Lynn Charles picked up the newspaper from the coffee table where her brother-in-law, Sam Dryerson, had dropped it the evening before. It was an act of desperation. She normally avoided reading newspapers. She turned to the comics, then the women's section. She was about to toss the paper back down when her attention was caught by a picture of a young girl. She was an amazingly pretty girl, Lynn thought, even though she had done her best to disguise the fact with long, straight hair, flowered, bell-bottomed pants, a sweater so tight it made her look like a tart, and a medallion that dangled in such a way as to call even further attention to her large bust. It was a human-interest story about what the reporter had called a "hippie love-nest tragedy." It seemed that one Maxwell Kern had died from an overdose of drugs, and a sexy picture of his teen-aged mistress could be calculated to sell a few newspapers. The girl, Ellen, had refused to cooperate by looking either tragic or regretful. She merely looked bored.
"At least she's alive," Lynn muttered aloud, "not half-dead and stuck in a no man's land like this."
The no man's land was the rather modern and comfortable home of her older sister, Shirley Dryerson. Her own "half-dead" condition was a slight exaggeration. She was simply bored, lonely and, in general, full of discontent with life. At twenty-six, Lynn had taught school for five years and had been married for three. On the day her divorce had become final, she had been notified by the school board that they did not intend to renew her contract as a teacher for the coming year. When Shirley and Sam had offered to take her in while she made the adjustment to her new, sharply reduced status, she had accepted gratefully. Now she found herself wishing she had done almost anything else than run scared through the first door opened to her.
The trouble was, she conceded bitterly, that Shirley and Sam both worked days and had no social life evenings. That left Lynn exactly nowhere. The rest of the trouble was, she admitted, that she, Lynn Charles, was a sissy who didn't have the nerve to go to a cocktail lounge, get herself picked up, taken to a hotel room and thoroughly screwed, which, of course, was what she really wanted and missed most of all.
"Goddamnit!" she cursed in a way that would have shocked the school board as much as her divorce had shocked them, "what the hell does a divorcee with hot pants do anyway?" It was a good question and Lynn wasn't the first grass widow to ask it without receiving any ready answer. It was midmorning. She had washed the dishes and cleaned the house. What now remained as a means of passing the next six hours until Shirley and Sam came home to eat the dinner she would prepare and then watch television until the late-late show? Lynn hated television as much as she despised newspapers. She could, she supposed, take a bath. Hardly an exciting prospect, but it would kill an hour.
She undressed in the bathroom, performing the unnecessary ritual of weighing herself. While the tub was running, she studied her nude reflection in the full-length mirror on the back of the bathroom door. She was a redhead who had miraculously escaped the redhead's curse of freckles. Her skin was a golden bronze all over, for, on the few fog-free days of the San Francisco summer, she took full advantage of the Dryerson sun deck at the rear of the house. She had green, slightly slanted eyes and a mouth that made up in sensuality for its somewhat overly generous proportions. She was tall and slender, but it was a healthy thinness, not the emaciated slenderness of a fashion model. Her breasts, while not large, were ideally shaped, the magenta nipples delicate and small. Her waist was narrow, her body flaring below it to womanly hips and tapering again to sweetly rounded thighs at the juncture of which was an arrowhead of auburn hair.
"Not bad," she murmured, "but what the hell good is it to me if I don't use it? Somewhere in San Francisco there must be a man who would dearly love to get my clothes off, play with all my goodies and then stick his big, fat, lovely cock in my pussy and bang hell out of me until I yelled for mercy. They have college courses in home economics, the modern dance and even karate. Why don't they have one on how to get fucked?"
She sighed and stepped into the tub, settling herself in the sudsy water. She allowed the warmth and the quiet to induce a lassitude that soon verged on sleep and made no effort to dispel an erotic fantasy that began to weave its way through her half-awake mind. She snapped back to consciousness when she became aware that in the midst of her imaginings she had allowed one hand to drift to her crotch and that she was gently massaging her clitoris.
"Good grief!" she gasped, sitting upright in the tub. "I haven't done that since I was fifteen! Oh well, what the hell? It does feel good, and if I'm going to be an old maid I might as well go the whole route." She lay back down and again put her fingers to her vagina. With the other hand she touched one of her nipples and experimentally rubbed it with the tip of a finger. Not like having a man's hand or mouth there, but better than nothing.
Lynn was so preoccupied with the new method she had found to entertain herself that she failed to hear the front door open or the sound of masculine feet on the carpeted floor of the living room. She was not aware that she was no longer alone in the house until the bathroom door was shoved open.
"Oops!" Sam exclaimed as he hastily backed out. "Sorry, Lynn, but the door was unlocked and I had to go."
"It's okay," she called out. "What are you doing home this time of day?" She was startled but not particularly embarrassed. Nothing but her head and knees had shown above the soapy water, and she was thankful that he had not been able to see that she had been masturbating. Nevertheless, she was trembling a little as she got out of the tub, hastily dried and wrapped a towel around her body. "All clear," she said.
"I came home for some business papers," Sam said as he started to pass her. "I should have…" His voice dwindled, and he stopped in front of her. His expression changed abruptly at sight of her standing there, unclothed but for the towel. His face registered shock and the beginnings of desire.
"Lynn, I… I…"
She was as shocked as Sam, but mostly at the wild, unprecedented thoughts that were surging through her mind. She blushed furiously. Nothing would have happened had she not, in turning to slide past him, let the towel slip so that it fell to one side.
He took it as an invitation. Looking back on it afterward, she couldn't blame him, couldn't be sure that some subconscious impulse had not caused her to drop the towel. She struggled in his arms, though, telling him to stop and that they couldn't do this because he was married to her sister.
"What the hell has Shirley got to do with it?" he muttered, kissing her and holding her tightly, one hand falling to her buttocks. "I want you, Lynn. Damnit! I've wanted you since the day you first came here. Shirley will never know."
"We mustn't," she insisted, but despite herself she found that she was grinding her hips against him, feeling the hardness of his cock through his pants and knowing that she was so weak from desire that she could never resist him. When he bent his head and took one of her nipples in his mouth, she was lost… lost beyond any hope of recovery and she didn't give a damn. Nothing mattered now except having him.
Her bedroom was across the hall, and he took her there with no resistance on her part, took her there and fell across the bed with her. He kissed her breasts, her stomach and her thighs, fumbling all the time with his belt until he had his pants down. Then he mounted her, punching his hard prick in ineffectual haste at her crotch until she took it in her hands and guided the head of it to her opening. It went in as smoothly as though they had been doing it with each other every day. She wrapped her long, lovely legs around him, pulling him even deeper into her.
"Now fuck me!" she commanded, her whisper hoarse and urgent. "Oh, fuck me, Sam!"
"Yes," he agreed, "this is what I want, Lynn. Oh, Lynn, honey, I've thought about you all day, every day for months. When I make love to Shirley, I'm screwing you."
"Hush," she told him. "Just fuck me. I love your cock inside of me."
"Suppose I get you pregnant?"
"I don't give a shit. Just fuck me, damnit!"
They did it quickly and convulsively. Both were in such a rage of sudden passion for each other that they came, almost together, in a matter of moments. The roaring beat was like the crashing finale of a great orchestra, and their movements on the bed were wild and jerky as they strove with mad desperation to merge their bodies. She nearly fainted with delight as she felt his hot cum fill her, and her own orgasm was a tearing, rending, destructive thing that seemed to demolish her as though a bomb had exploded in her womb.
"My God!" Sam exclaimed when he lay exhausted and shaking on top of her. "I never knew it could be like this. I had girls before Shirley, but they were nothing compared to you – and neither is she."
"I thought you loved Shirley."
He shrugged. "I suppose I do. At least I'm used to her. Frankly, Lynn, Shirley and I bore hell out of each other. She's a dud in bed. I'd like to experiment around a little, but she's a damned prude. I've never done anything out of the ordinary but, for Christ's sake, I know there's more to it than just screwing. She won't even talk about it."
Lynn was interested. She had read some books on the subject, but had been unable to arouse an equal amount of interest in her own husband. She suspected that, like Shirley, he was a prude. "Tell me about those things," she urged Sam.
He looked embarrassed. "They're hard to talk about. If you're willing, we could just go ahead and do them. Are you willing, Lynn?"
"Why not? No use worrying now about whether what we're doing is right or not. We might as well live it up. Do you have to go right back to the office?"
"No, I can think of some excuse later. I'm getting another hard just talking about… you know what. I want to kiss your pussy. I've always wanted to do that to a girl, but I've never had the nerve before to ask."
"Be my guest," Lynn said with a nervous laugh, "but shouldn't you get undressed? I'd like to see the rest of your body."
"All right." He stripped off the remainder of his clothes and returned to the bed. He petted her, letting his hands learn the excitingly sculptured contours of her thighs. She, in turn, took his cock in her hand and stroked it, loving the slippery feeling of pre-orgasmic semen.
"Now," he said. "I hope you like this, Lynn."
"Don't worry about me. I just hope you like doing it to me. It must be a lot like masturbation. That was what I was doing when you came in the bathroom. Your timing was terrific, Sam. That was why I was so hot I couldn't say no."
"I'm glad," he murmured as he slid down on the bed and turned around to bury his face in her crinkly patch of auburn hair.
She spread her legs for him, excitement mounting in her as she felt his mouth and tongue on her vulva. "Oh, yes!" she cried, "it is good. It's a lovely sensation. Suck my clitoris, Sam. It's so wonderful I can hardly stand it!" Her head was pillowed on his leg and she had her hand on his cock, its blind face with the tiny, gaping mouth only inches from her nose. She could smell her own body musk, a strangely compelling perfume. Impulsively she moved forward so that the round, reddish head touched her lips and then, urged on by a compulsion she had not anticipated, she opened her mouth and let the next thrust of his hips shove the satiny shaft between her teeth. Once it was in her mouth she sucked eagerly to engulf more. She was not satisfied until the head of it was at the back of her throat.
Sam's efforts, while somewhat inept, lacked nothing in enthusiasm. He drew the soft, membranous flesh into his mouth and licked furiously at her clitoris, his hands delighting in the spongy flesh of her buttocks as he drew her closer to him.
Lynn knew that she had been right only in part – it was like masturbation, but a thousand times better. His avid tongue was driving her toward another quick orgasm, and she didn't want it that way. She wanted it to last and last because she wanted to go on sucking his cock as long as possible. My God, she thought. What I've been missing! To hell with living here like a damned troll in a cave. Tomorrow she'd go out on the town and suck every cock she could find!
She held back from the impending orgasm, but that only served to increase the inferno of passion that stormed in her, the strain on tortured nerves and on a body that longed for release. Clutching each other tightly, they twisted and turned, undulating on the bed like an oddly shaped monster with legs on both ends, and they uttered blubbery sounds as of anguish. Then she felt his prick swell in her mouth and knew that he was about to come. She let herself go, wanting to scream with the sweet agony of it, yet not able to because her mouth was full of cock and was filling faster than she could swallow with the ambrosial stuff that gushed from him. She nearly choked, but managed to get it all down her throat; then it was over. Still they clung to each other, neither willing to admit that it had ended. As their bodies jerked in ever diminishing spasms of dying lust, they continued to suck each other hopefully until at last they realized that they could expect no more.
Sam sat up and turned around, and they lay with their arms about each other, murmuring endearments and kissing.
"I'll get a divorce from Shirley," he told her. "You'll marry me, won't you?"
She looked at him, startled. "Of course not! I'm not in love with you, and I wouldn't think of breaking up my sister's home. What we're doing is bad enough without that."
"But I can't do without you. All right then, if you won't marry me, at least live here with us always, and we can find chances to do this. After having you, I can't stand going to bed with Shirley."
Lynn shook her head. "No, Sam. This has been fun, and it was just what I needed, but we can't get away with it forever. She'd be bound to find out before long. Besides, I'm not going to be true to you. I want other men now… lots of other men. I'd like to suck all the cocks in San Francisco!"
He was shocked and said so. They argued awhile, but then the lure of each other's bodies proved too great, and before long they were back at it again, sucking each other greedily. It took them longer and left them more exhausted than before, so tired, in fact, that they went to sleep that way.
A sedan pulled into the curb a block from the Dryerson home. The man at the wheel turned to the blonde girl beside him and would have put his arm around her, but she moved away from him.
"Not here, Bob," Shirley Dryerson said. "Some of the neighbors may be watching. You're a glutton. We've done it twice since we left the office. I love these afternoons when the boss goes to see his mistress and we can sneak out early, but let's don't spoil it by getting caught."
He laughed. "Yeah, I love them, too, but they aren't enough for me, Shirley. Christ! I can't ever get enough of you. When are you going to divorce that guy and marry me?"
She shrugged. "Don't be impatient, honey. Sam won't be easy to divorce. I don't think he's got enough guts to do anything to give me grounds. I've got my sister staying with me. You should see her, Bob. She's beautiful and so hot she'd screw anything with a cock. And do you think that stupid husband of mine makes passes at her? Hah! He acts like she was part of the furniture. Would I ever like to catch them together! I'd take him for the works, believe me."
"Okay," Bob replied grudgingly, "but don't make me wait too long. Nobody can see this. At least, Goddamnit, let me get another feel." He put his hand under her thigh and worked it by the leg of her panties to touch her moist, warm crotch, and then slid it further under her and into the cleft between her buttocks to run his middle finger its full length up her anus.
"Don't, Bob!" Shirley gasped. "You know what that does to me. Quit it or I'll make you take me back to that motel and fuck me in the ass again." Her body was tense and her face showed the strain of the lustful emotions that rampaged through her. "Tomorrow night!" she whispered fiercely. "I'll try to get away for a while tomorrow night! I'll try to think of some excuse. Oh, Bob!" He still had his finger in her ass and had bent his head to her lap, pulling aside the nylon of her panties and running his tongue into her vulva until it touched her clitoris.
"Now stop!" she commanded sharply and pulled away from him again. "Meet me at the usual place tomorrow night." Then she slipped out of the car and trotted up the sidewalk. She looked back once to see the grimace of chagrin and frustration on his face before she hurried on to her house.
The front door was unlocked, so she went in without knocking and was on her way to her bedroom when she heard a noise that caused her to look in the open door across the hallway from the bathroom. She stopped, stunned with surprise at what she saw. Lynn and Sam lay naked on the bed. Sam snored gently into Lynn's crotch and his limp cock was in Lynn's mouth. Shirley gazed upon this entrancing scene for several moments, a wide smile on her lips. It couldn't, she decided, have been more perfect if she had staged it herself. Then she wiped the smile from her face and, setting herself for the effort, she screamed at the top of her lungs.
"It's better this way," Sam told Lynn at the airport the next day. "You go on to Honolulu until Shirley cools down. She'll want a divorce, of course, and getting it all settled will be messy. I'll join you there as soon as I can. That's your flight they're calling. 'Bye, darling. See you soon."
She kissed him lightly and turned to the counter where an airline employee was validating tickets. The girl ahead of her in the line seemed vaguely familiar, but Lynn supposed she must be mistaken. She had to admit, rather regretfully, that she didn't know any hippies. Then the girl turned and Lynn saw her profile. Of course! This was the girl in the newspaper… Ellen something-or-other. What a coincidence that they should be going to Hawaii on the same plane.
She wondered if they would sit together.