Chapter 4

IT WAS DARK OUT. THERE WAS STILL A CHILL in the air as the 'wind-whipped through the naked trees, but most of the snow had either melted or been shoveled off the walks.

Mona and Frank approached the house slowly, hesitantly. They had scarcely spoken to each other since that night of revelations a week ago. Frank had taken her just once, and this time Mona didn't even bother to sneak furtively to the bathroom. She simply gratified herself in bed while Frank watched, upset but unbearably fascinated. Of course she didn't do it in the usual wild way.

"This looks like the address," he said at last.

"Well, let's go in," she replied. "We'll never find out by standing here."

Frank rang the bell twice, and a moment later Travis Bland opened the door.

"Well, well!" he beamed. "So little Mona couldn't keep away any longer?"

"Watch what you say," growled Frank, ominously.

"Knock it off, Frank," said Travis. "After all, that's not exactly a tea party going on inside there. If you can't stand the thought of someone else having your wife, you shouldn't have come."

"Maybe I shouldn't have."

Well, nobody's making you come in-though we're all looking forward to it. Especially me," he added, running his fingers lazily down Mona's cheek.

"Besides you can have Sue Ellen. I know you've been dying to get into her pants for months. And right now she isn't even wearing any I"

Frank made no reply, and Travis ushered them inside, through an empty foyer and into a huge living room. All the furniture had been removed, and in its place were half a dozen huge, king-sized mattresses. In one corner was a slightly raised platform, perhaps a foot above the ground and this, too, was covered by a mattress.

There were six couples in the room, all in varying states of undress. Sue Ellen was completely nude, strutting about with her huge, firm breasts thrust forward.

Hey!" cried one of the women. "New blood!"

Everyone turned to Frank and Mona. Frank just glared back at them, but Mona tried to shrink into herself. She was scared, and she grabbed hold of Travis's arm for support.

"Okay, boys and girls!" boomed Travis. "I want you to meet Frank and Mona Durham. Mona's the one with the boobs," General laughter. "They want to join our little club."

"My little club wants to join them!" laughed one of the men, pointing his red erection at Mona.

"I'll give you more joining than you can take," said the woman next to him, swaying her bare breasts tantalizingly close to his hot-wet lips.

"Frank and Mona, I want you to meet the gang." He pointed a thumb toward a copulating couple in one corner of the room. "Those love birds are Dave and-who you with, Dave-oh, yes, Ellen. That bare-assed little slut wiggling around the floor is my ever-lovin' Sue Ellen, who will do more than her best to make you feel at home. That's Sam and Jeannie, there's Tim and Karen...." On and on he went until the informal introduction was over.

"Still want to join?" asked Travis.

"Yes," said Mona softly.

"No need to whisper," said Sam, removing his lips from Jeannie's breast long enough to get the words out.

"Yes!" Mona shouted, startling herself with the fervency of her answer.

"Then you'll have to go through the initiation," said Karen, who was caressing her partner's organ even as she spoke.

"Yes!" chimed in another woman. "We have to have an initiation!"

"You didn't tell me about any initation," said Mona to Travis.

"Uh, didn't I?" he answered. "Must have slipped my mind. Anyway, new members always have to go through an initiation. You'll like it. It's great for getting rid of inhibitions."

"Does Frank have to do it too?" asked Mona.

"You bet your little round ass he does," said Sue Ellen. "I've been waiting for this."

"Things could be worse," laughed one of the men. "I guarantee you won't have to put up with the kind of paddling you suffer through in some fraternity initiations,"

"Just look at it as kind of a get-acquainted session," said Travis.

"All right," said Mona. "What do you want me to do?"

"We'll let you know," said Dave. "And don't look so damned frightened. The world isn't coming to an end, you know. In fact, you just might end up enjoying it."

"That's right," chimed in Ellen. "After all, we all had to go through it ourselves."

"Come on over to the platform," said Sue Ellen, taking Mona by the hand and leading her across the room. "You can go first. Frank still looks a little shy."

Mona stepped up onto the platform.

"Why don't you take off your coat so we can get a good look at you?" asked one of the men.

Mona did so, letting it drop to the floor.

"Nice figure," commented Tim.

"Is it for real?" asked Sam.

"I can testify to that," said Travis.

"Was I asking you?" said Sam.

Travis grinned and turned his eyes to Mona.

"Well kid, do like the man says. Prove you're for real."

Slowly, timorously, Mona unbuttoned her blouse and laid it neatly on the mattress.

"Better move it off of there," called one of the men. "It's going to get pretty crowded up there before long."

She did as she was told. Then, unbuckling her skirt, she drew it up over her head and placed it next to the blouse beside the mattress.

The shoes came next. Then she reached her hands behind her back, unfastening her bra, and a stony silence swept over the room.

Mona had been to bed with only two men in her life, Frank and Travis. No one else except her doctor and one boy in high school had ever seen her bare breasts, and suddenly she became panicky.

"Hey!" called out Ellen. "I've got to teach a class tomorrow morning at eight-forty."

Taking a deep breath, Mona pulled the bra away.

A gasp went up from the men as they viewed her full, ripe breasts, swaying slightly, capped by rose-tipped, amazingly long nipples.

Nobody said a word. They just stared at her exposed flesh, the men licking their lips hungrily, greedily. A slow flush of embarrassment spread over her body. She became aware of it, tried to surpress it and fight it back, but that only made it all the worse.

"If you blush now," said Jeannie, "whatever are you gonna do later?"

"Let's find out!" added Karen.

The room fell silent again, and Mona knew what they were waiting for. A little thrill surged through her body, warming the flesh and sending little shocks of anticipation into her loins. Suddenly the blush was gone-and a moment later so were the filmy panties, sliding down past her hips, over the broad expanse of thigh, and down to the floor.

For an instant, in the face of all that intent attention, she was tempted to cross her hands in front of her, to make one futile attempt to regain her modesty. But there was Travis, standing almost within reach, leering at her. There was no love in that face, no tender emotions, only lust-and the thought made her all the more anxious to have him. To have someone-anyone.

Turning back to the others, she slowly and deliberately moved her legs until she was standing, facing them, with feet apart, exposed for all their inquiring glances.

"Didn't I tell you she was for real?" boomed Travis.

Everyone muttered or nodded their agreement and for the first time now she could see lust and desire written as plainly on Frank's face as on the others'. But she had seen that look before, hundreds of times before, and it had never made any difference.

Her legs still wide apart, she blew Travis a kiss.

That was enough for him. In a second he was on the stage beside her, his hands running shamelessly over her body, touching, squeezing, probing. To hell with the rest of them! she thought. To hell with everything! She returned his embrace. Their lips met, parted, and their tongues intertwined.

"Stop the music!" yelled Dave. "That's not part of the initation. Not yet, anyway."

She grabbed him, and held him all the harder, ground her body against his thigh, but he extricated himself and turned back off the stage.

"Do you blame me?" he asked the couples on the floor.

"Hell, no!" came a group response from the men.

Mona was standing there naked and panting, on the stage, her breasts bobbing to and fro as her breath came in quick passionate pants.

"Lie down," said Helen.

"Why way?" she asked.

"So that we can see you," said Jeannie, staring at her as lustfully as Travis had.

Mona lowered herself to the mattress, hanging her legs over the edge of the platform.

"Spread 'em wider," said Jeannie.

Mona did so.

"Now do it to yourself."

"What?" asked Mona.

"Masturbate."

"No."

"Look. I can see how much he turned you on. Nobody's going to help you out until you do it to yourself first."

Mona's hand moved down her body, past the soft flatness of her stomach. It found what it sought and started manipulating it in plain view of everyone.

For a few seconds nothing happened. She couldn't stop thinking of all those people staring between her legs while she played with herself.

Then, as it always did, it began to get to her. She rubbed harder, twisting and squeezing and pulling, undulating her torso against her will.

"I think we really got a live one here," remarked Karen.

"Look at her grind those hips, will you!" whispered Tim to no one in particular.

Suddenly the climax was upon her. She bit her lip to keep from screaming out, but the scream came anyway. It was a full minute before she could once again control her body's convulsions.

"Now, that wasn't so terrible, was it?"

Mona sat up, leaning her hands on the edge of the platform. She shook her head, her eyes still glazed with the ecstasy of orgasm.

"Okay, Sam. It's about your turn, isn't it?"

Sam nodded and clambered up onto the platform, wearing nothing but his left sock and a wristwatch.

"Fellate him," said Sue Ellen.

"Do what?" asked Mona. "I don't understand."

"Suck him off," said Jeannie, still not taking her eyes from the flat triangle of hair between Mona's legs. "And you be very gentle with him. If you bite it off, I'm gonna have to get me a new husband."

A few of the women laughed at that, and Sam knelt down beside her, offering his cock. Mona cautiously lowered her lips to it, and tentatively touched it with her tongue. Sam closed his eyes and shuddered.

Mona peeked out of the corner of her eye, looking for Frank. He was staring intently at her, looking neither jealous nor angry, mostly just hot.

Suddenly Sam grabbed her head with his hands, pushing it forward, pulling it back. Mona got the idea, took up the rhythm. A moment later he gave a convulsive shudder. Then he was moving with her, mumbling incoherently between short, gasping exasperations.

When it was over, even before Sam had regained his composure, Sue Ellen turned to Travis. "Okay, stud, it's your turn now. Do your stuff."

Travis climbed back onto the platform. Mona rose to kiss him, but instead he gathered her up in his arms and carried her to a mattress in the middle of the room.

"I thought you might be getting lonely up there," he grinned.

Mona didn't answer. She simply drew him down on the mattress beside her and tugged at his shorts.

Two or three feminine hands reached out to help, and soon Travis was as devoid of clothes as Mona, Everyone backed off a bit, and sat down in a circle around the impassioned couple. One or two held drinks in their hands, Tim lit a cigarette, and Jeannie began moaning and masturbating herself, timing her movements to fit Travis's.

Mona lay back and closed her eyes, content to let the pleasure of the contact with Travis's body surge over her.

He seemed to be a thousand places at once, licking her tautly erect nipples, kissing her ear, running his hand over her stomach and thighs.

He lowered his hot, eager lips to her nipples once again, and she grabbed his head, clutching it tightly to her, moaning and writhing, twisting her body towad him.

Then his hand was on her thigh, sliding up her leg, prodding probing, pleading for entrance. She accommodated him, and then his fingers were lost from sight, exploring, seeking, finding things she never knew were down there. She relinquished her hold on his head, only to begin pushing it down warm.

His lips ran across her belly, his tongue flicking out here and there, kissing, licking, sucking. He paused just below her navel, panting for breath.

"Get down there, damn you!" she hissed, raising her hips to meet his face.

And then his mouth was there, and she began twitching and writing again, arms and legs flailing the air.

"Soon! Soon! Soon!" she murmured urgently, and he shifted his body once again, climbing on top of her.

His hands linked behind her neck and shoulders, but she tore them apart and guided them back to her breasts. His legs were pumping now, his back arching, and falling, holding and then biting, fighting, panting.

"Soon! Oh, soon!"

He increased his tempo, harder, faster, harder, faster, harder, faster.

"Now!" she screamed, in a voice he couldn't recognize. "Oh! Now! Now! Now!"

And then he was caught up in the warmth and wash of her ecstasy, oblivious to all, to everyone, even her, as he yielded at last to the tension and the passion of his own heaving, driving body.

Suddenly it was over. Quickly, as quickly as it had started, it subsided.

Travis rolled off of her, his hard, hairy body drenched with sweat, and Mona just lay there, arms stretched up over her head, one knee raised slightly, alternately sighing and gasping.

"Good as ever?" asked Travis, smiling down at her.

"Mmmm."

"Jeannie," said Sam. "If you can stop playing with yourself now, we're going to welcome Mona to the club."

"Welcome her yourself," said Jeannie, her eyelids clamped shut, her back to the group. "I'm busy!"

"Well, kid," said Travis, helping Mona to her feet and offering her a towel to wipe his hair and sweat from her body, "you're in. You're one of us now."

"That's all there is to it?" she asked. "You want more?" laughed Dave. "Give me a few minutes to rest first," she smiled, looking him square in the eye.

"Well, now that that's settled...." began Tim. "Just a minute," Mona said. "What about Frank?"

"Who?"

"My husband."

"Where is he?" asked Dave.

"Why, isn't he here?" she asked. She looked around the room, but there was no sign of him.

"Sue Ellen is missing too," noted Travis.

"I wonder if that means something," giggled Ellen.

From a room at the other end of the house came the rhythmical sound of bedsprings. "I do believe it does," laughed Travis.

"Is that his initiation?" asked Mona.

"Oh, didn't I tell you?" said Travis. "The wife takes the test for both partners. Frank's a member too-if he wants to be."

And, down the hall, Frank was doing his best to prove that he wanted to be a member, as Sue Ellen stared dully out the window and wondered if squirrels ever got buried in the snow.

"Hi, Kaye," said Joel.

"Hello, Joel."

Joel Hankins took a deep breath and let it out slowly, ending in a low whistle.

"Do you like it?" asked Kaye, whirling around a couple of times so that he could get a better look at her dress. Her rich, ripe breasts fought against the flimsy material, bobbing like two ripe melons ready for the picking.

"Like it?" he managed to ask, before his voice broke. "Is it legal to wear something like that."

"You're the lawyer," she laughed. "Why don't you tell me?"

"I think," he said, trying very hard not to smile, "that I'd better take you to my office for a brief conference."

"I thought you were taking me out to dinner," she smiled.

"Never try to interfere with the due process of the law, my dear lady," he said, taking her by the arm and leading her across the campus to his rented room.

"My!" she exclaimed upon arriving. "What an impressive office!" Her eyes fell on some pornographic pinups. "Clients of yours, I presume?"

"Actually, they're wives of clients. I took them in lieu of money."

She laughed at that and then, suddenly, they were lying on the bed together, his hands racing eagerly over her young, warm, writhing body.

His lips sought hers, found them, and his tongue slid through the moist orifice, probing the depths of her mouth. Her tongue responded in kind, and soon they were inserting and withdrawing them in a parody of the motions of sexual intercourse.

She pressed her body harder against his, her tight skirt slid up to her waist, and she drew one of his legs in between her thighs, grinding herself harder and harder against it.

Then his hands were at her dress. The neck line was so low, and her bra so scanty, that rather than removing her dress, he simply reached in and gently withdrew one of her burgeoning breasts from it's inadequate housing.

"Oh, Joel!" she moaned. "Don't stop. Please don't ever stop."

And for a few moments, he made up his mind that tonight he damned well wouldn't stop, that he would carry the ball all the way home for a touchdown. He lowered his hungry lips to her breasts once again, thrilling at the feel of her trembling response.

"Go on!" she begged him. "Please!"

He went on.

Down from her breasts, across her tiny waistline and well-rounded hips traveled his searching, fondling hands. They met behind her, in the furrow of her buttocks, and she squirmed with ecstasy.

Then he was pulling her flimsy panties off her and kneeling on the floor, his head buried between her legs. As his lips found her shining clitoris, she wrapped her legs around his neck, drawing his face still harder against her.

The legs shuddered as his tongue left her clitoris and began slithering its way up her vagina, and then she could stand it no longer, she rolled away and pulled him onto the bed beside her.

"Now!" she panted. " Do it now!"

"But we promised to wait," he whispered, fighting desperately to regain control of his seething emotions

"Promises be damned! I love you and I want you to take me now!"

"We can't, Kaye. You're a virgin. What if we broke up?"

"Then marry me tonight"

"I can't. I don't have any money. Come on, honey, don't make it any harder."

With a final hug, she released him and lay, face down upon the bed, panting. He brushed her sweat from his face and walked across the room to the sink on the wall, where he splashed cold water all over himself, mindless of the newly pressed suit he was wearing.

"Joel?" she said softly a few minutes later.

"Yes, Kaye?"

"You were right. I'm sorry."

"Are you kidding? Don't ever be sorry about wanting to go to bed with me. I'd be sorry if you didn't!"

"You know what I mean."

"Yes," he said slowly. "I do. But it was my fault. I'll just have to see to it that we're only together in crowds for a while."

"I'd better get straightened up if we still are going out for dinner," she said with attempted lightness.

"Yes you have," he answered absently. "Joel?" she asked, while standing before the mirror above the sink.

"Yes?"

"What are you thinking?"

"Oh, nothing."

"Come on. Out with it."

"Well," he began. "I was thinking of Travis Bland."

"That good-looking fellow I see you with in the law library?"

"Yeah, that's him."

"What about him."

"I just was wondering what makes a guy like that tick."

"I don't understand what that's got to do with us."

"Nothing. It's just that, well, he's almost got a lend-lease plan on Sue Ellen-that's his wife-and she doesn't seem to give a damn who he goes to bed with either. I just wonder sometimes how they can love each other and still go around sleeping with everyone in sight."

"Maybe they don't love each other."

"Then why the hell did they get married?"

"I don't know," said Kaye, putting the finishing touches on her hairdo.

"Me neither. Seems to me that if you love someone, you love someone. You don't want to go around laying everyone else who crosses your path."

"Maybe they have problems."

"You wouldn't know it to talk to him," he said. "Or to her, either."

"Are you going to spend all night telling me their problems, or are you taking me out to dinner?"

"Well," he grinned, "I've never been overly eager to spend half a week's pay on one meal, and while you may not look much like a horse, you've got an appetite like one."

She laughed and took a playful swing at him. He ducked, whirled her around, and swatted her on the buttocks.

His hand lingered there for a moment. Then it slid down beneath her skirt and up the inside of her thigh.

She turned to him, standing with legs spread wide apart to give him easier access. He manipulated her still erect clitoris then until that joyous moment of relief Was upon her.

"How about dinner, Romeo?" she smiled later.

He nodded his head and, taking her arm in his, walked out the door with her.