Beastiality

Chapter 1

A naked woman in her early thirties came out of the house. She closed
the door behind her and turned, watching the couple out near the pool.
They too were naked, dancing belly to belly and cheek to cheek. The
portable tape player was too loud now. All the neighbors were in bed.
She stooped and turned down the volume, balancing a tray with four fresh
drinks carefully on her tanned thighs. The eight-foot-high concrete
fence around the back yard kept out prying eyes from the Leatherman
patio, but the sound of sweet music from back in the big band days could
antagonize their new neighbors. She didn’t want that. The high fence had
set tongues to wagging and acted as a barrier down here in the South.
Montgomery, Alabama, the Heart of Dixie. She chuckled at the lack of
Southern hospitality they’d received. The only thing warm about Alabama
was the weather.

It was the middle of summer, almost midnight on a Saturday night. The
air was still. Leaves hung limp in the big elm by the side of the patio.
Crickets chirped softly in the thick grass beyond. A few lightning bugs
flashed as they flew silently across the yard. Lucia stood up,
congratulating herself for spraying the insect repellent about the patio
before their across-the-street neighbors and only local friends, the
young Dunstons had arrived for the back yard barbecue. All four of them
had been nude for well over an hour, and not one had suffered even a
hint of a mosquito bite. She made a mental note to get several cans of
the spray as she walked quietly to the glider, where Boyd Dunston sat
transfixed, his eyes glued to the dancing couple. The girl swaying her
midsection against the man’s hairy abdomen was Faith, his innocent bride
of less than a year.

His face retaining its sullen expression, Boyd accepted the drink from
Lucia with a grunt. He had been against swimming in the nude from the
first. He was still against it. He’d been afraid it would lead to
something like this. Now that it had, he was sorry he’d let the
Leathermans talk them into it. Faith thought it was daring, thrilling.
But what did she know? She was only eighteen and had never been outside
the state. He’d known better, being a man of twenty-three and not long
out of the Navy. Why had he finally agreed to the nude swim?

The drinks, he decided. And the calm way both Lucia and Dirk Leatherman
had kept bringing the conversation back to how healthy nudism was. Maybe
nude swimming is healthy, he thought, but things can fast get out of
hand when the drinks come continuously and nobody bothers to count.

The glider jerked as Lucia sat down beside him. Ice cubes tinkled as she
sipped at her drink. She sighed and set her glass on the patio table.
She got two cigarettes and lit them both, handing one to Boyd as she
leaned back and ran her soft hand lightly over his thigh.

“Thanks,” Boyd said. He pulled deeply on his smoke, then exhaled
forcefully, his eyes never leaving the dancing couple.

“Ten minutes,” Lucia said in a hoarse whisper.

“What?”

She smiled, letting her cool fingers walk up the inside of his thigh.
“From the looks of things, it’ll only take about ten more minutes.”

Boyd squirmed uneasily as her fingertips neared his dick. He knew now
was the time to stop her, but he said nothing. Her touch was delicate
and pleasant to his alcohol-muddled mind. “What are you talking about?
Ten minutes for what?”

“For sex,” she said, then laughed softly as his chin dropped. “Your wife
is coming on strong. Look at her.”

He watched Dirk’s hand cup his wife’s nude buttock and pull her pelvis
tighter against his. He saw the hardened head of Dirk’s big cock poke
through her white thighs. They stopped dancing. He heard Faith whimper,
saw her clench her legs together and squeeze the pole of flesh between
them. Dirk’s other hand found her neglected buttock and grasped eagerly.
He moved her slowly back and forth, letting her cunt slide over the top
of his shaft.

“No … No, you mustn’t do that.” Faith didn’t sound at all convincing.
She made a weak effort to pull away, then moaned as Dirk jerked her
roughly back against him and brought his mouth down on hers. She stood
limply, accepting the kiss as Dirk’s hands kneaded her ass and rocked
her over his stiff prick. Then, her arms suddenly going around his hairy
torso, her fingers gripping harshly into his shoulders, she groaned into
the quiet night air and opened her mouth to suck in his tongue.

Lucia’s mouth came close to Boyd’s ear. Her warm breath teased it, then
the tip of her pink tongue darted inside his ear and licked as her hand
cupped under his balls.

“Don’t,” Boyd weakly protested, pushing her hand away as he jerked his
head free of her lips and tongue. He turned and looked angrily into her
eyes. “What the hell’s going on here?”

“Our little party is about to come to a climax, darling,” Lucia
answered. She licked her lips and chuckled mirthfully, her hand coming
back between his legs. “Look at them,” she breathed excitedly, her
fingers, still cool from holding her drink, encircling his stiff and
throbbing shaft.

Ignoring Lucia’s expert fondling of his genitals, Boyd swung his head
around in time to see his wife being picked up and carried over to a
chaise lounge. Dirk leaned over and deposited Faith on her back, then
pushed her thighs apart with his hands as he came down on top of her. He
pressed his mouth to hers, silencing her half-hearted protests as he
positioned himself between her legs. His ass wiggled, bringing the big
circumcised head of his cock to the moist and parted lips of Faith’s
pussy. Dirk’s buttocks tensed. He pushed forward slowly, stretching
Faith’s lips taut as they opened to accept his purplish glans between
them.

Faith threw back her head, breaking the kiss as she harshly sucked in
her breath. Her legs opened wider, her hips moving to make penetration
easier. Arms dangling limply on either side of the chaise, eyes clenched
tightly shut, Faith shuddered as Dirk’s big cock inched up into her
vagina, stretching it, filling her cunt as it had never been filled
before. Hairy balls nestled gently into the crack of her ass. She
sighed, bringing her arms lazily up and clasping Dirk’s coarse chest
tightly to her. Curly hair chafed her hardened nipples as her breasts
flattened out against him. She whimpered, her legs folding over Dirk’s
as her hands moved down to cup his muscular buttocks and pull him deeper
into her, tighter against her.

The head of his dick bumped her cervix. “Ooooh! Oh shit!” She sobbed
brokenly, then whimpered again and again as her hips rocked the mouth of
her womb back and forth over his swollen glans.

His mouth hanging open in disbelief, Boyd sat stunned as he saw his wife
begin thrusting up her pelvis to meet Dirk’s first strokes. “Goddamn
‘em,” he muttered under his breath. Then in a slightly louder voice he
threatened, “I’ll kill him … both of them!”

Lucia grinned in silence. She had heard such outbursts before. Boyd
would do nothing of the sort, and she knew it full well. He had sat
quietly, watching for over a half-hour as Dirk seduced his young wife
little by little. His words were only to save face, a front to cover the
sexual thrill he felt at seeing his bride accept another man in
intercourse. Dirk had said it would turn out this way. As always, he’d
been right. Lucia had a handful of throbbing cock to prove that Boyd
thrilled at what he saw. Dirk had sized up the Dunstons the first
evening they’d spent together. He’d been on the make for Faith ever
since, and Boyd was not exactly unappealing to Lucia. In fact, the
stiffened organ in her grasping hand caused her mouth to water. She
dropped to her knees in front of Boyd and took the cigarette butt from
his hand. Pitching it off into the grass, she worked her shoulders
between his legs and bent her head to his groin. She skinned back his
foreskin and, holding his shaft tightly, lowered her face. The entire
head of his cock was covered with the clear fluid his aroused organs had
produced. Her lips formed over his glans, her tongue licking at its
weeping eye as he pushed weakly and ineffectively to break the contact.

“Let me suck you,” she whispered seductively, then flashed out with her
tongue and licked around and around his velvet crown. He groaned and
released her head. “Forget Faith and Dirk. Close your eyes and lean
back. Relax. I want you to enjoy this as much as I’m going to.”

“But they’re fucking! Your husband and my wife!”

“So? It happens all the time in our social circle. Don’t tell me this is
the first time for you and Faith.” Lucia knew that it was the first
extramarital adventure for Boyd and Faith. They were exactly the kind of
inexperienced young marrieds that she and Dirk sought out. It gave them
both an added thrill to break in a new couple to mate swapping,
especially when they were as innocent and unsuspecting as Boyd and Faith
were. She’d spoken the same lines to many horrified young husbands who’d
sat trembling with excitement as their wives got their first taste of
Dirk’s cunt-stretcher. Her words were chosen with a purpose–to put the
confused husband on the defensive. No man liked to admit that he was a
bumpkin, that he was unsophisticated. “Besides, what good would it do to
stop them now? I think they’re both enjoying it thoroughly. Let’s you
and I even up the score.”

Somehow it all didn’t seem right to Boyd. He stared over at Faith,
hoping that it was all a dream, that she really wasn’t giving herself to
Dirk. What he saw inflamed him all the more. Faith, who had been a shy
virgin when they married and had not once looked at another man, was
giving her all to Dirk. She was responding to his brutal thrusts with
lustful abandon, meeting him halfway in mid-air and grunting like a sow
in rut each time her ass was driven forcefully back down onto the
chaise. The lewd sounds of flesh slapping on flesh caught in his ears,
joining his wife’s moans of pleasure and Dirk’s grunting encouragement
that spurred her on. Faith’s legs shot up and clamped around Dirk’s
buttocks. She wailed out mournfully as her tilted pelvis allowed his
prick to fill her completely. Her heels beat rapidly into the cheeks of
his pistoning ass, keeping time with his driving thrusts.

“Oh, Dirk! Oh God, daddy … oh, sweet man!” Faith’s voice was raspy
with lust, her words more gruntings than words.

Dirk slammed down into her, holding his cock in to the hilt and harshly
grinding their pubic mounds together. He rotated his ass, rolling and
stretching her cunt with the full length of his nine-inch rod. Faith’s
face screwed up in agonized sex pain. Her lips drew back and bared her
teeth. Her hands tightened into fists and she beat at his back. She
tried to speak but only incoherent mumblings escaped her throat.

“Is it good, baby?”

“Mmmmm!”

Laughing, Dirk throbbed his glans deep within her. He felt her tense,
heard her sigh, then gasped himself as her strong vagina tightened down
along his thick shaft.

“Again!” she shouted, her fingernails raking down his back and digging
into the cheeks of his ass. “Do that again!”

“You mean this?” he asked, throbbing the head of his dick against her
cervix.

“Uhgh! Yes … yes! Don’t stop … more. Do it some more.”

They fell into a rhythm, Dirk throbbing his cock over and over and Faith
answering each time by clamping the walls of her vagina tightly around
him. She frantically held him to her, her fingernails leaving red welts
as she clawed at his ass to keep him from pulling out even a fraction of
an inch. She began to sob brokenly, tears rolling down her cheeks as the
muscles of her abdomen rippled again and again.

“Oh! Oh Jesus, that’s good!” Faith breathed hoarsely.

“You like that, do you?”

“Yes … shit yes! Make me come that way, Dirk … make me come!”

“Already?”

“Yeah … yeah, I’m almost there!” she panted. Her eyes screwed shut and
her cunt speeded up, clasping down around his cock and urging him to
throb his glans more rapidly.

“God, you’re a hot little bitch! Okay, baby, let loose and fly, but ease
up on me. That pussy of yours is like melted butter. If you’re not
careful, you’ll milk the juice right up from my nuts, and I’m not ready
for that yet.”

“Hurry … push me, daddy! Ohh … push me over!”

Gritting his teeth, Dirk throbbed his cock faster and faster. Little
mewling sounds came up out of her throat. Sweat popped out on her
forehead and belly. Suddenly Faith stiffened. Her eyes rolled back in
their sockets and her tongue licked rapidly at her parted lips. Her cunt
began its fluttering dance of orgasm. Faith threw back her head and
screamed out shrilly into the night, her asshole joining in and gulping
at the cool air as total climax claimed her.

She fell back limply when it was over, her entire body twitching from
head to toe, her lungs gasping for air. Her arms and legs fell free of
Dirk, her knuckles thumping against the concrete patio, the soles of her
bare feet making two separate and distinct little slaps as they hit
also. Her head rolled from side to side, trailing the soft, glistening
tresses of her long brown hair. She whimpered softly, taking a long time
to come down from the blissful heights.

Dirk stiff-armed up, looming above her and grinning down into her
completely relaxed face. Finally her eyes opened and she smiled up at
him. He throbbed his cock and chuckled as she groaned. “That looked like
a good one,” he said.

“You mean there’s more?”

“Shit, baby, we’re just getting started. That was only the warm-up.”

“I don’t know if I can take any more tonight.”

“Bullshit. It’s time you learned what real fucking is all about. Let’s
show that husband of yours what you were made for.”

A cold chill swept over Faith’s body. With all the drinks and Dirk’s
expert attentions, she’d forgotten all about Boyd, had been carried
along into a world where only she and Dirk existed, where nothing
mattered but physical pleasure. She jerked her head and looked toward
him. His eyes glared back at her. He’d seen it all. What must he think
of her now? Oh, dear God! But wait! It wasn’t anger she saw in his eyes.
It was lust! Boyd had sat right there and watched it all. How could he
have allowed it to happen? Why hadn’t he stopped Dirk before it was too
late?

As her gaze dropped from his flushed face, Faith saw why her husband had
made no move to prevent her seduction. Lucia was on her knees between
his widespread legs, her hair swaying jerkily as her head bobbed up and
down at Boyd’s loins. My God! She had his dick in her mouth! She was
sucking him! And to make matters worse, Boyd was thoroughly enjoying the
perverted act! A sense of anger and self-righteousness swept over Faith.
How could Lucia be so nasty? How could Boyd let Lucia do that animal
thing to him? At least what she and Dirk had done was normal. The
thought assuaged her guilty conscience. Dirk’s thick cock stroking
slowly in and out of her still sensitive pussy helped too. Piss on Boyd,
she thought hazily. Dirk was making her feel like her own husband never
had. It was good … so good! If Boyd wasn’t man enough to make him
quit, then let him watch. Faith brought her mouth to Dirk’s and kissed
him wetly. Wantonly, she arched her back and began hunching to increase
the pleasure his hard organ afforded. She rubbed her open palms
sensually up and down his back a few times, then eagerly grasped at his
ass and pulled to help him hit harder into her.

Boyd licked absently at his dry, parted lips. The sound of Faith’s
breath sucking in harshly as Dirk’s glans hit into her cervix once more
rang obscenely in his ears. His heart was beating rapidly, violently.
The sound of its “thump, thump, thump,” joined the lewd slaps of Dirk’s
hairy abdomen as he hunched into Faith again and again. His wife’s
throaty moans and groans added to his distress and made his head feel
light and dizzy.

Again Boyd’s conscience stabbed unmercifully at his heart. He groaned
aloud at the pain in his chest. He struggled for breath, fought for the
courage to shove Lucia away and go over to the chaise and pull Dirk from
between his young wife’s legs. It was wrong–all of it! Faith shouldn’t
be letting him screw her! And he shouldn’t be letting Lucia suck so
deliciously on his excited organ! He should stop it, should jerk Dirk
from his wife and drag her home to beat the hell out of her. NOW! DO IT
NOW, his conscience screamed. HURRY, BEFORE IT’S TOO LATE!

Mustering all the will power at his command, Boyd shoved roughly at
Lucia’s forehead. The wet smack of broken suction filled his ears as
Lucia toppled backward. Ignoring her angry outburst, he jumped to his
feet and ran across the patio. The night air felt cold on his saliva-wet
prick as it swayed, still hard as a rock, to and fro. His bare feet
slapped the concrete. His cock slapped too, hitting wetly from one side
of his stomach to the other as he ran the few steps to where Dirk and
Faith lay on the chaise. He stopped beside them, hesitating, unsure as
to how to go about untangling the adulterous union.

Faith was moaning steadily now, her lovely face all distorted with
raging lust as her head rolled from side to side. Her eyes opened and
looked up at him, then closed dreamily again as if she hadn’t even seen
him standing above her and her big-dicked lover. Her arms were locked
around Dirk’s muscled back, holding him tightly to her.

“Harder! Fuck harder!”

It was a command, a hungry order. The hissing words had come from
Faith’s mouth but the voice was not hers. Boyd’s mouth dropped open in
disbelief. He stared dumfounded as Faith clawed viciously at Dirk’s back
with her long, painted nails. Her feet dropped from the chaise and hit
the patio. Her heels came up off the concrete as she braced with the
balls of her feet and slammed her cunt up abandonedly to Dirk. Her toes
curled down against the concrete and turned white from the intensity of
her efforts. The muscles of her calves and thighs stood out from the
strain. Her legs were spread wide, the tendons standing out like taut
cords behind her flexed knees. The soft flesh of her thighs swayed with
each frantic thrust of her pelvis. Just below the wet, hairy mound of
her cunt the tendons on the inner slopes of her creamy white thighs
stood out boldly from the soft flesh, jerking and dancing like
bowstrings being rapidly plucked.

Orgasm was drawing near for them both. For a crazy second Boyd
considered letting them go on with the wild, jerky union. He was even
more caught up in their lust now than he had been at the start. He
hadn’t believed it then, and thought that his eyes were playing tricks
on him as Dirk’s huge cock spread Faith’s small cunt to the very limit
and inched up into her slowly until his wrinkled scrotum nestled snugly
into the warm crack of her innocent young ass. But there was no doubt in
his mind now. Faith had more meat in her tunnel than he, himself, would
ever be able to give her. And she loved it! Goddamn her! She loved it!
She was going out of her head with lust and chanting vile obscenities
into Dirk’s ear as she clawed his back and threw her pussy up to gobble
his donkey-like cock again and again.

A hoarse, unintelligible curse burst from his throat. He grabbed Faith’s
wrists and flung her arms to the sides, away from Dirk’s red-streaked
back.

Faith looked up glassily at him. Saliva trickled down her cheek. Her
lips were puffy and trembling. Sweat beaded her forehead and she licked
wildly at her teeth and lips. Her eyes clenched shut. Her lips pulled
back and bared her teeth. Her arms shot up and clasped Dirk harshly to
her again. “Oooh! Ouuu!” She groaned mournfully as the first waves of
deep orgasm swept throughout her body. “I’m coming! OH DIRK! DARLING
MAN! Come with me … hurry … shoot it … shoot it … SHOOT IT!!!”

The urgent pleas caused Dirk to plunge into the dark, sweet lake of
orgasmic waters right along with her. A guttural sound ripped from his
throat. The cheeks of his ass dimpled as he ground his pelvis roughly
into Faith’s, holding the full length of his twitching cock inside her
fluttering vagina. His mouth sought hers, found it and closed over her
lips. His tongue shot into her mouth. He moaned a muffled moan into her
oral cavity as her cheeks hollowed in suction and drew his pink spear
out to the limit.

Grabbing a mass of Dirk’s hair, Boyd jerked his head back. The sound of
the broken kiss was a loud, wet slurp. Warmth covered Boyd’s backside. A
small hand came around him and grasped harshly at his hard dick. Another
small hand came around his other side and fingers enclosed his balls.
The fingers squeezed down just enough to cause spears of pain to shoot
up through his loins.

“Leave ‘em alone, Boyd. It’s too late to stop them now.” Lucia’s voice
was soft, but it was more of an order than a request. Her tone held a
threat.

“No! Goddamn it! NO!” Boyd shouted. He jerked Dirk’s head back roughly,
enjoying the painful wail that escaped the older man’s tightly stretched
throat.

“Stop it!”

Lucia’s voice cut like a knife in his ears. Her fingernails scraped and
dug into the shaft of his cock. The sharp pain caused him to cry out and
gasp, but still he tugged at Dirk’s head in an effort to drag the man
from his wife before he went into orgasm and shot his sperm inside her
heaving belly. Lucia’s slender fingers tightened threateningly around
his balls.

“Oh-uhgg! No … No, Lucia!” A dull, sickening pain swept over Boyd as
Lucia squeezed down a little harder on his nuts.

“Turn Dirk loose or I’ll crush them for you!”

When Boyd refused to release his grip on her husband’s hair, Lucia made
good her promise. Smiling inwardly, secretly pleased that Boyd had
presented her with the opportunity to exercise her sadistic nature,
Lucia suddenly clamped down on his balls with all her might. Boyd
disappointed her. She’d hoped to hear him scream out shrilly into the
night. But he didn’t. Instead, he merely stiffened and heaved a choking
gasp.

Releasing Dirk’s hair, Boyd sank to his knees beside the wildly fucking
couple. His hands covered his groin and he rocked back and forth,
moaning and whimpering. He heard his wife sobbing out her second orgasm.
It didn’t matter. Nothing mattered now except the waves of nausea
churning through his guts. Hands pushed at his head, forcing his face
into the crack of Dirk’s warm and sweaty ass. The smell of shit filled
his nostrils. Boyd gagged. He fought against vomiting for a moment, then
the smell was gone. He opened his eyes and saw a pair of hairy balls
jerking rhythmically above a dancing asshole. The coarse sounds of a
grunting male orgasm joined Faith’s softer sighs. A trickle of come
overflowed her cock-filled pussy and collected in her quivering anus.

Chapter 2

Dirk left his spurting cock buried in Faith to the hilt till the spasms
subsided and his balls loosened and hung limp once more. The young
wife’s moans had diminished to afterglow whimperings when he slowly
pulled his limp and glistening organ from her vagina and stood beside
the chaise. Boyd was hobbling around in a circle, groaning and still
holding his pain-racked nuts.

“You shouldn’t have been so hard on him, baby,” he admonished Lucia. She
smiled wickedly, her eyes gleaming as she watched the bent-over young
husband doing his dance of pain. Dirk went to her and kissed her lips.
He put his mouth to her ear and whispered, “Control yourself. Later,
honey. When we get the party set up … then you can have all the fun
with him you want. But not now. Be careful, or you’ll scare them off.”

“Her too,” Lucia breathed excitedly. “I’ve got luscious plans for Faith
too.”

“Tell me about it later. Let’s calm them down right now or we may blow
the whole bit. I’ll take care of Boyd. You go sit with Faith and keep
her from having an attack of conscience.”

Lucia nodded and went to the chaise. She sat down beside Faith and
smiled sweetly down into her eyes. Palming a strand of sweat-dampened
hair from Faith’s forehead and gently patting her abdomen at the same
time, she asked, “Having a good time, little one?”

“Oh, God! I don’t know what came over me. I’m sorry, Lucia. I didn’t
mean to…I mean…Oh! Oh, I don’t know how to say it.”

“Hush, baby, hush. You don’t have to say anything. And for God’s sake
don’t apologize. I’m glad you and Dirk made it so deliciously together.”

“You’re not jealous? You don’t hate me?”

Lucia bent and planted a motherly kiss on her forehead. “Do I act like
I’m jealous? Hell no. I liked it. It gave me a thrill to see you and
Dirk balling. He’s great, isn’t he? Listen, baby, I’ll loan him to you
any time you want.”

“Oh, Lucia! Oh no, I couldn’t! I just couldn’t let it happen again.”

“Why not? It was good, wasn’t it?”

“Christ, yes! I can’t deny that. Dirk is really all man. He brought out
nerves in me that I didn’t know I had. Ohhh!”

“So? Where’s the problem? Dirk goes for you just as much as you go for
him.”

“It’s wrong, Lucia. So wicked!”

“Bull shit. Anything that turns you on and doesn’t hurt anyone else is
not wicked.”

At the mention of “anyone else” Faith’s head jerked up and her eyes
opened wide, looking around for her husband. She spotted him out by the
pool. He was glaring angrily at Dirk and looked as if he might hit him
at any minute. “Boyd,” she said softly. “It hurt, Boyd.”

“It didn’t hurt him as much as you think. It’s a funny thing, Faith, but
many men … how should I say it? Well, he’s not as angry as he looks.
Take my word for it.”

“You’re wrong, Lucia. He’s mad, really mad. I’ve never seen him so mad
about anything!”

Chuckling softly, Lucia answered, “He’s saving face, baby. That’s all it
amounts to, believe me.”

“You think he’ll get over it? You think he’ll forgive me?”

“I guarantee it.”

“I don’t know. I don’t know. Look! They’re going to fight!”

Lucia swung her head around in time to see Boyd shove Dirk backward into
the swimming pool. She laughed aloud as his muscular body splashed into
the water and Boyd turned to stomp toward them. She got up and moved
away from the chaise, giving Boyd a wide berth as she walked to the pool
to help Dirk out. “You cooled off now, lover?” she asked, extending her
hand and taking his to pull him up from the water.

Wiping the hair from his face, Dirk smiled knowingly as he came out of
the pool and stood dripping beside her. He took one of her nipples
between his thumb and forefinger and pinched down harshly into the brown
flesh.

A shiver shot through Lucia’s body. She whimpered. Then she pushed his
hand away and hugged Dirk lovingly. “Wait till they leave, darling,” she
whispered.

They stood by the pool, watching as Boyd angrily jerked his wife to her
feet and slapped her face. He went to their pile of clothes and threw
Faith’s dress at her, ordering her to put it on as he slid his legs into
his trousers.

“What do you think?” asked Lucia, her fingertips lightly teasing at
Dirk’s lower stomach.

“I think they’re made to order … putty for the sculptor’s hand to mold
at will,” Dirk replied with a grin.

Tears streamed down Faith’s cheeks as she pulled the dress over her head
and wiggled into it. She reached behind her to zip it up but had to
abandon the project to catch her shoes when Boyd threw them at her one
at a time. She had no time to put them on, for Boyd jammed his bare feet
into his loafers and came at her angrily with their underthings and
stockings in his left hand. With his right hand he gripped her upper
arm, digging his fingers into the soft flesh, and dragging her around
the side of the house.

The gate opened and then slammed shut. Lucia smiled up at Dirk. “Boyd’s
more of a man than I thought,” she said. “Do you think he’ll beat her?”

“Naw. He may slap her once or twice, but he won’t hurt her. I wish we
had their bedroom wired for sound. They’re going to have the wildest
screw they’ve ever had in a few minutes, and I’d like to hear it.”

“Come on in the house, sculptor. There’s going to be a wild fuck taking
place in our bedroom tonight, too,” Lucia said, her fingers eagerly
enfolding Dirk’s reawakening prick.

* * *

Heading straight for their bedroom, Boyd dragged Faith through the house
without a word. He pulled her cringing form through the doorway and
slammed the door shut. Then he swung her roughly and sent her sprawling
on the bed. Throwing their underthings on the dresser and knocking her
perfume and make-up articles off onto the floor, he hissed, “You pig!
Slut! Whore! Bitch!”

Faith sat up, cringing in the middle of the bed as Boyd stood glaring
hatefully at her. She wanted to admit he was right. The names he called
her … they were true and accurate. She couldn’t blame him for the
outburst, the angry accusations, for the same words had been running
through her own mind. Boyd had only given voice to the way she felt
about her insane lapse of self-control. A fresh flood of tears obscured
her vision and cascaded down her cheeks. She sobbed aloud and buried her
face in her hands. “I’m sorry, Boyd. I’m so sorry,” she whimpered
through her hands.

“Sorry? Sorry? Is that supposed to make it all right? No! Goddamn you,
no! You made a fool of me, you little whore! I loved you. I thought you
were a good girl. Good girl! Shit, what a fucking laugh! You’re nothing
but a wanton slut that had me fooled. Boy! Did you have me fooled! You
know what? I even believed you were a virgin when we got married. Isn’t
that a laugh? How’d you do it, bitch? How’d you make the blood come the
first time I fucked you? But then, thinking back on it, there wasn’t
much blood, was there? Just a few drops at the most … barely stained
the sheet, as I recall. What’d you do? Hold your cunt lips together to
make it feel so tight? Yeah … that’s what you did. I remember how you
put it in for me. You weren’t concerned so much with putting it in nice
and easy as you were with making me think it was a tight and virginal
pussy, weren’t you.”

“No, Boyd. That’s not true. I was a virgin … you know I was. I didn’t
try to fool you, honey. I’ve never tried to fool you about anything. Oh,
God! No, you mustn’t think that.”

“Shut up! The blood. What’d you do to make yourself bleed? Scratch
yourself with those long fingernails? Must have. Had to be that way,
because as soon as I got my cock all the way in you it was like you just
… opened up. Yeah! You liked it right from the start. You shouldn’t
have … now that I think about it. It should have hurt you the first
time. Most girls don’t like it for a few months. I read that in a good
book. Yeah! It’s an ordeal for them at first, sex is. But not you.
Goddamn it! Not for you it wasn’t! You hunched that pussy right up to me
the very first time!”

“I loved you, Boyd … that’s why! I wanted it to be good for you. It
did hurt me, but I didn’t let on because I knew you wanted it to feel
good to me too. I acted like it did for your sake, darling…that’s all.
I swear that’s the way it was. You were the first…the only man for
me.”

Boyd glared coldly at her. His voice was sharp and cutting as he spat,
“I don’t believe I was the first … not now … not after what I saw
tonight. You lay right there in front of me and let that son-of-a bitch
stick his mule cock in you.”

Anger mounted in Faith until it overcame the humiliation of her lustful
abandon on the Leatherman’s patio. “Why you self-righteous prick! I saw
you and Lucia too, you know! You pervert! She sucked your dick, and
don’t try to deny that you loved it! Shit yes, you liked it! You let her
take it in her mouth while you watched Dirk and me fuck! Why didn’t you
stop us if you wanted to? I’m your wife, aren’t I? All you had to do was
grab me by the hand and drag me home. That’s all! You could have stopped
it before it even got started good. Why didn’t you?”

“I didn’t believe my eyes … that’s why. I thought, ‘No. No, it can’t
be happening. Faith wouldn’t let it. She loves me too much to give it to
another guy.’ Now I know better. You’re a damned nympho … wouldn’t
surprise me if I came home some night and found you letting a nigger
hump you.”

“Boyd!!! That’s enough now!” Faith jumped up and slapped Boyd
resoundingly, her fingers leaving red splotches on his pink cheek.

Instinctively Boyd reacted by returning her slap. In his frustrated
anger he hit her harder than he meant to, and sent her sprawling on her
back across the bed once more. Then, grunting like an animal, he bent
over her and grabbed at the collar of her dress. One frantic jerk ripped
the dress down to her waist. Her bared breasts jiggled as the bed rolled
and jerked. Before he realized what he was doing, Boyd heard his wife
screaming and pleading with him to stop. He saw what he was doing too
late to stop the last blow, and his open palm hit into her soft breast
again. The loud slapping noise echoed inside his head and joined her
moan of pain.

He was hurting her. Under normal circumstances Boyd would have been
horrified by his actions, but this was not a normal situation. The
sounds of her anguish only incited him to further brutality. He took
both her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. Grinning down at
her, he began tightening his hold, watching the astonishment in her
lovely face as his fingertips bit deeper and deeper into her brown
aureoles.

Sharp spears of pain shot out from her breasts, making her whimper all
the more. “Don’t Boyd! Please stop. You’re hurting me, honey. Ohh,
you’re hurting me.”

Sneering down at her pain-racked face, Boyd pinched all the harder. “I
ought to kill you!” he shouted, his fingertips biting brutally into her
nipples and twisting at the same time.

“Aargh! aargh! God … oh God! Hurts … oh, it hurts!” Faith moaned
pitifully. She writhed in agony, but though her hands were free she made
no effort to escape. Instead she bore the sharp pain with gasps and
groans as Boyd twisted her tender flesh this way and that. She sucked in
her breath harshly as he pulled out her nipples and tried to tear them
from her body. To her utter amazement, Faith found herself reaching out
for Boyd’s dick, her fingers clawing frenziedly at his fly in an effort
to get it open.

The intense pain had changed somehow. It still hurt terribly, but there
was something else now added to it. It hurt good!!!! It hurt deliciously
good!!! She jerked open Boyd’s fly and grasped his hard cock, pulled it
from his pants and eagerly worked her hand up and down its pulsating
shaft.

“You cock-hungry bitch!” Boyd hissed, staring down at her with an
obvious mixture of hatred and lust showing in his lace.

“Boyd! Oh God, honey … fuck me!!”

“What’s the matter? Didn’t Leatherman give you enough cock for one
night?”

“To hell with Dirk … to hell with everybody. I want you, Boyd … you!
I love you, darling … love you so much, so much!”

A grin spread over Boyd’s face as he stood up and undid his pants. After
letting his pants fall to the floor and kicking them off to the side, he
bent over Faith again and ripped the dress completely open. Palming his
stiff organ, Boyd slapped it several times up against his belly, letting
it sway as it fell each time. He watched Faith’s eyes, saw her licking
her lips and heard her panting lust as she stared at his dancing penis.

She spread her legs and held out her arms. “Give it to me. Now … give
it to me now! Don’t tease me any more, darling. I’m on fire for you …
come to me … FUCK ME!!!”

Coming atop her, Boyd positioned himself between her legs. He brought
the head of his organ to her hot, moist cunt and ran it up and down the
length of her twitching cleft.

“Put it in, honey. Oh God, put it in me before I go out of my mind!”

“You like my cock, huh?” Boyd asked, teasing her verbally as he stroked
up her pussy again with the head of his cock.

“Yes … oh yes! I love your cock, darling … love it … love it!”

She tried to reach for his organ and help get it into her vagina, but
Boyd slapped her hand away. “Not yet!” he said imperiously. “There’s
something you’ve got to do first.”

With that, he pulled away from her pelvis and crawled spraddle-legged up
her body, stopping with his cock in her face as he sat unconcernedly
down on her chest and soft breasts.

“Boyd? Darling, what in the world?”

“Kiss it!”

“No, Boyd! Don’t make me do that. That’s perversion!”

“I didn’t ask you for a damned lecture. KISS IT!!!”

“No, honey … please, no. It’ll make me feel like a whore.”

“You are a whore,” Boyd retorted quickly.

Faith shook her head in protest. She meant to tell Boyd that he was
wrong. However, she had no chance for words, for both her husband’s
hands grabbed into her hair and jerked her face toward his genitals. She
had no choice but to allow her lips to be drawn to his glans, there to
be moved slowly from side to side as he rocked her head painfully back
and forth.

“Kiss it,” he ordered, holding her head still at last, with the weeping
eye of his cock part way between her soft lips.

Whimpering at the pain in her scalp, her mind reeling at the unspeakable
indignity being forced on her by her own husband, Faith timidly pursed
her lips and smacked a weak kiss around the tip of his glans. “Again,”
she heard him bark. As her lips pursed for the second time, she felt his
cock slip through them and poke at her teeth. His musky-tasting glans
pressed harder and he held her hair in trembling hands. “Open your
mouth, Faith,” his voice said, as if from afar.

It was no use fighting against it. He only pulled her hair all the more
and kept her lips over his glans. Finally she did as he wanted and
opened her teeth to let his organ slip into her mouth. His flavor was
strong on her sensitive tongue. She’d expected to feel revolted with a
mouthful of male organ. All her life she’d heard how perverted and dirty
it was to let a boy put his penis in your mouth. Maybe it is perverted,
she thought hazily, and maybe it’s dirty too. But it’s something
else–it’s thrilling as all hell! The urge to resist further drained
from her body suddenly, leaving her weak and trembling with lust. She
stroked her palms up Boyd’s legs and cupped his ass firmly, her hands
pulling him toward her, getting his cock deeper into her mouth. Deeper
and deeper, until her lips felt the coarse hair of his pubic mound and
the head of his rod hit into the soft membrane at the back of her
throat.

“That’s it, baby … suck it … suck it good!”

Boyd’s raspy encouragement whipped her lust to a higher peak. Her tongue
licked eagerly at the big, sensitive vein along the bottom of his shaft.
Her cheeks hollowed in harsh suction around his rod. Her fingernails dug
excitedly into the quivering cheeks of his buttocks and held him in
place as she pushed her head forward and strained for more. The fatty
tissue of his pubic mound gave a little under the pressure of her
wide-open teeth and swollen lips. The head of his cock jabbed into the
back of her throat and tried in vain to negotiate the downward bend and
fill her swallowing throat as well as her sucking mouth.

“Oh, baby … God, baby … Oh God!” Boyd’s eyes were wide open, staring
down at the lustful expression on Faith’s face. It was too erotic to
bear. His balls drew-up tight against his body in readiness for orgasm.
His glans twitched and began a rhythmical throbbing. It was too soon …
too soon. Suddenly he backed away from her and jerked his
almost-out-of-control penis from her harshly sucking oral cavity.

A loud slurping noise filled the room as Faith unexpectedly lost her
mouthful of blood-engorged meat. She groaned in protest and licked at
her lips, her eyes coming open to stare hungrily at her husband’s
spit-slick prick. “Give it back, Boyd! Let me suck it. I want to,
darling, I want to! Let me suck it all the way … come in my mouth …
Yes! Oh, do come in my mouth!”

But that was not what Boyd had in mind. To force his newly unfaithful
wife to take his dick in her mouth and suck on it was not meant to give
her pleasure. No. He’d only done it to humiliate her, to treat her like
the whore she’d proved herself that very night to be. It had surprised
him as much as Faith when suddenly it was no longer a game of put-down,
but turned instead to a lewd new pleasure for them both. “Pig!” he
shouted, as much in anger at himself for enjoying it as a verbal slap at
his violently sexed-up wife. He slapped her viciously across the face
and recoiled when her moan of pleasure rather than pain fell in his
ears.

His mind reeling in frustration, Boyd got up and stood beside the bed.
Faith moaned mournfully and held out her arms to him. Her legs opened
invitingly. Her pelvis heaved with urgent desire, raising her smooth
buttocks up off the mattress and moving in little hunching, circular
motions.

“Fuck me … Please, darling, I need you … I need you …”

The hair surrounding her cunt was wet with sweat and sex juices,
plastered to her skin in tight little curls. Her outer lips were
standing wide open, blood engorged and swollen with raw lust. Her inner
lips also protruded outward, and were colored a fiery red in testimony
to her agitated state of sexual need. Resembling a small penis in full
erection, her clitoris had left the protection of its hood and stood out
boldly at the top of her elliptical opening.

The sight was even more frustrating to Boyd. He stood gawking down at
the wild woman his wife had become. His penis throbbed eagerly as his
eyes took in the condition of Faith’s cock-hungry pussy. He had never
seen it in quite this condition. And there was something else he saw,
something that both thrilled and repelled him. The something else was
not a natural part of Faith’s sexual excitement, nor any other female,
for that matter. It was white and sticky-looking. The inch of skin
between her cunt and asshole was covered with it. In her asshole itself
was a small pool of the white fluid that almost obscured the anus-brown
color.

“Hurry, darling, hurry,” Faith murmured. She clamped down the muscles of
her vagina as if caressing an imaginary penis within it. The motion sent
a blob of Dirk’s deeply planted come rushing down her tunnel.

Unable to tear his gaze from her cunt, Boyd saw the mass of his wife’s
adulterous lover’s come slide obscenely out of her vagina. It stopped
just inside her crimson-red inner lips and jiggled there momentarily,
then oozed out and pooled in the widespread opening of her young pussy.
The sight drew him like a magnet. As if hypnotized, Boyd bent over his
wife and brought his face closer to her steaming slit. Her inner muscles
relaxed and the pool of Dirk’s come was slurped back up inside her
belly.

With an alien groan ripping from his throat, Boyd put both his hands on
her lower abdomen and pressed down. The come again appeared at the end
of her vagina. He pressed harder, trying to see it come out the rest of
the way and lie in her open cunt-lips like it did before. It refused to
leave the warm comfort of her vagina.

Faith could feel her husband’s hot breath as it bathed her vulva. One
hand now pressed at her stomach while the fingers of another probed
through her sensitive inner lips and played maddenly just inside the
tube of her vagina. “Boyd! Boyd? Boyd … what are you doing, honey?”

An animal-like grunt was his only answer for perhaps twenty seconds or
more. Then her buttocks were hoisted up suddenly and Boyd was kneeling
between her legs, bringing his face up awfully close to her crotch and
pushing her thighs up and wider apart.

“Honey? Boyd?”

His voice was unrecognizable, a raspy exhalation of breath. “Squeeze
down again … like you had a cock up you!”

Obediently she again caressed an imaginary penis and held the walls of
her vagina clamped tightly together. She felt Boyd tremble violently as
his fingers gripped harshly into the soft flesh of her elevated thighs.
She raised her head and looked down into his face. A gasp of
astonishment escaped her open mouth at the sight of his tortured facial
expression. His eyes were wide and glassy. His mouth hung open and
saliva drooled down his chin. His lips twitched spasmodically out of
control.

“Honey … No, Boyd … NO!! OH, NOO!!!”

But it was too late, and if he heard her protestations, Boyd gave no
sign of heeding her pleas. With a pitiful little whimper he dropped his
face to her genitals and claimed her cunt with his mouth. Faith was
dumfounded by his action. Never had he given any inkling of a desire to
kiss her there … never. Why now? She was in such a mess after Dirk had
finished with her.

“Oh God … Let me up, Boyd. I’ll go douche it out for you, honey. Then
you can suck me, but not now.”

Still Boyd paid her no mind. His hands went under her ass and cupped her
tightly to his face. His lips tightened over her cunt in harsh suction
and his tongue shot up into her and licked … licked and licked and
licked, until she thought she’d go out of her mind from the sheer
pleasure of it.

With a last burst of decency, she pushed his face away and looked down
pleadingly into his lust-gazed eyes. He gulped and smacked his puffy
lips. A trickle of Dirk’s fluid lay in a ragged, white mustache on his
upper lip. She watched, more fascinated than horrified now, as he licked
it off and took it into his mouth.

Chapter 3

No one stirred in either the Leatherman or Dunston houses. Both couples
slept until the sun was high up in the sky. It was the usual Sunday
routine for Lucia and Dirk Leatherman. Both had dropped all pretenses of
a religious belief while in college, many years past. Lucia considered
herself an agnostic; Dirk never bothered to try and classify himself.

On most Sundays Boyd and Faith got up in time to attend both Sunday
school and church services. Not that they were devoutly religious. It
was merely the easiest way to get along, since the church they normally
attended was pastored by Faith’s father. It was a small church, a
fundamentalist sect, and Faith’s father shouted his sermons from the
pulpit in the best tradition of a vanishing style of hell-fire oratory
that sometimes made the hair on the back of Boyd’s neck stand up in
fright.

That Sunday Boyd awoke slowly. He glanced sleepily over at the clock on
the bedside table. He groaned aloud. Sunday school was over and the
church service was more than ten minutes underway. There’d be hell to
pay at supper. Though Faith’s mother was a wonderful cook, no one would
enjoy the meal. Her father would see to that, as he always did when they
failed to show up for Sunday morning worship. A private sermon was in
order, and though he’d heard it enough times to memorize it word for
word, it still left him feeling like the worst of sinners for not caring
sufficiently for Faith to look after her soul by making sure that she
was in a front pew when her father delivered his message of the week to
the small flock.

Reaching for a cigarette, Boyd wondered why they’d forgotten to set the
alarm. He had the cigarette in his mouth and lit before he was awake
enough to remember anything of last night’s activities. His hand
trembling slightly, he shook out the match and sucked a deep pull of
smoke down into his lungs. The dead match fell into the ash tray with a
tiny tinkle. He exhaled with a sigh, turning to look at Faith.

A sleeping angel. That’s what she reminded him of. Her appearance of
this morning was no different than on any other morning. The features of
her lovely face were calm and serene. A radiant innocence seemed to
emanate from her.

Could it have been a dream? Grotesque mental images of his pure wife
lost in lustful abandon with Dirk Leatherman flitting careeningly across
Boyd’s mind. It had seemed so real, so painful. Had he only dreamt it?
But wait–what about the shameful way he and Faith had ripped at each
other after they got home?

Boyd ran one hand under himself and felt his back. He winced in pain at
the swollen welts left by Faith’s long fingernails. The final climax of
their private orgy had brought out a purely animal part of his wife that
Boyd had never before suspected. She’d clawed viciously at his back and
yelled at the top of her lungs for him to come with her. After he had,
they’d rolled apart and fell immediately into a deep sleep.

Sometime during the night Faith had managed to pull the cover up over
her nude body. Boyd now eased it back gently. The sight of her full
breasts rising and falling in the rhythm of sleep brought a stifled
gasp. They were covered with bruises where his fingers had slapped so
roughly.

No. It was not a dream. Faith was no longer the innocent young bride.
She was now an adulteress, having taken her lover right in front of her
own husband’s eyes.

That was bad enough. The full knowledge of the situation made Boyd
cringe. Faith’s whorelike action was unthinkable, almost unbelievable.
Recalling how his wife so passionately responded to Dirk made Boyd’s
cheeks flush in anger.

But there was something else, something that was much worse, to Boyd’s
way of thinking. He’d felt it last night, while he sat watching Dirk
insert his big cock into Faith. The sight had brought out two emotions
from the very depths of his being. The two emotions had fought with each
other, had held him seated and helpless as Dirk took his place between
Faith’s opened legs.

The lewd mental picture of Dirk’s big dick entering Faith’s sweet pussy
passed now before his eyes. It called forth the same two emotions, and
once again he was trembling excitedly. Almost in one swift leap his
prick jerked up stiff and throbbing. Boyd took it in his hand and
squeezed. He closed his eyes.

Once again Faith writhed ecstatically under Dirk. Her whimpering moans
of fulfillment echoed inside Boyd’s head. Hairy nuts jerked
spasmodically above a dancing female asshole. A young pussy completely
filled with huge, spurting cock could not contain the massive load of
sperm being shot forcefully into its depths. Sperm, white and slick,
oozed out around the tautly stretched cunt lips and trickled into a pool
in Faith’s anus. Boyd groaned as he felt a wave of pleasure pass through
his loins. Gritting his teeth at the intense orgasm, he let the come
squirt from his tightly held organ and fall in warm, wet jets onto his
naked stomach.

Shamefacedly, Boyd rose and went into the bathroom for his shower.

Faith had not moved when he came out several minutes later. He stood
over her, looking down into her sleeping face as he tied the sash of his
robe. Wincing again at the bruises on her lovely breasts, Boyd pulled
the covers back up to her shoulders. After kissing her tenderly on the
forehead, Boyd went to get the paper from the yard.

In the kitchen he put on the coffee, then sat down to read the paper
while it perked. He intended to prepare breakfast and serve it to Faith
in bed. It was the least he could do after mistreating her so last
night. She was no more to blame for what had happened at the
Leathermans’ than he was. He resolved never to throw it up to her. He
would not even mention it, he decided.

Faith awoke to find Boyd already out of bed. She looked at the clock and
found that it was nearly noon. They’d missed both Sunday school and
church. She groaned. Now she would experience the anger of two men, her
husband’s for what had happened the previous night and her father’s for
missing services.

Reluctant to get up and face the day ahead, Faith lay back in bed. She
was trying to figure out what kind of defense would be best when Boyd
confronted her, when she heard his footsteps coming toward the bedroom.
As yet unprepared for the attack she knew was coming, Faith closed her
eyes and feigned sleep. To her astonishment, the attack never came.
Instead, Boyd bent lovingly over her and kissed her lightly on the nose,
then tiptoed from the room without saying a word.

“Boyd?” Her puzzled voice stopped him in the bedroom doorway. She
studied his face. There was no anger or hatred in his expression. He was
smiling embarrassedly at her, like a small boy caught with his hand in
the cookie jar. “Why didn’t you wake me up, honey?”

“Ah, I forgot to set the alarm. When I woke up it was already too late
for church.”

If he’s not going to mention it, I’m certainly not, Faith decided. She
forced a weak smile. “You must be starved. Want me to fix breakfast
now?”

“No!” he said hurriedly. “No. You just stay right there. I’ve got coffee
ready and bacon in the pan. I’ll make breakfast and bring it in here to
you. Want some coffee now?”

Faith’s eyes popped wide open. She couldn’t believe her ears but dared
not ask him to repeat it. She nodded her head and mumbled that that
would be very nice, very thoughtful of him, then watched him smile
broadly and hurry off to the kitchen.

Breathing a sigh of relief, she lay back and pondered the craziness of
the situation. She could hear him out on the kitchen, opening and
closing the refrigerator, rattling a coffee cup.

A moment later he came walking carefully into the bedroom, a cup of
steaming coffee clattering softly on the saucer in his hand. Smiling
nervously, he approached the bed and cleared a place on the nightstand
to put the coffee. He straightened and stood beside the bed, pushing her
ruined dress under it with his foot.

“Thank you, darling,” Faith murmured as she sat up and reached for the
coffee. She sipped at it, looking up into his eyes and trying to smile
as if nothing was wrong. But her smile was weak, unconvincing.

“Hope I didn’t get too much cream in it for you,” Boyd said.

“No.” Faith returned quickly. “It’s fine … just the way I like it.”
She took another sip, as if to prove that it pleased her. When she
looked back up, she saw Boyd staring at her breasts. She looked down at
them and saw the bruises for the first time. Automatically she gasped
and reached up to touch the livid splotches.

A pained expression swept over Boyd’s face. He took the cup from her
hand and put it back on the nightstand, then knelt quickly beside the
bed and began kissing the ugly streaks on her breasts. “I’m sorry I hurt
you.”

Faith stroked her fingers through his hair, letting him go on with his
soothing kisses until he began to sob. The sound of her husband crying
confused her all the more. She took his head between her hands and
pushed him away. Tears formed in her own eyes as she searched his
pain-racked face. “It’s all right, honey. I had it coming … oh God,
Boyd! We’ve got to talk about it, honey. Last night … it was all so
crazy and mixed up. I don’t know what came over me … or you. What
happened to us, Boyd? Why did we act that way?”

“I don’t want to talk about it, Faith. It’s in the past. Ignore it.
Forget the past.”

“Oh, Boyd … that won’t help. We can’t just ignore it. That won’t make
it go away, darling. I’m ashamed of how I acted. Let’s talk about it
honey. I need to. Maybe if we could talk it out and understand why we
did it. Maybe that would help us get over it.”

“Just forget it, darling. I forgive you for what happened at the
Leathermans. Can you forgive me what happened after?”

“Oh yes, Boyd … yes, darling. I forgive you,” she moaned, hugging his
face once again to her sore breasts. “I forgive you. It isn’t that. It’s
myself. I feel so ashamed for what I did. So ashamed … and I don’t
even understand why. I don’t love Dirk. You’re the only man I love. I
don’t understand what came over me. I can’t forgive myself. I feel so
cheap … so guilty. I betrayed you, Boyd.”

Boyd drew away from her and held her shoulders. “Look, Faith,” he said
softly. “It’s best to just forget about it … to go on living and act
like it never happened. I don’t want to think about it any more …
okay?”

Though reluctant to drop the matter without some answer which would
partly assuage her guilty conscience, Faith nodded her head. “All right,
Boyd. If that’s the way you want it. Shall I fix breakfast now?”

A certain smile of triumph and satisfaction always came over Boyd’s face
when he watched a customer sign a new sizable insurance policy. He could
not explain his feelings at those times. It was a subconscious feeling,
a knowledge that things were going the way he wanted them to, that he
would benefit in the future as well as at the moment of the sale. He
smiled that same smile now, at Faith.

Partly drawing Faith to him and partly bending toward her, he kissed her
lips firmly but tenderly, as if sealing a bargain. “No, sweet baby. I’ll
fix breakfast for you. I want to. Now you just relax and drink your
coffee. How many eggs do you want?”

“Just one,” she said contentedly. “Over easy.” Then she lay back and
watched Boyd leave for the kitchen again. She sipped at the coffee.

It was nice. Boyd was right to insist they forget about it. She felt an
extra warmth in her breast at the sound of cracking egg shells, an
almost overflowing of love for Boyd.

But something puzzled her, didn’t seem to fit. Boyd’s smile? It was such
a strange smile, such a knowing smile. He’d never smiled at her quite
like that before, yet she had seen it. That first night she met him.
He’d smiled exactly that way when her father signed the papers of the
insurance policy Boyd had come to sell him. Could that mean anything,
she wondered?

Reproaching herself for being so suspicious, for wanting to analyze
everything until it made sense, she took another swallow of coffee. The
coffee seemed to stick in her throat and form a lump. Some of the warm
liquid went down her windpipe, causing her to cough and sputter. That it
might be a bad omen flashed across her mind. She shook her head and
laughed. That’s silly, she thought. But still it bothered her.

What had Lucia said about Boyd last night? She couldn’t recall the older
woman’s words. The words were not so important anyway. It was the way
Lucia’d said it. Faith had felt that Lucia was in reality telling her
much more than her few words had conveyed.

“Quit it, Faith!” she said aloud, to herself. “Cud chewing is for cows,
not people.”

* * *

Monday morning. A beautiful day. The radio blared triumphantly in the
laundry room. Faith hummed happily along with the voice coming from the
radio. She pulled a load of freshly washed clothes from the washer. In
time to the beat of the music, she dropped the still steaming clothes
into a plastic basket. At last her probing hand found nothing. She
peered down into the washer and saw one of Boyd’s socks sticking to the
side. Pulling it loose, she stepped over to the last load of dirty
clothes. She rolled the damp sock between her hands until it was a warm
ball, then pitched it basketball fashion on top of the clean clothes in
the basket.

“You’re the one I’ve been looking for,” she accused, bending over to
scoop up a double armload of the final pile of wash.

She dropped the last load into the washer, retrieved the three pieces
still on the floor, basketballed them into the washer also, and set the
dials on the machine. She added detergent and stood watching until the
machine seemed capable of finishing without her.

Hoisting and hipping the basket of wet clothes, Faith went out the back
door and across the yard to the already partly full clothesline at the
rear of their lot. Still singing gaily, she hung the clothes one piece
at a time to dry under the hot Alabama sun.

The world was a wonderful place to live. Faith felt it in every nerve of
her being. Boyd had been so considerate of her, so loving and tender.
Like a queen–that’s how he’d made her feel. Breakfast in bed, then
taking her part when Dad gave her a bad time at supper. And last
night–wow! The way Boyd had made love to her so passionately, so long
and drawn out! On the couch in the den, ignoring his favorite TV
programs and bringing her to orgasm after orgasm before he would allow
himself any pleasure at all. Lazing about in love’s afterglow, they had
never felt closer.

It was the same this morning. She’d made breakfast and it was eaten at
the table, but the closeness was still between them, the feeling of
oneness, of fusion one with the other. It was like their honeymoon all
over again, only better. The memory of Dirk and Saturday night was like
a long-ago nightmare, pushed so far back in her mind that it had a
feeling of unreality about it. It was as though it had never actually
happened.

Faith was hanging the last piece of wash when she felt eyes on her back.
She put the last clothespin in place before turning toward the woman
opening her gate. It was Lucia. A sense of apprehension flooded over
Faith. She didn’t want to see Lucia, wouldn’t know what to say to her
under the circumstances. For an uncomfortable moment she considered
fleeing out the back gate and running down the alley.

Then it was too late. Lucia called a friendly hello and waved as she
came toward her. Hesitantly Faith returned the smile. She picked up her
empty basket and went toward the house. They met midway in the back
yard. Embarrassedly, Faith invited Lucia in for coffee.

Not a word about Saturday night. Lucia rattled on and on about one thing
after another, never once mentioning the degrading scene that ended the
patio barbecue. It was disarming to Faith. Lucia acted so natural, so
friendly, as if nothing at all had happened.

When the coffee cups became empty, Lucia took them over to the pot and
refilled them, chatting all the while about the week-long mission that
Dirk and his flight crew had left on from the Air Force base that
morning. Lucia admitted that she envied Dirk and his career. It wasn’t
that she minded him being away from home when he had to fly. Not at all.
She was jealous, she confided. Secretly she longed to be a pilot, a
colonel like Dirk. He got all the fun–going to so many different
places, ordering those men under him about, feeling the awesome power of
those monstrous jet engines and knowing that he controlled such a force
completely, had it right at his fingertips.

An intense expression came over Lucia’s face as she talked about the
power of the big bomber that Dirk flew. She saw it as an extension of
her husband himself, and readily admitted that she would gladly change
places with him, if it were only possible.

The look in Lucia’s eyes unnerved Faith. She awkwardly and abruptly
switched the conversation to another subject, a more feminine topic.
Occasionally she thought of bringing up Saturday night. She wanted to
talk about it, yet she didn’t want to. Things were going so smoothly.
Lucia seemed not to remember it. Boyd had told her to forget it, and
gave every indication that he had forgotten it himself. Yet it troubled
Faith. Seeing Lucia had brought it back into her mind.

After awhile Lucia stood up and announced that she had to go out to the
commissary. She invited Faith along. After Lucia told her how much
cheaper groceries and cigarettes were at the base, Faith gladly
accepted. It was a chance to save money, and Faith prided herself on her
thrifty nature. Had she known that it was illegal for a civilian to shop
at a military commissary, she would not have gone. In her naiveness,
however, Faith quickly changed out of her housedress and wrote a quick
note for Boyd in case he should come home unexpectedly for lunch, then
tucked her purse under her arm and went with Lucia.

The air policeman at the base gate snapped to attention when he saw
Lucia’s red Volkswagen coming at him. He motioned the car on through the
gate without stopping them, then brought his hand up in a salute as they
came nearer. As he recognized Lucia, he smiled broadly and winked, still
holding the salute. Smiling back at the tall, handsome airman, Lucia
threw him a kiss as the car swept past and into the base.

“They sure are friendly,” commented Faith.

“They aren’t all that friendly,” Lucia chuckled. “That one’s a doll,
though.”

“He is good-looking. Is he a friend of yours and Dirks?”

“Just mine. Dirk doesn’t know him.”

“Oh.”

“No, no, baby. Not like that. He teaches karate to a group of us wives
one afternoon a week.”

“Oh,” Faith said again, relief telling in her voice this time.

Lucia drove slower now that they were on the base. Finally she pulled
into a parking lot and nosed the bug into a slot. “Come on,” she said,
getting out of the car.

As soon as they were inside the building, Faith knew it couldn’t be the
commissary. It was dark and music was playing on a jukebox. It was a
cocktail lounge!

“What’s the matter, baby?”

“I shouldn’t be here. Boyd wouldn’t like it.”

“You can have a soda if you’d rather, but I can’t face the commissary
without a good belt,” Lucia chuckled. “Come on, now. Quit your worrying
and let’s sit down. All the girls stop here before fighting the mob.”

Though Faith did notice several tables with two or three women smoking
and talking as they sipped at drinks, it looked as if Lucia somewhat
exaggerated the point by saying that all did. Feeling slightly wicked,
and as conspicuous as a sore thumb, she followed Lucia to a corner table
and took a seat that permitted her a view of the room.

The waiter came over and Lucia ordered a margarita. “What do you want,
honey?”

“The same as you,” Faith told her, surprised at her own words. She
didn’t even know what a margarita was. Her answer just popped out as if
her tongue couldn’t bother to wait until her mind decided.

The drink was good. A little salty but very tasty. Halfway down the
glass Faith watched Lucia fire up a smoke. She noticed a man sitting at
the bar, watching them. It made Faith uneasy. He was a Negro. She
mentioned it to Lucia and pointed him out.

To Faith’s utter amazement Lucia smiled broadly and waved at the man,
then motioned for him to join their table. “Thanks for telling me,
honey. That’s Buck. He’s a pilot in Dirk’s squadron.”

The Negro officer brought his drink and came to the table. He was so
tall that Faith had to lean back her head to see his face as Lucia
introduced them. God, he’s handsome, she thought, nigger or not. He wore
a thin, well-trimmed mustache and had the fullest, softest-looking lips
she’d ever seen. She watched the lips pull into a smile, baring the
whitest of white teeth.

“Hi,” he said, extending his hand toward Faith.

No Please to meet you, Mrs. Dunston, or anything like that, just a
grinning “Hi”. Without realizing what she was doing, Faith grinned back
and said, “Hi,” putting her small white hand out and watching it
disappear as brown skin engulfed and pumped it a couple of times. Then
he was saying, “Glad to know you,” and Faith had her hand back again.
She watched in fascination as the brown face leaned over Lucia and
kissed her a friendly peck on the mouth. There was a tingling in her
lips to match the one in her hand as Faith watched the man sit down
directly across the table from her.

“What the hell are you doing here, Buck?” asked Lucia. “Aren’t you
supposed to be flying the mission with the rest of the boys?”

It was as if Lucia’d slapped him in the face. His brilliant smile
vanished instantly. A beaten, hangdog expression replaced it. “Didn’t
Dirk tell you?”

Sensing that something was drastically wrong, Lucia put her hand
soothingly on top of his. “Tell me what, baby? Is anything wrong?”

“I’ve been permanently grounded,” he said dumbly, as if he still could
not believe it himself.

“Oh no!” Lucia wailed. “That’s terrible!”

“For me it is. A desk jockey at thirty-two. Shit! There ain’t no
justice,” he snapped. Then he looked at Faith apologetically. “Pardon my
French, please.”

“It’s all right, baby,” Lucia soothed. “It’s all right. Say it again if
you want to. I know how you loved flying.”

He nodded.

“Can’t you appeal it? I mean, are you sure it’s permanent?”

He shook his head. “Flight surgeon’s orders,” he explained. “Reflexes
aren’t fast enough any more.”

Lucia got to her feet and held out her hand, singing down at the
saddened brown face. “Dance with me. That always livens you up, and
usually puts a smile on your face.”

Buck forced a smile. He took her hand and got up, saying, “What about
your husband, lady? Won’t he be jealous?”

Lucia winked at him and grinned, then put her arm around his waist and
they went to the jukebox.

They bugalooed the first dance. Watching Buck go through the motions
expertly and with such ease made Faith wonder how his reflexes could
possibly be any better than they were. He really knew how to dance! The
next song was slower, and Lucia glided in close to Buck. She put her
head on his shoulder and her arms about his body as if they were the
only two people in the place. She brought her mouth up to his ear and
whispered.

Faith wondered what was said. Buck glanced over her way and whispered
back to Lucia, then they came walking hand in hand back to the table.

“Up, girl,” Lucia ordered. “Do your patriotic duty and dance with the
major.”

Getting to her feet, Faith wondered if she ought to dance with him. She
wanted to. Boyd was such a terrible dancer, and she did love it so. Then
he was smiling, taking her hand and leading her away from the table. The
next thing she knew she was in his arms and they were moving about the
floor. There was something about Buck, something that made her Alabama
mind forget that he was black and she was white.

It felt so natural to be dancing with him. He was a good dancer, very
smooth. His hand caressed the small of her back, drawing her body closer
to his. Her breasts came in contact with his chest. Allowing them to
flatten against him, she put her head on his shoulder and watched the
brown skin of his neck and his ear. Both his hands were on her now,
below the small of her back, resting on the upper slopes of her
buttocks.

A wave of dizziness swept over Faith. The drink? She giggled and let
Buck pull her belly up tight against his. Then she felt it. There was
nothing wrong with his reflexes in the sex department! He was getting a
hard-on! She could feel it growing bigger and harder against her soft
stomach. She fought back a whimper. She wanted to pull away from contact
with him but could not force herself to do it!

Mercifully the music stopped and he stepped away from her, quickly
taking her hand and leading her back to the table. He thanked her, told
Lucia he had to go, picked up his hat, and left.

Chapter 4

A sense of foreboding clutched unrelentingly at Faith’s guts. Her
fingers trembled as she picked up the hairbrush and stepped in front of
the full-length mirror in her and Boyd’s bedroom. It showed in her face,
too. She should be happy, smiling. They were going to a party. Instead,
the face looking back at her from the mirror appeared tense and drawn.
She forced herself to smile and began brushing her hair.

The sound of spraying water stopped abruptly. Boyd stepped out of the
shower, still humming happily, and reached for a towel. Vigorously he
began drying the water from his body. Faith shook her head in wonder.
How could Boyd feel that way? She hadn’t wanted to accept Lucia’s
invitation herself, and had been sure that Boyd would flatly refuse to
go to their party. She’d put off mentioning it to him until this
morning, even though Lucia had first asked them to come after they got
back from the commissary on Monday.

At the time, she’d told her no. Lucia hadn’t argued, and simply changed
the subject and went on talking. The next day she’d asked again. Again
the answer was a simple no. Lucia hadn’t pressed it. The same thing
happened on Wednesday. Faith again politely refused on Thursday. This
time Lucia wanted to know why. Faith told her.

“Boyd won’t come,” she’d said unwillingly, sure that Lucia’d want to
discuss the sordid details that she herself would sooner leave unspoken.
But Lucia’d merely smiled knowingly as she got out a cigarette and lit
it. Then she exhaled thoughtfully and looked her right in the eye. “How
do you know until you ask him, Faith?”

It was up to Faith then. She could either explain her reasoning to
Lucia, that Boyd would never consent to a continued friendship with Dirk
after what had happened, or she could save herself the embarrassment of
such a personal conversation and tell Lucia that she would ask Boyd. She
agreed to ask Boyd if he wanted to attend the party.

Working up the courage to ask him was a difficult thing for Faith to do.
Her husband appeared to have forgotten the shameful fact of her
adultery. He was treating her better than he had since the honeymoon.
Bringing the painful memory back into his consciousness would probably
rock the boat quite violently.

Much content with things as they were, Faith avoided the question all
Thursday night. She fretted over it all day Friday, finally deciding to
mention it to Boyd very casually while they watched TV that night. Her
courage failed her. At breakfast on Saturday the invitation still
remained unknown to Boyd. It could wait no longer; the party was that
night.

Faith drank her coffee and fidgeted until Boyd’s cup was less than half
full. Not wanting to see Boyd’s face when she told him of the
invitation, Faith took both cups over to the percolator. With her back
to him, she fought to keep her voice nonchalant and told him they were
invited to a party at the Leathermans’. The instant and angry no that
she expected never sounded.

In fact, there was an awkward pause of several seconds before Boyd
replied. When he did, it was to inquire if the party was to be another
foursome or if others would also be present.

Four couples in all would be there, Faith told him, her hand trembling
as she poured their cups full of coffee. No, she said in answer to his
next question, she had nothing else planned. She was halfway back to the
table when he gaily remarked that it sounded like a great idea and told
her to accept. Faith had damned near dropped both cups of coffee right
there on the floor.

Freshly showered and shaved, his hair combed and ready to get dressed,
Boyd came naked out of the bathroom. Faith was sitting on the side of
the bed, her dress hiked up and one bare foot perched on the edge of the
mattress. Four toenails boasted a still-wet coat of sexy pink polish.
She dipped the small brush back into the bottle to carry polish to the
nail of her big toe.

Boyd went over and took the brush from her fingers. “Let me finish that
for you,” he offered, kneeling and beginning to paint on the polish
before she could object.

His fingers teased ticklingly at the sloping arch of her instep. “Don’t,
Boyd, don’t,” she laughed. “Let me do it. You’re going to mess it up.”

Grinning up at her, he took a firmer hold of her foot and said, “I’ll do
it right, honey.”

And he did. Nimbly he applied a pink coating to her toenail, biting his
tongue in concentration all the while he guided the tiny brush. When the
nail was covered, he backed away and turned her foot to admire his
handiwork. “Good job, huh?”

After examining the results critically, she smiled back at him. “Yes,
Rembrandt. It’s a good job. Now give me the brush and get dressed while
I do my other foot.”

“I’ll do it for you,” he said seriously, putting her foot on the floor
and raising the other. He placed the sole of her foot on his bare thigh
and reached out to get more polish on the brush.

“But why? You’ve never offered to do my nails before.”

“I dunno … just felt like it tonight.”

“But I feel so silly with you kneeling there and painting my toenails.
Don’t you?”

“No. I don’t see anything wrong with it,” he returned, finishing the
nail of her little toe and dipping back into the bottle for a new supply
of polish. “Oh, I don’t mean that anything is wrong with it. In fact, I
kind of like it.”

A nervous little smile played at Boyd’s mouth. “Make you feel good?”

“Yeah, as a matter of fact … it does. Makes me feel rich … served.
Be careful now. Don’t smear it.”

“Yes ma’am.”

The apprehension Faith had felt vanished. She felt in a teasing, playful
mood. It was nice! She lay back luxuriously on the bed and sighed. “Tell
you what, boy. Do a good job on my little piggies and I’ll let you take
over the job permanently.”

She lay still, smiling contentedly as her husband painted the rest of
her toenails. He took the bottle from her hand and capped it. Though her
eyes were closed, she knew by the sound when Boyd put the bottle on the
nightstand. She thought it rather strange when he picked up her foot.

Then she felt his lips–on the sole of her foot! It was a long kiss,
full of emotion! His lips were hot, passionate!!!

“Boyd? Honey! What are you doing?”

He had a sheepish look on his face when Faith sat up, which only puzzled
her all the more.

“There,” he said, putting her foot down onto the floor. “All done.”

He kept kneeling there, holding her foot and looking up at her
questioning face. It embarrassed her. “You’d better get dressed,” she
admonished.

“Yeah. Guess so,” he mumbled, reluctantly turning loose of her foot.

He stood quickly and turned away from her to go over and get his shorts
from the dresser. But he hadn’t turned quickly enough to hide from Faith
the cause of his sudden movement. Boyd had a hard-on–painting her
toenails had turned him on!!!

* * *

Neither Faith nor Boyd were prepared for the sight which greeted them as
the Leathermans’ front door swung open. A lovely mulatto woman flashed
them a warm smile. The fact that a Negress opened the door for them was
in itself not unusual. Many of the more affluent citizens of Montgomery
had maids. But this girl was obviously not a domestic servant. Girls as
pretty as she could find far better jobs than the demeaning and
small-paying position of maid. Besides, the Leathermans had no maid.

And this girl, even if they had hired a part-time maid just for the
party, could not possibly be hired help. She was out of uniform–damned
far out of uniform! The honey-brown face broke into an even wider smile
at the Dunstons’ mixed reactions. Both their mouths dropped open as they
fought a losing battle and let their gazes fall to take in the exotic
costume the Negress wore.

She was completely nude down to her small waist. Magnificent breasts
stared back at them boldly, then seemed to mock the shocked expressions
on their faces as the girl tried in vain to stifle a chuckle and could
not keep the feminine globes from jiggling. A flowered sarong was draped
about her full, womanly hips, with one side higher than the other. The
slope of the garment’s top cut just below a delicately indented belly
button. Her mirth caused the dark navel to jerk slightly back and forth.
It seemed to be winking at them.

Sarong doesn’t adequately describe the girl’s flimsy covering. Mini
sarong would give a better picture. Its bottom hem came down almost
halfway to her knees but an inverted V was cut in the front, its point
stopping just barely below her pussy. Below the scanty costume two
shapely, tan legs tapered to the floor and turned into dainty bare feet
with bright red toenails.

“You must be the Dunstons,” the girl finally managed to say. “Come in,
please. Lucia’s busy and asked me to get the door in her place.”

“We were invited to a party here tonight,” Faith mumbled, as she and
Boyd moved around the scantily-clad girl and into the foyer.

“You’re at the right house,” the girl assured them. She closed the door
and snapped the lock. “I’m Tanya,” she said, moving toward them
gracefully.

Somewhat awkwardly, Boyd introduced Faith and himself. He offered his
hand and smiled, then appeared suddenly nervous when Tanya moved against
him and kissed him instead of taking his hand.

“You’re cute, Boyd,” she said as she stepped back. “Cute Southern white
men have always been my greatest weakness.”

Boyd’s collar got awfully tight as he glanced over at Faith. Her scowl
bore into him, making him shift uneasily and clear his throat.

“Oh, don’t misunderstand me, honey,” Tanya said as she moved to Faith
and kissed her, too. “It’s the way they talk. I could listen to that
drawl for days on end.”

“Are you a party guest?” Faith asked. She felt like adding or one of the
hired help after the way Boyd responded to the dark girl. But she did
not.

Faith bit her tongue. She hadn’t told Boyd about dancing with the
handsome Negro. Lucky she hadn’t let the catty remark slip out. From the
semi-sweet tone of Tanya’s answer she felt sure that she knew about it,
and would probably be quite glad to let Boyd in on the secret. Faith
forced a convincing smile. “I’m happy to know you, Tanya.” Tanya kissed
her again, this time letting her breasts brush intimately against
Faith’s. “You are a doll. Just as pretty as Lucia said you were, and
just as sweet. Come on,” she said, taking both Boyd and Faith by the
hand, “Let’s join the party.”

“It’s down in the orgy r–in the rumpus room,” she quickly corrected
herself. “Watch your step, now,” she advised, leading the way down the
basement stairs.

“Maybe we ought to get ourselves home,” Faith whispered.

“Why?”

“Did you hear what she almost said?”

“Probably just a joke. You know how people are.”

Faith stopped in front of Boyd on the stairs. “I don’t know about that,”
she whispered, turning her head back toward him. “I’ve had a funny
feeling about this party all along.”

“Fer crissakes, Faith! Don’t be such a silly little girl all your life!”

Boyd’s snorted response infuriated Faith. She shook his hand off her arm
and clacked on down the stairs, not bothering to wait for him.

“Something wrong, baby?” Tanya stood waiting at the bottom of the
stairs, smiling as she watched Faith’s hips undulate toward her.

“No. Of course not,” Faith said, coming up beside the dark, half-naked
girl. “Let’s go to the party.”

Tanya led them across a bare concrete floor and opened a door in a
paneled wall. Blinking at the dim, eerie green lighting, Faith went
through the door without bothering to check that Boyd was following. She
stopped inside the door, letting her eyes adapt to the dimness. The door
closed behind her. The sound of the lock turning sent a stab of fear
into her heart.

The whole thing looked and sounded so weird! The soft music was like
nothing she’d ever heard before. Not music, not really. It was more like
jungle drums beating off in the distance, with hauntingly sensual little
bursts of melodies from a flute breaking in now and then. It was a nice
effect though. She closed her eyes and swayed to the beat.

A woman moaned softly, then murmured so low that her words couldn’t be
made out. Faith opened her eyes and looked about the room. There was
Buck, dancing with a white woman she had never seen before. Buck was
wearing the same kind of little sarong that Tanya had on, and the girl
nestled in his muscled arms wore a harem outfit. Lucia stood behind the
bar making drinks. She could only see the top of her outfit, a leather
bra! The man helping her with the drinks was the other half of the harem
girl. He looked regal as a sultan, turban and all. And there, coming
toward her, was Dirk! His outfit was the weirdest of all–skintight
black leather pants and a tapered leather shirt to match!

The woman sighed, then harshly sucked in her breath. It was part of the
music! A man grunted. Old-fashioned bedsprings began to creak in time to
the music. The beat speeded up, and the sighs and grunts and the
creaking bedsprings grew more rapid. It was maddening!

Then Dirk was standing in front of her, smiling as he took her into his
arms and kissed her full on the lips. His tongue teased between her
lips, darting back and forth in time to the frenzied sounds of the
exotic music. The raspy bedsprings, the drums, the man grunting and the
woman moaning orgasmically, the feel of leather under her clutching
hands, Dirk’s tongue entering her mouth and darting about, his hands
cupping her buttocks–too much! Too much!!!

The sound of male and female in the final throes of heated lovemaking
bombarded Faith’s ears. It caught her up and carried her along. She
closed her eyes and clung weakly to Dirk, returning his soul kiss and
moaning with the girl on the record. She stood there trembling against
him as the record ended.

Then he pulled away and held her out at arms length, smiling with
satisfaction. “Welcome to the party, baby. How about a drink?”

Boyd! Oh no! Not again!! But she needn’t have worried. Her husband was
not behind her when she turned around. He was over near the bar, with
Tanya. He had already shed his coat. They were sitting on a couch,
looking into each other’s eyes as Tanya removed his necktie.

“I think I need one … badly,” she said.

“The fun is just beginning,” Dirk said laughingly, then took her hand
and led her toward the bar.

“Glad you could make it, baby,” Lucia told her, coming out from behind
the bar and kissing her on the mouth. “Here, they’re all alike. Have
one,” she said, and pressed a cold glass into Faith’s hand.

Nodding thanks, Faith sipped it gratefully. It was a margarita, the same
as she’d had at the base on Monday. It was so cool and soothing that she
turned it up and drank half of it down before she lowered the glass
again. She looked down to see what else Lucia had on. A leather
miniskirt! And lace-up leather boots that came over the calves. The
spike heels of the boots must be at least four inches, she decided.
Lucia unnerved her tonight. It wasn’t only the outfit she wore.
Something about her personality was different too–manlike, dominant.
Faith got the same uneasy feeling she had when Lucia’d talked about all
the power that Dirk controlled when he flew the big bomber.

Lucia grinned as she noticed Faith eyeing her leather garb. “Do you like
it?”

“Well … it’s a little far out for me. But it doesn’t look bad on you.
I don’t know … leather.”

“I love the feel of it on my bare skin,” Lucia admitted. “I don’t have
anything underneath … see?” She flipped up the tight leather skirt and
held it.

“Lucia!”

“What’s the matter, baby? Cunt scare you?”

Amazed at herself, Faith stared down at Lucia’s crotch and let her take
her hand and put it on her pubic mound. The crisp hair sent an
electriclike shock out through her body. Faith gaped and jerked her hand
away. “Lucia! For heaven’s sake!”

“Sorry, baby. I didn’t mean to shock you, but it won’t bite, you know.”
Lucia smiled and put her skirt down. “Come on. Let me introduce you
around.”

The sultan was named Harold. He was very polite. Almost shy. They shook
hands and mumbled the proper amenities. Then Lucia took her over to
where Buck and the harem girl were still dancing.

Buck smiled intimately at her and squeezed her hand. “Save me a dance,”
he said.

The harem girl was in fact Harold’s wife. Her name was Bess. A nod and a
glad to know you was all Faith got from her. Bess had a yearning look in
her eye. “Where’s Sam?” she asked Lucia.

“Don’t worry, honey. You’ll get Sam,” Lucia promised.

“But where is he? I haven’t seen him around,” Bess whined.

“When the time is right!” Lucia snapped. “Now shut up about it. Dirk
will go for Sam when I’m good and ready, and not before. Now don’t bug
me about it any more!”

“Sure, Lucia, sure,” Bess hastened to agree, her face mirroring fear as
she shrank away. She went to the bar for a drink.

“Who’s Sam?” Faith wanted to know.

Buck laughed. “You’ll see. Lucia likes to spring Sam as a surprise
guest. He really livens up a dying party, doesn’t he, Lash?”

Lucia’s eyes twinkled. “Bess goes for that type of entertainment. She’s
the one that livens it up more than Sam.”

Sam? Lash? What type of entertainment? What was going on? Faith had to
ask. “What kind of party is this, Lucia?”

“All for fun, baby. All for fun.”

“You could have at least told me it was going to be a costume party.
Everyone’s in costume except Boyd and me.”

“I don’t think your husband’s noticed that yet, Faith,” Buck commented
as he glanced across the room.

Sure enough, Boyd hadn’t noticed. Faith followed Buck’s approving stare
and saw Boyd and Tanya still sitting on the couch. They were embracing
passionately, their open mouths glued together and their hands eagerly
fondling genitals that were exposed for all to see. Her cheeks flushing
with embarrassment, Faith jerked her head back around.

“Faith’s noticed, though,” Lucia said. “She should have a costume. Don’t
you think she’d feel more at home if she had an appropriate costume for
the party, Buck?”

“Of course she would, Lucia. Why don’t you loan her your red outfit?”

“Oh no, Buck. Those leather riding britches would look tacky on Faith.
She’s much too feminine for that kind of get-up.”

“No,” Faith protested weakly. “I don’t really need a costume.”

A male voice came from behind her. “Only way to feel at home is to have
a costume that fits the mood.”

Faith swung around to see Dirk leering at her. “All right. Let me run
home and see … I think I have one packed away.” She had no intention
of coming back, at least not tonight. Once out the door the party would
be over, as far as she was concerned. She was beginning to realize what
the so-called party would turn into, and she wanted no part of it.

Dirk shook his head. “Huh-uh. Too late.”

Panic welled up and made it hard for Faith to breathe. She looked to
Buck, searching for an ally. But he only shrugged his broad shoulders
and grinned. She wheeled around to face Lucia. “What does he mean,
Lucia? How can it be too late when I only live right across the street?”

“This is a special kind of party, little one. Once all the guests have
arrived, no one leaves until the rest are ready to break it up.” “Then
… you’re not going to let me go? Do you think you can keep me here
against my will? No! I won’t have it! I’m not going to stay for your
party. I’m walking out. Boyd can do whatever he pleases, but I’m saying
good night!”

With that, Faith whirled and ran over to the door. Frantically she
searched it for a knob. There was none on the inside, only a place for a
key, and the door swung into the room. The key. It was the only way to
get out of the room. Tanya had it. Anyway, she was the one who let them
in and locked the door. She hurried over to the sofa.

Boyd didn’t see her approach. He was bent over sucking on one of Tanya’s
brown tits. Her legs were spread apart, and Boyd had two fingers working
energetically in and out of her slippery, dark cunt. How could he? How
could he fall in so quickly and eagerly with this type of people?

But Boyd was not at the moment her main concern. The key. That’s what
she wanted, in order to escape this insane party. Faith bent over Tanya
and called her name.

Brown eyelids came open lazily, revealing glassy and widely dilated
brown eyes. Tanya focused with difficulty, smiling when she recognized
Faith. She licked her lips. “Come on in, baby. The water’s fine and I’ve
got enough lovin’ for you too. Kiss me,” she sultrily invited, pursing
her lips and closing her eyes again.

“The key!” Faith demanded. “Give me the key!”

“You wanna leave?” Tanya sounded as if she were astounded. Tanya burst
into a fit of laughter. Boyd raised his head and frowned, then went back
to sucking the pouting nipple as if he hadn’t even seen her.

“What the hell’s so funny about that?”

“Relax, baby, relax. Let your hair down and enjoy it. He is,” Tanya
said, nodding to Boyd’s nuzzling head. “Force yourself if you have to at
first. You’ll come to like it. I did. Might as well. Lucia hides the one
key. My first party I looked for it for over an hour. Didn’t find it.
You won’t either. Join it!”

Chapter 5

Stamping angrily over to the bar, Faith picked up another drink. She
sipped gingerly at it, her eyes all the while searching for a possible
hiding place for the key. It was no use. The key could be anywhere.
There were thousands of places about the room where such a small article
could be hidden. The anger within her rushed out suddenly, a sense of
helplessness replacing it. How could Boyd do this to her? She felt like
crying.

But no. No, by God! She’d show Boyd. Two could play the same game. She’d
pretend to go along with the mood of the party. Maybe if she made a
spectacle of herself he would come to his senses and do something to get
them both out of there before it turned into an all-out-orgy.

How to do it? It had to be something that Boyd wouldn’t like her to do,
something really far out that would shame him. He hadn’t liked the nude
swimming, not at all. That was it! She’d put on a show–a strip tease.
Boyd wouldn’t like her doing that in front of the other men, especially
he wouldn’t want her taking off her clothes in front of Buck. Yes. She’d
play up to the Negro. Boyd certainly wouldn’t be able to sit there
calmly and watch her run her white hands all over that brown skin. That
would bring him to his senses in a hurry!

“Hey!” she yelled. “Everybody look this way. Look at me!” She watched
the seven faces turn one by one toward her. She shivered. All those
eyes! Boyd looked puzzled. The other six merely smiled, waiting amusedly
to see what was coming.

“This party’s gettin’ boring,” she announced, looking directly at Lucia.
“You’re the hostess. Can’t you liven it up so we can all have a good
time?”

Lucia and Dirk glanced at each other. Both shrugged. “What’d you have in
mind, baby?” asked Lucia.

“Entertainment.”

Lucia laughed. “You’ll get all the ‘entertainment’ you want before it’s
over.”

“I feel like doing a little entertaining myself,” she said, putting down
her drink and going over to where Lucia, Dirk, and Buck still stood. She
stopped in front of them and put her hands on her hips, standing with
her feet apart.

“What’d you have in mind, eager beaver,” Dirk asked with a grin.

“Him,” she shot back, stepping up to Buck. She undid the catch of his
sarong and whisked it off, pitching it away and leaving him stark naked.
Looking up into his eyes, Faith put her hands on his chest and began
stroking down his body in a circular motion. As she went lower, her eyes
followed the movement of her hands. When she got to his hips and lower
abdomen, she stopped short. The size of his organ, which was slowly
rearing up it’s purplish brown, circumcised head, made her gasp aloud.
It was the third dick she had ever seen, and by far the biggest! Buck
was as much bigger than Dirk as Dirk was bigger than Boyd! The rising
column of black penis sent a shiver shooting through Faith. The thought
of even trying to accommodate such a monster struck fear in her.

No. She mustn’t show it. Act calm. That was the thing to do. It couldn’t
possibly go that far. Boyd wouldn’t let it. He would never stand still
for a nigger doing it to her–never! But she had to tease Boyd and make
him think she might like it to happen. Then he’d make Lucia and Dirk
come up with the key and they’d go home.

She put her palms on Buck’s chest and pushed him back a step. Grinning
up at his face, she said, “Later for you, daddy. Right now I want to
dance, and get out of these street clothes at the same time. Lucia, you
got a record to strip by?”

Lucia had a puzzled frown on her face. She made fists and put them on
her hips. “Well, I’ll be damned!”

“Be anything you want,” Faith retorted.

“Innocent little Faith wants to strip for us. I just don’t believe it,”
Lucia remarked.

“If you’ve got a suitable record, put it on. Then you’ll damn well
believe it,” Faith came back quickly. She tried to sound flippant,
hoping that Boyd would get the idea she really meant to take off all her
clothes in front of these people. She didn’t want to. She didn’t think
she’d have to, Boyd would surely stop her before she was completely
naked.

Boyd sat beside a grinning Tanya, his scowl warning Faith not to do it.
She smiled and winked at her husband, then put her hands behind her head
and hunched her pelvis his way. It almost worked. Boyd started to say
something to her. But he failed to follow through. Instead, he dropped
his gaze from her face, embarrassed by the laughter which Faith’s little
hunch evoked from the others.

Lucia’s voice ordered rather than requested. “Bess. Put an appropriate
record on for our would-be stripper. You know the one,” Lucia added,
sure that Bess recalled her first party, the one at which she’d forced
the young woman to strip against her will.

Boyd sat stunned, watching as Bess broke into a little giggle and
hurried over to the record player. What had come over Faith to make her
act this way? For that matter, what had come over him, he wondered.
True, he had been secretly hoping that Dirk would somehow manage to
screw Faith Again. But this party! It was going to turn into an all out
orgy for sure! He hadn’t expected this, not with strangers. With only
Dirk and Lucia was he willing to let things take their course, not with
these other people. And that big nigger. Why, Faith was teasing him!!
Leading him on!

There she stood now, letting Buck hug her from the back and cup her
tits. Why, she was smiling right at him, her own husband, and rotating
her butt against that big black cock! It was more than Boyd could
endure. “Faith! Stop it!”

She only smiled the more, “Why darling? We came to a party. Aren’t you
supposed to have fun at a party?” She stepped to the side, her eyes
leading Boyd’s to the massive black organ boldly standing out from
Buck’s groin. Her fingers trembling slightly, Faith reached out and took
it in her hand. It was thick and hot to her touch! So sturdy was Buck’s
rod that she discovered to her horror the impossibility of encircling it
completely with her grasping fingers. “You found your fun, Boyd. Now
look at what’s going to give me mine,” she said, her voice quavering
with a mixture of fear and the beginnings of desire.

“I’ll be damned if it is!” Boyd shouted, jumping threateningly to his
feet. He looked so silly, thought Faith. There he is, mad as hell at the
idea of me with Buck, and his stupid dick is hard and poking out of his
open fly. It was what she had wanted, yet somehow it seemed so
ridiculous. He just stood there, glowering at her with his thing pointed
her way. She laughed. She couldn’t help it.

“We’re going home,” Boyd growled, stamping across the room toward her.
“Right now!”

But Lucia hurried out to meet him in the center of the room. “Cool it,
Boyd. Be a good boy and go sit back down with Tanya.”

“Piss on you,” Boyd snapped, reaching out his arm to sweep Lucia out of
his way.

It all happened so fast. Lucia’s hands shot up and grabbed his arm. With
lightning speed she moved and drew him with her. Her foot came between
his legs. A split second later a sharp pain numbed his arm. He was
falling suddenly. The next thing he knew he was on the floor. A pain in
his neck was added to the one in his tautly bent-back arm.

Pussy greeted his eyes as he looked up. Lucia was standing over him, one
foot on the floor and the other pressing into his throat. Those heels!
God, how that spike heel dug into his soft flesh! With his free hand
Boyd clutched at the lace-up boot. He grasped her ankle and tried to
push the painful foot away. It was no use. The boot only bit into his
throat more painfully than before. Groaning aloud, he looked up to plead
for mercy. Lucia’s expression filled him with sudden terror. She was
demented, her face a mask of sadistic evil!

“That’s it, baby! Fight me! Fight me!”

“Aargh! Uung!” The pain was unbearable. Boyd released her ankle and
opened his mouth to speak, to beg her to quit hurting him so. Only a
gurgle came from his mouth. Her foot prevented the formation of words.

“You’re helpless, Boyd. Do you hear me? Helpless!”

Boyd tried to speak. He could not. He closed his eyes and moaned. Her
face! It was so evil, so distorted! He couldn’t stand to look at it.

“Slap the floor once if you understand me, Boyd.” She waited until he
weakly hit the floor one time with his free hand. “Good. Now hear me
well. I’m taking you over. You’re nothing but a puny runt. All you’re
fit to be is a slave. I’m making you my slave. Do you understand?”

Again Boyd forced himself to open his eyes. He gawked up incredulously
at Lucia’s face. She had to be kidding. This couldn’t be for real.
“Noo-oo,” he said, struggling against the pressure of her foot to get
the simple syllable out. Then he winced in agony, croaking pitifully as
she bore down brutally on his throat.

Faith ran toward them, screaming, “Lucia! For God’s sake, stop it!
You’re hurting him! Stop it, Lucia! Stop it!!!”

But she got nowhere. Dirk grabbed her from behind and dragged her back
before she took three steps. He twisted one arm up behind her back till
she was whimpering in pain.

“Faith? Listen to me, sweetie. I don’t want to have to hurt you,” he
said, trying to calm her.

“Turn me loose,” Faith whimpered. “Get Lucia off Boyd. She’s killing
him! Killing him …”

“No, Faith, she’s not killing him,” Dirk assured. “Hurting him, yes, but
not permanently.”

“Make her stop, Dirk … make her stop. Please!”

“No. She needs this. I won’t make her stop.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. Maybe Lucia needs it, but what
about Boyd? He’s in agony! Who needs that?”

“Shut up, Faith,” hissed Lucia. “Just shut up … or you’ll get some of
the same!”

“No! Turn me loose!” Faith yelled, trying to wrench free of Dirk’s hold.

“Okay, baby, if you won’t listen to reason,” Dirk grunted, managing to
retain the struggling Faith.

One leather-covered arm came about Faith’s waist and locked viselike,
squeezing the breath out of her. Fingers clutched at the bodice of her
dress and ripped off the buttons. Then Dirk’s hand was on her bare skin,
his fingers tearing away her bra. A breast was cupped, examined by
groping fingertips. The fingertips found their mark, the tender brown
aureole and buttonlike nipple at its end.

Knowing what was coming, Faith gritted her teeth. The fingers moved to
better advantage, rolling and pulling her nipple out in order to get a
firmer hold. Then it began, slowly at first. Little by little Dirk’s
fingertips, clamped down on her sensitive sex flesh. It was almost
pleasant at the start, like a light caress that grew steadily heavier
and heavier. Then, when the pressure increased to a certain point, the
caress turned into a minor source of irritation. From that it grew into
a faint pain, felt as pain but not really anything to become alarmed
over.

Faith had almost decided that Dirk was merely using the threat of ill
treatment to keep her from trying to rescue Boyd, when he whispered in
her ear, “Brace yourself, sweetie. It may get a little rough from here
on. If you feel like screaming, let it out. No one but us revelers will
hear you, though, and it only incites us on to bigger and better things.
Anyway, the room is soundproofed. So suit yourself.”

Then it began. The pain increased just as slowly as it had up to that
point. But with one difference–it had now passed the threshold of
tolerability. It could no longer be ignored. Some acknowledgment of its
presence had to be made. Faith’s upper lip began to tremble. She sucked
in her breath and tried to wiggle loose. But Dick was too strong, and he
had her arms pinned to her sides so that she couldn’t use her hands to
try and pull his pinching fingers from her breast.

Lucia had stopped her mistreatment of Boyd and was looking on with
interest, her foot still holding him to the floor helplessly as Dirk
worked on Faith. The sight caused her nostrils to flare as she excitedly
licked at her parted lips. “God, baby,” she said to Dirk. “The way you
bring it on so slowly is pure torture for me. You know that, don’t you,
you lovely bastard?”

“You’re always so eager, Lucia my pet. It’s downright crude the way you
hurt your sex objects so quickly. You’re the worst kind of sadist, my
sweet. You give your victims no chance to respond, no time to come to
enjoy the pain you inflict upon them.”

“I’ll improve, Dirk. I promise. Boyd gave me no choice. I had to take
him out of action.”

“All right, sweetheart. I agree to that. Forget it now, and watch
closely. Look at Faith’s face. See how she’s licking her lips and
squinting her eyes? She doesn’t want to let on that I’m hurting her. And
I’m not, not really. It started as a lover’s tender caress, an enjoyable
thing to all. Pleasure. That was the first thing she felt. That’s an
important conditioning factor, Lucia.”

“If you want a willing subject, you simply have to give them pleasure at
the very first. Then increase the pleasure bit by bit. Look at her now.
See how her mouth hangs open? Hear the urgency of her labored breathing?
I’m pinching her tit quite harshly now but she still perceives it as
pleasure. Had I started at this level of intensity she would’ve
immediately experienced sharp pain. It would have been unbearable.
Probably she would have screamed in protest.”

Strange, thought Faith, how Dirk’s voice seemed to come from off at a
distance. He hadn’t moved. He was still behind her, still holding her to
him. His voice was soft in her ear, talking only to her now, “Faith?
Close your eyes, Faith.”

She felt so helpless, so small and weak. Already she had ceased to
struggle, had accepted the fact that Dirk would do with her as he
pleased. “Yes,” she whispered, nodding agreement as her eyelids came
down slowly and shut out the pitiful sight of her husband lying beneath
Lucia’s boot. Struggling hadn’t helped Boyd. Lucia, a woman only little
larger than herself, had reduced him to a state of degradation. How
could she hope to prevent Dirk from having his way? Did she even want to
stop him, she wondered dimly. This thing he was doing to her. It hurt
… yet it didn’t hurt. There was more pleasure than pain in it.

Dirk began talking to her now, very softly, very comfortingly. He was
careful not to increase the pressure on her nipple, merely kept it
constant. The monotone of his voice helped her to relax as the nerves in
her sensitive brown nipple adapted. Bit by bit the pain ebbed until
Faith hazily wondered if his fingers still held her nipple captive. She
moved her chest a fraction of an inch to the left in order to determine
for sure if her nipple was still being pinched. It was. The tiny spear
of pain told her beyond a doubt. She sighed.

“Faith?”

It was Dirk’s voice. “Yes?”

“How do you feel, baby?”

“So strange,” she murmured. “So calm … so contented … so accepting.”

“Am I hurting you?”

“No … not now.”

“I’m going to hurt you some more. You know that, don’t you?”

“Yes, I know. I want you to. If you’ll do it slowly like you have till
now, I won’t resist you.” “Do you like what I’ve done to you so far?”

“Oh yesss … I do!”

“Good. I thought you would. There’s one thing we have to settle before
we go on, though.”

“What is it, darling?

“About your husband. He belongs to Lucia just as you now belong to me.
You will both enjoy the party much more if you accept that fact. Will
you put yourself completely in my hands, Faith?”

“Yes. I put myself completely in your hands. I will do as you wish,”
Faith whispered. She had no choice and knew it. But she did not want to
resist, not now. Her intuition told her that anything Dirk did to her
would somehow turn into pleasure for both of them. “I belong to you …
Boyd belongs to Lucia. But…”

“She will not cause him any permanent physical damage. Is that what
you’re worried about?”

“Yes. I couldn’t stand for that to happen. I love him.”

“Then relax. Lucia knows intuitively about men. She assures me that Boyd
will soon voluntarily submit himself to her will, just as you have
submitted to me. Can we continue now?”

“Please,” Faith said, then gasped out loud as he suddenly released the
pressure on her nipple. A million tiny, tingling arrows shot into her
breast. It was the reverse of pain, the return to a normal state. I
don’t like that,” she moaned.

“Open your eyes, Faith. I want you to take off all your clothes,” Dirk
said, removing his arms from around her body and stepping away.

Reluctantly she opened her eyes and began undoing the remaining buttons
down the front of her dress. She saw Boyd, still lying on the floor.
Tanya and Bess were removing his clothes as Lucia stood over all three
of them with a whip held threateningly in her hand. Evidently Boyd had
accepted his fate, for he made no effort to prevent what was going on.

“Lucia was right about your husband, wasn’t she?” asked Dirk as he came
up beside Faith.

“He has a hard-on. She must have been right,” Faith agreed, stepping out
of her dress and draping it across Dirk’s proffered arm.

Chapter 6

She stood with her legs apart, one hand made into a fist and resting on
her hip, the other rocking a coiled whip back and forth through the air.
The hard sole and spike heel of her boot had left a steady pain in
Boyd’s throat. Every beat of his heart seemed to throb there, reminding
him that she would stop at nothing to master him. It was utterly
humiliating to lie at her feet and allow the two women to strip off his
clothes as Lucia had ordered them to do. Yet he dared not protest.

Fear of what might come flooded his mind. Common sense told him that
Lucia was demented, that she meant him no good. He wanted out of this
place and away from her. But how? How? Did he dare try to get to his
feet again?

No. Once was enough! He’d already attempted to get up, when Lucia had
taken her foot from his throat. What a mistake that had been! His scalp
still ached from the vicious way she’d grabbed a handful of hair and
jerked him roughly to his back again. Then the boot … right back onto
his gasping throat! Lucia’d threatened to kill him then, had squatted
down close and hissed it into his face. Slave, she’d called him, slave!
Then she’d spat in his face and dared him to try a