Ivan Cutdick - Sapphic Flames

She had just showered, following her newest relapse into masturbatory eroticism, and changed into a fresh skirt and blouse when the doorbell rang.

Answering it, Jocelyn found an extremely attractive, young couple, both well dressed and pleasant looking.

"Hello," said the young man. "I’m Kit Livingston, and this is my wife, Amanda. Brad Palmer said you had an apartment vacant-that is, if you are Mrs. White."

"Yes, I am Jocelyn White." She smiled, hoping the sexual excitement she had just had didn't show in her expression. "And, I do have an apartment vacant. Would you like to see it?"

"Yes," smiled the girl, who looked about sixteen. We'd like very much to see it, Mrs. White, if it's not too much trouble."

"Fine," Jocelyn said. "Just let me get the key."

Following the young married couple up the steps to apartment C, Jocelyn suddenly decided she did not want them as tenants. The reason was both of the young people were too attractive and too much in love and just too damn young. They would spend all their time in bed with each other and provide her with no Company at all. What she should try to get was a couple her own age, who would be more attracted to her and with whom she might develop a friendship-not a sexual relationship, for once, just a friendship!

"Oh, it's lovely!" the girl exclaimed, after she had shown them the apartment. "We really love it!"

Jocelyn, having heard them whispering about the mirrored bedroom (the entire wall was a mirror behind the large double bed), among other things, had already realized the couple wanted to rent. How could she prevent it? Then, she remembered her aunt's lawyer had told her there was no rent control applicable to the building. She could double the rent!

"I'm afraid it's rather an expensive apartment," she replied coolly. "In fact, the rent is $l,000 per month."

"Wow!" the husband exclaimed. "That's some rent!"

The girl's face showed such disappointment, Jocelyn almost relented. But, she told herself to stick to her guns. She would only regret giving in to sympathy at this point.

"Didn't Mr. Palmer tell you what the rent was, dear?" the girl asked.

"Well," Jocelyn interposed quickly, "you see, I'm doubling the rent from now on. The Palmer's wouldn't have known that."

"Thanks for showing it to us," young Livingston nodded, as they left the empty apartment. "But, we just can't quite pay that much."

"Are you sure, dear?" the girl interrupted. "I could contribute half."

"It's out of the question, Amanda. It's just too much money. Thanks, again, Mrs. White."

The young couple got into a new-looking sports car and drove off, leaving Jocelyn to wonder if she had been too foolish. Well, the lawyer had said it was a landlord's market in that area. Then the lawyer had laughed patronizingly, she remembered, and corrected himself, "Landlady, I mean and, a very pretty one, too!" Lawyers were necessary, but they were full of shit.

Jocelyn brought herself up short. Cut it out, she told herself. She shouldn't be saying "shit" and "fuck" all the time. She had picked up that habit from Robin. What she should have said was lawyers were full of baloney. It meant the same thing. Well, almost.

About a week after the young Livingston couple had looked at apartment C, Jocelyn made an amazing discovery. She had never dreamed she would find what she did! It happened this way.

The cleaning woman had apparently unplugged a lamp on the hall table, and, as Jocelyn was down on her hands and knees looking for the plug beneath the table, the top of her head grazed something sharp protruding from the bottom of the table. Annoyed, she looked up. It looked like an electric switch. Wondering what it would be connected to, she found the wall plug and plugged in the lamp. Crawling out from under the table, she reached under the top and found the switch again. Might as well see if it lit up anything, she thought, and Јlicked it.

She almost cried out in alarm.

The wood-paneled wall at the end of the hallway was opening like a door! For a wild moment, she almost screamed. It was like a scene from some silly horror movie.

Going to the end of the hall, she looked into the narrow opening that had appeared in the wall. In the half-light from the hall behind her, she saw there was a flight of steps covered with a soft rug. She recognized they must lead to the second floor, but, that was puzzling since her apartment wasn't supposed to have a second Hoar!

Feeling on the wall she found a light switch, and, instantly, the stairway was bathed in a warm, slightly tinted light. What intrigued Jocelyn the most, however, were the large photographs covering every inch of the walls on either side of the stairs. The photos were completely pornographic! Slowly, she mounted the steps, gazing at the lewd scenes with parted lips. Wow! Talk about group sex! Most of the pictures were mass sex! Twenty or thirty naked men and women entangled excitingly-all sucking and frigging and fucking! Her aunt and uncle figured in many of the photos. In one, toward the top of the stairs, her aunt was on top of a handsome, young man ramming a huge pole of a prick up into her cunt. Her thighs were spread and a pretty girl's face was buried in her ass, obviously licking her aunt's asshole. At the same time, her aunt was sucking off a big-pricked older man, and, incredibly, her uncle was fucking the ass-licking, young girl in her ass, his giant cock buried in her asshole so deeply some of his white, pubic hair was hidden by her ass cleft. Jocelyn thought it must have split the young girl in two and looked for signs of pain on the girl's face. But, there was only an expression of deep pleasure.

Opening the sliding door at the top of the stairs, Jocelyn found herself in the Palmer's bedroom! At the same time, she was in the bedroom of the vacant apartment!

The mystery was soon explained. Walls of glass separated her from both bedrooms. The space she was in was about six feet wide and ran the length of the bedrooms on either side. Jocelyn now realized why the entire adjacent walls of the two bedrooms were mirrors! A person on her side of the walls saw everything as if looking through glass! A person inside the bedrooms saw nothing but a mirror and had no idea of being observed!

What a setup for people who liked to watch sex! Her aunt and uncle must really have loved to watch! Or, perhaps, it had just been her aunt, her uncle having died almost fifteen years before her aunt died. Either way, she hoped they had enjoyed it when they had been alive. She certainly was going to!

Jocelyn had eagerly responded to her husband's lewd promptings to become a devotee of watching sex! How many evenings had she and Robin watched pornographic films in their apartment in New York. He taught her how to jerk off gently and feverishly, by turns, and so protract a hot frigging session for an hour or more while viewing reel after reel of pornographic movies of every description! She found she could become almost as erotically aroused as he did during the course of such lascivious and autoerotic evenings!

Surprisingly, she and Robin had found they were not the only couple who liked the complementary pleasures of pornography and masturbation. Without much effort at all, they found several couples with like tastes. Jocelyn had enjoyed the stag film parties immensely. She had always liked group nudity, and, then, she had become acquainted with the additional thrill of rubbing herself off in public.

As Jocelyn looked around her, she began to recognize the true extent to which this pleasure room had been developed. The big, double beds in both bedrooms (which she later discovered were fastened to the floor to prevent the tenants moving them) were located Hush against the mirrored walls of the bedrooms. Connecting them, in the pleasure room, was another bed of equal size which took up the entire width of the space.