Couple After Couple (Vintage Erotic Novel) - Anju Quewea - ebook
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This is a Vintage Erotic, Adult Novel... Full of sexual adventures... Involving a sexy and Seductive girl... Full of Sex, Surprises and Unusual Naughty Twists.

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Couple After Couple

CHAPTER ONEThe cold, heavy winter rain beat a relentless tattoo against the glass panes of the bedroom window, and Kay Holland shivered involuntarily beneath the thick quilt, covering her firm young body. She drew it tighter around her chin, listening to the inclemency of the weather, and wished her husband Don were home on this afternoon of all afternoons.It was New Year's Eve.But he wasn't home, and he wouldn't be home until six o'clock-it was a little after three now. He was a dental student at the University of California Medical Center, and had had the misfortune to be assigned day duty at the charity clinic operated by the Center.It would be nice, she thought, if Don were here right now, lying with me under this warm old quilt with his arms around me. Perhaps we could even make love; yes, that would be nice, all right -to make love with Don on this cold New Year's Eve afternoon.She thought about her husband of less than a year, about his tall, handsome body and his pleasantly freckled face topped with that funny little shock of dark red hair. She thought about his quiet tenderness, his concern when she was feeling low or under the weather, his self-assurance about future prosperity, when he received his D.D.S. from the U.C. Med Center and was able to join an established dental firm-or perhaps even open his own private practice on a small scale. He often talked of the day when they could live in their own home, perhaps down the Peninsula or in the Berkeley hills across the bay from San Francisco, instead of in this small and somewhat shabby Western Addition apartment; when they would drive an expensive Cadillac or Lincoln instead of the five-year-old Buick Skylark they owned at present; when they could have a couple of kids and take yearly vacations to exotic ports of call such as the Balearic Islands off the coast of Spain.And Kay believed that all of these things would one day come true, because she believed in Don. He was ambitious, and was willing to put in long hours to achieve the goals he had set for himself and his lovely young wife; Kay, in turn, was just as willing to sacrifice such things as companionship on a regular basis and luxuries both personal and household.Still, Kay thought, there were times when she wished that such sacrifices did not have to be made-times like now. She had begun to picture her husband's strong body as it looked when he was nude, and the mental image caused little tingling sensations to race along her skin. He had such a magnificently muscled body, with little curling red hairs and a flat, hard stomach that curved into a thickly thatched mound of dark red pubic hair. And his penis-so long and hard, trembling like a thing palsied when he was aroused, its head so thick and red and secreting his warm white seminal fluid...Kay flushed a bright crimson at the thought of her husband's huge sexual member. God, it was so big it frightened her at times; she remembered her anguished cry that she would be unable to take all of it inside her, that it would split her apart, on their wedding night. Her fears had been groundless, of course, since she had been able to take all of it inside her-and quite comfortably, too, after the first initial pain of her broken maidenhead. Don had been gentle with her on their honeymoon in Big Sur, down the coast from San Francisco, and she had found herself able to respond to his lovemaking very quickly, to even achieve an orgasm once in a while. Her mother had once told her that most women never reach a climax in marriage, and she considered herself a lucky and blessed person to be able to cum with her husband perhaps once every four or five times they made love.Lying there on their big, brass-framed double bed, beneath the heavy quilt, Kay knew that this afternoon was one of those times that she could- surely would-reach orgasm with Don. But Don wasn't here, she couldn't have sex and she couldn't have an orgasm...Now relax, she told herself, he'll be home at six and you can make love then. The party at Dr. Kane's isn't until nine, and that will be plenty of time-six to nine-to do it. Oh, but damn it, I can't seem to get the picture of that wonderfully horrible penis of his out of my mind... I can almost feel it inside me right now, moving in and out while he kisses my breasts and puts his tongue in my mouth...Now stop that! Kay reprimanded herself. Think about something else, for heaven's sake; it's not going to do you any good to get yourself all worked up like this and not be able to have any release. Think about the party tonight; think about Doctor Vance Kane.Kay smiled to herself as she pictured the salt-and-pepper haired, distinguished-looking dentist for whom she worked as a personal dental assistant. He was extremely good-looking, polite and well-mannered man and a privilege to work for; she considered herself extremely lucky to have been chosen over a number of other applicants to his advertisement in the Chronicle four months previously. There were times when she wondered why he had chosen her over some of the other girls who had applied-oh, she had all the necessary qualifications, of course; she had been to college, which was where she had met Don, and she had excellent grades and references-but still, some of the other girls had been equally well-qualified. Well, perhaps she had impressed him somehow during their personal interview, and that was why he had selected her.Vance Kane was an extremely attractive man, Kay admitted, one whom she would definitely have been inclined to fall for if she wasn't already married. He had a smile which could melt butter -that had been one of her mother's favorite expressions-and he made you feel very at ease when you were around him. She had caught him casting an appreciative glance her way a time or two which couldn't be considered of the strictly impersonal employer-employee type, and she supposed he found her attractive too. But he had always been the perfect gentleman-had never so much as intimated a pass at her much less made an actual overture.That was the reason she had eagerly accepted his invitation two days ago to have her and Don spend New Year's Eve with he and his wife, Crickett, at the Kane's penthouse apartment on Nob Hill. They had decided on a quiet evening, he had said, and since Kay had mentioned to him that she and her husband hadn't anything planned for the occasion, why shouldn't they spend that quietude together? They could have a couple of drinks, talk shop, and get to know one another socially.Don had thought the invitation a godsend when she had told him about it, and had accepted at once. He had-told her that an evening with Dr. Kane-who was one of the most respectful dental surgeons in the San Francisco area, with an unpretentious set of offices in the Dental Arts Building near Westlake-was to be considered not only an honor, but a potentially valuable asset to his own career. When you labeled such men as Dr. Kane among your personal friends, you had one foot in the door already to a successful entrance into the dental field. She couldn't remember Don having been happier over something since she had told him she was going to work for Dr. Kane those four months previous.It promised to be a fine evening if Vance Kane entertained as well as he performed the duties of his profession-and Kay was certain that he would. She was looking forward to it immensely -who wanted to go out to a nightclub or a boisterous house party on New Year's Eve, anyway? Crowds, a lot of noise and too much drinking, not to mention amorous inebriates who had one thing on their minds and didn't care whose wife they fondled at the stroke of midnight. No, she didn't want any of that this New Year's Eve; she just wanted to be with her husband and with someone like Vance Kane whom she liked and admired and enjoyed talking to.Kay shivered again as a clap of thunder rumbled outside the bedroom window, and the sky grew bright for a brief instant with a zigzag flash of lightning. The rain hammered against the panes as if demanding entrance. Kay sighed, wishing she could fall asleep and have the nap she had intended for herself when she'd laid down. But she was wide awake, and still thinking about Don, about him lying there with her on the bed with his arms around her...Once again, the mental image of his huge, fleshy and turgid sexual instrument came into her mind. She tried to dispel the picture of her husband's wavering penis, but it wouldn't go away this time; she kept seeing it, vividly, as if she could reach out and touch it. The little tingling sensations had increased now, and she could feel her nipples harden beneath the old housecoat she wore over bra and panties.Now this is silly, she chided herself primly. Stop it this instant, Kay Holland! You're twenty-three years old and too big to indulge in sex fantasies, for goodness sake!But the image of Don's penis remained in her mind. And it was joined now by another image, a scene from she and Don's pre-marriage days when they were just engaged. She remembered the occurrence clearly, lying there, clearly and graphically...It had been a hot night in early July, and they had just come from a small dinner party at the home of Don's parents in Santa Cruz, on the coast to the south. The dinner had been given in honor of the soon-to-be-wed couple, and both their parents-as well as a select group of their respective relatives-had been present. There had been several bottles of vintage champagne consumed during the course of the evening, and she and Don had had their share, and then some. They had departed shortly before midnight for the drive back to San Francisco.She had sat very close to Don on the drive, feeling closer to him mentally than she ever had before. She had even put her hand on his leg, stroking it gently but without any real sexual connotation. When they had approached Half Moon Bay, Don had suggested they stop and park awhile on a remote section of the highway overlooking the dark, calm Pacific. Kay, feeling the effects of the champagne, had not objected; she was in a responsive mood, and the idea of parking with her betrothed for a little light premarital kissing and petting did not seem in the least wrong to her.Don had put his arms around her and drawn her tight against him the moment the car was stopped and the headlights switched off. He had kissed her then, their mouths fusing with the ease of lovers, and she had opened her lips almost eagerly to accept his probing tongue. Their tongues had met and tasted one another, exchanging their mutual saliva in a lovers' kiss, and Don's hands had been restless on her back and shoulders, moving back and forth, up and down, over her simple white-silk dress. She had felt a surge of desire at the nearness, the intoxicating male odor, of the man she loved; his kisses had elicited a full and total response initially inside Kay, and when his moving hands had worked their way around to lightly cup her firm, full breasts she had made no effort to stop him from doing so. Her mother had warned her against allowing Don to become too familiar before their wedding night, but the closeness she had felt for him at that moment had transcended all the parental warnings and instilled taboos.His hands had begun to caress her breasts in earnest then as his eager tongue probed in and out of her mouth in an attitude of copulation. God, his hands had felt so good on her! She had wrapped her hands in his hair, kissing him even more passionately, and then his fingers had dipped inside the low-cut front of her dress to slide inside her bra. The contact of his touch on her bare flesh had thrilled Kay beyond recall, and before she knew it, she was allowing him to unbutton the back of her dress and slip the garment down over her shoulders. His deft fingers had found the catches on her bra, unsnapped them, and she had felt a cool rush of air against her now-erect nipples as her firm white breasts were fully exposed to Don's questing hands.He had begun to stroke her tits gently with his palms, rolling his hands around the perfectly-formed globes, bringing them up to massage the hardened nipples. Then he had taken the taut, dark-brown berries between thumb and forefinger and tweaked them into further rigidity. Kay had moaned with increasing fervor as Don's manipulations evoked soft cries of delight from her throat; little shivers of arousal had coursed through her, and she had sensed a certain wetness in the area of her virginal cuntal opening.Even when Don's head had dipped down, and his lips had encircled one of the turgid brown peaks, tongue swirling round and round the goose-bumped areola, Kay hadn't felt any panic rise inside her. Even though this was the first time she had had her breasts bared by a man, had them touched and kissed, the thought that what she was doing might lead to uncontrollable passion never entered her mind. She was with the man she loved, and she felt safe, felt warm and somewhat drowsy and very excited as his mouth moved like a hungry child's on her soft, pliant breasts.But then, suddenly, one of Don's hands had left her gently quivering breast and moved down to stroke her thighs where the hem of the dress had slipped up. His fingers had traversed the down-soft skin of her inner thighs hungrily, moving higher, sliding the dress still higher until the tips of his searching fingers had almost been resting on the moistened mound of her femininity, the silk of her panties glistening in the pale moonlight which shone in through the car's windshield. She had felt the first stirrings of panic then, but still Don had driven his tongue hard against her rigid nipple, his other hand squeezing and kneading the resilient flesh of her exposed breast. She had felt confused, uncertain; she wanted to be rid of his hot, moist mouth on her bosom, his lusting touch on her nude flesh-and yet she didn't want to be free of it. The confusion reigned supreme for a moment, and that was time enough for Don to bunch her dress at her waist and begin to implant searing caresses on the smooth, flat plane of her stomach.His dexterous fingers had slipped inside the waistband of her panties almost before she realized what was happening, and suddenly he was tugging the flimsy material down, down over her pubic area, pulling them from under her buttocks. His hot, moist palm had pressed against the silky fleece of her hidden genitals, and rippling waves of fervent ardor threatened to blank her mind completely of the consequences of his actions. He had insinuated one of his fingers into the soft, warm vaginal slit between her thighs, parting the moist, sensitive lips of her cunt and probing at the membrane which gave mute testimony to her unsullied reputation. The seeking digit had located the tiny, untouched nub of her clitoris, teasing over it again and again and causing a sharp cry of commingled fear and intense pleasure to bubble past her redly parted lips. Her hands in his hair had tightened, pulling his head down harder against her breasts even as her voice was repudiating her actions by moaning "No, no, no, no!" over and over.A whispering, unmistakable sound had filled the car at that moment-the sound of a zipper being pulled hurriedly down as Don's hand left her breast momentarily. She had fluttered her tightly closed eyes open, and in the moonlight seen for the first time an erect male organ quivering hungrily before her gaze. The fear had completely consumed the passion then, so that there was no longer a struggle going on inside her; the sight of his blood-filled cock had made her decision for her. She had to stop him, stop him now!"No!" she had screamed, trying to twist away from him on the seat. "Don, for God's sake, don't! We... we can't... can't do this! It's wrong... Don, we're not married! It's wrong!""Please, baby, please!" he had mumbled back at her, his voice thick with the lust that was reflected in his dark eyes. His hand was stroking the full length of his monstrous penis now, she could see that, and her efforts to free herself became increasingly panic-tinged. But he had been too strong for her, forcing her back and down across the seat. Kay had felt the warm, smooth head of his hardened penis touch her thigh, and she had jumped from the electric contact of him against her fevered skin. Don had begun forcing her now-tightly-closed legs apart with the glans of his great cock, and she had been able to feel it trembling there like an impossibly large wedge being driven into and prying apart two defenseless and meager halves of a rail.And then, as if in the throes of some consuming pain, Don had clutched both his hands at her breasts, squeezing them painfully, lowering his head there and planting hot, moist kisses upon the twin mounds of delight like a madman, murmuring, "oh, oh, oh... oh, God, Kay... baby... oh, Jesus, baby, I'm going to cum... I can't help it, Kay baby, I'm going to cummmmm!"And she had felt his thick rod begin to jerk out of control against her soft white thighs, felt a hot jetting spurt splash against the innocent folds of her pussy-another, and another, a whole series of eruptions that flooded her pubic area and her thighs with sticky semen that flowed down to pool on the seat beneath her. Don had been mewling and convulsively twitching above her, planting those hot, liquid kisses on her still quivering breasts as his seed emptied out of his long, hard prick onto her naked flesh while she tried to force him off of her...Now, lying beneath the quilt on the bed she shared with Don, Kay found herself filled with the same kind of tingling arousal she had felt on that night. Her mind was beginning to drift with the same kind of euphoria, the same attitude of not caring about consequences as her mind carried her on to further heights of sexual fantasy- to the feel of Don's huge prick inside her vagina, to the touch of his lips and hands on her naked flesh. She began to squirm in growing passion on the bed, and her aroused vagina began to involuntarily secrete her love juices, moistening her panties as it had that night in the car before their marriage. There was a tender aching in her clit and her vagina, and the need for release of her ever-increasing passion was becoming strong, too strong...Involuntarily, her hands began to move down along her slender sides, back up again, back down again; she knew what she was doing, and yet her mind refused to allow her to stop it. The inside of her mouth was dry, and she ran her warm pink tongue over her full lips several times in an attempt to get rid of the arid taste. What am I doing to myself? she thought dimly. What am I working myself up to?But in that moment, she didn't care what she was working herself up to-even though in a corner of her brain she knew the answer. Her hands were moving around to her front now, moving across the full firmness of her young, pliant breasts; she began opening and closing her legs as she massaged herself, the sound of the thrumming rain on the window seeming to somehow intensify the building lust which was threatening to consume her very being. Almost unconsciously, as if they had a will of their own, her fingers began plucking at the buttons on the front of her housecoat, opening the garment all the way down. Her hands traveled almost greedily up and down her body now, over the bra-encased mounds of her breasts, down to the moistened, slightly protuberant pubic hillock, across the smoothness of her white-skinned belly. She was a tall young woman, with long slender model's legs and fully rounded hips and breasts, and her hands seemed to be seeking knowledge of every inch of her proportionately lovely flesh. She ran her nails tantalizingly over the silk-covered area between her thighs, arching her long limbs up and spreading them open at the delicious, forbidden delights which her self-caresses were instilling inside her body. Her mouth was parted, and her brain was whirling with the heat of her growing lust; she flailed her head from side to side on the pillow, her long, silky raven-black hair swirling in a tangled cascade of shimmering loveliness. The quilt was thrown from over her trembling, moving form now, puddling at the foot of the bed as her hands continued their mad pace up and down, down and around, teasing her now-fevered flesh into even more intense arousal, her brain alive with lewd thoughts of her husband's penis sawing in and out of her warm, wet vagina...Kay arched her back, her hands moving behind and under her to quickly unsnap the catches on her bra; she had to have her breasts free, to touch the rigid nipples without the encumbrance of clothing. She pulled the bra off, tossed it to the floor beside the bed, and her hands engulfed the twin, luscious globes of her alabaster mounds. Slowly, rhythmically, she began to roll the nipples back and forth, squeezing them and then releasing them, squeezing, releasing.The entire time she was thinking: No, no, this is wrong, it's evil... it's sick! I'm masturbating... yes, admit it, Kay Holland... masturbating like a teen-age girl after she's read a spicy novel... I'm a grown woman, married, with a husband and yet I'm lying here and playing with my own breasts... It's perverted, but, oh, God, it feels so good... so good...Her right hand left her breast and moved down, slowly down over her stomach to the elastic waist band of her panties. In spite of her self-recrimination, her shame at what she was doing, she wasn't able to prevent herself from carrying her actions to their fullest culmination; there was only her urgency now as the motivating factor of this moment, the intensely frantic need for release from the ever-building whirlpools of passions inside her body.She was drawing her panties down now, drawing them sensuously over her pubic mound while her other hand continued to stroke the nipple of one breast. She raised up on the bed, pulling the thin wisp of a garment down to her ankles, her eyes tightly shut, and then pulling it off completely so that she was completely nude. She lay back again, the one hand on her breast, the other stroking first one thigh, then the other, carefully avoiding for the moment the moist inferno of lust which was the furrow between her legs. Then, when she could stand the pressure no longer, her eager hand jumped to the hot, glistening folds of her young pussy, pressed against it there as she once again brought her legs up off the bed and splayed them wide apart. Her vaginal tunnel was opened wide under her fingers now, and she gentled one digit into the soft wet folds of the gently clasping passage.She imagined it was Don's hand, Don's finger, touching her there, stroking her there. She imagined it was her husband who was now manipulating the softly hair-lined lips until they seemed to be swollen with blood the way his cock was swollen with blood, until her clitoris was as hard as his cock was hard. She found the miniature phallus with the tip of her searching finger and began to tease it back and forth, running the nail round the quivering tip until the delight caused her to jackknife her legs back against her chest, mashing her breasts flat. Her buttocks, white moons of the softest, most flawless flesh imaginable, jerked and twisted under her self-ministrations, and she could feel the sweat beading and sheening her face and matting her raven hair to her scalp.Oh, God, I wish Don was here! she groaned through the lust-fog which controlled her brain. I wish Don was playing with my pussy... I wish he was going to put his penis... oh, his lovely hard penis!... into my vagina and do me hard, hard until he came and I came... oh God I want to cum so bad, so bad... Don, Don, I need you, Don, I need youuuuuuuuuu!Faster and faster and faster, Kay's finger fucked into her moist, sensitive slit, teasing the clit and the vaginal opening until she knew her orgasm was only moments away. Her hips thrashed and pounded the bed beneath her, and her other hand squeezed and kneaded her breast and nipple almost painfully. There was no guilt, no shame for her in that frozen period of time; there was only the wonderful, rapturous feelings of impending climax which were filling her very soul.Don, oh Don, please Donnnnnn... ooooohhhhh God, I'm... yes, yes, I'm dimming, cumming, cumming, cummmmmmiinngggggg... !Her buttocks churned and danced, her upraised legs kicking at the air as if in some spastic danse macabre; she was like a wild woman, moaning out her release in little whimpering mewls of abandoned bliss as wave after maddeningly ecstatic wave of her orgasm carried her crashing downward in ever-gentling motion until, finally, she was rocking slightly in the satiated ebb of her cumming. She lay very still at long last, her legs once more stretched out on the bed and her bosom rising and falling with the spasmodic breaths that escaped her lungs.But the euphoria soon dissipated, and the full realization of what she had just performed-the perverted act of masturbation upon her own flesh -filled Kay's mind with self-loathing and abject shame. Oh God, what had come over her? Was she... no better than those night creatures you were always reading about in the newspapers? What, all of a sudden, had caused her to seek gratification in this evil, venerous manner? Wasn't the love-making of her husband Don enough to satisfy her needs any longer? Had some strange act of chemistry suddenly transformed her into a... well, some kind of nymphomaniac who wasn't able to control her desires?All of these questions had no immediate answers for Kay, and she moaned piteously with her degradation on the bed. Her stomach was upset now, a result of humiliation, and she felt almost vitiated. Hot tears began to flow from her eyes, and after a few moments she jumped off the bed and ran naked into the bathroom.Kay spent the better part of an hour under a hot shower spray in a vain attempt to cleanse her body of imaginary impurities which seemed to coat her skin like some malignant fungus.* * *Don Holland adjusted his tie and smoothed a hand along the side of his carefully combed red hair, both gestures for the twentieth time since he and Kay had left their apartment to drive to Vance Kane's Nob Hill penthouse shortly before nine that night. He felt nervous excitement at the prospect of this evening with one of San Francisco's most highly regarded dentists, a man whose work he had come to know and respect as he moved upward in the field. He had met Kane only once, briefly, when he had picked Kay up at work one night, and had been impressed by the man's suavity and bearing; one of these days, and in the not too distant future, he would have that kind of stature-both physical and professional.