'Tanya?'
Benji put his face against her back, sucking in huge lungfuls of air. He was still moving his prick around inside her body. Lori could feel the difference his cum had made. She was very slippery inside. And something hot and stringy was leaking out around the edges of her opening.
'It is you, isn't it Tanya?' Benji whispered, real doubt in his voice now.
Lori rolled him off of her back. Then she had his face between her hands and was kissing him, using her tongue willfully. He sighed and kissed her back. She had a yearning to kiss the head of his cock. It was coated with the sharp-smelling cream that flowed front a man's balls when he filled a woman. She wondered how it would really feel on her chin and cheeks. But she shivered and pulled away.
'You're not Tanya!' Benji said. Lori had already scooped up her clothing and made it across darkened room. Benji was getting to his feet. But then she had the door unlocked and was outside, shutting it again. Thank God the hall light was off. He still hadn't seen her. She hurried to her room and shut the door softly. Benji was in the hall now, searching for the female who'd sneaked in uninvited to take him on a ride. Lori bit her bottom lip and smiled.
'Oh God, if that wasn't the craziest stunt I've ever pulled!' she said to herself. Benji was standing near her closed door now. She could almost feel his tumid, nervous presence. Then he was gone. She heard his door shut again and let out her breath.
With a mirror in her hand, Lori sat on the edge of her bed in the glow from her table lamp. She gazed in fascination at the swollen, ravished state of her pussy. The outer lips were swollen so much that her softer, slicker folds were all pushed out. She could see the inner labia clearly defined and the turgid button of her clit completely exposed. The whole area was red and a little raw-looking. Then she found that she'd tightened her pussy hole ever since her cousin had slipped his cock out. She tried relaxing it and a dribble of white cum dripped onto the mirror.
'Ohhhh, God in heaven, that was wonderful fucking I got!' she sighed, licking the milky stuff from the glass. Now she could really taste it. She let more drip onto the mirror and quickly lapped it off.
'It's lucky my period will be due in a few days.' The possibility of ending up with her cousin's baby growing in her belly didn't particularly appeal to her. But Benji was a wonderful fuck! 'Until I wake up sober tomorrow morning.' She shook her head slowly. 'My own cousin!' Lori put out the light and lay on her back naked. Her body had a warm glow to it and her pussy felt deliciously plump and comfortable. She could have stared fretting about the terribly daring thing she'd pulled off. But she chose to sleep instead.
Sleep came as a breeze from the open window played across her tits.
CHAPTER FOUR
It took Beth three solid drinks to even think about the possibility. It took her another whiskey and soda to get dressed in what she considered a sexy outfit and put on a little eye-shadow and make-up. Then she phoned Doctor Barnaby's office and insisted on being seen that morning. The secretary squeezed her in after juggling the appointment schedule. Then Beth made her one last whiskey and went shakily to the car to start the air- conditioner. She didn't want to arrive at Doctor Barnaby's office all sweaty and wilted.
She wasn't even sure what she would say when she confronted the young, handsome M.D. All she knew was that she had problems. Plenty of them. And Phil Barnaby had given her a sympathetic shoulder to cry on once. She and Cal had been out at a party and Phil and his wife had joined them for conversation. Doctor Barnaby had asked Beth to dance. She'd been a little loaded. She'd started talking. About nothing at first but then the booze had opened those awful secret doors and she'd found herself quietly crying as Phil Barnaby had swung her around the floor, his blond hair brushing her face from time to time. She'd realized that evening that she really couldn't talk to her husband. About the things that counted. And part of the reason she couldn't confide in her very own man was that sex thing. If you can't fuck together, you can't talk together, she finally concluded. Yet she hadn't fucked Phil Barnaby. Maybe it was the fact he was a doctor. And that he had an obvious sexual appeal to any woman with two eyes. No, Beth decided. She'd only need one to pick up on Phil Barnaby's sex appeal. More important though she had to spill the junk that was collecting in her head. She had to spill it to someone. Maybe Phil could help her somehow.
By the time she got to the office building she could hardly park the Cadillac. She was winging on straight Scotch whiskey with a little melted ice to lubricate. She giggled crossing the parking lot, the dregs of her drink still in her hand.
'Maybe I don't even need to see a doctor,' she sang. But she knew that as soon as she came down from her boozy flying that she'd feel even worse than when she'd awakened that morning. Something was in the air. She had the feeling that her husband was about to have an affair with someone. She'd always thought she was psychic. And while brushing her teeth, she'd felt that familiar urging. The male surge of desire. She hadn't been completely satisfying her husband lately. As if she weren't allowed to think, of her own satisfaction. But that was the way the world was set up. The boy got his goodies first. If the girl happened to luck out, fine. If not, tough titty. Beth giggled again. Her laughter sounded strange and unfamiliar. She didn't laugh much. And she did it always shocked her. Beth put her empty glass in an ashtray in the lobby.
The receptionist gave her a look that said she could smell the booze on her breath.
'Won't you sit down please?' the girl said. 'The doctor is running over a few minutes this morning.'
Beth tried to read a magazine but couldn't focus on the page, let alone concentrate on what the words meant. She felt like giggling again. Then crying. She took a firm grasp of the chair arms and tried to pull herself together. She hadn't meant to get this sloshed. She'd only wanted to get enough guts to see somebody. For a moment she felt like getting up and getting the hell out of there. But when she stood, she caught a glimpse of herself in a mirror at one end of the waiting room. Drunk as she was she looked fine. Her expensive silken dress showed off her willowy form to its best advantage. She didn't look skinny now, just tastefully thin. Her small, high breasts were perfect. The receptionist was staring at her when she turned to find her seat again.
'Is everything all right, Mrs. Henderson?'
'Oh sure,' she said, voice unnaturally high. 'I'm just a little sloshed.' She gave the girl a stupid grin and plopped back too hard into the seat. The door opened and Phil Barnaby was looking at her. Thank God he wasn't wearing a stethoscope, Beth thought. If he had been, she would have broken out laughing.
'Hi Phil,' she said, wobbling towards him. Phil exchanged a look with his receptionist and stepped back to let her pass by him. Beth made it somehow and turned as he closed the door behind. Then she lurched into his arms with a sigh.
'Oh Phil, I almost didn't make it.'
'Beth, it's a little early to hang one on, isn't it?'
'You don't know the half of it,' she said, breaking into gales of laughter now that the tension in the waiting room had passed. She clung to the slim doctor's body. He felt so warm and good. So understanding. At least she didn't feel obligated to him physically like she did with Cal. Phil would understand all that, wouldn't he?
'Why don't you tell me about it.'
'Sure. Love to.' The room spun. Beth felt that she was getting drunker instead of more sober. She almost fell trying to get to a chair. Then Phil helped her up onto the examination table and sat there with his arm around her waist.
'I usually don't give such personal attention to my patients,' he joked, 'but you're a fiend. And a good dancer to boot.'
'Phil, ohhh God am I drunk.'
'You don't need a doctor to find that out.'
'It's because I'm so miserable. Cal. We don't make love. We've never made love. I know, I've got a twenty- year-old daughter. That was a miracle. Virgin birth. Right out of the blue.' The room swam again and she had to clutch at Phil. She found herself clutching his thigh.
'Hey, slow down. I'd need a tape recorder to get all of this.'
Beth went over things as carefully as possible. She even started putting, in the details. Like how huge her husband was. How she'd measured him once. An honest ten, and a half inches. And there was something wrong
