Rosemary's Booty

Rosemary and Guy Woodcock had almost signed a lease on a different apartment when they received word from a woman named Mrs. Black that a four-room apartment in the Cumford had become available.

They met the realtor at the entrance and entered the place, which was old and elephantine with high ceilings and gorgeous scrollwork. There was a working fireplace, the rooms were large and spacious with lots of closet space, and the views of the city were incredible.

"Oh Guy!" sighed Rosemary. "Can you believe it? It's such a lovely, lovely place."

"She's trying to get you to lower the price," Guy said, deadpan to the realtor.

"Well, we would if we could," the realtor said.

"Oh, it's so charming," Rosemary said, and then looked over at something on a desk left by the previous owner, who had apparently, unexpectedly gone to California and had yet to have her things moved.

There was a note, and it said, "I can no longer associate myself with such a..." and then it cut off. Beside it were beads of some kind. They were plastic and on a long cord that graduated from small to large. There was also a bottle of something called Astroglide beside it. Rosemary blushed a little, knew the lube was sexual and hoped Guy wouldn't see it.

They continued to look at the apartment, and then the realtor said, "Looks like there is a closet behind that dresser."

"Looks like she moved it," Rosemary said, pointing to the floor, which was scratched in such a way as to suggest the heavy piece of furniture had been maneuvered from one place to another.

"Well, I'm authorized to show the apartment. Let's move it out of the way," the realtor said, almost unsure of himself, and he and Guy worked together to move it back to its original place and opened the closet door.

"Looks like whoever she tried to lock in got out," Guy said.

"Oh!" Rosemary said, looking at what appeared to be hundreds of teddies and lacy panties hung up.

"Well, that was unexpected," Guy said.

"But why would she lock up her lingerie?" Rosemary asked, seeing a large pile of dildos on the top shelf and closing it again.

"I don't know. Maybe her weight fluctuated, and she couldn't fit into it anymore," Guy reasoned. Rosemary closed the closet, red-faced, and went into the kitchen.

***

Hutch, who was Rosemary's former landlord turned friend, was surprisingly against the idea of moving into the Cumford, claiming the place was a sex house.

"Oh yes. One hundred years ago it was a brothel, and some of the sex parties of the century happened there. They say presidents and all kinds of movie stars would go to the Cum to do any number of kinky things."

Guy's eyes widened with interest, but Rosemary said, "That's nonsense. Just because there were sex parties then doesn't mean their ghosts can haunt us now. That's no reason we shouldn't move in."

"Well, I've heard tales of all sorts of sexual perversions going on. Group, bisexual, anal... the only reason the house regained respectability was due to the housing shortage in World War II." Rosemary covered her ears. "I'm sorry, dear, but the record is there along with the high ceilings and working fireplace. And there is a reason it's called the CUMford, my dear."

"I thought it was named after a man with the last name of Cummings or something like that."

"Oh, it was," Hutch explained. "It was named for a man named Cumming who it is said can be conjured up during orgies. He has a massive member and can occasionally be seen clanging it around in the middle of the night."

"Oh, ghost stories," Rosemary said. "We haven't seen anything of the kind. Nothing sexual, anyway. Everything seems normal," Rosemary said, dismissing the lube and lingerie closet she had seen left behind by the previous owner Ivanna Cox. She had no idea that the beads she had seen could have possibly been used for a sexual purpose, but it didn't matter. All that was gone now.

"Well, I ought to have shut my mouth. Forgive me. I'm sure the two of you will be a wonderful, wholesome influence on the place. Cheers to you both for finding what I'm sure will turn out to be a lovely apartment without sexual devience."

***

A week later, they moved in, and Rosemary was happy. She forgot all about Hutch's warnings about orgies and Mr. Cumming swinging his big dick around. They ate picnic-style on the floor, and then Rosemary suggested they make love.

"Oh Guy," Rosemary said when she kissed him.

"When are you going to get lingerie like what was in that closet?" he asked, and she recoiled a bit. She enjoyed sex with Guy, but was wary of anything that could be kinky. She didn't like anything that wasn't strictly missionary sex or perhaps sex in a spooning position between a man and a woman. Anything that had any extra bells and whistles attached was extremely embarrassing to her.

"It's okay, honey," Guy said. "You're very attractive in white cotton undies and a bra." He pulled her shirt over her head to reveal her beautiful figure. "You know I love your body no matter how it's dressed," he said, bending his head to kiss the tops of her breasts.

He then pulled down her skirt to reveal the white underwear he knew he would find there, and then maneuvered to take it off with his teeth, which made her laugh.

When he was undressed and thrusting into her, his cock was amazing and knew just where to go. She involuntarily put her legs around his torso and thrust upward toward him to get him to go deeper and deeper.

Finally, when they both had their release, they were hugging each other on the futon they'd slept on for months at Guy's bachelor apartment (the bed was on order), when they heard a voice through the wall: "Roman! Get me more lube!"

***

Rosemary spent the next few weeks ordering furniture, picking out paint and wallpaper colors, cooking dinners for her and Guy, and generally decorating the apartment to her liking. The previous owner, Ivanna Cox, had kept the place very dark, like a nightclub, and Rosemary wanted things bright and welcoming. She wanted to bring in the sunlight and cast out any strange sexual ghosts that might still be lingering in the space. Not that she believed in such things.

The only time she remembered the place was once a brothel was when she went down to the basement to do laundry. There were some old-time pictures of a girl playing billiards with a large slit up her bloomers, and another posing provocatively in turn-of-the-20th-century underwear.

One day when she was doing laundry, she saw a woman down there about her age whom she had never seen before.

"Oh, hello," she said, happy to see someone she could potentially form a friendship with.

"Oh," said the woman with surprise. "I'm Terry. Terry Juggs." She held out her hand. "I live with Roman and Maxi Climax in 7A."

"Rosemary Woodcock," she replied. "I'm glad somebody is down here with me. This basement is weird. It's got those strange pictures, and it's old and dusty."

"Yeah, well, I have a good luck charm that might work for both of us," Terry said, holding out what looked like a large, hard penis on a chain for Rosemary to look at.

"Is that a..." Rosemary said, somewhat in shock.

"It's not what it looks like," she explained. "It's supposed to bring good fortune and luck. Roman and Maxi gave it to me."

"Oh?" Rosemary said.

"Yes. They've been like real parents to me. They've done so much and given me so much pleasure. They've given me good food and vitamins, and nothing is too good for me as far as they are concerned. You see, they never had any kids of their own, so... one day I will pay them back for all they've done."

"I see," Rosemary said. "Well, maybe we can do our laundry down here regularly and keep each other company."

"I'd like that," she said. "Say, where do you live?"

"We're in 7E."

"Oh, right. Ivanna Cox's old apartment."

"That's right."

"Well, I hope to see you around soon." Terry said, smiled, and then headed back upstairs.

***

A few days later, Guy and Rosemary were coming back from dinner with their friends Tiger and Jinny when they saw a woman with large breasts in her fifties crying in the street.

"She's run away!" the woman sobbed. A man in good shape with salt-and-pepper hair stood beside her.

"Can we help you?" Guy asked, concerned, as the woman seemed inconsolable.

"Terry. She's gone!" the woman continued to cry, holding out a note for Guy to read. Rosemary looked over his shoulder.

I'm sorry, but I have to leave. I appreciate all you have done for me, but I can no longer accept your hospitality, the letter read.

"Oh, I'm so sorry," Rosemary said. "You know, I just met her."

"You did?" the woman asked. She stopped crying abruptly and looked at Rosemary. Rosemary could see there were no tears in her eyes.

"Yes, in the laundry room. Are you the people she was living with? The Climaxes?"

"We are," the man said. "I'm Roman, and this is Maxi."

"Well, she had wonderful things to say about you both and seemed so happy and full of good feeling about the future."

"Well, evidently she wasn't happy," the woman said.

"I'm so sorry," Guy said, and they left to go back up to their apartment.

That night, they heard who they now knew was Maxi through the wall: "It's amazing to me that you're in charge of anything! All she needs to be is young, and never have had anal sex!"

Surely Rosemary hadn't heard correctly. She must have been mistaken. She asked Guy, but he swore he hadn't heard anything at all from the bathroom where he had been brushing his teeth.

They went to bed. Guy fell asleep easily, but Rosemary stayed awake and heard flat, unmusical chanting followed by a great many moans that sounded like people working out in the next room--an awful lot of them, sometimes shouting obscenities--until finally, about an hour later, it stopped.

***

The next day, there was a knock on Rosemary's door. It was Maxi.

"Oh, hello, dear," Maxi said. "I just came over to welcome you to the Cum, and to thank you for the nice things you said last night after we found out... well..."

"Oh, it was nothing, really."

"Nonsense," Maxi said. "It was very kind of you, and I wanted to tell you so. Can I come in? I'd love to see what you've done with the place. You know I was good friends with Ivanna when she lived here."

"Oh. Why, yes, of course," Rosemary said, ushering her in. She gave her a tour of all the rooms, including the bathroom and bedroom.

"So, do you have any Vaseline?" Maxi asked. "Or any other lubricants?"

"Why?" Rosemary asked in return.

"Oh, no reason. I just wondered because... well, my lips are a little dry, is all."

"No, I don't think so," Rosemary answered, still wondering why she would ask such a thing.

"Yeah, I didn't see any in the bathroom... or your bedroom." Maxi prodded further, "Say, do you have a healthy sex life?"

"I... I beg your pardon?"

"I'm sorry! That's how I got a big nose--by being nosy," Maxi said, and Rosemary laughed.

"I mean, I suppose we're normal," Rosemary said, flushing red.

"Well, that's good. You're young and just married; you ought to have lots of sex." Then, after a pause: "Hey, I've got four six-inch sirloins in the fridge just now. Why don't you and Guy come over and have dinner with us tonight? It would be a great comfort since... well, since..."

"I don't know. I'll have to see."

"I won't take no for an answer," Maxi insisted.

"Well, alright, you can count on us."

"Alright! Seven o'clock. I'll see you then." Maxi said, and headed out the door.

***

The Climaxes' apartment was vastly different from Rosemary and Guy's. It was much darker, much like how Ivanna Cox had kept the apartment they now inhabited. It also had lots of hooks on the ceiling for hanging plants, but there were no plants. There was also a clean spot above the fireplace where a picture had suspiciously been removed.

"So glad you could make it," Maxi said. Roman, who was dark and handsome--and not nearly as salt-and-pepper as Rosemary remembered--came over to shake both of their hands.

The dinner was good, but there was a strange taste to it that didn't sit quite right with Rosemary. Out of politeness, she managed to eat enough to look as though she enjoyed it. Guy, on the other hand, ate heartily.

"So, Rosemary, did you know that there was a Catholic church just across the street?" Roman asked.

"Oh, is there?" she answered.

"You are Catholic, aren't you?" he asked, and she wondered how on earth he had known.

"Well, I was brought up to be, but now..."

"Oh, that's interesting," Roman said.

"How about you all?" she asked, more out of politeness than anything.

"We believe in ourselves, Rosemary," he said. "And you, Guy?"

"I guess the same as Ro" Guy said between mouthfuls, and Rosemary could see that Maxi looked pleased. "I don't know how anybody can be religious these days," he added. "It's all theater and show biz."

"That's right. That's exactly what it is," Roman said. "Pageants for the uneducated."

"Oh, it looks like we're offending Rosemary," Maxi said, looking over at her.

"Oh, I'm not," she said. "It's just that I was raised Catholic, so I've been conditioned to have respect, even if I don't believe anymore."

"So you don't believe in things like no sex before marriage and all that sort of nonsense?" Maxi looked as though her answer was very important.

"Well, I..." Rosemary blushed, and Maxi looked thoroughly satisfied.

After dinner, Rosemary joined Maxi in the kitchen to wash dishes. Maxi was a very slow washer, and Rosemary almost asked if she could wash and Maxi could dry instead, thinking Guy must be bored to death talking in hushed tones with Roman in the other room.

After they were finished, there was a strange look on Guy's face. He looked intently at Roman as though they were plotting something, and Rosemary suddenly felt like a stranger in the room. It was as if Roman and Maxi were Guy's parents, and she was just a casual acquaintance.

After a few quick pleasantries, the two of them hurried back to their own apartment, laughing.

"Oh my God, did you see that china? Only three plates that match, and then they have that beautiful silverware!"

"And that steak--it was awful."

"And the cake was weird!"

"Did you notice the hooks on the ceiling? And the clean places on the walls? I wonder what it means."

"No, didn't notice that," Guy said dismissively. "Well, at any rate, I'm going over there tomorrow night to talk to Roman. He needs some help organizing some things, and I told him I would give him a hand."

"Oh?"

"You don't have to come, honey. You can stay here if you want."

"I think I will. Stay here," she said with a sigh, finding the idea of returning there repugnant for some reason.

The two of them made love on the new bed that had been delivered a few months ago, and as Rosemary lay in Guy's arms, he asked her something that shocked her.

"Honey... you've never had anal sex before, have you?"

"What?" she said, instantly worried he was going to ask her to try it.

"You've never had a finger up your ass, or anything like that?"

"Well, of course not! And I certainly hope I never do."

"Alright, honey, alright. I just wanted to know, is all."

"I've never even had sex with anybody other than you. You know that."

***

The next night, when Guy went off to help Roman with financial advice, Rosemary put on some jazz music and cuddled up with a book. She was ready to settle in when she heard a knock at the door.

She opened it to find Maxi and a busty blonde friend whom Maxi introduced as Laura Lust, who lived on the third floor. They had brought knitting supplies and sat down to get to know Rosemary better.

"Well, I just thought you might be lonely," Maxi said.

"Well, today is the first day of my period, you see, so..."

"Oh, drat periods!" Laura Lust said. "I can barely have sex at all when I'm on mine."

"Me neither," Maxi agreed. "So you probably won't be in the mood for another week or so."

"I suppose not," Rosemary said, feeling self-conscious again. She really didn't want to discuss her personal sex life with women she barely knew.

"Guy tells me you have your anniversary coming up in about ten days, Rosemary," Laura Lust said. "Will you be doing anything special for that?"

"No," she said. "Guy has to work that day, but we might go out that weekend."

"Well, mind that you mark the day. You should do something special here," Laura suggested.

"Alright. That does seem like a good idea. I'm sure he'd like it if I made a special steak or something."

"That sounds really nice," Maxi said. She paused, then pulled out something wrapped in crumpled tissue paper and handed it to Rosemary. "Here. This is for you, for moving in."

Rosemary opened it, and there lay Terry's good luck charm. It really did look like a very large, thick penis, and it embarrassed her to think about wearing it out to the store, or even around the apartment.

"Oh, I couldn't possibly accept this," Rosemary stammered.

"You already have," Maxi said firmly. "Go on, put it on."

I'll take it off as soon as they leave, Rosemary thought, slipping the chain around her neck.

"There! Isn't that pretty?" Laura Lust remarked, admiring it, and nearly licked her lips looking at it, which came off as slightly obscene to Rosemary.

They finally left around 11:00 PM when Guy returned from Mr. Climax's apartment.

"Did you manage to help him untangle his taxes?" she asked.

"What? Oh, yeah, his taxes," Guy said. "They were in a real knot. He has a lot of business dealings, so there is a lot to go through." But something in his voice told Rosemary he wasn't being entirely truthful.

That night, after going to bed, they heard the same unmusical chanting again, but this time joined by some kind of flute or clarinet, followed by heavy moaning. Rosemary commented on it, but Guy insisted he heard nothing.

"Honey, you're imagining things. Go to sleep," he said.

Rosemary couldn't sleep at first, but when she finally drifted off, she dreamed she was across the street at Sister Agnes's church. She was sitting in the schoolroom when Sister Agnes pulled out a dildo and offered it to her. Then her first boyfriend Gabe, who she hadn't seen in years, took it out of Sister Agnes's hands, saying he wanted to do the honors. Rosemary wanted to let him, but insisted that good Catholic girls didn't do such things, waking up feeling thoroughly confused.

***

The night of their anniversary, Guy came home energized and excited. His eyes were glowing with a passion she hadn't seen since the first time they made love.

Rosemary had spent hours in the kitchen preparing dinner. She had made coq au vin with mashed potatoes, green beans, and red wine. Guy was supposed to pick up a pumpkin pie for dessert on his way home from work.

"Oh, drat! I passed two grocery stores on the way home--not one, but two! I could kick myself for forgetting."

"Well, that's alright. We can have fruit and cheese. That's the best dessert anyway."

"It is not. Pumpkin pie is!"

Rosemary turned on some romantic music, and just as they were finishing their main course, the doorbell rang.

Guy went to answer it, and Rosemary heard Maxi's voice: "Extra! We don't need 'em!"

Rosemary silently prayed, Oh please, Guy. Don't let her in. Not tonight.

When Guy returned, he held up two dessert dishes. "Who says there's no such thing as ESP? Mousse au chocolat," he said, "or as Maxi calls it, 'Chocolate Mouse.'"

It looked delicious--rich chocolate swirls, one topped with a single walnut, which Guy presented to Rosemary.

Rosemary took a couple of bites, but it had a distinct, chalky undertaste. She didn't like it at all, though Guy claimed he tasted nothing unusual.

"I don't like it," she said.

"What? It's fantastic!"

"Then you can have mine."

"Eat it, honey. You're far too thin, and the old bat slaved all day over it."

"Fine," she said, taking a huge spoonful. "Satisfied?"

He nodded. She then asked him to flip the record over, and while his back was turned, she hastily scraped the rest of the mousse into a napkin and hid it in her lap.

***

She was doing the dishes when the first wave of heavy exhaustion hit her. Guy came to her side immediately.

"Honey? What's wrong?"

"Dizzy..." she gasped, swaying on her feet.

"Oh... let's get you in bed."

He took her into the bedroom and undressed her. "Sleep, Ro. Sleep," he whispered.

The next thing she knew, she was dreaming she was being carried through the closet onto President Kennedy's yacht, where Hutch was using meteorology equipment to predict an incoming typhoon.

Suddenly, Jackie Kennedy appeared, telling her she had better have her legs tied down in case of a "mouse bite." Rosemary looked around and saw Maxi, Laura Lust, Roman, and even Guy surrounding her--all completely naked. She was in the middle of a circle, stripped naked herself.

"Wait, she sees!" Guy called out.

"She don't see nor hear nothing! Long as she ate the mouse, she's as good as dead!" Maxi snapped.

Then the chanting began--the same rhythmic drone she had heard through the wall on the nights she thought she was dreaming. Suddenly, a massive, imposing man appeared in the center of the room.

He was stunningly attractive, with a pointed beard and a muscular, sculpted chest.

"Cumming! Cumming! Cumming!" the big breasted women chanted in unison, seeming to get more excited the more they chanted.

Rosemary stared as Mr. Cumming revealed a gigantic, enormous cock. Maxi stepped forward first and began to suck on it, holding his thick shaft in her hands and slobbering with delight. When she finished, Laura Lust took a turn, followed by two other women Rosemary had never seen before.

It gave Rosemary an electric thrill to think that she might get a turn with that unbelievable cock, too. Was Guy standing right there? It didn't matter. That man possessed the most delicious-looking member she had ever laid eyes on, and she wanted it desperately.

At long last, one of the women knelt down and began licking Rosemary's vagina. In spite of herself, Rosemary thought it was the most incredible sensation she had ever experienced--though she still craved that cock above all else!

Finally, the gorgeous, imposing man turned his attention to her. He guided his massive member inside her, filling her completely, over and over again, until she hit a shattering, full-body orgasm.

Once she had peaked, the man--assisted by three of the women, who liberally applied lube--positioned his cock against Rosemary's anal entrance.

Loosened up by drugs and overwhelming endorphins, Rosemary didn't care what happened next; she just wanted him inside her. But she had to wait. First, the man slid a finger inside her ass to stretch her, followed by a thick dildo. Rosemary let out a gasp of wild pleasure, biting her lip in sheer ecstasy for what was coming.

Finally, he aligned his large cock and pushed inside her, thrusting slowly at first, then faster and faster until he climaxed deep within her.

As he pulled out, the entire room erupted in cheers. "To Orgasm One!" everyone cheered.

They left Rosemary tied to the bed, where she lay half asleep, half awake as everyone else shared the man's massive cock. She also saw the plant hangers on the ceiling weren't for plants at all, and instead swings where the members of the club.. whatever it was... got into in order to have sex in all different kinds of positions, and wished she could try it!

She then saw the clean space on the wall was now filled with a picture of the man who had just fucked her, naked. His large cock being the focal point of the painting, and also the focal point in the room as several women knelt to lick it and beg him to fuck them.

When she could take her eyes off Mr. Cumming, she watched Guy engage with several of the women, feeling a sudden wave of jealousy that he was getting to enjoy so many partners without her.

***

The next morning, Rosemary woke up groggily. "What time is it?"

"It's 9:30, and boy, were you out cold," Guy said.

"The dreams I had..."

"Yeah, you were moaning all night," Guy chuckled.

She sat up and immediately realized her backside was incredibly sore, bringing back vivid memories of what she had experienced during the night.

"Yikes," she muttered. "What is going on?"

"I don't know." Guy said dismissively, but then when she complained further, he said "If it's really that bad, I guess we could go to a doctor," Guy suggested.

"Hmm," she said, getting up to use the restroom. It hurt, but in an undeniably thrilling way. She realized she desperately wanted to feel that massive cock from her dream inside her again. But maybe it hadn't been a cock at all... maybe she just had hemorrhoids? Though hemorrhoids certainly couldn't produce that kind of mind-blowing pleasure, could they?

She went about her day cleaning up from the night before when Maxi knocked on the door.

"Oh, here, Maxi," Rosemary said, handing back the dessert dishes from the night before.

"Did you enjoy it, dear?" Maxi asked.

Rosemary looked stunned for a moment as she pictured Maxi naked, but then realized she was talking about the dessert. "Oh yes, you'll have to give me the recipe," Rosemary said, wincing slightly as she stood.

"Are you feeling alright, dear?"

"Fine," Rosemary feigned a smile.

"You know, I know a very good doctor who can help you, Rosemary. He's a great guy--he's even been on Open End!"

"A doctor?"

"Yeah. If you feel like you need to see someone about any pain whatsoever, I can set it up for you. And he won't charge any of those society prices, either."

"Well, if you think..."

"It's no trouble at all," Maxi said. She ushered Rosemary into her apartment and called out, "Hello? Dr. Lust? Listen, a dear friend of mine is having some pain and needs help. Do you think you can see her?"

Maxi looked over at Rosemary. "Can you go this afternoon?" Rosemary nodded. "Two o'clock?" Rosemary agreed and thanked her profusely.

***

"Nothing to worry about, Rosemary. Proctalgia fugax," Dr. Adam Lust declared. "You've had a sudden spasm of the anal muscles. It's completely harmless, though the pain can be quite sharp. I'm glad you came in. You should be back to normal in a day or two."

Hmm, Rosemary thought to herself. Something about the diagnosis felt off--it felt like margarine instead of butter. But he was the doctor. It was entirely possible she had just suffered muscle spasms and then dreamed she was being delightfully, blissfully... no, she couldn't even finish the thought. If only Guy could make her feel that kind of intense pleasure.

She went home, and Dr. Lust was proven right: the physical pain vanished, but the memory of the incredible sex lingered. When she had sex with Guy, she found it underwhelming and completely unsatisfying.

To make matters worse, Guy started spending his evenings over at Maxi and Roman's. He would occasionally return home with fresh scratches on his back after she had heard that distinct chanting and moaning through the wall. She knew something wild was going on next door, and she was being left out!

One night, as she lay in bed trying to block out the sounds of whatever was going on in that room, a realization struck her: The closet!

She hurried to the hall closet, pulled out the extra towels and linens, and discovered she could easily maneuver the loose boards in the back wall. She slipped through the opening directly into the Climaxes' apartment.

Stealthy and quiet, she crept down the hallway toward the sounds of heavy, rhythmic moaning. The closer she got, the more furious she became--she wanted to be a part of this!

She turned the corner and stopped dead in her tracks. There was Guy, deep inside a woman, while Roman was enthusiastically fucking Laura Lust, and even Dr. Lust was in on the action, masturbating in a corner. About ten people were scattered around the room in various sexual positions, pleasing each other and reveling in the heat of the moment.

"There you are!" Rosemary shouted, furious. "What are you doing?!"

"Now, Rosemary," Maxi said, standing up completely naked. Her breasts were incredible--gravity-defying, really. "We needed you. We needed you to bring back Mr. Cumming. He has the biggest, most fantastic cock that has ever fucked! We needed you for our pleasure. I know you didn't want to do it, but we had to have an anal virgin--our husbands perform so much better when we are thoroughly aroused!"

"Honey, they swore you wouldn't be hurt, and you haven't been! Not really," Guy chimed in from across the room.

"I'm upset because I want to be a part of it!" Rosemary yelled back. "I need his cock, too!" She stared hungrily at the massive, throbbing member of Mr. Cumming in the center of the room.

"Well, he'll be around all month until we can find another virgin, sweetheart," Laura Lust purred with a smile. "Go ahead--take your clothes off!"

"Hail Rosemary!" Roman called out, lifting a glass as Rosemary shimmied out of her nightgown.

The entire room cheered in unison: "HAIL ROSEMARY! HAIL MR. CUMMING!"