Chapter 1
Mary Dawson glanced at her watch and saw that it was only a few minutes before her husband Ted would get back from the plant. With a grim look on her pretty face, she gulped down the remainder of her martini and poured another from the pitcher on the glass coffee table in front of her. The young blonde felt the cool liquid slide down her throat and suddenly turn into a glow of spreading-warmth in her belly.
She and Ted were expected in less than an hour at the home of Frank and Alicia Sturmon, another young couple who lived only a few blocks away, and Mary was drinking so that she would have the strength to go through the social motions. Frank was Ted's supervisor at the plant, and Alicia had been her best friend since high school days four years ago, but an invitation to dinner that would ordinarily have been a pleasure was bound to be an ordeal tonight.
She took a long sip from her second martini and stared out the picture window at another small house similar to her own across the street. It was a pleasant neighborhood, and even looked pretty when, as now, the neatly kept small lawns were lit by the slanting late afternoon sun. She and Ted, who had been high school sweethearts, had had everything going for them. A good place to live, mutual interests, a steady job for him and a real desire to be an efficient homemaker on her part. But something had gone wrong . . .
The martinis were beginning to cloud her thinking, but nothing could soothe the anger she felt. And it was all directed against sex. Why had that come along to spoil their lives, their "ideal" marriage? During the years of high school, Mary Dawson, then Mary Norris, had been the envy of her best friends, Belle and Alicia, because she and Ted had known since the tenth grade that they would be married when they graduated from Garland High School. Belle and Alicia had drifted into a faster crowd, and Mary was certain they had both lost their virginity when still in high school, while she and Ted had resolved to wait. Now, four years later, the three girls had been married for nearly the same length of time, and were still friends. But now Mary envied them.
They seemed to be so happy! It wasn't fair, really, that it should have worked out this way. And all because of that goddamn sex. She refilled her glass and took a healthy swig of her third martini, feeling the smooth explosion inside her increasingly inebriated body as the cooling liquid went down.
During high school, she and Ted had come near to falling over the abyss a number of times — in his car, at the drive-in movies, on the couch at his house when his parents were upstairs asleep . . . How exciting it had seemed then when he had slipped his hand under her skirt and stroked the soft flesh of her thighs above the stockings! So many times she had wanted to go all the way, but her mother had warned her that a man wouldn't want something that he could have with no trouble, so she had pulled Ted back again and again — even though her own loins had been aching for fulfillment — promising him her body when they married. And the miraculous thing, in the light of what had happened since, was that he had managed to control himself. Knowing that she did not want to make love at that moment had been enough for him, and he had stopped.
Tears came to Mary's eyes as she remembered how wonderful it had felt to sense his hardness pressing into her secret "vee" when they were dancing — the feelings it had caused to rush through her like wildfire! Time and again she had wanted to let him take off all her clothing until she was completely naked beneath his admiring, loving gaze. Now, in their living room, she struggled to recall the sensations of pleasure she had anticipated even though her mother had told her to expect nothing but pain and thoughtlessness. She had been sure that her mother couldn't be correct — how could it be true if all her friends were rushing to make love to the first boys who were men enough to receive them?
Remembering now, she could almost feel the delicious tingling sensations when he had slipped his hand inside her blouse and brassiere at the movies, in the darkness, with the fear of being seen ... It had been so exciting!
Tears were streaming down Mary Dawson's smooth lovely cheeks now as her green eyes clouded with self-pity for the way that wonderful anticipation had been brought to a cruel end on their wedding night.
Her lithe young body, clothed in white hot-pants and tight white knit shirt for the cookout at the Sturmons', shuddered violently as she recalled the horror she had felt that summer night at the ski-lodge up in the rugged coastal mountains. They had had the place almost to themselves; it should have been so romantic. But when her handsome young husband had entered their room and seen her lying there naked on the bed, he had stared down at her exquisitely molded young body for a full minute, roving his eyes over the upthrust of her firm white breasts and then down over her belly to take in the small triangle of fluffy blonde pubic hair. Then his eyeballs had seemed to swell as they came to rest on the pink, already moistening slit between her thighs, and, for the first time in her young life, Mary had felt fear.
Suddenly everything that her mother had told her about sex had surged into her mind, breaking down all the barriers she had erected against feeling as her divorced mother had felt about men. It had been his eyes! Something had changed in them since he entered the room, and then his whole face had taken on an expression that Mary hadn't understood. He had looked at the slender contours of her fresh unexplored body as if her flesh were something separate from her, his new bride, and merely an object that had been placed there for him to treat as he wished.
Then he had lurched forward, a little drunk, and she had squirmed back in automatic reaction to his sudden movement. She had been so certain from her experience with him in the past that he would be suitably gentle with her on the first night in order to help her through the shock and pain of losing her virginity that his gaping almost obscene stare had prompted her to be afraid when he launched himself toward her.
But her cringing had infuriated the animal in him even further, and he had taken her on the first night with a brutality it would have been hard to envision before hand. He had stormed her body as if it were an enemy fortress instead of the tender, fragile bastion of femininity that it was. She had cried and screamed for him to stop, or at least to come back, to be Ted again, but lust had so over-powered him that nothing could stand in his way.
Ten minutes later it had ended with his heavily panting body lying prostrate over hers so that she could barely breathe, her mind shrieking with the pain being broadcast from her bruised, rent nerve-ends. All the pleasure she had looked forward to had ended in a shower of hot sperm shooting heedlessly into her tortured womb, and now his sated penis lay deflating, thin white tendrils of cum joining it to her aching violated vagina.
It had been a nightmare, and something in her that night had closed off any future possibility of experiencing pleasure from what she now considered a base animal act. The next morning he had apologized to her, and had been so obviously upset by his uncontrolled behavior after so many years of self-denial that Mary had been moved to pity him. She understood that somehow the first sight of her, naked and available, had been too much for his frustrated body — it had gone wild, had taken over from his mind so completely that Ted could hardly be held responsible for the pain she had endured. She could still love him, but when, the next night and the next, he had exercised all the gentleness she could have wished so that she gradually felt less and less pain, no corresponding pleasure had appeared to take its place. Instead she had felt nothing, and had continued to feel nothing until this day, nearly four years later.
The young wife didn't know whether she should feel bitter about losing her ability to experience pleasure or not. She could no longer really see how sex could ever be pleasurable anyway. All she could think of when they made love was the animalistic nature of the act, sweating and moving like beasts for a few seconds' pleasure or, at any rate, excitement. It disgusted her, but still she had not felt the right to deny Ted the release he received from making love, and had decided it was her duty to go through with it any time he wanted. She had even tried to simulate pleasure when she found that he was unhappy over her inability to respond to his caresses.
But last night he had gone too far. Everything had been all right as long as he had been willing to make love in, well, normal ways. That she could understand and put up with. But then, about a year ago, he had started wanting her to do things that seemed . . . perverted . . . and she didn't think he had a right to force her to do anything like that. The worst thing was that, whenever he started to push her down under the covers, she would see the same look come into his eyes that had been there the first night of their marriage. A horrible leering glint that seemed to replace his normal personality with one of animal savagery.
The first time he had slid down her body and then raised his head over her spread thighs like a dog about to lick at a choice piece of flesh and relishing its triumph ahead of time, she had pulled her thighs shut quickly as a wave of nausea had flooded through her body. How could anyone be so . . . sick, so perverted as to want to taste, to lick, to suck at the private area between her legs? At first his eyes had flared more brightly, angrily, like on that first night when she had cringed, but then he too had remembered what had taken place before and had relented, making love to her instead in a fashion more savage than he had exhibited in months. But her body had grown accustomed to the presence of his cock by then and the brutality of his unrelenting thrusts had left her unscathed, and uneasily happy to have escaped from the perverse wishes of the . . . other . . . Ted.
God, that night had terrified her! For the first time, she had realized that the creature of their wedding night had not died then, but had remained dormant inside her seemingly civilized young husband. When he had tried again a few weeks later to force her to do the same thing, she had had to start crying before he would stop. And that had been the last time before last night.
Mary's mind was reeling under the effect of the martinis now, but at least she felt like she could pretend to be gay when they arrived at the Sturmons'. She couldn't bear that Alicia, the same Alicia who had been her best friend in high school, should see that she was unhappy. Mary and Ted had been a twosome for so long in school that they had been regarded as the most likely to have a happy life. And Mary was sure that they would have if only sex hadn't entered the picture in the ugly way it had. But for Alicia to see that she and Frank were happier than Mary and Ted would be a horrible blow for the proud young blonde.
Why did she have to love Ted so much? If only she didn't, then she could leave him and try to start a new life somewhere else, away from all thought of men or sex. But I do love him, she moaned to herself, / love him with all my heart. And now he's coming home and he's going to be furious with me for having locked him out of the bedroom last night. The problems with sex were poisoning their whole lives now, were no longer confined to the bedroom or the nighttime.
Suddenly a new thought came to the intoxicated young wife. What if all men were like Ted, as her mother had said? Then how could someone like Alicia be happy with Frank Sturmon, who was certainly more crude and dirty-mouthed than Ted in public, and must be even more brutal in bed?
Oh, nothing was making any sense anymore! And when was Ted going to get home, anyway? Even though she dreaded his anger, still she longed to see her tall, black-haired husband. She had always been so proud to think that she had made such a catch, although her own looks, she thought immodestly, were nothing to be overlooked. The slender, full-breasted young woman had been a beauty queen in high school, and four years had only made her figure all the more alluring to men by ripening her breasts and filling out her hips to womanly, rather than girlish, proportions.
She decided against a fourth martini. It was unusual for her to have more than one anyway, and they were confusing her thoughts so much that she was thinking things she never had before. What if all their sexual problems were her own fault? After all, some women seemed to like it when their husbands turned into animals and mounted them in a lecherous frenzy. Mary stared at her glass in puzzlement.
When was he coming? They were due at the Sturmons' in five minutes, and Ted would want to shower and change before they went.
Mary arrived at Frank and Alicia's in much better spirits than she had hoped. Ted had come home and changed into Bermudas and plain sport shirt without saying a word about last night; it was as if he, too, wanted to forget what had happened. Mary had been so overjoyed that the martinis had made her tipsier than ever as they left the house and walked in the bright slanting sunshine of late afternoon to the Shurmon home only a few blocks away. It had felt good to hold his hand as they walked down the lawn-bordered streets - she had been forgiven!
Alicia had seen them coming through her picture window and had hurried out, dressed in a tight little pair of shorts and a brief halter that Ted had whistled at in a jokingly wolfish way, causing Alicia to wriggle her hips with a sharp peal of laughter that Mary had gaily joined in. The three of them had gone around the side of the house to the back yard, where Frank, a brawny muscular man in his mid-twenties, had greeted them heartily and asked Ted to help him with the fire he was building to grill the steaks.
Within twenty minutes they were sitting down to the barbecue dinner, serving themselves potato salad and brown beans while Frank finished the steaks, all of them drinking punch freely and making the sort of conversation that can only come after years of friendship. Mary was so proud of the way her husband was telling jokes and drolly describing the exertions of the local postman as he went from house to house and faced different kinds of dogs that she allowed herself to drink much more than she should have. But she saw that everyone else was doing the same and it didn't seem to matter here among friends.
It was fantastic the way a mood could change! Mary found the steaks delicious and laughed wickedly when Frank started telling some of his inevitable dirty jokes. The one thing she specifically had never liked about Frank was the way he seemed to be always looking at her in a manner that reminded her of the animal gleam in her husband's eye on their wedding night. But tonight that didn't seem to bother her, even though she had felt very self-conscious when he had whistled at her provocatively clad body in much the same way that Ted had whistled at Alicia. There was something about Frank that usually made her nervous, but tonight the martinis and then the spiked punch, as well as the release from her fear of Ted's anger, had put her in such a good mood that nothing could bother her for long.
Not even the way Ted kept flirting with Alicia. It was all good innocent fun, and she was happy to be able to see it for once in that light. This casual flirting had gone on ever since the three of them had been in high school together, long before her raven-haired girl friend had met Frank; but Frank didn't seem to mind at all the way they would pretend to bump into each other, or the way Ted would reach past Alicia for the salt and rub his arm "accidentally" against her full upthrust breasts.
Well, maybe it did bother her a little, Mary decided, after she noticed Alicia drop her napkin accidentally-on-purpose into Ted's lap and then reach to fish it out without waiting for him to get it for her, rummaging around much more than seemed necessary to get the silly thing back. But everyone was more or less drunk by the time they had finished their steaks, and there was so much laughter that Mary found it hard to take anything seriously. Alicia was her best friend, and she could flirt with Ted as much as she wanted because Mary knew she would never allow things to go too far.
Alicia felt the blood rush to her face when she noticed that Mary had caught sight of her ploy in dropping the napkin into Ted's lap. Oh God, now I've spoiled it, Alicia fretted, her mind reeling under the combined stimulation of the alcohol and the feel of Ted Dawson's penis jerking in his pants as she grappled for the napkin. Oh Lord, would I like to suck on that cock of his! But we've got to be careful about this. Just because it was easy to get Belle and Dick Carper into a little swapping arrangement with us doesn't mean that the Dawsons will go along too. She knew Ted wouldn't be any trouble, but she was worried about Mary's reaction to the idea. She and Frank were going to have to handle this carefully, with lots of liquor and maybe one of those sex-movies Frank ordered from time to time. But it had to be tonight! Alicia had been waiting to get her hands on Ted Dawson's handsome body for years, and now she could feel her panties getting damp with the very thought of it. God, I want to run my tongue around the tip of your cock, Ted, she shouted mentally, staring straight at the unsuspecting man sitting beside her at the outdoor table, hoping that he could somehow see in her eyes what her mind was saying. / want you to suck my pussy!
The sun had gone down while they were eating dinner, and the twilight was darkening into a moonless night by the time they had finished the homemade ice cream. Alicia told them to leave their plates, she would take care of all that tomorrow. For now they should bring their drinks into the living room, where Frank had prepared a surprise for all of them.
In the living room, Mary was surprised to see a movie projector set up on a small table facing a screen suspended over the fireplace, but she only giggled when Frank made some joke about dirty movies and suggested that they all watch one together for the first time, just to see what the things were like. Well, that was just like Frank, Mary thought, but it would probably be one of those funny movies about nudist camps, with fat oversized women walking around half naked. She knew she had had too much to drink, but she couldn't see what harm it would do to watch one of those movies she had only heard about, maybe read about somewhere.
She and Ted, who was wobbling drunkenly, sat together on the couch and then, as the lights went out, she saw Alicia snuggling up on Ted's other side while Frank tended to the machine. In the darkness, Mary could sense Ted's arm moving up around Alicia's shoulders. Well, two women, she giggled to herself, that should keep him happy.
"Oh! That tickles," Mary heard Alicia exclaim suddenly, and she was annoyed that she couldn't see in the darkness what Ted was doing to her best friend. But the numbing effect of the alcohol kept her from worrying seriously about what was going on. After all, Ted's other arm was around Mary herself, squeezing her to him affectionately. It was good to be here with friends and to feel free to be yourself without having to worry about silly things like jealousy. It was too bad, she supposed, that people's joking revolved mostly around sex, and that Frank had to show them a trashy movie, but what was nice was that it didn't matter — it was fun! And soon enough the lights would be back on.
In the concealing darkness, Alicia picked up the hand that had poked her in the ribs and lifted it gently so that it came to rest on her right breast. Suddenly the hand was squeezing the taut brassiere-covered flesh, pinching the hardening nipple harshly. Oh God, that feels good, Alicia sighed excitedly to herself as Ted pressed his leg hard against her thigh and continued to paw savagely at her swelling mound. She squirmed down hard into the material of the couch, rubbing the moistening slit of her pussy against the cushion in an effort to quench the fires that were beginning to rage there in lewd anticipation of victory and the moment when the four of them would fuck together like wild animals in ecstatic abandon!
Frank flicked a switch and the screen was bathed in light. He knew that sweet little piece Mary Dawson was going to get the shock of her life. That little prick-tease! Wearing those sexy clothes all the time and turning a man on the way she did just wasn't fair, unless she were willing to put out. Thank God he had married a woman like Alicia, sensual as hell herself, but with friends like Belle and Mary who were enough to make a man's cock stand up and take notice — and maybe even do something about it! He didn't know what Alicia was up to right now, but with the way she had been going before, he wouldn't be surprised if she had taken advantage of the few minutes of darkness he had given her to get her hands inside Ted's pants. He felt his own penis jerking inside his Bermudas at the thought of Alicia doing that while poor innocent Mary was sitting there not realizing a thing! That Dawson, he knew the score all right, although from what Alicia said he had yet to be unfaithful to the juicy little wife of his.
Alicia should know, Frank grinned lewdly to himself, God knows she's tried enough times, apparently all during high school. It wasn't that she was any less a good friend than Mary thought, but just that she felt her blonde girl friend should share the wealth a little — a philosophy Frank could understand and go along with . . . especially if that meant he got to sample a little piece of Miss Mary into the bargain! It would excite him like hell to hear her begging him for it after the way she had always seemed to hold in contempt his down-to-earth manners and off-color sense of humor. Yes, little Miss High-and-Mighty was going to get a good, healthy length of cock rammed up her — and then they'd see who she'd look down on!
It was time to set things in motion. He pressed a button and suddenly the title of the silent film appeared on the screen before them.
Mary had been lost in a drunken reverie, but the sudden movement on the screen attracted her gaze in time for her to see the words "Alice and the German shepherd" disappear from the screen, to be replaced by the jerkily recorded view of an artist's studio where easel, sketches and paints were displayed in a low room, well lit by a huge skylight.
Suddenly the camera zoomed in for a close-up of the painting on the easel. Mary gasped aloud when she saw that portrayed there in graphic detail was a young girl of about twelve being fucked from behind by a man with a huge gray beard. Then the camera focused more precisely on one detail of the painting: the hair-fringed stumpy base of the cock where it disappeared up into the girl's lewdly spread vagina from behind.
Mary heard Alicia gasp and was glad that she was not the only one shocked by the obscene sight being lovingly pored over by the camera. Now it panned away from the painting, focused for a second on a huge dog sleeping in one corner of the room, and then jerked to the doorway to show a beautiful young blonde girl in a blue and white school uniform staring wide-eyed into the room.
Alicia realized that Ted must really be drunk to be taking the kind of chance he was with Mary sitting right next to them. The excited brunette had gasped when she had suddenly felt his hand leave her breast and slide down her bare midriff and around to slip in under the waistband of her shorts from behind. There his probing hand began wriggling along the tingling flesh of her buttocks, quickly making its way down beneath her willingly shifting bottom into the throbbing slit between her ass-cheeks. She crossed her legs, allowing the hand to make sudden electrifying contact with the hotly palpitating lips of her moistening cunt. . "Oh God," Alicia moaned, with a glance at the screen to ensure that Ted's wife would think she was gasping in shock at the titillating goings-on that were now being portrayed there.
Mary watched in horrified fascination as the young school girl walked over to the painting and opened her mouth in amazement at what she saw.
Then the girl's eyes flicked down to a pile of photographs on the bench by the easel and she picked one up timidly. When the camera switched to a close-up of what the girl was seeing, Mary couldn't believe her eyes. It had been bad enough to see a painting of such an obscene act, but clearly the painter had modeled his version on a photograph taken of two real people!
The bright realistic color-photo made Mary feel shaky all over. The lust she saw in the old man's face was much worse than anything she had ever seen in Ted's eyes. It was not only animal, but evil - it wanted to hurt, humiliate and degrade the girl. Mary realized for the first time that tears were streaming down the face of the little girl in the photograph, but her tongue was hanging out and a glazed look of passion distorted her face - "almost as if she were enjoying the debasing act against her will!
Now the school girl's hands were flipping through the pile of photos, which showed the two people in a variety of lewd positions. And in most of these the girl seemed to be enjoying herself as much as the wicked old man who had seduced her. It seemed impossible to Mary, but that was what the photos showed.
Mary was growing annoyed with Frank now for showing them such a movie. Things like this didn't excite her at all, and she didn't see how they could excite anyone who had a decent mind. Some of the photos, especially the ones that showed them doing what Ted had wanted her to let him do in bed last night - with the old man kneeling down between the girl's widespread virginal thighs and extending his tongue far into her vagina while she pulled on his hair to drag him in deeper and deeper caused strange tremors to surge through Mary's body. She was sobering up quickly now, and hoped the film would end soon so that she could tell Frank exactly what she thought of his idea of an evening's entertainment.
The girl on the screen had set the photos back on the bench now and was continuing to peruse them slowly, flipping through them with one hand. The camera swiveled to her face and Mary was astonished to see that she wasn't at all horrified by what she was seeing in the photos. Instead, her face seemed flushed and a bright light had come into her eyes; her mouth was open in a dumb excited grin, and her breath was coming fast.
Oh, God, could she be getting excited by seeing the pictures? That was impossible — but suddenly the camera dropped to the girl's loins and Mary sucked in her breath sharply.
The girl had pulled up her skirt and inserted her fingers under the elastic legband of her filmy white panties.
She was rubbing her clitoris frenziedly!
Mary was held transfixed by the lewd spectacle of the girl wildly caressing her vaginal slit while she leered at the dirty pictures, the angle of the peeping camera allowing the young wife to see the girl's fingers glistening with the moist secretions of her excited pussy as they jerked back and forth across the pinkly shining lips and clitoral bud and the light fringe of blonde pubic hair exposed by the pushed-over band of the almost sheer panties. Mary had never imagined seeing anything so totally obscene in her life — yet the sight before her was causing strange sensations to awaken in her own stomach as she undulated her pelvis slightly in sympathy with the girl on the screen.
Her husband Ted was going out of his mind with excitement. He had managed to get his hands into the pants of that sweet-cunted bitch Alicia, and was even now worming his finger forward to the point where he would be able to suddenly slip it up into her twitching vaginal passage. Holy shit, it was exciting to be sitting here with his wife on one side of him and, on the other, the hottest little pussy in the neighborhood just aching to take his cock to the hilt! Her hotly gyrating buttocks were grinding to explode if he didn't get that finger into her fast enough. And up there on the screen the sweet little schoolgirl was in the process of taking her panties down so she could have freer access to her wiggling cunt — God, she was hot!
Now the girl was leaning back on the bench and pinching her still-clothed breasts in a crazed fashion with one hand while she rammed two fingers of the other right up her wet, hair-fringed cunt! From the look on her face he could tell she was turning into a mass of raw nerve-ends aching for a good stiff cock to drive her to the pinnacle of completion. The uniform skirt was bunched up around her waist and she was writhing out of control on the bench as she jammed the two fingers in and out of her wide-splayed cuntal passage, drawing her legs back toward her shoulders to give the pounding fingers greater access to her steaming womb.
Behind the projector, Frank unzipped his fly and pulled his burgeoning cock from the tight confinement of his shorts. He knew what Alicia and Ted were probably up to, but what was happening on the screen was enough to make him want to jerk off right there. His fingers clasped the thick hardness of his penis tightly and drew the uncircumcised foreskin back and forth with a rapid steady motion that sent his fingers up to squeeze the sensitive swollen cock-head in a tight ring that made him want to groan with pleasure. He looked down at his achingly rigid shaft of flesh in the dim light cast by the projector and watched with quickening breath as his fingers raced back and forth along its full length. He was sure Mary Dawson had never seen anything like it, and it was going to be his pleasure to let her know who was boss around here.
Mary felt her husband shifting beside her but paid no attention to it because suddenly something new was happening on the screen. The camera had left the startling scene of the girl driving her fingers up into her own body and flicked to the corner where it had earlier panned the sleeping dog. Now the animal, a huge German shepherd, was awake, and seemed to have its eyes focused on something. The camera followed his gaze across the room — he had a perfect view right up between the girl's lewdly spread thighs! As if it were the dog's eyes, the camera zoomed in for a close-up of the coral-lipped vaginal opening with the wetly gleaming fingers raging in and out of it at feverish speed.
Mary was nearly knocked out of her chair by the sudden presence on the screen of the much larger-than-life-sized female genitals seeming to suck the plunging fingers deep into their wildly squirming depths. She could see every moisture-laden blonde hair and the glistening distended lines of the gaping lips . . .
"Oh God, this is obscene ..." the blonde wife moaned, but no one was listening to her, and she couldn't understand the strange hot fluttering sensations that were building in her own belly under the stimulation of the lewd images on the screen. She had not experienced sexual excitement in nearly four years, and so she did not realize for several minutes that she was feeling the faint beginning shudders of desire. But there was no mistaking the dampness that she noticed suddenly between her thighs, and, in her slowly increasing sobriety, her reaction was more one of embarrassment than fear. After all, her pussy had secreted her moist love-juices for her husband hundreds of times during the last four years, even though she had felt no pleasure, but the idea that her body was responding to such crudely blatant perversion as she was witnessing on the screen made her fear that the others would realize what was happening to her. She couldn't let anyone know that her body was betraying her in this fashion: that would be too horrible.
Alicia groaned with increasing pleasure as she suddenly felt Ted's groping middle finger push up into the warm sucking channel of her cunt. A shiver of pleasure caused her body to arch like a cat's as she ground her ass down onto the invading hand, forcing the finger even farther up into the yielding velvety depths where it flexed — and was suddenly joined by another, filling her even more deliciously as she clenched her buttocks in appreciation of the two fingers fucking into her from beneath. With his three other fingers he was squeezing hard the softly rounded flesh of her ass-cheeks in an obscene mingling of pain and pleasure.
To prevent the waistband of her shorts from cutting into her belly, Alicia quietly unfastened the zipper, giving her best friend's husband even greater freedom to delve into her secret recesses. Suddenly she felt him shifting so that he could ram both fingers all the way up to the last knuckle, the palm of his pussy-soaked hand pressing flat against the cleft of her wriggling buttocks.
Alicia's mind had been distracted from the screen for a second while she unzipped her shorts, but now her eyes returned to it in time to see the German shepherd getting to his feet and walking over toward the oblivious girl so lost in her search for orgasm that she probably wouldn't have noticed if a herd of elephants had stampeded by.
Oh God, no, Alicia cursed softly to herself. Frank had gone too far. Didn't he realize that this was going to be too much for a girl like Mary? Goddamn that man, he was in such a hurry that he was going to spoil it for both of them! But at the same time, Alicia's eyes remained glued to the screen in avid anticipation of what she knew would take place. Maybe it would spoil things for tonight, but Alicia couldn't resist the sheer perversity of watching a huge dog do it to a young girl while Alicia herself got finger-fucked by another woman's husband with the woman sitting right beside them. God, the way she was going now, it wasn't going to be long before she came!
The unsuspecting blonde wife watched with dazed incomprehension as the large dog lumbered over to stare up between the passion-blinded girl's drawn-up legs. The wet black nose was now mere inches away from where the girl's fingers were fucking her senseless, launching themselves as deep as they could go into her tight pink channel while the girl rocked her body back and forth in an effort to allow them even greater access. Mary watched, puzzled, as the dog's nose twitched in canine curiosity and she realized with a shiver of perverted fascination that he could probably smell the girl's vaginal secretions wafting up from the depths of her heated cunt.
Suddenly the camera swung down to give a profile view of the shepherd's undercarriage. Mary began to shudder in horror when she realized for the first time what was happening: the camera switched for a close-up of the pink sliver of the dog's cock emerging from its low hung sheath and gleaming obscenely in the bright north light.
"Ohhhhhh," the incredulous blonde wife sighed, as if trying to ward off what was coming, but abruptly the camera was refocused to show the dog's broad lapping tongue zeroing in to swab up the length of the girl's exposed pussy and over the excitedly fucking fingers. Suddenly the schoolgirl's face appeared on the screen, distorted by the frank terror now penetrating the glaze of sensual pleasure, but as she started to shrink backward the dog raised his head and bared his fangs, apparently growling in a menacing fashion that cowed the girl into horrified stillness. Then, as the dog started to lower his hairy muzzle to feast again on the young girl's fearfully quivering flesh, the sound of hysterical shouting suddenly filled the room where the movie was being watched.
Mary had suddenly lurched to her feet and stumbled toward the screen, covering the lurid spectacle with her shadow so that pictures of the moistly glistening vagina being obscenely licked by the dog's ravaging tongue flickered across the whiteness of her hot-pants and clinging knit blouse.
"Stop it, I don't want to watch it anymore! Goddamn you, stop it!" she was shouting and crying at once. For a second the film kept running as Frank hesitated, the lewdly pulsing cock in his hand burning to cum, but Mary was weeping uncontrollably in front of them and Alicia knew that they had gone too far.
'Turn it off, Frank," she called back to him. "You could have picked something a little less dirty, you bastard."
The overwrought blonde wife was grateful to hear this support from her friend and felt unbelievable relief when the film flicked out, leaving them in total darkness while Frank fumbled for the light switch. Mary thought she heard the sound of a zipper being pulled up, but dismissed it as the product of an overwrought imagination. Then she heard the sound again, from farther away, but had no time to think about it, as the lights suddenly came on to show Ted with a handkerchief in his hand, even though as far as she knew he didn't have a cold. Tears were still streaming down her face but she found that all her planned angry condemnation of Frank had melted into thin air with the remainder of her strength, leaving her standing there up in front of them, swaying, with nothing to say.
Frank knew he shouldn't say anything, but he had been so close! He couldn't resist a dig that he hoped would lighten things and maybe get them all back on the track toward a swap again.
"What's the matter, kid, you afraid you're going to get the couch wet or something?" he guffawed.
Mary couldn't believe her ears. She was about to open her mouth and pour out all her anger and resentment, but Alicia's voice spoke into the tense silence.
"Leave her alone, Frank." Then she turned to Mary, "You were perfectly right, dear. Old Frank doesn't know when to quit, that's all."
Mary mustered a brief smile of gratitude that Alicia managed somehow, in the name of friendship, to answer warmly, even though the tall raven-haired woman was about to climb the wall with her exasperating need for cock.
But if Frank and Alicia were frustrated, Ted was furious. He had managed to contain himself when he had arrived home from work that day, because, after all, he loved Mary and he had had a day to cool down and put things in their proper perspective. But he had fumed all morning at the office, thinking about the way she had locked him out of the room just because he had said that when he came back she was going to go down on him whether she liked it or not. He was drunk and incredibly sexually excited, but he still knew that a man had some rights in his own house with his own wife. He had been faithful to her so long, when he knew that she didn't have an ounce of sexual response in her whole body, that his fidelity was beginning to wear thin as a substitute for genuine passion. That was what had led him, tonight, to go as far as he had with Alicia. But now, goddamn it, she was the one who had gone too far.
It was time that she got hurt a little for the years of self-restraint she had made him pay as the price for one careless night of passion that he hadn't understood himself. He hadn't wanted or meant to treat her that way, and he had thought the next morning that she had understood how he had been carried away. But no, she had set up this wall against feeling pleasure just as a means of getting back at him. Well, he had a few weapons in his arsenal too.
Into the silence following Alicia's kindly meant words, Ted dropped his bombshell.
"I'd love to fuck a girl like that," he said, directing his words directly at his young wife.
"Ted!" Mary gasped, her eyes wide and still wet with the tears of a few minutes ago.
"I'd like to suck her cunt too. How do you like that?"
Mary shook her head as if to clear it of things that she did not wish to believe she was hearing.
"Stop it, Ted," Alicia turned to him with a grim face.
"Why? At least Frank is lucky enough to have a real woman like you to take to bed at night."
Alicia, unusually for her, blushed, glancing guiltily at Mary, who was standing shocked into stillness and staring at her husband.
Frank laughed, still too drunk to realize the seriousness of what was being said. "I don't know, Ted. I mean," he leered at Mary appraisingly, "she looks pretty damn real to me!"
"They're both drunk," Alicia got up and walked toward her friend, who was trembling and looking pale as a sheet. "They don't know what they're saying."
Tall, black-haired Alicia was getting angry herself now. It was all right to try to maneuver her best friend and her husband into a position where they might want to swap mates, but it was quite something else to push a frightened girl around because she wasn't interested in going along with the idea.
"Let's get that movie going again, Frank," Ted called back to the brunette's husband. "Sissies can leave if they like."
Alicia shot him a blazing stare as Frank reached toward the wall switch as if he were going to turn off the lights.
"Well," she said icily, "that's just what we sissies are going to do, you big courageous he-men, you." With a swish of her hips she turned and guided the limp Mary from the room just as the lights went out and the movie flickered back into life on the screen.
In the Sturmon bedroom, Alicia held Mary while the young blonde wept freely in her friend's arms and began to sob out a tale of sexual problems that were far more serious than Alicia would ever have guessed from outside appearances. She had known that Ted was much more willing to enter into a swapping arrangement than Mary was, but she had not realized how deeply Mary had been wounded by the long talks her mother had given her about men when she was just becoming a woman. It did not really surprise Alicia very much that a man of such finely tuned self-control as Ted had been overcome by an animal-like passion on his wedding night, but still, when Mary finally confessed that she had not felt a trace of sexual pleasure in nearly four years of marriage, her dark-haired friend cursed the bastard for not having been more careful.
It was clear that Mary had been traumatized by one night's terror into accepting everything her mother had ever said, despite evidence to the contrary in Ted's behavior since then. Alicia was barely able to keep herself from laughing out loud when Mary told her of the "horrible thing" that Ted wanted her to do to him down between his legs, especially since the sensual brunette had been hoping to suck on Ted's cock this very night if things had worked out better. But it was no laughing matter to see her best friend locked into such a psychological quandary, and Alicia swore as she listened to the shame-wracked woman that she would do everything she could to free her of her sexual hang-ups and restore the Dawson marriage to the ideal bliss they had all envisioned for it back during their more naive high school days. For now, she knew the best thing she could do would be to calm Mary into accepting that Ted had been drunk when he said the things he did, and that she should not take them seriously.
When she had managed to get Mary to that point, Alicia left her alone in the room for a few minutes and had a brief talk with Ted, in which she suggested very firmly that, if he loved his wife, he would take her home and be more gentle with her in the future.
When she returned to the bedroom, she told Mary that she had squared everything with Ted, and that the two of them were going to solve their problems together. Then she took the young blonde out to her husband, who was waiting contritely to take her home.