honey, don't you?"
"I thought this was dinner, not business," said Dora, tickling the back of his neck with her newly groomed nails. Wataday. She had gotten her roots dyed again and her nails done and a facial.
"Dora, honey, please, not now. I'm very tired. And you know how that irritates me." He removed her hand from the back of his neck.
She moved away hurt.
He downed his drink and sighed. "How are the kids?"
"I'm surprised you remember them," she sniffed.
"Oh come on. Don't you start on me too now," he said. He brought his feet down from where they had been resting on the table with a bang.
"I'm going to take a shower," he said. "Fix me another drink, honey?" he said. He stood up and prepared to take his brief case and jacket into the bedroom with him, but a look of disgust came over his face. He lifted his heel and looked at it. The bottom of his shoe was covered with mashed lima beans. He looked under the floor and saw the three little piles of lima beans.
"Dora, do you know what's under the table? The kids have been throwing their food under the table again. Why can't you make them something they like to eat so they won't throw the food under the table?"
Frank left for the shower and Dora was still cleaning the mud her husband had tracked in and the beans her kids had dropped on the floor, now mashed into the floor by her husband's shoe. She threw the sponge on the floor in disgust, but after a moment, when she heard the shower Water running and thought of her husband getting in to the hot steamy water naked, she smiled and picked up the sponge and happily scrubbed at the dirt.
Frank got into bed early but he opened his briefcase on his lap in bed and went through the papers he had to have ready for tomorrow. The Heavenly Pop chain was expanding into a whole new area of Westchester.
Dora busied herself with sorting out the clean wash she had done that morning. She put on her green nylon nightgown at eleven and kept glancing up at Frank as she went about their bedroom doing little chores. She kept waiting and hoping that Frank would put all the papers back in his briefcase and snap the thing shut, and look at her with that certain expression that he reserved for nights of special passion. On those nights, when he really was hot for her, he would put everything else aside and say to her, with a certain gleam in his black eyes, "Honey, let's pretend we're teenage lovers again."
He hadn't said that in a long time. He had been so busy and preoccupied with all the new paperwork at work.
Finally it was midnight and he still hadn't looked up. Disheartedly, Dora sat down at her dressing table and creamed her face. Well, she didn't have to worry about looking like an old housewife tonight, for Frank wasn't interested.
She climbed into bed beside him and lay with her back to him. Two big tears dripped out of her eyes. After a while she heard the snap of Frank's briefcase which meant he was through working for the evening.
"Goodnight, honey," he said, and he snapped out the lights.
They both lay there in the dark without touching. Dora listened to the regular sound of his breathing, and she listened to the far off sounds of trucks moving down the great highways that surrounded their city. She listened to the peaceful quiet of their house. All the children were asleep. Frank turned over and she suddenly felt something hard pushing into her back.
Her heart leaped with joy, and she turned in bed with a dreamy smile on her face. But it was only Frank's elbow sticking into her back. He lay with his eyes closed, a peaceful look on his face.
Frank had pale blue eyes and a pale white skin and sandy-colored hair. He had a good build for a man of thirty-two who mostly sat in a chair all day and didn't get much air or exercise. In fact, Dora realized, he was getting kind of flabby. He had been all hard muscle when they married. In those days, Frank was driving a cab. Now that he was a respectable businessman, successful and self-made, he was becoming soft and flabby. The thought of being married to a man who would become softer and flabbier as the years went by, who would notice her less and less, really upset Dora and she lay in bed crying unnoticed by her husband.
A few drops of her tears fell on his arm and he woke up. "Dora, honey, what's wrong?" he asked. Now he took her in his arms.
Dora looked into the pale blue eyes and wondered what he saw when he looked at her: a worn-out housewife of thirty, also getting a little flabby, the producer of his children, a worn-out machine?
"I-I want to... " Dora didn't know what she wanted. Or rather, she didn't know how to put it into words. She wanted, everything, she wanted more, so much more.
"Oh, I know what you want," said Frank. "Come here," he said gently.
"Your mascara is running, you look funny," he said, wiping her eyes with the sheet.
Dora felt a movement under the sheet and she knew that Frank was making himself hard. She put a hand down to his cock and felt his fingers on his hardening penis.
"Let me do that," she said, trying to push his hand away.
"No let me. I can do it faster," he said, pushing her hand away.
Dora lay there, wanting to cry more, from joy or sorrow now, she didn't know.
"Okay, come here," Frank said. He rolled over on top of her and put his hard cock to her legs.
His cock came up against the closed lips of her sex. She was utterly dry and unexcited. She felt like crying again. Here she had been thinking about this - all day long, getting excited and moist in the car, while she fed the kids, and now, here he was ready to do it to her, and she was dry and she wasn't excited. It seemed like it was always better and more exciting in her imagination.
He tried to shove it in her but it just wouldn't go.
"Forget it, forget it," Dora said.
She tried to roll away under him.
"No, what do you mean forget it? You get me all hot and then you say forget it? No way. Wait I'll get it in. Hold on."
Dora watched while Frank put some saliva on his fingers and then touched his fingers to his cock under the sheets.
"Okay, now it will go in," he said.
Dora spread her legs wide and closed her eyes. The green gown was up around her waist.
Frank guided the head of his wet cock to the entrance of her cave and this time the moistened head could make entrance past the dry pussylips. Once he had pushed partways into her, her pussy did respond and get wetter. Frank was already stuffed completely into her. His cock was all the way into her pussy, up to the hilt of his shaft.
He quickly moved on top of her, and Dora stared up at the grotesque contortions of his face. The thin skin around his eyes was tight and she could see the crows' feet tighten, and his thin lips were compressed. He gripped her by the shoulders.
She felt the painful friction of his cock rubbing like a painful irritation or intrusion into her unprepared pussy.
Frank jumped up and down on top of her, gripped her tightly once more, and then stopped.
He sighed into her ear, "Oh that was good. I felt you come."
Then he popped his cock out of her and turned over once on the bed. In an instant he was asleep.
Dora lay awake for many hours. Many questions went through her mind. She felt so dumb. How could she be the mother of three and still have so many questions about sex.
Was this all there was to it? Was sex getting less exciting than it had always been, or was it the same as always, but she was just less interested? Frank wasn't doing anything different, he was fucking her just the same as he always had. Maybe that was the problem, she figured.
She wondered what the sex was like between Mitzie and her husband Ben. She'd never asked because she had been brought up to think that one did not discuss these matters with friends, not even with husbands.
Other questions, of an even more basic nature, went through her mind. Frank had said he felt her coming. But she hadn't been aware of coming. Could she come and not be aware of it? Could she come and not even feel it? How could this be? What could be more unfair? Men always felt it when they came? Why were women's ways so damned mysterious?
Dora finally fell asleep at three in the morning and she had many strange dreams. She dreamt that she heard the trucks rolling past outside their suburban house. She dreamt that she heard a big truck roll up right in front of their house and stopped. She rose and went to the bedroom window and saw two dark figures in the cab of the truck. They were drinking beer and beckoning to her. In her housecoat and slippers she crept downstairs and out the front door. The moon shone and the smell of the newly green bushes and grass filled the air.
The men opened the cab door and two pairs of thick dirty hands helped pull her into the cab of the truck.
The two men seated her between them. One of them wore a dirty cap and had a tooth missing in front. His grin was lewd and dirty. The other was blonde and had a scruffy beard. They started up the truck and drove her to a deserted back road.
They were laughing and joking with each other but it was as if they spoke a foreign language because she didn't understand a word they said.
Sitting between them she felt beautiful and mysterious. They all knew what they were heading for. She didn't say a word when they stopped the truck and turned to her.
She put a hand on each of their crotches. Under the tough denim of two pairs of jeans she felt two prongs harden. She unzipped their flies and began rubbing the bright red veined meat that lay beneath.
They had their large dirty hands under her housecoat and each of them caressed a breast roughly. They held her nipples between their thick finger and tweaked and twitched them until she cried out in pain. They laughed and spit out the windows of the truck. She took her hands off their cock for a moment and tore off her housecoat. She sat naked between them.. She took their hands and put them between her legs. She spread her legs wide open across both their laps.
In a minute she had two pairs of hands sticking fingers in her wet cunt. She felt as if she were being plied by an octopus but she felt as if she couldn't have enough fingers stuck up inside her, jockeying for a place in her slimy cave.
The moonlight came in sharp through the windshield as she went down on the seat. She sucked one cock. It was so huge it filled her mouth to the aching stretching point. She was sucking off the blonde on her hands and knees. Suddenly she felt the second truckdriver stuff his cock in her soaking cunt. As he pumped-her from behind she pumped the blonde with the aching muscles of her mouth.
She felt the blonde's prong in her harden and her mouth and throat gripped his dipstick, while the prong of the man behind her sank up and into her as if she were a butterfly being impaled on a needle.
There was a gushing in her mouth like a white spermy fountain, and a gushing in her cunt like a firehose and she stiffened between the two fountains of pumping sperm, electrified and her pussy quaked. The two men groaned and shouted as her mouth and pussy clamped down on them fiercely. They had finished spurting but she was still coming. Wave after wave of trembling passed over her as she held the still erect prongs in the two openings at either end of her body. She wouldn't let either of them go.
Finally her passion had passed. But in a moment the two men were hard again. They were looking at her and stroking their chins and grinning. This time, without a word, the blonde pushed her back across the lap of the dark-haired man and he stuck his face into her sopping cunt. She could feel the scruffy stubble of her beard on the soft inner flesh of her cunt. He was pulling her pussylips open so that the clit popped out and he was stroking her clit with his scruffy chin. This brought her to a sharp pleasure that was searing and painful, so deep was it and so fulfilling. He dipped his fingers into her simultaneously. The second man was bouncing her large tawny boobs in his hands and stroking her belly and waist.
He turned on the seat and kneeled over her head so that his cock and balls hung down right over her mouth. Again she had a huge ugly member in her mouth.
His cock had little hairs all over it and she almost choked when he fitted it into her mouth for her throat could not hold the entire width of him. He sank his cock deep into her throat and shot a hot stream of cum down her throat.
She gulped down the steaming liquid while sinking her fingernails into the shoulders of the scrawny youth who still worked his cunt with his pointed chin and scruffy beard.
The walls of her cunt were soft and wet and expanding but all that was in it were the scruffy youth's fingers and her cunt cried out for something bigger, something huge, something fat and hard and thick and relentless.
They twirled her around again and again she had the blonde youth's dick in her mouth still overflowing from the burly dark-haired man's cum, and again the dark-haired man was ramming her cunt full with his cock.- " She squeezed his cock so hard that the man screamed and panted for breath and she stretched her legs open wider. She heard a train barrel by and she was overcome by the sensation of melting and sinking and ramming and coming that was making her whole body feel like a puddle of mud by the roadside while her cunt was on fire.
The men lay back exhausted on the seat but still she wasn't satisfied. Immediately she was ready to start again, but they just lay back on the seat with lewd satisfied grins on their faces. She jumped out of the cab of the truck and found herself out in the cool May air under the moon utterly naked.
There were railroad tracks nearby and the distant sound of a train whistle in the night. She jumped on the railroad tracks and started running down the iron road.
She heard the sound of the train whistle getting nearer and she could feel the trembling in the wooden ties. She knew the iron carriage, plunging like a bullet in the night, was speeding towards her, and the only thing she felt strangely enough was the unsatisfied aching in her cunt. She wanted something huge and big and tireless to plunge into her aching wet hole like a locomotive and she felt the throbbing in the night.
Her black hair flew out behind her in the night as she ran barefoot, and naked, her breasts bouncing up toward the moon, her cunt dripping with desire, down the tracks of the night, in front of the powerful locomotive barreling down behind her. Her cunt felt like a tunnel that could engulf the whole world and the moon too perhaps, and she felt she didn't care if she never got back to the truck that could return her to her happy home in the suburbs.
There was a ringing in her ears like the sound of a frying pan being dropped on the kitchen floor. It was the alarm clock.
The springs of the bed moved as Frank jumped out of bed, full of enthusiasm for the day ahead of him at work.
Dora lay in bed with her eyes closed for a moment longer.
"Dora, where's my brown tie?"
"In the closet," she muttered.
She could hear the children waking in their room. It sounded like they were already fighting.
"Dora, don't you think you should get up? The kids will be late for school," Frank called from the bathroom.
"Yes, dear," she said.
As she climbed out of bed and looked for her slippers and thought of how she had to find Larry's reading book before he left this morning, she almost forgot all about the dream of the night before. But when she heard a train whistle and stopped by the bedroom window to look out on the valley below, she saw a flash of metal through the trees and remembered the feeling of freedom she had felt while running down the tracks, and she recalled how, even after being sternly treated by the cocks of the two strange rough truckdrivers, she was still unfulfilled.