Chapter 1
Mitzi smiled up politely as her boss stood before her desk and introduced his son, Richard, just out of Santa Barbara University.
"Age-old story," said the proud father of the handsome youth. "Son takes over father's business, and father retires to his golf and country club. But Richard won't be ready for that for a year or so. I'm depending on you and the other girls, Mitzi, to break the boy in, so to speak."
One problem. When Mitzi stood up to shake the young graduate's hand, she caught his lustful glance that went right down the cleavage of her blouse, an eyeing of her breasts that brought a sparkle to his eyes, eyes that had a certain unforgettable evil.
It was only a week later that the young married woman came to realize just how evil those eyes of the horny son were! He had asked her to work an hour overtime. She protested, saying her husband, Oscar, wouldn't understand.
"Call him and tell him it's a must," the brash young man demanded.
It was then she happened to glance at his stylishly-cut silk trousers. An even throb at the crotch caused her stomach to twitch. Dare she? She hadn't cheated on her husband in the six months of their marriage, but then again, her husband hadn't been all that attentive either. There had been something missing in their marriage, but she couldn't put her finger on exactly what it was.
She didn't work an extra hour. It was closer to two when the young cocksman, Richard, had maneuvered her into a situation he must have been planning all day. Somehow she didn't mind, and that's what bothered Mitzi most. Oh, she objected, protested, acted coy and all. But in her heart she knew she didn't mind.
He had coaxed her through three drinks, and she found herself on his office couch, naked, and she didn't know how that had all come about.
Mitzi's whole body tensed like a coiled spring, in horrified anticipation of the bruising pain she expected to slam into her at any moment.
But she wasn't prepared for what happened next-pain, she would have been ready for, but not this....
Richard skillfully spread the soft, pink flanges of her young pussy, opening wide the warm, moist lips and brushing aside the downy pussyhairs that lined the sides of her damp crevice. When the narrow slit was spread wide for his amusement, exposing the puckered edges of her cunt, Richard lowered his head to the fragrant lips, catching the young girl completely by surprise.
Her body cracked like a whip as his tongue made its first, electric contact with the sensitive, nerve-filled flesh of her vulnerable vaginal lips.
"N-no ... please," she gasped, her lips trembling as Richard's tongue probed her forbidden regions deftly, bringing shivers of wicked delight that coursed unwanted over her naked flesh in involuntary spasms, completely beyond her control. She blushed bright red with embarrassment, humiliated that this total stranger, this awful man, could bring such a lascivious response from her rebellious body-and that she was powerless to stop it.
Richard opened her young, moist cuntal furrow wide with his thumbs, and burrowed his tongue and lips in the warm slit, poking into her deepest hidden crevices, each worming probe bringing a new quiver of helplessness to her naked form. Her breasts were smashed against the sofa, beneath her kneeling form, and her lovely buttocks were shoved upward invitingly, unprotected and vulnerable to his lustful plundering.
"Oh, please ... this is so awful ... please stop ... please," begged Mitzi, her face awash with stinging tears, "I don't want to ... please!"
Don't want to, my ass! She's just like all the rest, Richard thought. In a couple of minutes she'll be begging me for it!
He knew he was good with his tongue-enough women had told him so, and he knew this snotty little bitch was no different from the others. His eyes squinted with wanton anticipation as he thought of his aching prick pounding into this ripe young bitch's pussy, filling her sex-starved, empty belly with his hot, scalding sperm ... reaming her tight little hole like she'd never had it before....
Furrowing his nose into the moist juiciness of her pussy, Richard fastened his teeth ever so gently on her tiny sensitive clitoris. He knew he'd found it when her whole naked buttocks suddenly quivered violently, sending a ripple of lewd sinful pleasure shivering along her spine. Mitzi felt her small pink nipples suddenly grow hard, poking painfully into the rough fabric of the sofa cushion beneath her breasts.
Oh, my God, what's happening to me ... what kind of an animal is he making me? I'm no better than this filthy beast! I can't help myself! I can't stop this awful burning that's raging inside me!
Richard teasingly rolled the tiny bud of her throbbing clitoris between his partially clenched teeth, feeling the little nub harden and swell as he tauntingly nibbled at it, licking it roughly with his tongue as Mitzi squirmed to escape the agonizing assault on her naked loins. She tried vainly to clench her firm buttocks' cheeks together, hoping she could shut off his salacious attack, but he held her fleshy half-moons tightly in his grip, and his fingers bit into her flesh painfully when she tried to pull away, leaving bright red welts between his digits that crisscrossed her ivory buttocks.
Mitzi's eyes were tightly shut, still the tears streamed like rain down her cheeks. Oh, Oscar I need you so much! Oh, God, how I wish you were here, Oscar! You'd get me out of this! You'd know how to handle this evil man!
But as those very thoughts raced across her tortured mind, Mitzi began to be shatteringly aware of a new sensation of lewd burning desire ravinging her insides-a raging-hot flame that seemed to roar from her ravished loins into her belly-a flame she'd tried so hard, so very, very hard to suppress.
Oh, no, please God! Don't let this awful thing happen to me!
Richard chuckled to himself as her naked hips began to slowly and involuntarily grind in a quiet, steady rhythm, making tiny concentric circles as he nibbled voraciously on her throbbing clitoris.
"Ooooooooohh ... please ... pleeeaaasssee!" she moaned, her mouth half open, her eyes still tightly shut. The tears had ceased to stream down her reddened cheeks, and her head was tossed back, her red hair trailing over her bare shoulders and onto her back. "Please stop! I can't stand it! I can't stand it!"
I'll bet this is the first time she's ever been eaten, laughed Richard. Well, I'll have to do a real good job!
Pleased with himself, he stepped up the pace of his hungry ravishment of her treasured crevice, his tongue alternating between the pulsing nub of her clitoris and the sensitive, fleshy flanges of her burning young pussy. He had a tight grip on her, holding her firmly in place, and he could feel her naked body shivering spasmodically as her hips ground faster and faster back against his swirling tongue.
Mitzi's quivering, naked ass ground harder and faster as she shoved her hips back to meet his tongue's delicious probing; though she fought it with every particle of resistance her reeling brain could muster, she knew she was rapidly losing control.
"Oh, damn ... it feels so good! Oh, I can't take any more! Please!" she choked, rivulets of perspiration running down her spine and draining down the widespread furrow of her buttocks.
Richard knew he had her right where he wanted her; she was his to do with as he pleased-nothing could stop him now.
With one last electrifying nibble, he released his tormenting grip on her lust-swollen clitoris, and raised his head to look over his helpless captive one more time. Her whole body continued, to shiver, her hips grinding in their same, steady rhythm, and a low mournful gasp slipped from her throat.
"Oooooohhh, please ... don't stop...." she moaned unconsciously. "Don't stop now! I was almost there!"
His face smeared with a leering grin, Richard brought his ominous shaft up into position, poised at the fleshy entrance to her hot, moist passage, the blood-filled knob brushing the pink softness of her hair-lined vaginal flanges just slightly.
Mitzi's whirling mind suddenly snapped back to a fleeting jolt of frightening reality, and she realized only too well how close she was to consciously giving herself to this man. "No! Not that ... I won't let you! I won't!" she screamed.
Heedless of her pleas, Richard buried his thick, hardened prick to its hairy base in the warm wetness of her pussy tunnel, ramming it to the hilt with one snap of his hips. The soft pink walls rippled aside in waves of delicious ecstasy as his thick shaft filled her young passage completely, spreading her fleshy vaginal lips wide as he rammed his eager cock deep into her belly.
"Oooooowwww!" she moaned, her tender passage on fire as his huge cudgel pierced her painfully, impaling her agonizingly on his heavy spear. "Oh, please. ... Please!"
Her cries were like fuel for the fire that Richard could feel in his own loins, and he slammed his bulky cock into her narrow, constrictive passage again and again.
Christ, what a tight little pussy! I'd swear she was cherry if she hadn't been married! Oh, baby, you're too much ... too much!
With both hands, he reached around her soft thighs and grabbed her bare legs, lifting her slightly for an even better angle. He heard her gasp for breath as his hard prick drove even deeper into the innocent depths of her young, quivering belly; he could tell he was in virgin territory, and it made him feel good to know her old man was less endowed, unable to find just the right spot way down in the bottom of her tight young pussy to drive her out of her mind. She was undeniably his now, and he aimed to give her a fucking she'd never forget!
"Come on, baby, back up on it! Suck it up in there real nice!" he shouted.
His words made the forbidden, lascivious excitement seem even more intense, and she found herself grinding back harder and harder onto his thick impaling shaft, rocking her naked hips from side to side as his cock burrowed deeper and deeper in her defenseless womb. Every inward thrust brought new ripples of wicked desire coursing through her ravaged body. Her breasts were crushed nearly flat beneath her, but her smooth rounded buttocks still waved high in the air, grinding upward to meet his plundering lunges with slow, delicious movements of her own.
His swollen, throbbing prick felt like a baseball bat shoved up inside her stretched, tender passage, but there was no longer any searing pain-just overwhelming waves of undiluted animal passion that swept over her in a warm surging tide.
Richard reached under her flat, sweat-soaked pelvis, and lifted her higher, slamming his stiff, aching penis deeper and deeper in the forbidden sanctuary of her tight, lust-moistened channel.
His fleshy spear slipped in and out of her clasping sheath easily, well-lubricated with her juices that seeped from her puckered pussy lips and trickled down her smooth, supple thighs.
He rocked his hips back, pulling his stiff member from her clutching tunnel until only the bulbous tip remained between her taut, stretched pussy-lips. Like a hungry, greedy mouth, her moist fleshy lips held the swelled knob of his cock tightly inside the warm shelter of her moist cuntal passage, reluctantly allowing the glistening shaft of his long, thick penis to slide from their voracious grip. There could be no doubt about it now-she was his, and only seconds away from complete and lascivious abandonment.
"Oh, God ... don't stop! Don't stop! That's it ... Harder ... Harder! ... HARDER!! PLEASE HARDER!"
Richard knew the end was close, and with every ounce of strength left in his body, he pounded violently into her young, eager pussy, gritting his teeth and tightly clenching the muscles of his buttocks in a desperate effort to hold back the seething flood filling his balls so painfully he thought they'd explode.
Just one more deep, grinding thrust ... one more!
"Oh, damn ... I'm cumming! I'm cumming! Don't stop! Don't stop! Aaaaaaagggghhhh! ... Ooooooooooohhhhh...." she chanted unconsciously below him.
Richard slammed his hairy, sweat-drenched pelvis against her wildly grinding buttocks, burying his throbbing prick right up to the hilt in the wet, juicy furrow of her greedily clasping cunt, and with a loud, gasping cry of relief, felt his hot surging sperm course along the length of his painfully swollen cock and explode in a torrent of hot, sticky liquid far up into her belly, filling her.
Mitzi felt her muscles loosen from her toes right up to her head, as the surging throes of her climax ran their devastating course, her ravished passage hungrily gulping up every precious drop of the man's life-giving load as it pumped into her in spurt after spurt of hot, searing ecstasy.
He released his grip on her thighs, dropping her back onto the sofa, and she fell forward, collapsing in a heaving, gasping heap across the tattered cushions.
Richard's rapidly deflating prick slipped from her taut, juice-soaked sheath with a lewd sucking sound as she fell forward, leaving behind a trail of sticky white semen that dangled for a moment from the end of his rubbery knob, hanging lifelessly between his bulky, hair-covered thighs, then dripped onto the sofa in a tiny wet puddle.
He reached for his undershorts, and wiped his limp prick clean with them, blotting up the lurid mixture of his sperm and Mitzi's love-juices from his dangling, leathery balls and tossing the soiled undergarment aside.
"Baby, Dad will give you a raise," he said after a long pause. "I'll see to that."
Mitzi pulled herself up from the sofa, and collected her clothes from the floor where they'd fallen, moving slowly and gingerly to ease the throbbing pain between her legs.
Oh, God, what have I done! What has happened to me! Have I turned into some sort of tramp? Oh, how will I ever tell Oscar about this? I'll die first! I'll die!
As it turned out, she never did have to tell Oscar. Only a week later Richard had left to go back East to live with his mother. She heard arguing in the office of her boss, and then Richard had stamped out, never even glancing her way. Good, Mitzi thought. I can make believe it never happened. And Oscar will never know.
Six months had passed since that experience. Mitzi had almost forgotten that it had ever happened.
The ravishing redhead pouted her pretty lips, her hands arched defiantly on her hips.
"Don't you dare try to stop me, Oscar!" Mitzi shouted at her husband. "I don't care what you think! This is a real break-through, both for me and the other girls."
"Okay, okay," he said. "Just don't come crying to me when you're ridiculed by the men you'll have to work with."
"Ohhhhhh! You're just like all the others. You think women can't handle the same jobs men can. Well, we'll show you!" With that the shapely young housewife turned her back on her husband and began washing the dinner dishes. Just standing there, the ruffled redhead was an urgent and exciting challenge.
Mitzi had long silken hair that snugly framed her attractive face and fell recklessly over her shoulders. The young woman's cheeks glowed with vitality, and when she smiled they dimpled prettily at the corners of her widely sensuous mouth. Long sweeping lashes gave her deep blue eyes a deceptively innocent appearance. Deceptive, because when she observed her husband's naked maleness, then a predatory fire burned in her eyes like a flaming torch. At the moment she was wearing a short mint green skirt, revealing the satiny curves of her long white legs, and a snug white blouse which held fast her straining full-rounded breasts. .
She dipped her hands into the sudsy water and began rinsing the glasses one by one. And that's another thing, she thought. There's no reason why Oscar shouldn't do the housework sometimes. Although for the moment her husband was thinking like a typical "male chauvinist pig," Mitzi usually felt he was extremely fair about dividing up the things that had to be done. Since they both worked during the day, her tall blond husband had told her, there was no reason why he shouldn't do his part.
The shapely twenty-one-year-old redhead was well aware of how lucky she had been in getting Oscar for a husband. They had been married a year, and tonight was the closest they had ever come to having a serious argument. Actually, Mitzi could understand why Oscar was acting a little jealous. After all, she was well aware of the special attraction she held for most men, and now she was going to be working in Los Angeles with some of the coarsest men employed by the Mission Plumbing Company. It was perfectly normal that her husband should be a little concerned for her welfare and self-respect.
"Nevertheless," Mitzi said as she placed the frying pan in the dish drain, unaware that her husband had left the kitchen, "it's quite a break for women's lib. I've worked hard to get the plumbers' union to consider taking in women, and I've spent a lot of time convincing my boss at Mission that he ought to make plumbing jobs available to women. I haven't minded my job as a secretary there too much, but not all women like desk jobs. Plumbing is more challenging, the pay is better and...." She turned around to face her husband and was surprised and angry that he had walked out while she was talking to him. Banging the rest of the pots and pans noisily into the dish drain, she continued her argument silently.
How could she have known she'd be one of the few women chosen for a three-month trial period? Pat Reynolds, a junior bookkeeper, had also been named, as well as Ruby Jackson, a file clerk.
True, there were some snickers and coarse jokes when the announcement was made, but that was nothing to fret about. The pretty redhead knew that she could do the job, and that was all that mattered. Mitzi had kept her young slim shape since high school by bowling on weekends and by working out three times a week at the gym. Self-consciously, the shapely young wife flexed the muscles in her long, nicely tapered legs and gripped tighter the earthenware casserole she was scrubbing. She enjoyed the supple tautness she felt in her upper arms and firmly rounded breasts as she set the casserole on the drain board to dry. She would be able to keep up with the best of the opposite sex in all but the heaviest work.
After the dishes were done, Mitzi walked into the living room and sat down next to her husband who was on the sofa watching television. As usual they sat together drinking a glass of beer and sharing a small bowl of peanuts while they watched their favorite Thursday night programs. After the eleven o'clock news was over, Mitzi prepared herself for bed while Oscar watched the sportscast and weather report.
The young wife had already showered and was in bed reading her Plumber's Manual by the time Oscar finally came into the room. The disgruntled young husband got in on his side with his back to his pretty young wife, totally ignoring the fact that she was under the same sheet with him. Mitzi reached over to him, placing her hand, and gave him a playful shake.
"Hi, stranger. How about a little kiss?" Mitzi teased him, pressing the soft white flesh of her belly against the well-muscled tautness of his buttocks.
"Sorry, honey. But I'm really bushed tonight," he told her in a cool voice. "Hope you don't mind if we don't make love."
Mitzi forced herself to keep her voice calm and light-sounding. "Oh, of course not, silly. But you could kiss me good-night so I'll know you're not angry with me."
The twenty-five year old husband turned his head toward his curvaceous wife and dutifully pecked her on the cheek. "Goodnight. Don't read too late-you've got another long day tomorrow," he said, turning his back to her again. Within a few minutes, Oscar was sound asleep and breathing heavily.
But Mitzi was finding it hard to concentrate on the material she was supposed to be boning up on for the first training session in the trade school class the next day. Perhaps she was making a mountain out of a molehill, but it had already been more than a week since her husband had shown any real interest in touching her body, let alone interest in making love to her. And before that, they had gone without sex for an even longer period of time. Thank God, she didn't have the kind of drive that demanded his attentions every night. However, once in a while the young redhead felt they should be able to make each other feel good. The frequency of their lovemaking had become less and less until now she really felt the need.
For the millionth time, Mitzi went over their relationship, wondering if her support of the women's liberation movement and her new job at the plumbing company had in some way caused her husband to lose not only his interest, but his feelings of virility as well. The young redhead knew her husband was very sensitive about his sexual prowess. Obviously, Oscar was beginning to feel threatened by her involvement in an all-male project and therefore was being sexually turned off. It was ridiculous! How could fighting for equal job opportunity and salary affect her husband personally?
As far as she was concerned, the two of them had had a good thing going since they were married a year ago, and she did not feel that the complaints made by many of her co-workers about their husbands were valid in her case. On the other hand, there was no way the young wife could ignore the fact that since she had become an unofficial spokesman for the girls at work who advocated equal rights for women, she and Oscar had not gotten along as well as before.
Mitzi remembered a psychiatrist, who was sympathetic with the cause, telling a women's lib group on television that they could expect something like this to happen as they gained more and more freedom. Nevertheless, Mitzi was quite surprised to see it actually happening to her and Oscar. Particularly since the young redhead felt her husband had never encroached on her rights as a human being at any time during their marriage-at least, never before now. True, Mitzi had pointed out that she should have as much say-so as he about when and how they would make love to each other, taking away his perogative as a man to seduce his wife at will, but she didn't see how that could hurt him. If anything, it should make him feel better, because she could sometimes play the seductress, thereby further enhancing the sexual act for both of them.
Closing the manual she had been studying when Oscar had finally come to bed, Mitzi set it on the night stand and then switched off the light. As the alluring young wife lay in the darkness next to her husband's strong, muscular body, feelings of erotic desire began flooding through her love-starved body. To fondle the warm thickness of Oscar's soft genitals while he slept, arousing him to the point of making love to her, became the bewildered redhead's consuming wish. Wild little fires of warmth began to dance around in her loins when she rolled over onto her side and boldly reached her hand over his upthrust hip and down inside the opening of her husband's cotton pajamas.
Oscar's dormant penis lay curled up between his legs like that of a young boy's. But soon the curvaceous redhead knew it wouldn't take her long to tease his yielding softness into rigid attention. As she began lightly running the tips of her fingers over his tender, smooth-skinned testicles, Oscar moaned softly in his sleep and unconsciously his balls pressed closer into her probing fingers as she felt his warm flaccid cock slowly stiffening against the skin of her forearm. The tingling sensation down in Mitzi's loins began to rise to an even stronger pulsing pitch. She was enjoying the drowsy response of her husband as she brought his fleshy shaft up to a rigidity that he was as yet unaware of consciously. Clasping the throbbing thickness in her fingers, the excited young wife began gently stroking up and down the length of his swelling rod of flesh, first slipping the loose outer skin up over the turgid tip-end of his cock, then pulling it back down again until the foreskin was tautly stretched over the semi-hard shaft. On the tip of her thumb, Mitzi could feel tiny drops of seminal fluid seeping from the slit at the end of his pulsating cock staff, and she sighed softly in anticipation of the pleasurable feeling his hardness would bring up inside her hungry quivering vagina. Pressing the fingers of her left hand tightly between the softness of her own thighs, the red-haired wife began stroking her middle finger around the moistening lips of her cuntal mouth in preparation for his entry.
Now her breath was coming in deeper, faster lungfuls as Mitzi leaned over close to her sleeping husband's face and extended her tongue, running it lightly and wetly around the edges of his ear. Slowly the sleeping husband began to stir from the erotic feeling the warm wetness gave him and then, as she thrust the full length of her moist tongue deep into the sensitive opening of his ear, Oscar was suddenly wide awake.
Bolting upright in bed, Oscar pushed his wife's hand away from his now fully erect penis, looking irate as he scowled and hissed out his words.
"For Christ's sake, Mitzi!" he snarled indignantly. "What are you? Some kind of nympho? I told you I was too tired. Now why in the devil don't you keep your hands to yourself and go to sleep?"
Throwing himself back down on the bed, the young husband rolled over onto his stomach with a sigh of disgust and pretended to be sleeping. Oscar could hear his wife's quiet sobbing as she lay beside him and he knew that he had hurt her feelings, but he didn't care. Let the little bitch suffer for a while. Although he had never said so, all along he had thought she was getting a little too independent since she'd become involved with that bunch of libbers down at the plumbing company. Of course, they would all deny that they were libbers but look at the way they stuck together and backed each other in their complaints about the way men treated them. Anyway, he had just about lost patience with the whole business; instead of devoting her time to this nonsense, his wife should come back down to earth and think about taking care of his needs.
As Oscar saw it, women who became that free were in danger of losing all the respect they felt was their due. Neglect your husband, and your husband will begin to neglect you; that was the way he had begun to look at it. Oscar had thought that Mitzi would have noticed by now that he was not taking her preoccupation very well with this women's lib thing and that the entire time he had only been humoring her. Now he felt it was time to start taking retaliatory actions. And what better way than to take the same tack traditionally used by women-deny your mate sexual satisfaction. Of course, that meant he had to look elsewhere to satisfy his own needs, but that was no problem.
Another week or so of this starvation routine and Mitzi would come to her senses and give up this crazy idea she had of being a plumber. If it became necessary he would sleep on the sofa and masturbate in the bathroom rather than to give in to his wife's sexual needs. Hell, for that matter, it was the easiest thing in the world to find another woman these days, with the way they were acting so free. Up to this point he had remained faithful to his wife since they had been married, but the incidental things Mitzi had been doing to annoy him for the past few weeks now made it possible for him to envision himself playing around with another woman.
Take the housework, for example, he went on thinking. When they were first married, Mitzi had insisted that she didn't want to stay home and be a housekeeper. Not only had the pretty young bride convinced him that they could use the extra money she would bring in by keeping her job at the plumbing company, but she also told him she could take care of the household duties in much less time than most women needed. For a while it was true; however, for the past month or so, Mitzi had begun to expect him to help her with the housework, and jobs he had previously done out of the goodness of his heart had suddenly become his assigned chores. Dammit, he didn't like doing housework and he didn't like being coerced into having to do it. Lately, Oscar had begun to balk a little, telling Mitzi he couldn't go on putting in nine or ten hours in his sales manager's office-where he, incidentally, made three times as much money as she could ever hope to make-and still do half her housework.
That phrase, "her housework," really ticked Mitzi off when she heard Oscar using it. Mitzi had shouted at him for the first time since they had met, saying that there was nothing in the marriage contract that stated she had to do all the household duties. And even if there was such a provision, she had gone on to say, the whole marriage deal was something thought up by men in the first place to get free slaves to care for them, and she would be damned if she would live by the standards of a society based on male chauvinism. The shapely redhead had changed quite a bit from the rather shy, innocent creature he had married such a short time ago.
Apparently, Mitzi didn't even know how serious all this had become, the tall blond husband was thinking as he felt himself finally relaxing again. Well, maybe after a few more little scenes like tonight, it would begin to sink into her rebellious little skull. If she went on, endangering a marriage that held more promise than most, then he would come right out and demand what he thought she should do if she wanted to remain his wife. If not, then to hell with her, he thought bitterly. I'll find another woman. He smiled wryly to himself as he finally felt sleep spreading through his limbs again.
Mitzi had been so shocked by her husband's unexpected hostile response that she had been left speechless. Then, as she saw that Oscar seemed to be slipping back into a deep sleep, she felt the hot tears of frustration welling up in her eyes once more. She felt that unless something drastic happened very soon their brief marriage was headed for certain collapse. While it was true that she had on occasion rebuffed him when she was not in the mood for making love, she had always tried to be as understanding as possible so as not to hurt his feelings. She still felt a deep satisfying love for her husband, further enhanced by their increasing intimate knowledge of how to please each other in bed. There was no way in the world for her to envision ever wanting to run out on Oscar, and yet-yet he was driving her mad with his curtness and sarcasm.
Once she had stopped crying, the young redhead gradually edged her warm body away from Oscar so she would not awaken him and then have to bear the brunt of another verbal assault. She lay on her back on the far side of the bed, her hand still cupping the soft, wet mound of her russet pubic hair, her extended middle finger lying full-length over the momentarily dwindled clitoris nestled in the moist flesh between her thighs. Little by little she concentrated on the sensations once more building up in her quivering little pussy, slowly massaging her finger back and forth sideways over the swelling little button of flesh.
When her vaginal secretions were again freely seeping out of the softly-fleshed mound of her cunt, the young wife began slipping her finger wetly in and out of the tightly clasping little opening, her buttocks automatically beginning to grind lewdly down into the firm mattress beneath. Soon the aroused redhead was biting her lower lip to keep from moaning out loud at the flaring heat spreading throughout her loins, pumping her finger wildly into the welcoming wetness of her hotly flowering pussy, searching with her fingertip for evererrant wave of pleasure now coursing through her veins.
Mitzi's other hand till now had lain dormant beside her hip on the bed, but now, as though having a life of its own, she felt it move up along her hip and over her warmly quaking belly to the rising and falling firmness of her ripe young breasts. Lewdly, her thumb and forefinger began pinching at the taut pink buds of her swelling nipples.
"Ohhhhhhh, ohhhhhh," she breathed in hoarse whispers beside her sleeping husband, not caring whether he woke to find her so obscenely finger-fucking herself or not. Her mind was blazing from the effects of her autoerotic display, and the thought of his discovering her performing the lewd, forbidden act drove her to further frenzied twisting and squirming on her own impaling middle finger.
Suddenly, she wished that he would awaken and see her in the dim light coming from the hall night lite, then become excited enough himself to masturbate while she watched ... or ... or fuck her! Picturing him stroking the long thickness of his fleshy rod, Mitzi suddenly felt her inner thighs begin to tremble in anticipation of her fast-approaching climax. The intense feeling spread like wildfire throughout her jerking loins, her softly rounded buttocks spasming wildly against the springiness of the mattress beneath. The lovely young redhead's breathing had become a reedy flutter in her throat, and then the cuntal fluids doubled their flowing warmth, soaking her middle finger buried up to the palm of her hand in her hot, writhing pussy to run stickily out over her hand and down the narrow crevice of her ass-cheeks to dampen the sheet beneath her.
Her back arched high up from the bed at the peak of the sensuous explosion in her throbbing hot cunt while her left hand kneaded crazily at the soft resilience of her young breasts, and then it was over. She hung arched above the mattress like a human suspension bridge for a long trembling moment before her body collapsed like a limp rag doll back down onto the bed.
Poor Oscar, the blue-eyed wife thought with bitter humor when she had regained her composure a little. He missed out on a good one that time. Before she could even begin to think about being guilty of some kind of perversion or shameless act, the satiated redhead was sound asleep beside her husband, her right hand still innocently cupping the warmly palpitating mound up between her parted thighs. Later the young wife dreamed she was a sensuous native girl on a tropical Pacific island. At the snap of her finger, three naked native men appeared to make love to her. There were at least two hundred virile young men on the island, and it was paradise-paradise because she was the only woman.