BB-296  'A Wife At Fifteen'
(John Stevens)


FOREWORD 

The United States is remarkably inconsistent in its marriage laws. In some 
states, a girl child can be barely into puberty when the law allows her to 
marry. In others, she must be able to vote before she can make up her own 
mind about marriage. 

The result is confusing and often traumatic. 

Basically, this is a novel about a young girl driven by lust into a marriage 
that should never have taken place. It is a journal of the ill-treatment 
that can legally still happen to a minor in this country-where they are 
considered half-people, given scant protection by the law and few rights to 
defend themselves. 

When Liz married, a condition she caused with her own misguided and 
misinformed confusion of lust with love, her parents told her she no longer 
had a home with them. She was a high school drop-out with a depraved husband 
twice her age and no recourse except to do as he directed. And that 
direction didn't take long to assume a lewd course. 

This is a novel, of course. But the social problem it treats is real and 
deserving of more consideration than it is getting. Perhaps this book will 
help people realize the problem still exists. 

-THE PUBLISHER 


CHAPTER ONE 

Liz Traum was ecstatic. It was the night she had been waiting for. Her 
parents, both very strict, would be away at a wedding and she would be able 
to bring Ed Crisco into the house. 

Liz had just turned fifteen, and she was a very lush fifteen. She had a 
lovely, soft, innocent face framed by jet black hair. Her lips were full and 
looked as if they were pouting all the time. Her slender body had not yet 
filled out to its fullest. Not that she was flat-chested. She had lovely 
tits, a pair of 34-B's, and it wouldn't be long before she would fit into a 
36. Because of her parents she had to keep them carefully harnessed in the 
best thing Maidenform had to offer. Her dresses always came down to 
knee-length, hiding the exquisite molding of her lovely thighs, but not even 
the dresses could hide the shape of her hips or the narrowness of her waist. 

Ed Crisco wasn't some punk kid who went to high school with Liz. He was even 
past college. He owned his own construction company, and he was doing 
exceedingly well. He'd happened to be on a job across the street from the 
high school when Liz took her lunch break. She and a few of her friends had 
gone to watch the house he was putting up. It hadn't taken long for her to 
get in a conversation with Ed, also on his lunch break. 

When he'd asked her for a date she'd turned him down the first time, but he 
had been persistent and she'd finally agreed. She'd allowed him to touch her 
breasts, and once, in the van, she'd even permitted his finger to rub her 
cunt. He had gotten her so aroused she had felt the hot, sticky liquid 
pouring out into her panties. She had insisted Crisco drive her home, and 
her parents, seeing her get out of the man's Dodge van, had asked about the 
man. Sullenly, Liz had admitted she had been dating him. Yes, he was much 
older than she was. He was about thirty-two, but he liked her, and she liked 
him, and she wanted to go on seeing him. 

Her parents became adamant in their refusal to permit her to go dating 
Crisco. She was to tell him when she saw him at school that she couldn't go 
out with him again. 

Liz had told them she would tell him, and the following Monday she did tell 
him, but added a small codicil, namely, that her parents would be out of the 
house in two weeks, on a Saturday night, and wouldn't be back until the wee 
hours of the morning. Even though her parents were forbidding her to go out 
with him again, they'd said nothing about his coming to the house. Was it 
her fault her parents wouldn't be home the night Ed Crisco came by? 

She could feel the stickiness oozing out from between her thighs. God! She 
could hardly wait. She was wearing a pink dress, and her hair was tied back 
with a ribbon, a pink ribbon. 

It was nine o'clock, when the doorbell rang and Ed Crisco appeared. He had 
the usual box of candy. He told her he would have brought flowers, but her 
parents would have noticed them. 

Crisco wasn't a tall man, only about five feet eight, which made him four 
inches taller than Liz. He had medium brown hair, and his face looked like a 
youthful William Conrad, except Ed Crisco had no fat on his body. He was all 
solid muscle. Even his mustache resembled Conrad's. His voice was much 
softer and smoother than that of the well-known actor, and he had a lot more 
hair up front which he formed into a high wave. 

"C'mon in," Liz invited, and when he entered, she shut the door behind him. 

"Hi," he smiled, handing her the candy. "Well, where would y'like to go?" 

"We can't go out," she reminded him. "I promised my parents I wouldn't go 
out with you. So we'll have to stay in, together. Got any ideas?" 

"Lots of 'em," he smiled again. 

"Oh, stop it, Ed. You know I won't let you do that. I mean, I'm too young, 
yet." 

"The heck you are," Crisco whispered, taking her in his arms and kissing 
her. 

Liz felt one thrill chase another through her body as his lips pressed 
themselves to hers and his tongue lightly tickled her. She clutched him 
tightly, glad it was still Indian Summer so she didn't have too hold him 
through an overcoat. 

His arms gripped her tightly, squeezing her body against his as he continued 
kissing her. And then she felt something hard push against her dress. 

"What's that?" she asked, pulling her mouth from his. 

"What's what?" 

"That thing down there you have pressing against me." 

"That's my reaction to kissing you, babe. That's my cock getting hard." 

Liz blushed. She wasn't used to hearing such language. 

"Please, Ed. You shouldn't speak that way in front of me." 

"Hey, honey, let's cut this silly crap. You're a big girl now. You're big 
enough for me to love. Yes, that's right. I love you. I wouldn't be here, 
otherwise. And if you're big enough for me to love, you're big enough to 
hear all the naughty words." 

He walked into the living room with her and together they sat on the sofa. 
It was a wide, deep, plump sofa, a nice wine color, matching the carpeting 
and the rest of the furniture. 

"I'm just not used to being with a man as mature as you," she told him. 

"Well, it's about time you got used to it. You aren't some silly little kid. 
Sure, you still go to high school. Big deal. Your body's all grown up, and I 
figure your mind is right there, too. If it weren't I wouldn't have been 
interested in you in the first place." 

His lips covered hers in another earthshaking kiss while his hands rubbed 
her breasts through the cloth of the dress. 

"Don't," she pleaded, pulling her mouth from his. "It isn't right." 

"Who says?" he asked, continuing to rub her tits. "It's the Tightest thing 
ever, honey. You go for me, and I go for you. It's time we stopped acting 
like we were living in 1940." 

Liz felt all kinds of wild thrills shooting through her body as his palms 
rubbed her nipples, making them swell. 

"Please," she whimpered, weakly. "Please... " 

A raging fire began roaring through her inner body, and then his lips were 
on hers, kissing her again, and from her response, Ed Crisco knew he was 
there. As she responded he felt himself soaring higher than Everest. The 
girl was a living volcano, and his kisses had set her to smoldering. Liz 
couldn't understand it, but she knew she was responding to him, feeling like 
a Yellowstone geyser suddenly erupting madly with sensation. She kissed 
back, pressing her mouth hard against his, letting him know he'd awakened a 
lioness and not a pussycat. 

Her tongue was dueling sword, fencing with his as their mouths opened. She 
was a naturally gifted fencer dueling with a master blade. Her tongue 
stabbed into his mouth over and over, only to be expertly met by his own 
masterful tongue. 

Liz dug her nails into Crisco's neck as his arms continued holding her 
tight. Together they fought a raging battle, each pressing against the 
other, neither ready to yield. She understood she was his to do with as he 
pleased. He had broken through the dike of her resistance and gallons of 
sensation, like an overpowering tidal wave, came rushing through. And then 
her entire body was inundated with desire for this man. Like a harpy she 
kissed his mouth and bit his tongue, going wilder with every passing second. 

"Oh Ed," she cried when their mouths separated. "What have you done to me?" 

He reached behind her and before she realized it he had unzipped her dress. 
Before she could object, he had the upper half of the dress off and down 
around her waist as his fingers unsnapped the hooks holding her bra. And 
then, with masterful ease, he tugged the bra off, revealing the dual spheres 
of her lovely, budding tits, two orbs of luscious arousal. They were still 
growing, but even so were nice and large, standing up, their hard little 
pink nipples actually pointing slightly up. The large, pink aureole 
surrounding each nipple, made it appear as if her breasts were blushing from 
embarrassment. 

"You have beautiful breasts," Crisco told her. "My God! You really are a 
stunning beauty. You're a princess." 

As if bowing to her beauty, Ed Crisco's head went down. His lips opened wide 
and he paid fealty to each nipple in turn, kissing it and letting his tongue 
run lightly over it. He pressed each one between his lips, carefully sucking 
it, making it swell and enlarge even more. Then he took his mouth from her 
luscious, fruit-like boobs, grabbed her bare shoulders, and held her at 
arm's length. 

His eyes wandered all over her fragile young body, taking it in, drinking it 
down like some superb claret. Liz, instantly aware he was ogling her, shut 
her eyes as her face reddened. 

"Don't do that," she pleaded. 

"I can't help it," he replied. "You're so goddamned beautiful I have to look 
at you. I have to look at all of you." 

Before Liz could object, Ed Crisco's hands seemed to be everywhere at once, 
removing her dress, pulling off her shoes and pantyhose, removing her 
panties, and even teasing the ebony bush at the center. She lay there like a 
frightened child, not knowing what would happen next. When she finally did 
open her eyes she first realized she was totally nude, seeing her body in 
the wall mirror across the room. 

She heard rustling, looked up, and saw him standing next to her supine form, 
undoing his belt. 

"What are you doing?" she asked. 

"I'm getting undressed," he replied. 

"But why?" she asked, horrified. 

"That's kind of a silly question under the circumstances. I'm gonna fuck 
you, honey." 

"Ed, no!" 

"Ed, yes, and Liz, yes. You're not some snotnosed little brat who needs 
others to tell her what to do, Liz. I wanna fuck you, but only if you agree. 
And I'll tell you right now, all y' have to do is tell me to leave, and I'll 
go. But I'll never see you again." 

"Oh God! Ed, why are you doing this to me?" 

"'Cause I'm hot for you, honey, and you're hot for me. And that's the best 
reasons in the world for anyone to fuck." 

"But I don't have any kind of protection. I don't want to risk becoming 
pregnant." 

"I'm a rich guy, Liz. You get a swollen belly from me, and I'll swear I'll 
marry you and take care of you. Until then, let's stop worrying about 
nonsense and get down to doing it." 

She felt him stretch out beside her on the broad sofa, his mouth kissing 
hers, then kissing along her throat, and then her nape. She let him flip her 
over on her stomach as he continued kissing the back of her neck. 

Liz felt wild thrills trickle down her back, making her shudder with 
delight. His tongue seemed stuck to her skin as the tip slid down her spine. 

His palms, which had been holding her ribcage, now slowly massaged their way 
to her narrow waist. She responded to the pressure from each palm, writhing 
and gasping with delightful feelings she'd never known before. Inside, she 
felt excruciating heat as his mouth worked its way down to the hillocks of 
her rounded ass. When he would have literally parted her asscheeks, Liz 
tightened her body, stifling a small scream by cramming a throw-pillow into 
her mouth. 

"Hey, you just relax that luscious ass of yours," Crisco told her. "Don't 
tighten up. I wanna kiss all of you, baby." 

Little by little she relaxed, and then his tongue began eeling its way 
between her loosening globes, tasting the sweet flavor of her lavender soap. 
Liz, unable to maintain full control of herself, began bouncing on the sofa, 
almost slamming her buttocks into his face. 

And Crisco turned her over on her back as he kissed his way up her abdomen. 
Her head rested on the arm of the sofa, and when she turned a little to the 
right, she could see everything in the wall mirrors. Her lush, naked body 
was stretched out on the couch looking back at her. Directly above her flat 
belly was the face of this adult male who claimed he loved her, and whom she 
realized she must love in order to do this with him. He was kissing her 
belly, preparing to take her virginity, blistering one excruciating thrill 
after another through her young frame. 

She stared at the reflection, fascinated as Crisco let his lips kiss the 
dimple of her belly button, then slowly move to the crease joining her 
rounded thigh to her torso. One of his hands moved easily under her ass, 
rubbing her cheeks while his tongue lightly licked away at the crease. 

Because of the way the sofa was angled, she could see his head in the 
mirror, and when it stopped moving, she raised her own head to look at his 
face. There was a look of wonderment in his eyes as he stared at the center 
of her love nest. He was stunned by how full and rounded her thighs were, 
and amazed at the full pouch of her pussylips. 

Her swollen outer lips seemed to draw him as a flame attracted a moth. He 
moved forward a little at a time, as if he had no control over himself and 
was being drawn toward her magnetic pussy. His lips turned from one side to 
the other, burning hot kisses on each thigh. 

Liz, still hypnotized by their joint reflections, suddenly understood what 
he was about to do, and couldn't believe it. No one ever kissed a woman 
there with his mouth. Was he crazy? But even as she thought it, his mouth 
was moving closer to her slithery crack, and she could feel the burning 
tickle of his panting breath as it fluttered against her sopping cunt. 

Almost totally mesmerized, she lay there, gazing as he suddenly pulled his 
head back and brought a hand forward between the solid pillars of her 
alabaster thighs. She actually started, shocked when she felt his fingers 
lightly brush her soft outer labia. 

Slowly but certainly they moved forward, parting the tender coral labia, 
causing the contrasting white flesh to seem drained of color. And then an 
exploratory finger slid into her resisting pussy, testing it. As 
well-greased as her tunnel was, it was tight from never having been used, 
and he had to go slowly for fear of causing pain. He withdrew the finger and 
pressed it lengthwise against her fluttering entrance, rubbing it up and 
down, making her wetter. In the meanwhile she could feel another finger 
seeking and finding her little button-like clit at the top of her split. 

Liz knew all about her clitoris. She was a well-informed girl, getting 
straight A's in Hygiene and Biology. Her parents, being teachers, wouldn't 
have tolerated anything less than an A in any subject. Her pussy became more 
and more juicy as she began wriggling and panting. 

She watched as her blood-swollen clit began to grow. It was very tiny, but 
she had excellent vision, and even at that distance she could see the 
split-pea-like bubble swell to even greater size as it extended less than an 
eight of an inch away from her sopping twat. 

And then his hands pulled away from her titillated cunt, and Liz suddenly 
realized she had lost a feeling of well-being. Crisco was right. It felt 
good. It felt wonderful, in fact. Why had he stopped? She wanted him to 
finger her some more. 

Before she could understand what was happening, his head had launched itself 
forward, and suddenly she felt another unparalleled sensation as his 
electric tongue seemed to shock her sensitized cunt, lapping away gently at 
her vaginal opening. It moved around to the right one, making her squeal 
with chilled wonder as he deftly licked away. His tongue was actually 
circling her outer lips, drinking in the heady waters of her pussy. And then 
the tongue was moving in, caressing the inner labia, causing her to spill 
out even more pussy water. He licked up and down, and little be little the 
resisting walls of her tight vagina began fluttering open, yielding to the 
soft, gentle, tender pressure of his lapping tongue. 

There was no way for Liz to put into words what she felt. She was entering a 
sexual paradise utterly new to her, wallowing in the icy sensation, enjoying 
the "feeling" only a little bit more than the "watching" as her eyes 
remained glued to the mirror. She realized her cunt wasn't the only thing 
wet. She was almost ready to drool saliva. She swallowed just an instant 
before his tongue managed to insert itself as far up into her fiery center 
as it could go, and then Liz found herself unable to view anything else as 
her thighs clamped themselves solidly around his curly head. 

She felt his full tongue running into the weeping depths of her flaming 
pussy. She thrilled as it moved around and around, licking up, down, and the 
sides, before retreating completely out and pressing itself hotly against 
the bead of her rigid clit. His lips around her extended clitoris made her 
wild as she began bucking and churning. He seemed to be matching her 
movements with his tongue, letting it swish across her nubbin, causing it to 
grow even more. 

If Liz had been secreting lubricant before, it was nothing compared to the 
way she was spurting the colorless ointment now. It began blasting from her 
hot, inflamed cunnus in one, long, river-like flood, and she went completely 
out of her senses as she experienced the sensation of his lapping tongue 
licking out everything there was inside her blazing hole. Her loins tightly 
clutched his face in a solid grip of crushing, unbending iron, forcing his 
tongue to move even faster, knifing in and out and pulling out the heavy, 
aromatic flow from within. 

These were feelings Liz had never imagined could exist. She was totally 
beyond sanity for the moment, churning and spiralling madly against the 
sofa, squeezing his face tightly between her solid, oily thighs. Her 
buttocks were two halves of a large rubber ball, continually rebounding from 
the sofa as his deep tongue continued probing, hungrily eating her burning, 
dripping box. 

His two hands had pushed themselves between her ass and the sofa, and his 
fingers were now tightly gripping her gluteal cheeks, kneading them, holding 
them firmly in place as his tongue continued its wild lapping of her flaming 
quim. 

Once again her body trembled with unexpected feeling as she felt one of his 
forefingers press against the crosshairs of her asshole. She tried to 
wriggle away, but he had too tight a grip on her, and try though she might, 
squeezing her buttocks together as tightly as she could to keep him out, his 
probing finger managed to bypass the resistance of her sphincter and slide 
slowly, very slowly, in. Once the finger had gained entrance to her rectum, 
it moved around, making her shudder even more delightfully. 

To Liz it was unbelievable how delightful a sensation could actually be 
coming from her ass. She'd had no idea it could be so wonderful. 

Meanwhile, Crisco's maddening tongue worming in and out of her seething 
pussy, added to the finger reaming her anus, jetted her to new, unknown 
summits of wondrous feeling. She felt as if she were being swallowed alive 
in a quicksand bog. 

Liz suddenly felt the strangest, most maddening, most unbelievable thrill 
course through her entire body as her first critical climax suddenly came 
roaring over her, whirling about and through her like some unseen, insane 
tornado, suddenly sweeping her up to face a wild paroxysm of enchanting 
completion. It burst through her into every sensory neuron; a kiloton of 
overpowering sensation, unendingly running through her entire system. 

She shook and shivered, slamming against the back of the sofa as her rubbery 
buttocks caromed high off the cushions, her closed loins yanking the head of 
Ed Crisco along. In the throes of blistering convulsions, her body bounced 
up again and again, only to hit the sofa repeatedly. Her limbs were like the 
jaws of a shark, unrelenting in the way they held the reason for her 
exploding wonderment. She squeezed them ever tighter against his head, 
gasping and panting until the storm within slowly began to pass. 

Little by little her mind returned to reality. No wonder men and women were 
so loose with their morals. How could they not help it. A taste of sex was 
like the taste of meat to a tiger. Could a tiger be expected to go back to 
cereal after eating meat? Could any human being be expected to do without an 
orgasm after having experienced one? 

Her thighs opened and released Ed Crisco. His face was mottled and bright 
red, but he was smiling, knowing he had won. In just a few more seconds his 
rampant cock would be buried all the way into the sweet, delicious pussy 
he'd just drained of its oils. 

And Liz knew it, too. 

"Did you really like doing that?" Liz asked, her youthful body trembling. 

"Loved it," he replied, smacking his lips, letting his eyes wander up and 
down her teenage body. 

"I didn't think men did things like that to women. 

"You got a lot to learn, Liz-honey. Men not only do that to women, but women 
usually reply in kind with men." 

"What are you talking about?" she asked, timidly afraid. Her youth, her 
naivete, and her innocence made his lust for her greater than ever. 

"I'm talking about cocksucking," he explained. 'There's gonna come a time 
when you're gonna take my cock in your mouth and suck on it like a piece of 
candy until you get all the juice out." 

"That's disgusting," she replied, shaking. "I'd never do a thing like that." 

"Calm down, calm down," he whispered, soothingly, running his palm up and 
down her shoulder. "Much as I'd like to try it, we can't do everything in 
one night. I mean, tonight we turn you from a little girl into a woman. 

"Will it hurt?" she asked. 

"Maybe a little sting at first," he answered, "but after that it's pure 
bliss all the way." 

"Okay," she nodded, taking a deep breath and letting it out. "Go ahead." 

"We'll do it together, Liz-honey. It's more fun when we work on something 
together. You'll see." 

She lay back on the couch remembering the pleasure his tongue had given her. 
He was telling her his cock... yes... she would call it a cock if he so 
wished... would give her as much bliss as, it not more than, his tongue. 

His short, solid body loomed over hers as he took one hot, quivering hand 
and guided it to his rampant prong. Liz could feel the hot length of it 
along her thigh and was surprised at the heat emanating from it. 

"You touch it before I put it in," Crisco told her. 

Looking into his eyes, still afraid to stare at his member, she reached down 
and felt the burning staff with her fingertips. Her hand jumped for a 
moment, then she slowly brought it back. Her fingers gently curved around 
the tense staff, and they squeezed tentatively, feeling the shaking phallic 
wand almost pull out of her hand it twitched so strongly. There was a power 
in that cock, and not familiar with it, Liz was afraid of it. 

"It feels so... strange," she whispered. 

"Just ease it into you, Liz-honey," he whispered, throatily. 

Taking a deep breath, Liz forced her thighs all the wider as he came closer, 
then jammed the fleshstick into her with violent force, shoving the thick, 
weighty log through the mini-like fur of her pelvic forest. The labia of her 
wet pussy seemed to open for just a second to surround the helmet-like head 
of his seething prick, closing tightly around its dome as if trying to suck 
it in deeper. The vaginal interior, narrow and untrammeled, now felt its 
walls being parted, making a path for the gigantic juggernaut as it tunneled 
forward into the never-before-touched core of Liz's gripping cunt. The 
mighty phallus continued sliding in until it was suddenly stopped by what 
felt like an impenetrable barrier of what-should-have-been-elastic cherry. 
The knob of his swollen prick could feel the solid, unyielding wall and he 
knew this was going to be no easy hymen to sunder. 

"Liz," he whispered, feeling the tight, warm, liquid clutching of the 
forward part of her cunt around the first three inches of his massive meat, 
"you have to help. Each time I shove forward, raise your hips and counter, 
and we'll have that thing busted in no time. And remember, the faster we 
break it, the less pain there is. So here we go." 

Letting the spongy glans sense the wall of hymen one more time, he slowly 
withdrew, cocked his hips, then chugged the battering ram forward for the 
first attack against the solid piece of tissue. Liz yelped, startled with 
unexpected pain as the tough wall of her maidenhead refused to yield. 

Once more he drew back, then slammed forward, only to bounce off the cherry 
again... and again... and again. 

"EDDIE!" she screamed, tormented anguish flooding into her sore cunt as she 
felt the white-hot agony slice through her. 

Her cock was like some kind of irresistible force continually slamming into 
her so-called immovable object, applying constant powering and unrelenting 
pressure against what should have been a fragile piece of tissue. But the 
hymen remained adamant in its resistance, and the sheer torture prevented 
her from responding to his thrusts by launching her own loins up against 
his-thereby eventually bringing about the downfall of the cause of her pain. 
Her entire body was covered with a sheet of heavy perspiration and her 
breathing was ragged as she gasped and wept. 

Crisco concentrated strongly on what he was doing, ignoring her pleas and 
cries, slamming the solid spear of his seething prick into her again and 
again, attempting more depth, beating over and over against the membranous 
barrier as his heavy scrotum launched itself against her perineum like the 
weight of a wrecking crane. 

Through the pain, Liz suddenly felt his pistoning prick suddenly push its 
way in the littlest bit deeper. Her hymen was beginning to stretch. Thank 
God! 

He slammed in again and it stretched a bit more, but with the stretching, 
renewed pain shuddered through her teenaged body. It was long beyond 
tolerance and she didn't know why she wasn't able to faint. The pain was 
agony beyond belief, slicing through her womb up into her belly. Still the 
continued powering of his monstrous cock into her tight, girlish pussy 
continued in an uncontrolled attack. 

"Fuck back," he kept whispering. "Use those hips, raise your ass. The faster 
you do it, the sooner this'll be over and the good feeling'll start. 

She had to do it. She had to do it or die right there on the living room 
sofa. In the mirror she could see the tensing of his buttocks as the 
asscrack became an almost invisible line, completely hiding his wrinkled 
asshole as he prepared to once again slam into her. She could see her own 
parted thighs with part of his driving tool withdrawn, ready to attack once 
more. The sight of it aroused her, and through the sheer agony and pain she 
suddenly felt the urge to have that enormous piece of hard sausage reamed 
all the way into her. She noted he was pushing forward again, and this time 
tightened her own thigh muscles, raising her body to meet his. Her cherry 
stretched even more, this time to its limit as his white-hot spear lanced 
more deeply into her, weakening the wall of tissue keeping them from their 
enjoyment. Now they worked in tandem, jointly laboring to rend the resisting 
door of her maidenhood. 

He hauled his ass so far back, only his solid glans was in her tortured 
tunnel, and then he powered forward with the speed of lightning and 
continuance of a locomotive. His solid turret of cock sliced cleanly through 
her membrane, tearing it to countless fleshy shreds. 

"Yaaaagggghhhh!" she bellowed, her voice suddenly changing from helpless 
little girl to agonized woman, as her face blanched, and pain etched itself 
into her youthful features, for an instant, and only for an instant, making 
her appear aged. Hot tears fell from both eyes in flood as if in sorrow at 
the loss of her virginity. 

The mighty thundering cylinder of cock roared into the vast emptiness of her 
virginal cunt like a stiff, burning poker, wedging the interior of her 
unused cunt wide apart, ramming farther and farther until total penetration 
had been achieved. Liz felt as if a 747 had rocketed through the cloudy 
center of her being, and would continue shooting through her until it came 
out through her throat. 

With the solid mass of gristle plugging it so thoroughly, the walls of her 
steaming pussy had no choice but to expand even more, making more space for 
the rigid muscle which had so thoroughly impaled her. Instinctively she 
tightened her pussy muscles, applying a crushing grip on his masculine 
poker, overwhelming and squashing it in the flaming depths of her knotted 
center, determined to wreak revenge on it for the pain, humiliation, and 
suffering it had caused her. Her ass bounced wildly back against the sofa 
cushions as though letting him know her roiling center was in turmoil to 
destroy his siege engine. 

Their torsos slammed and shocked into one another, stomach smacking against 
perspiration-covered tummy, crushing against one another with the fierceness 
of wild, fucking rabbits. The pressure between their bellies would have 
equalled anything generated by a drill press. 

Liz found the pain slowly beginning to fade. A delightful feeling was 
invading her body as his driving cock was soaked in the thick slipperiness 
of their joint lascivity, combined with the few drops of blood released by 
her shredded hymen. Liz could feel more and more pleasure flooding through 
her body as the pain almost completely disappeared. What little there was 
left seemed to enhance the pleasure sensations even more. Her arms held him 
tightly, her palms pressed against his shoulder-blades as their mouths 
clashed together like symbolic cymbals. 

"Oh yesssss," she hissed, her mouth still pressed to his. "Fuck me good, Ed. 
Keep on fucking. Oooohh, it feels so wonderfulllll. Uhhhh... yes... yes... 
fuck... fuck... fffffffuuuuuuccck meeeeeeeee... " 

And then her orgasm hit her, a second culmination, but this one, as if to 
make up for the pain she'd felt, was twice as intense as the first one she'd 
had, and she screamed a "WOWWWVWV!" as she came, thrilling to the way he fed 
every last fraction of cock into her. The rubbery point of his piercing 
prick rubbed the very neck of her womb, triggering some unknown source of 
additional pleasure within her, reaching farther and deeper, creating 
greater thrills than she'd believed possible. 

"Urrrggghh... hunnnh... " he grunted, slamming his thighs hard against her, 
his pelvis grinding against hers as flesh kissed flesh. 

"Ooooooooh!" Liz cried out, feeling the final, ultimate glory of sensational 
excitement tremble through her. 

Her cunt slammed itself hard against his tight balls, responding in multiple 
waves of climactic thrills as pleasure trembled through her body with 
overpowering totality. She felt every part of her inner being swept up in 
the beat of the mad, insane fuck. 

She felt Crisco's heavy prick suddenly enlarge to even greater thickness 
before it actually sprayed a geyser of burning and splashing sperm, 
enthralling her with its liquid squishiness. Even with his solid hose buried 
all the way inside her, Liz could smell the animal-arousal odor of the spunk 
shooting into her and clutched Crisco all the more tightly to her, kissing 
his face, biting his lips, sucking his tongue as the burning white fluid 
continued pulsing into her, making her writhe all the more sensuously in a 
thrill that seemed never-ending. 

"Yes, Ed," she finally whispered, holding him all the more closely to her. 
"Oh, yes, it's so-o-o-o wonderful." 

And then he collapsed, spreading his form on hers. It was the best thing to 
ever happen lo her. She was glad he had acceded to his desires. Nothing 
would ever feel as good, again. And she fell asleep. 

CHAPTER TWO 

"Elizabeth!" 

Her name came to her as if out of a fog. It was being screeched out and 
roared out at the same time. Little by little she rose out of the funk into 
which she had fallen. 

Ed Crisco's naked body was still on top of hers. He was only first 
awakening, himself. 

"Huh?" he asked. "Whazzamatter?" 

"My God!" another voice, high-pitched, screeched. "Frank, look at her." 

"Elizabeth, how could you?" 

Suddenly Liz realized she was hearing the voices of her mother and father. 

Oh my God! she thought. Oh, my God! 

To be caught naked like this, in front of her parents. She felt ashamed. Her 
entire body reddened. 

"You," her father yelled at Ed Crisco, who immediately uncunted. 

Liz couldn't help noticing how shrunken and wormy his once-majestic cock now 
looked. If the situation weren't so serious, she would have actually 
laughed. 

"How dare you come into my house and rape my daughter like this," her father 
was yelling at Crisco. "I'll have you thrown in prison for the rest of your 
life." 

"Father, no!" Liz yelled. "Please father, don't. I love him." 

Crisco, whose head was still dizzy, was hurrying into his clothes, not 
knowing what to do at that point. To let her parents know he had fucked 
their daughter and so no longer cared about her would be tantamount to 
prison for the next ten years. He didn't dare admit it. To claim he loved 
and wanted to marry her would be almost as bad. Hell! he'd be stuck with 
this teenage quiff for the rest of his life. She wasn't a bad looker, but 
still, marriage. Shit! He wasn't ready for that. On the other hand he was 
even less ready to go to prison. 

"Elizabeth," her mother was weeping. "How could you?" 

Liz looked past her mother at the living room clock and saw it was past two 
in the morning. She and Ed Crisco had really slept after that wonderful 
fucking. She was madly in love with him. She had to protect him at all 
costs. 

"I want to marry Ed, mother," Liz said. "We're sort of engaged." 

"I'll say you're engaged," her father roared. "You were engaged in sexual 
intercourse. That was where the engagement began and ended." 

"Father," Liz protested. "Ed and I are mad about each other. Isn't that 
right, Ed?" 

"Uh, yeah, sure, right," Crisco nodded, realizing it was his only out. Well, 
what the hell! She was young, beautiful, and he could always mold her to his 
way of total fucking. Besides, she'd still be young when he started getting 
old. Marriage to her had certain advantages. 

The disadvantages soon became equally apparent. Her parents finally gave 
their consent, and even before the ceremony took place Crisco found Liz was 
trying to act the part of the stronger partner. He didn't dare go near her 
physically again until after they were married, and there was always one 
parent or another around when he was with her, helping her shop for her 
trousseau. She began showing him off to her stupid young friends, attempting 
to boss him around in front of them, playing the spoiled brat. Shit! He 
needed that like a hole in the head. But he'd given his word and he couldn't 
back out now, not unless he , wanted to spend a decade in prison. Neither 
could he run away from it all. His construction company was located right 
here, in the small village. All his money was in the company. That was 
something else he would have to rectify in the future. It was time to start 
saving up, putting aside large amounts of unreported cash, or better yet, 
bearer bonds. They were as good as cash, but most people didn't realize 
that. Most robbers didn't want to bother with anything other than cash or 
jewelry, so bearer bonds would be the best idea. 

In the meantime, although Liz was having a ball preparing for her oncoming 
wedding, she realized something: she was getting hot and bothered and all 
worked up. She was in dire need of some kind of sexual relief and with her 
parents hanging around her all the time it was impossible. 

The days passed with maddening slowness, and the nights were even slower. 
Her period came, letting her know she wasn't pregnant, and then it went. 

Finally the wedding day arrived. The guest list was small, and it was 
decided she would have a civil ceremony rather than a religious one. 

And before she realized it, Liz Traum was Liz Crisco. There was a brief 
party, then everyone went their separate ways, with Ed Crisco taking Liz to 
his small house, nearby. 

"What kind of a dump is this?" Liz asked, as he carried her across the 
threshold and she saw a house in total disarray. 

"This is home," he snapped, dropping her on a seedy-looking sofa. "And now 
that you're here, I expect you to make it look livable." 

"Now?" she asked, astonished. 

"Tomorrow'll be soon enough," he agreed, walking back, into the bedroom. 

Liz, her bridal train dragging on the floor, followed. The sight of the 
bedroom was even worse than the living room. The mahogany furniture was all 
broken down. The huge double bed was canted to one side, the mattress half 
off the box spring. The sheet covering the mattress was stained and nearly 
black with dried perspiration. 

"We can't sleep on that," she almost sobbed. "Clean sheets are in the lined 
closet," he told her, pointing to a hall closet. 

"I thought we would go off on a honeymoon." 

"Can't afford the time. I have a business to run. Maybe in a year or two." 

"We certainly could have spent this one night at a hotel." 

"Why? It's a waste of money. I mean, this is a perfectly good house. Once 
you get it cleaned up you'll learn to love it." 

Liz felt depressed. Here it was, her bridal night, and while still in her 
bridal gown she was changing bedsheets. It was humiliating. Perhaps her 
mother had been right. Perhaps she was too young for a married life. Not 
that it mattered anymore. Before he'd left the bridal party, her father had 
warned her not to come running home to mama or papa if she wasn't happy. She 
had made her bed, now she would have to lie in it. She hurriedly changed the 
sheets, then went into the small bathroom where she undressed and quickly 
showered. Luckily she found one dry, fairly clean towel and was able to dry 
herself off. 

All the while she dreamed of feeling her husband's cock filling the aching 
void between her thighs. Oh God! How she so desperately needed it. Ever 
since that night he'd broken her cherry, a little more than a month earlier, 
she had been dreaming of nothing except the feel of his weighty prick 
slamming into her again. 

"Shower's empty," she sang, coming out of the bathroom in a white, 
diaphanous nightgown. 

"So what?" Crisco asked. 

"Well I figured you might want to take another shower." 

"Another shower? What the hell are you talking about. This isn't Saturday 
night. I took my shower yesterday, Saturday, and I'll take another shower 
next Saturday. I don't get that dirty between showers, even when I'm workin' 
all day. And hell, I haven't done any work since Saturday afternoon, just 
before I took my shower. So stop worrying." 

"Ed, darling, now that we're married don't you think we should try our best 
to please each other?" 

"Sure, Liz-honey. You start pleasing me, and then I'll begin pleasing you. 
For starters, what say we pick up where we left off when your parents 
interrupted us." 

"Oooooh, that'd be wonderful," she squealed, hopping into the bed. "Come and 
lick my pussy again." 

"I already did that the last time. When I said we pick up from where we left 
off, I mean we continue on, not repeating what we've already done. It's time 
for newer, more pleasant variations." 

'like what?" 

"Remember you asked me if I liked licking your little twat?" 

"Uh huh." 

"Remember," he continued, now undressing himself, throwing his clothes on a 
broken-down stool off to the side, "I told you I loved lapping your muff." 

"Yes." 

"And I also told you women retaliated by sucking men's cocks." 

"Uhh. I'll say now what I said then. That's disgusting." 

"Not really, Liz-honey. Women learn to love cocksucking as much as men enjoy 
cuntlapping. And it's time for your first lesson." 

"Ed, now," she whimpered, staring at the heavy, lengthy pole between his 
thighs. 

She could see the light brown hair covering his pelvis, and she shuddered at 
the way his cock was extending itself toward her, hardening as if beckoning 
to her to come and suck it. In the yellow light of the room's lone ceiling 
bulb, she could see the whiteness of the shank interwound with countless 
blue, bumpy-looking veins. And his large, red glans was breathing all by 
itself, swelling and receding. Even as she stared at it she felt greater 
lust building inside her. 

"This is your lord and master," Crisco told her, surrounding her hips with 
his loins, pressing his leaking cock into her hairy pubis, making her think 
he might not be about to carry out his awful threat after all. 

He ran his weighty dong back and forth against her pubes, letting the oil 
from it fall into her jungle of short, dark curls, lancing wild, burning 
feelings of delicious torment through her. The flaming hardness of it 
pressing into her pelvis made Liz groan. She wanted it buried in her 
steaming cunt more than ever. 

Please, she thought silently. Please Ed, fuck me, fuck me. I'm your wife. 
Now you can fuck me all you want. You wanted me before. You must still want 
me now. Oh please Ed, fuck me. 

The weighty dong slapped against her body as he slowly began crawling 
higher, letting its leaking knob press into her flat belly and smear its 
seeping liquid across her flesh. His spearing cock seemed aimed straight up 
the middle of her torso. With his knees pressing into the bed on both sides 
of her torso, she felt the flaming prick rub between her budding tits. 

"Maybe I should make you squeeze those round boobs together while I rub my 
prick between them and eventually shoot a load into your face," he taunted. 

The enlarged, slimy cock was nestled in the valley between her round tits, 
and Ed stared at her face, trying to see what kind of reaction he was 
awakening in her. All she could see was anxiety. 

Liz wasn't positive he still wanted her to suck his meat, and she was hoping 
he'd do something else. The feel of his weighty phallus resting between her 
perfectly-shaped knobs was fantastically arousing. He rolled the staff from 
one side to the other, letting it press against each nipple in turn. The 
nutlike points of her breasts swelled and hardened even more, enlarging into 
flaming points. The feel of his cock made her lick her lips nervously, and 
she felt an even more delicious shudder trip through her when she sensed his 
testicles lying against the undercurves of her breasts. The short, curly 
hair on his pelvis and balls seemed like steel wool against her tender 
flesh, scratching her all the more as he let his meat roll and slide from 
one tit to the other. 

"You really like it, don't you, Liz?" he smirked. "Good. It'll make what you 
have to do that much easier. I can already smell the anxiety flooding from 
your sweet little pussy." 

He began sliding up even more, pushing his solid shaft through the vale of 
her breasts until its rubbery point was pressing against her chin, bouncing 
off her lower jaw and chin while his balls rubbed the area above her tits, 
and her nipples scraped the flatness of his hairy buttocks. 

"Come on, Liz," he urged, "open those soft lips and welcome my cock. You 
know you have a secret urge to suck it." 

Liz's eyes were wide open with fright. Her lips were clamped tightly shut. 
He couldn't mean it. He just couldn't mean it. How could he think she would 
consider putting that thing in her mouth? 

Leaning forward, his weight on the palms of his hands, Ed slid the littlest 
bit forward, holding his waggling prick directly over his young bride's 
clamped lips. Liz could feel it bumping against her mouth, feeling the 
seminal lubricant smear itself on her lips. 

"Open wide, Liz-honey," he insisted. "Believe me, once you try it, you'll 
love it. I've been right about everything so far. You didn't want to fuck 
until I insisted, and now you have a cunt hotter than a metal-melting blast 
furnace. So just open that sweet, tight little mouth of yours and take my 
cock inside, because if you don't, I'm going to have to force it in, and 
then instead of letting me suck you off, I'll fuck your mouth, and you won't 
like it." 

Liz's nostrils flared at the heavy scent coming from Crisco's crotch. Part 
of the odor was from his being in heat. She knew he was in heat, all right. 
The rest of the odor came from being confined in sweaty underpants. Damn 
him! If he'd only washed it, first. She went out of her way to keep her body 
clean for him. He could at least do as much for her. 

"Open that fucking mouth, Liz," he snapped, becoming impatient. 

Liz shook her head from side to side, doing her best to focus her eyes on 
his firm body above her rather than on the bouncing cock he was trying to 
force down her throat. But his thick cock kept moving back and forth, 
continually remaining in her line of sight. She could feel his scrotum 
bouncing against her throat and chin, now, and though she wouldn't admit it 
to herself, the strong scent was getting her hotter. Still her mouth 
remained tightly closed. There were some things she just wouldn't do, and 
now that he'd married her he might as well find it out. 

"But Ed Crisco was not in the mood to learn. He was going to teach. With a 
nasty smile on his leering face, he continued rubbing his heavy cock against 
her lips, directly beneath her nose. Damn him! She was getting dizzy. She 
had to breathe. 

She tried turning her head to the side, but Crisco put a palm against her 
forehead, preventing her from turning, pinching her nostrils with his 
fingers as he purposely smeared his seeping penis across the lips and 
nostrils. 

"Suck it!" he snapped. 

She wanted to shake her head negatively, but his hand held her head steady. 
Instead she made a throaty sound behind her closed lips. 

What kind of a man had she married. Liz thought he would be kind, gentle and 
loving as he'd been that first time. Instead he had turned into an 
unspeakable ogre, attempting to force her to do horrible, unspeakable 
things. She was only fifteen years old, and she had suddenly saddled herself 
with a vicious, overpowering bully with which she would have to spend the 
rest of her life. 

Her brain was getting foggy. She needed air. He wouldn't let her breathe 
through her nose. She had no choice. She had to open her mouth to breathe. 
She tried letting the air slip in between her closed lips, but all she could 
smell and taste was the heavy, sweaty odor of his crotch. 

He was still smearing her lips with his cock juices, and it was beginning to 
get to her. In spite of not wanting to suck his monstrous pole, she found 
herself drooling at the prospect. The odors emanating from his groin were 
not disgusting, but arousing. Her pussy was beginning to palpitate and she 
could feel herself creaming madly. 

"Come on, Liz-honey," he was all but screaming, his voice sounding more 
venomous than ever. "You know damn well you want to suck this dong of mine. 
So just open your bitchy little mouth and let me slide it right in." 

"No," she responded, her teeth still clenched. "Ed, don't do this terrible 
thing. Don't... Ed... " and suddenly felt the drubbing point pressed between 
her tender lips, rubbing against her teeth. But that was as far as his 
spongy cock tip got, its dripping liquid covering her teeth. 

"Open the fucking mouth, Liz," he snapped, ramming against the barrier of 
her teeth. "Try it just once. I promise, you'll love it as much as I enjoyed 
eating out that delicious cunt of yours. Come on, Liz-honey." 

"Never!" she wailed, foolishly opening her mouth. 

Now she could taste his cock, with its gamy flavor. Her tongue snapped out 
without her being able to control it and ran across the smooth, rubbery, 
onion-shaped top. The heavy flavor made her drool even more, and suddenly 
the sizzling between her thighs was a full-fledged inferno. He released her 
nose, letting her smell more of his maleness, and her lips and tongue 
surrounded the head of his cock, instantly noting the difference in texture 
from the other parts of the body. She could feel the vellicating of the 
heavy prick point, as though it had a separate existence all its own. 

It was crazy, it was maddening, yet she suddenly realized she had to know 
what it was like to have more of the hard length in her mouth. Without 
realizing it, she parted her teeth wider, letting her tongue provide the 
sliding board for his cock as it rode effortlessly right to the back of her 
mouth, its thick head pressing into the soft palate in back. 

"Thatta girl," Crisco whispered, and balanced himself on his knees so he 
could pound his seething member in and out of her mouth as she foamed his 
heavy glans with saliva, letting her tongue thrill to the wonder of the 
sleek solidity of the underside of his aching cock. The different feel and 
thrilling taste sent wild sensations of delight charging through her. A 
wild, uncontrollable primitiveness surged through her. 

"Eat it, baby," Crisco sang, happily jazzing his joystick in and out of her 
mouth with rapid strokes. "Eat the whole goddamn thing." 

And she ate it. Her mouth was filled to overflowing with cock, and in spite 
of her tremendous arousal she almost choked at one point when he tried 
stuffing more of it into her esophagus. 

"Keep sucking," Crisco yelled. 

Liz had no idea what she should exactly do. Even so, she had to do her best. 
She had to press her lips tightly around the seething staff while her tongue 
slid back and forth along the underpart of his heavy shaft. Her throat 
constricted around his swollen glans, sucking madly on it. She could feel 
her saliva falling out of her mouth, dribbling down the sides of her cheeks, 
but she didn't care. Suddenly she found herself caught up in the whirlwind 
of sucking his cock. 

Crisco was bent all the way forward, all but sitting on her lovely face, his 
balls pounding against her chin as he foraged farther and farther down her 
throat, feeling her gullet slowly opening without her choking. 

Liz could only see his hairy pelvis now as her hands ran up and down the 
flatness of his ass. It was as if everything had suddenly become a man's 
groin and she was in the center of it all. She was trapped in the center of 
masculine lascivity for the rest of her life, and she began to realize she 
was enjoying it, even if it wasn't bringing her the desired relief she so 
badly needed. 

Her mouth slurped up and down the length of his thrusting dork, letting her 
tongue wrap itself around the pole, actually feeling the tiny, eye-like hole 
in the phallic head press against her palate. 

Liz suddenly realized she was almost as thrilled as her husband. Her lower 
torso was bouncing all over the bed, her slender thighs trying to rub 
together. Boiling oil continuously re-lubricated her seething snatch wishing 
to be filled with the thick prick now plugging her mouth. 

She sucked more adamantly, demanding to feel a thrill from the inplunging 
cock, wishing there were two of them so one could fill her cunthole, as 
well. A river to sputum now poured from her mouth down the sides of her face 
and her chin., Liz paid no attention to the drool. Nor did she notice her 
husband was perspiring heavily, large drops of sweat running along his inner 
thighs, dripping from between his smelly buttocks, running down his scrotum 
and dripping into her face and throat. 

He was slamming in and out of her mouth like a wild ramrod, the solid meat 
scrubbing against her tongue as it continuously made its way to the back of 
her throat, feeling the slight, sensitive scrape of her teeth, and rubbing 
hard against her tight lips. 

His thighs pressed tightly around her cheeks as he began bouncing wildly, 
actually throwing his heavy prick down her gullet, then withdrawing to where 
her lips Caressed his seething glans, only to once again plunge back in. She 
sucked wildly, thrilling to the taste of him now, not able to get enough 
cock. She found her head in the clouds, concentrating on compressing her 
lips all the more to create greater thrills for the man whose cock she now 
sucked. 

Yes, she could understand how he enjoyed eating her cunt. She wanted to 
swallow his balls into her mouth as well, but there just wasn't any room no 
matter how hard she tried. 

"My God!" she heard him suddenly yell. "Oh my God! Uhhh! It feels so... 
great. Just keep it up, Liz. Just keep sucking. Godddd... I knew you'd be a 
great cocksucker. I just knew it." 

His entire body was shuddering as he stiffened. She could feel his slamming 
prod swell to even greater thickness. She remembered when it had happened 
that first night it was the prelude to his emptying his balls into her. And 
he didn't disappoint her this time, either. His heaving prong suddenly 
blasted a load of burning white sauce down her gullet. 

For one short instant Liz thought she would be sick. She wanted to tear her 
head away to avoid the creamy flow, but even as she thought it, she felt the 
heavy liquid warming her belly and she realized she was sucking with the 
avidity of a babe at its mother's teat. 

"Yahoo!" Crisco yelled. "Drink it down, Liz, honey. Drink it all down. It's 
full of protein and it's good for you. Almost no calories, and definitely no 
carbohydrates. Suck you wonderful bitch, suck!" 

Liz didn't bother thinking up a reply. Even if she had one she wouldn't have 
been able to express it. Her mouth was still full of his erect masculinity, 
though she was beginning to detect a softness. 

"Don't let a drop escape," Crisco urged, but he needn't have said it. Even 
as Liz finished draining him all of his sperm, she withdrew his shrunken 
hose and proceeded licking his cock and balls all around until his genitalia 
were washed clean. 

"That was fantastic," Ed Crisco said, complimenting his new wife on her 
fellating abilities as he pulled his thighs from around her head and fell on 
the bed. 

"What about me?" Liz asked, feeling a greater need than ever. 

"What about you?" he asked, his voice suddenly hollow as he began yawning. 

"Ed, I'm going crazy. Please, you have to do something for me." 

"Sure, Liz, sure. In a minute. Just let me get over this tired feeling." 

He yawned, then pointed to the light switch near the door and said, "Turn 
off the light, Liz, honey." 

She got out of bed, turned off the light, then came back. As she crawled 
beneath the covers, her flaming twat hotter than the blazing fires of hell, 
she heard Crisco snore. He had fallen asleep. 

Oh God! she wept silently. What am I going to do now? 

Her entire body shuddered, vibrating as thrills shot through it as her 
finger touched her clit. 

No! No! She had tried masturbating more than once since Crisco first fucked 
her, and for some unknown reason she was unable to bring herself off. Though 
it felt enjoyable at first, all it did was build up her frustrations. 

What was the use. Maybe she'd be able to wake him up in the middle of the 
night. If not, perhaps she'd get something from him in the morning. After 
all, she had a desirable body. There was no reason why he shouldn't fuck 
her. He had really enjoyed it that first lime. Besides, didn't she prove she 
loved him, marrying him at so tender an age? He would fuck her. He would 
fuck her. 

CHAPTER THREE 

"Wake up, Liz." 

"Huh?" 

"Wake up. It's seven o'clock, and I'll be going to work shortly." 

"Huh?" she muttered again. 

She had finally fallen asleep at about four thirty in the morning and now 
she felt dead. The excitement in her cunt had temporarily receded, being 
overcome by sheer exhaustion. And now, two and a half hours later, she was 
but dead to the world. 

"Jesus Christ!" she heard him snap as if through a mental fog. "Get your ass 
outta bed, already. I need some breakfast before I go." 

Slowly she began to awaken and saw him standing, stark naked, in the middle 
of the bedroom floor. 

"Too tired," she muttered. "Too tired to move. Lemme sleep." 

"The hell with that. You have a house to take care of." 

"Have to go to school," she murmured. 

"You forget about school from now on," he reiterated. "From this point on 
you're Mrs. Ed Crisco, and I'll teach you everything you need to know." 

"You sure didn't do such a hot job last night." 

"Wrong, babe. Last night I taught you how to blow, and you became an expert 
your first time around. Now get that ass outta bed before I take my belt to 
it." 

"Oh, fuck it!" she mumbled, cursing for the first time in her life. 

"Now there's the best idea you've had all morning." 

"What?" 

"That's just what I'll do. I'll fuck your ass." 

"What the heck are you talking about?" 

"You came up with a brilliant idea, Liz-honey. We'll further your sex 
education right now." Her mind snapped awake. "You mean you're ready to fuck 
me, Ed?" 

"Right in your tight little ass, honey." 

"My ass." 

"Right. And it was you who gave me the idea." 

"Oh Ed, not another session of pain." 

"Nah! This'll hardly hurt at all." 

"Then will you fuck me in front?" 

"No can do, Liz. I have to go to work. Besides, I'm only good for one shot 
at a time. But you wiggle that ass of yours nicely now, and maybe I'll give 
it to you the other way tonight." 

"No, Ed," she objected, but before she could say more, he had her spun over 
onto her belly. He used his belt looped around her knees and tied it around 
her waist to keep her in a kneeling position, displaying her tight, round 
ass to him in all its youthful splendor. What delicious, round, creamy 
cheeks. It was going to be a pleasure fitting his throbbing cock into that 
small hole. 

From sleepy indifference Liz had gone to wide-awake terror. He was about to 
invade another of her orifices; one she had never dreamed he would go after. 
What bothered her most was the idea she might enjoy being fucked there, as 
well. She realized she was a confirmed fellatrice, and would suck his cock 
anytime he asked. She had loved sucking him off. 

In the dresser mirror, she saw him kneeling behind her, admiring her ass, 
caressing the white cheeks, fingering her anal center lightly. She could 
feel him pushing a finger into her soggy pussy and taking some cream out to 
place against her asshole. 

"What a gorgeous bumhole," he whispered. "Liz, it's gonna be a real pleasure 
squeezing my cock in there." 

"Ed, why are you doing this?" she asked, almost resigned to what was about 
to happen. "Why do you want to hurt me?" 

"Come off it, Liz. I'm just showing you all the different ways there are to 
fuck. Now you just keep that ass propped up there nice and steady." 

She was kneeling at the foot of the bed, unable to move because of the way 
his belt held her. He was standing behind her, and in the dresser mirror she 
could see him bringing his red, rampant cock closer to her anus. Just seeing 
how thick his cock was in comparison to the narrowness of her asshole made 
her shudder. He was dreaming if he really expected to fit such a heavy tool 
into her tight little rectum. He pressed it against the resisting sphincter 
and shoved, and Liz felt as if a cylinder of dry ice were being forced into 
her. 

Icy sweat made her shudder as the bitterness of the cock seemed to chill her 
asshole to the point where she thought she was getting a cold burn. 

"Aaaaooogggghhh!" she yelped as he began forcing the thick, heavy head into 
her tight ass. 

Her sphincter continued resisting, yet the force of his cock, continually 
pushing, forced it to ever-so-slowly yield. Pain! Throbbing pain. She had no 
idea it would hurt anywhere near this much. When he'd broken her tough hymen 
it hadn't hurt this much. 

"Eddddd... " she wailed, tears pouring from her eyes, rolling down her 
cheeks, dripping onto the bedsheet beneath. "It hurts, oh God! It hurts! I 
can't take much more of this. Oh God!" 

The anal walls of her asshole protested the wedge making its way through 
her. She writhed in torment as the hard piece of gristle jammed its way 
further in. It felt as if the solid cock would tear out the membranes in her 
ass. Heavier sweat broke out all over her tender young body. The agony was 
unbearable. If only she could faint. 

She felt him withdraw his pole part of the way, then cram it farther up into 
her tight anal recesses. She panted and sobbed, silently pleading her 
husband hurry and end it. What kind of pleasure could he be deriving from 
this? 

Once again, through the haze of pain, there came another, more enjoyable, 
rising feeling. It mingled with the hurt and made the feel of the cock in 
her asshole bearable. 

He was pumping as regularly into her bumhole as he'd screwed into her cunt 
that first time, or even as he'd fucked into her mouth the previous night. 
That jackhammer of his was rapidly pumping wild new sensations into her 
asshole. 

Damn him! Damn him! Why had he come along and done all this to her? She was 
beginning to enjoy the feel of his cock in her rectum. Damn him! It wasn't 
Ed who fascinated her any longer. It was his cock. She was madly in love 
with the phallic extension coming from between his smelly, hairy, bowlegged, 
ugly thighs. 

Now the cock began to wildly thrust into her, and her own body shoved back 
in time to the way he was pronging her ass. Her fists clutched handfuls of 
the bedcovers as she grunted and once even farted because of the air he was 
driving into her. His knees banged against the bed as he forced his thighs 
forward, shoving his reamer deep into the tight, constricting center of her 
bowels. 

"Ohhhhhh!" she grunted. 

"Wild, huh?" he replied, screwing his cock into her ass harder, thrilling to 
the sensation of her rubbery asscheeks against his thighs. God, but she had 
one helluva tight ass. It was tighter than her crushing pussy, and that was 
really tight. 

"I can't pump back anymore," she called to him, letting her head fall to the 
bed in a weary pose. "I just can't." 

"Just keep that beautiful ass in place and I'll pump away myself," he 
assured her. 

Her asshole seemed to be widening, and his ramming in and out was making her 
hotter even if she was too exhausted to pump, herself. Her nipples were 
swollen and ached with excitement. She tightened, as if trying to prevent 
herself from eliminating, and the pressure around his cock was overwhelming. 

"Thatta girl," he told her. "Thatta girl. Do it again. Keep on doing it. It 
feels great." 

She rotated her hips slightly, not able to move them too much, but the 
motion made her feel as if his fat cock had driven all the way up into her 
belly. She could feel every solid inch of it inside her. It seemed to bulge 
and swell even more, while her asshole, even while opening to let his juiced 
cock fit inside, tightened by itself to clutch that cock and make sparks 
shoot through him. 

Crisco was clawing at her back, panting and gasping now as he violently 
thrust his prong in over and over. Liz could feel his heat getting the 
better of him. He would be coming shortly. 

With her head resting on the bed, she could look back along the length of 
the front of her body and was able to see the way his seething cock worked 
in and out of her ass. Between the dangling opening of her breasts she could 
see the full length of his stovepipe prick running in and out as his thighs 
approached and retreated in time to his pumping. And she could see those 
balls of his. She had come to love his balls almost as much as his cock. The 
next time she went down on him she would taste those balls, as well. 

The sight of it all set her to writhing again, rotating her hips wildly and 
squirming around on his fleshy skewer. He was pumping into her with more and 
greater speed, ramming his prong far and deep, making her feel as if 
something good would happen to her, as well. 

There was a tensing in her cunt, as if her pussy wanted to come, and it 
would have come had a cock been rammed into it. But the cock was busy in her 
ass, and she hadn't learned to develop her anal senses yet. Later, Liz would 
achieve anal orgasms as well as vaginal ones, but at that moment she 
couldn't. All she could do was watch her ass continue to suck up his 
scorching cock until the prong bulged inside her and he exploded fiercely, 
sending a great hot wad of come juice streaming into her large intestine. 
Hot, burning seed spurted into her anal canal again and again, and though 
she twitched and churned, she was unable to get anything from it save for 
the greasy sensation of his hot jism squirting through her. 

She felt his cock beginning to deflate and hurried her ass back and forth 
against its shriveling length in the hope of being able to feel something 
inside her. But it was not to be. His prick was soon a shrunken worm again, 
popping out of her squeezing asshole, limp and empty. 

Damn him! Damn him! He was good for one shot each time, and he made sure he 
got his pleasure, but he wasn't doing a thing for her. She could feel the 
frustration building up inside her, driving her crazy. 

"Okay," he snapped, smacking her ass. "Get that butt of yours out of bed and 
make be breakfast." 

"Breakfast?" she echoed. "I never made breakfast for anyone, myself 
included, in my life." 

"Yeah, well you ain't someone's little girl anymore. You're a wife. I'll go 
to the diner this morning, but starting tomorrow, you have hot coffee and 
rolls and eggs and bacon for me. Dig? Oh yeah, I come home for lunch, and 
I'll expect something different every day." 

"Well I expect something too," she sobbed. "You married me because you loved 
me. And I loved you. And I still do. And you're supposed to fuck me." 

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know. You'll get fucked... if and when I think it's 
time f'you to get it. I'll see you around lunchtime." 

And before Liz realized it, he was gone. 

She was too pent up to go back to bed, so she spend the morning cleaning the 
house, making it look livable. Then she took some chopped meat from the 
refrigerator and, with the aid of a cookbook someone had given her for a 
wedding gift, made some hamburgers, along with a can of corn, and when 
Crisco came home, she had the lunch, along with a cup of instant coffee, on 
the table for him. 

"Not bad," he admitted. 'The hamburgers were better than the stuff I get at 
Burger King, but I don't want hamburgers every day. You make sure you have 
something really exotic for supper, like a good lamb stew." 

"How about hot pussy?" she asked. 

"Don't get smart, Liz-honey. I work all day and provide for you. The least 
you can do is see to it my food's cooked and my house is clean. Dig?" 

"I didn't marry you just to keep house," she cried. 

"Well what the hell else did you marry me for? I mean, it couldn't have been 
just for my cock. You could've had all the cock you wanted without getting 
married. Mine or anyone else's for that matter." 

And he left. 

The next month passed agonizingly for Liz. She cooked, cleaned, mended, and 
in return was constantly assfucked or mouthfucked. Not once did he go into 
her cunt, nor did he go down on her. And he came once, each time, and then 
rolled over and went to sleep leaving her just the littlest bit more 
frustrated than before. 

CHAPTER FOUR 

She was going insane. At this rate she knew she would never last another 
month. She needed a cock more urgently than an addict needed a fix. 

Then came the night of their first anniversary, exactly one month after 
their marriage. She was determined to seduce him and make him fuck her in 
the cunt. She needed that orgasm more than a mart dying of thirst needed 
water. 

She bathed, perfumed herself, and put on her prettiest mini-dress, and 
waited... and waited... and waited. At ten o'clock she realized he just 
wouldn't be coming home for awhile. 

The doorbell rang. She hurried to the door, thinking Crisco might have 
forgotten his key. When she opened it she saw it was Byron, Crisco's 
assistant. Byron lived in a little apartment right over their home. He was 
only six years older than she, and he was much taller than Crisco. He had 
frizzy blond hair, with a long nose, and couldn't exactly be classified as 
handsome, though he wasn't exactly ugly. He was on the skinny side and 
looked very ungainly. 

"What's wrong?" she asked, letting him come in. "Where's Ed?". 

"Uhh, he told me to tell you not t'wait up for him," Byron said. 

"Why, where is he?" 

"Well, he just said you shouldn't wait up. He'll be home later." 

"When is later?" 

"Maybe two or three in the morning." 

"This is one heck of a way to celebrate our first month anniversary." 

"Well, if you're lonesome, I could always come in and we could spend some 
time together." 

"Byron, what are you suggesting?" 

"Well hell, Ed ain't gonna get back for quite awhile. If you're in the mood, 
we could, maybe, have ourselves a time of it." 

"Are you suggesting I should be unfaithful to Ed?" 

"Why not?" 

"Byron, how could you even think such a thing." 

"You gotta be kiddin', Liz. You're one helluva swell lookin' piece. 
Everybody on the block is thinkin' that way about you. He ain't no young guy 
anymore. I'll bet he has one hard time gettin' it up enough to make you 
happy." 

"Byron, my personal life is none of your business." 

"Not if I ain't part of it. And I'd sure like to be part of it." 

"Byron, I couldn't consider being unfaithful to Ed. He's my husband and he 
loves me." 

"Yeah, sure." 

"Well golly, what's that supposed to mean?" 

"It means you're still a young kid with a lot to learn." 

"And you're so much older than I am?" 

"No, but I been around a lot more'n you. Maybe Ed loves you, but it ain't no 
reason for him not to be with you instead of where he's at." 

"Byron, are you saying you know where Ed is?" 

"Sure. Only I didn't wanna tell you." 

"Why not?" 

"Look, what Ed usually does is his own business, see. I mean, I don't got 
the right to tell him what's right and what ain't right." 

"Byron, where is he?" 

"He's out gettin' laid." 

"What???" 

"You heard me, Liz. He's out gettin' laid, and it don't make much sense, 
considering he has somethin' like you waiting for him here at home. So I 
figured, if you'd like to kinda get even, or maybe if you just have the hots 
or somethin', well maybe you and I should do a twosome." 

"Byron, I don't believe Ed is being unfaithful to me." 

"I betcha he is." 

"I'll take that bet." 

"I'll betcha a hundred bucks against your pussy." 

"Byron!" 

"Too scared to take the bet, huh? Afraid you might lose and then you'll have 
to put out for me. Well, I'll tell you what. Forget about bettin'. I'll show 
you for yourself. Get a coat. It's chilly out." 

Liz took a blue cloth coat from her hall closet and followed Byron to his 
station wagon outside. He held the door open for her, then got in his side 
and drove off. He drove for ten minutes, then pulled up in front of a motel. 
"Here?" she asked. 

"C'mon and see for yourself," he invited, getting out of the car. 

He led her past a dozen different units, coming to the end of the line of 
rooms. They turned the corner, and there, at the corner, was an open window. 
It looked out on the rear of the motel, where there were lots of trees and 
where no one would normally go. And that was why the window was open and the 
shade was up. 

Byron stood off to the side and motioned to the window. Liz tiptoed up to 
the window and peered inside... and was almost shocked enough to yell. 

Ed Crisco was in there, stark naked, with a chubby blonde. The girl had to 
be at least ten years older than Liz, and her tits were so large, they hung 
like two pendulums. They were standing together in the middle of the room, 
he clutching her, she holding him. 

Liz could see the blond woman running her hands up and down over her 
husband's body, touching him here and there with her fingers as if examining 
him, learning all about his body through touch. His hard prick was being 
held prisoner by her pudgy thighs and they were swaying back and forth as if 
dancing to music. Every now and again she would twitch her loins back and 
forth, massaging his meaty cock. 

Crisco ran his hands up and down the blonde's spine. He was letting his 
fingers dance on the trestle of her backbone, moving lower and lower until 
he felt her blossoming asscheeks. 

Liz snorted to herself, knowing the woman's ass wasn't half as good as her 
own. She watched as her husband lowered his head and began kissing the other 
woman's nipples. She watched him suck the blonde's tits into his mouth one 
by one, and it made her hot all over. God! Why didn't he come home and do 
this with her? She was dying to feel his lips suckle her own nipples. The 
son of a bitch. 

She watched as Crisco forced the blonde back to the bed, and when the woman 
lay down, his mouth was all over her belly, kissing it, nibbling at her 
navel, licking lower, kissing every bit of her stomach. When his tongue got 
to her thighs, Liz could see the blonde's belly sucking in as she held her 
breath in anticipation of what was to come. His tongue was licking the boles 
of her thighs, first the right one, then the left one. He licked using his 
tongue like a swab, running it all over the blonde's thigh flesh. And then, 
abruptly, he plunged his tongue straight into the sopping honeypot beneath 
her not-so-blond pelvis. The tongue flicked in and out with rapid strokes, 
moving faster than any cock, making the blonde pant wildly as she rolled on 
the bed. Then Liz saw her husband's lips close on the blonde's quivering 
clit. He sucked it in and rolled it around on his tongue, making the woman 
yelp and sigh. The woman forced her heavy hips up at his eager mouth, 
arching her back and clamping her teeth shut to keep herself from screaming. 
She was already on the verge of coming. Her hips rotated in a wild, pumping, 
spiraling motion with a thrust at his mouth each time she approached it. 

"Oh, God, God, God, God, God... " the woman was moaning. "Don't stop now. 
For the love of God, don't stop now." 

Liz could see Crisco's jaws working as he sucked harder, pressing on the 
other woman's shivering clit, making her scream. His teeth actually seemed 
to be biting into her clit, and she was acting as if the walls of her cunt 
were collapsing inward. 

Her thighs tightened around Crisco's head, completely imprisoning it, 
forcing his face into the very core of her burning hole. Her loins tightened 
for a moment, and Liz could hear the squishy sound of the blonde's labia 
rubbing against Crisco's mouth. 

Finally she let Liz's husband up for air. 

She lay there, her thighs half drawn up and wide apart, saying "Fuck me 
now." 

He fell on top of her quivering body, his cock being held by his hand, 
guided toward her dripping cunt. The blonde was humming with satisfaction, 
knowing she'd get hers no matter what. Her loins were already rotating as he 
brought his cock to it and rammed it right in, splitting her up in the 
middle. The urging prick rode all the way up into the woman, feeling tight 
resistance at first, almost feeling pain because her cunt seemed to grab so 
tightly. And then, as he moved inside her, everything seemed to be easier. 
He slammed into her with such force, their pubic bushes crushed together. 

The blonde worked her ass beneath Ed Crisco's crushing body, arching her 
hips straight up at his, literally raising the two of them from the bed for 
nearly a half minute at a time. She moaned consistently, her hands flailing 
in every direction. His mouth was on hers, kissing her hard, pressing his 
teeth against her, biting at her lips again and again. 

"Stick a finger in my asshole," Liz heard the blonde plead. 

She watched her husband reach down under and rhythmically stroke the woman's 
asscheeks until they relaxed and he could fit a finger in the crack between 
the two globoid masses of fatty tissue. He rubbed the finger up and down, 
taking some juice from the drippings of her pussy, then he found the webbed 
pucker of her asshole and rammed at it with his fingertip. The blonde 
bounced as if trying to fuck both, his finger and his cock at the same time. 

Crisco's finger reamed its way deeper and deeper into the hole, and from the 
way he was working it in it was plain he was enjoying himself. He sawed his 
finger in and out of her, matching the rhythm of his cock thrusting in and 
out of her seething cunt while the other fingers of his hand tightly 
squeezed her asscheeks. 

Crisco's hips were like torsion bars, wildly bouncing against the blonde's 
cherubic body. He thrust hard and slow into her, as if his cock were some 
tremendous kind of fleshy log, growing longer by the second. It swelled so 
much while in her, it was painful. 

The blonde's heavy thighs gripped him strongly like a vise around his hips, 
slackening on each outthrust, tightening on each inthrust. And then the 
blonde began to mumble, "Fuck me, you bastard. Fuck hard, fuck deep, fuck, 
fuck, fuck!" 

Liz could see the woman's face turning a bright red as the muscles in her 
neck seemed to strain while her fingers gripped his shoulders all the more 
tightly. 

"Goddamn!" the blonde was saying. "I'm coming again. Here it goes." 

And then she began to scream loudly, bouncing her fat ass on the bed again 
and again. She tugged back her loins, opening them wide, and from where she 
stood at the window, Liz could see the widely open red meat at the flaming 
center of her body being plugged by Crisco's pole of prick. The blonde's 
legs came up and rested on Crisco's shoulders as she thrust her hips at him 
with cocksplitting force. Her mouth gaped open, attempted to close, was 
unable to, and then her glazed eyes glared while her nostrils quivered. 

She suddenly screamed a long, loud, almost unearthly sound and fucked 
herself all the way against his prick, rotating her hips wildly for more 
than a minute while keeping the full length of cock completely buried in 
herself. She rotated herself against him again and again, and Liz, much as 
she hated to admit it to herself, realized she was learning a lot, watching 
the way the woman fucked. 

And then the blonde exhaled and began wildly shaking in the final throes of 
her completed orgasm. She shuddered madly, twisting and turning, and 
suddenly, she pulled her body away from Crisco's, shouting, "I can't take 
anymore. No more, no more." 

"Hey, what about me?" Crisco asked, pointing at his still-hard cock. 

Good for you, Liz though. Now you know how I feel. 

But Liz's glee was short-lived as the buxom blonde shoved Crisco back onto 
the bed, his throbbing mass of cock pointing straight at the ceiling. The 
blonde leaned over and began petting the solid shank, caressing it first 
with one hand and then with the other. And then the O of her mouth descended 
on Crisco's cock as she surrounded his penial point with hot, liquid 
pressure. It made Ed Crisco jump as her mouth began sucking strongly on his 
cock while her fist pumped the lower part with steady rhythm. 

Crisco tightened his body, already anticipating the enjoyment of shooting a 
wad down her throat. Looking at the way she avidly sucked his glistening 
meat made him all the hotter. 

Liz could tell by looking at him he was more excited with the blonde than 
he'd ever been with her, even though he had acknowledged she was an expert 
at fellatio and anal intercourse. Watching, Liz couldn't understand her 
husband's reaction to the blonde. Perhaps the woman responded more vocally 
to a good fucking, but as she watched the woman suck Crisco's cock she knew 
the blonde couldn't hold a candle to herself, this despite the oooohhhs and 
aaahhhs coming from Crisco. Hell! The blonde only sucked on half his joint 
while jerking on the lower half. She, Liz, with a smaller, narrower mouth 
was able to swallow his entire thick prick. 

Now the blonde's head was moving more rapidly as her lips compressed around 
Crisco's pike all the more tightly, occasionally nipping at the base with 
her teeth. Liz could see her husband's cock looked white, as if the woman's 
teeth had scraped off an outer layer of skin. Every now and again she could 
see part of the corona protrude from the other woman's mouth. It was a 
bright crimson, and bloated to its utmost. 

Now the blonde, kneeling on the floor beside the bed on which Crisco was 
lying, reached under him and began squeezing his asscheeks with both hands 
while engulfing more and more of his jamming cock. Each time her head 
swooped down it swallowed a little more of the rod, until the entire length 
of it was disappearing into her mouth the way Liz had so often done. 

Watching, Liz wondered that neither the blonde nor herself hadn't been 
strangled to death. The throat, like the cunt and the asshole, could stretch 
marvelously when it had to. It made Liz wonder whether sword swallowers 
practiced cock-swallowing first, to get the esophagus in shape. 

There was no doubt the blonde was used to doing this. She was swallowing his 
cock with ease. Her tongue was continually pressed against the underside of 
his cock, moving from side to side like a pendulum as her head continued 
bobbing up and down. His already-red glans was glowing like a beacon sending 
semaphore signals. The lower half of him became rigid as he crossed his 
knees behind her back, squeezing her buxom body tightly. It was obvious he 
could feel the sperm boiling in his nuts, and as a result his throbbing cock 
became a marble stanchion. He was staring intently at the blonde's face, 
noting how intensely she was concentrating on what she was doing, her lips 
actually being pulled out each time her head rode to the top of his marble 
column. He jammed his hips into her face making his legs and thighs arch 
like a pair of strung bows. He tried licking his lips, but it didn't do any 
good. He had no saliva. His throat was as parched as his tongue. 

To Liz, the scene was astonishing, to say the least. She wondered if she 
looked so grotesque when her mouth pulled at Crisco's broiling meat. She 
found herself wishing Crisco would not be able to come, just as she was 
unable to climax when masturbating herself. The bastard had spoiled her. He 
had made sex seem so good to her that first time, she knew her cunt would 
settle for nothing less than a tongue or a cock. Had she learned to finger 
her twat before meeting Ed, she might have been able to bring about some 
kind of satisfaction to herself rather than endure this continual 
frustration of making him come while she, herself had no pleasure 
whatsoever. 

To Crisco, it was obvious his cock felt like a leaden baton, growing heavier 
and heavier in the mouth of the sucking leach with every passing second. He 
was gasping, thrashing, and Liz wondered how the blonde would react when he 
finally came. The son of a bitch was almost ready to come. It was plainly 
evident. He was hammering his crotch into her face with mad ferocity now as 
choking sounds seemed to come from his throat. He was getting there. 

And then Liz could see him coming as he rammed the full length of his stiff 
ramrod down the blonde's throat, slamming his hips up so high, his entire 
weight rested on his heels and his head. 

And still the blonde kept sucking, her lips pulling, her tongue twitching, 
causing his balls to swell inside the tightened scrotum sac. His hands were 
on her head, shoving her face into his groin with mad abandon. 

"Yes, yes, yes, yessssss... " he hissed, emitting a wail as the boiling 
sperm came hurrying from his balls through the narrow tube in his cock, 
blasting into the blonde's lusting throat with unstoppable power. It was a 
tide nothing could change, and the blonde went on wildly, sucking avidly as 
blast after blast filled her gullet and his hands shoved her face farther 
down against his groin. 

Liz couldn't stand watching anymore. She tore her gaze from the window and 
hurried away, Byron following right behind her. 

"Why?" she sobbed, getting into the car. "Why?" 

"I dunno," Byron replied, starting it up and driving off. "Each guy to his 
own taste, I guess." 

"No, I mean, why did you bring me to see this. It was a horrible thing to 
show me." 

"Yeah, well maybe it was at that. But I figured it wasn't right for you to 
go on thinking he was keepin' it all for you." 

"It would have been better if you had." 

"Hey, what's good for the gander is good for the goose. If he goes fuckin' 
around, you oughtta do the same thing." 

"And you'd just love to be the one with whom I start, right?" 

"Well there's no harm in my askin'." 

"I'm sorry, Byron, but it's just not in me. I mean, I don't think I could do 
a thing like that." 

"Why the hell not?" 

"I just couldn't." 

He drove her back to the house and kept trying to wangle his way inside, but 
she told him to go upstairs to his own apartment and leave her alone. 

Byron shrugged and left. She went to the bedroom, undressed, and fell into 
bed, sobbing. 

Damn, Byron was right. If Ed could fuck around, so could she. But not with 
Byron. Definitely not with Byron. He worked for Ed, and if he ever got angry 
at her for some reason or other, all he'd have to do was go tell Ed and the 
marriage would be over. And then where would she go? Her father had warned 
her not to come back home ever again. Still sobbing, she fell asleep. 

CHAPTER FIVE 

When Liz awoke the following morning, Crisco was in bed beside her, fast 
asleep. The stupid look on his face, his mouth open and his tongue hanging 
out as he snored, made her disgusted with him. 

Her getting out of bed awakened him, and he looked at her as she crossed the 
room, heading for the bathroom, and he called out, "Hey, c'mere." 

"What d'you want?" she asked, turning in the doorway, letting the rays of 
the sun coming through the window in the next room shine through her 
nightgown, thereby letting him see the outline of her trim little figure. 

"Marriage has sure improved that hot little body of yours," he laughed. 
"I'll bet your tits have grown at least one size in the past month." 

"How would you know?" she asked, acidly. "You haven't looked at them in all 
that time. All you care about is how my ass or my mouth feels surrounding 
your cock." 

"So I'm an oral-anal freak. So what?" 

"So nothing. I'll get your breakfast." 

Before Crisco could say anything more she was in the bathroom, taking care 
of her morning ablutions. By the time he was out of bed and dressed, she was 
in the kitchen making the coffee. 

"Hey," he told her, sitting at the kitchen table. "I'm sending a messenger 
to the house today with a package. You know that big iron box I keep down in 
the basement?" 

"Yes," she nodded sullenly. 

"Well, you take whatever he gives you, and you put it in the box, then lock 
the box up." 

"What's in the package?" Liz asked. 

"None of your business," he told her nonchalantly. "You just make sure it 
goes into the iron box. I'll be sending a lotta packages home as time goes 
by. You stick every one of 'em in the iron box. And make sure no one sees 
you do it. Dig?" 

"And what about my box?" she asked. 

"It's pretty enough, Liz-honey, but hardly the place to store things." 

"Tell me, Ed. Am I ever gonna feel your cock inside my cunt again?" 

"What kinda dumb question is that. We're gonna have a lotta kids. You know 
that." 

"How about doing it just for fun?" 

"That too," he nodded, finishing his eggs. "Gotta go now. See you tonight." 

And before she could say anything else, he left. 

Okay, she though, clearing the table and washing the dishes. II that's what 
you want, that's what you'll get. I'm only fifteen years old. I have a nice 
body, and there are a lot of men who'd be willing to fuck me. And I'm going 
to damn well start today. 

She took a long, hot shower afterward, then covered herself with a light, 
soft fragrance. She dressed in tight slacks and a warm sweater, but with no 
bra underneath so her tits could jiggle around freely. It was only nine 
o'clock in the morning, and she knew the usual assortment of men would be 
coming around shortly. One at a time, though. One at a time. She had to be 
careful. 

It was ten thirty when the doorbell rang. She opened the door and saw a 
young man in a messenger's uniform. He handed her the package her husband 
had told her to expect. "Come on in," she said to him. "It must be cold out 
there." 

"Yeah," he nodded, rubbing his hands together. "It's kinda nippy." 

"Please wait," she said, taking the package. 

Hurrying down to the cellar, she turned on the small ceiling light and 
looked at the package. It was tightly wrapped, about as long and was wide as 
a brick, but as thick as a pack of cigarettes. Loosening the string, she 
unwrapped the paper, and saw some bonds. They were fifty dollar bonds, and 
each bond had written on it, "pay to the bearer." There were one hundred 
bonds in all, or the equivalent of five thousand dollars. 

Wrapping the bonds up, she re-tied the string, put the package in the iron 
strongbox, locked it, then hid the key behind a toolbox covered with 
cobwebs. She was careful not to disturb the webs. Then she hurried back 
upstairs. 

"Hey, where's your mother?" the messenger asked, still in the kitchen. 

"My mother?" 

"Yeah, the guy who asked me to deliver this stuff said I should give it to 
his wife. You gotta be his kid." 

"Uh yes, well mom is out at the moment. Would you care to wait until she 
came home?" 

"I can only hang around about a half hour. Then I gotta get back to the 
office." 

"Well, you can wait awhile if you wish, and if mother doesn't come, I'll 
sign for the package." 

"I guess it'll be all right. Hey, what're you're doin' outta school?" 

"I finished school," she lied. 

"Hey, you're a terrific-looking girl. Got some records we can listen to 
while we wait for your old lady?" 

"No phonograph," Liz told him. "But we can listen to the radio." 

"Yeah, I guess. Say, d'you dance?" 

"Sure." 

So she put on a rock station and the two began frugging, monkeying, and 
watusiing all over the living room. Ten minutes passed, and finally the 
messenger boy said, "Wow! I'm beat. Can't dance no more." 

Liz turned off the radio and turned to face him. He was standing right next 
to her, obviously wanting to make the next move but unsure of himself. She 
leaned a little in his direction as if off balance, and he held out his arms 
to catch her. She leaned into him and without his realizing it, his mouth 
was suddenly on hers. Before he could end the kiss she was kissing right 
back, her arms holding his head tightly to hers, her lips pressing against 
his, feeling the way his slithery tongue was eeling its way into her mouth. 
She was starved for love, eager to enjoy it, and when the delivery boy's 
tongue probed between her lips she immediately sucked it in. 

They fell back on the ratty sofa together, and Liz thought, how appropriate 
to make it again on the sofa. He ground his hips against her body, letting 
her feel the hardness of his cock. 

Yes, oh, yes, this was what she wanted. She needed it. And if Crisco wasn't 
going to give it to her, she'd get it from this man. 

"You sure?" he asked, pulling his mouth from hers. 

"Sure," she nodded. 

"I mean, you look kinda young for this stuff. What if your mother comes home 
and finds us?" 

"If I knew mom, she'd join in," Liz replied, laughing to herself. 

Imagine being mistaken for Ed Crisco's daughter rather than his wife. Well 
why not! Her fifteenth birthday had passed four months ago, and she still 
had a babyish face. 

Liz could feel her entire body burning with an inner fever. Her breathing 
was already irregular, and she could feel herself becoming more and more 
aroused with the passing seconds. Her tiny pink nipples were already 
hardening under the sweater, and she could feel the close, hot channel of 
her seething pussy starting to tingle with expectation as the gathering 
sexual passion increased, preparing to be satisfied after what seemed like 
an eternity. 

"What's your name?" she asked. 

"Kevin," he replied, kissing her again, now sucking on her tongue. 

The pressure of their mouths together was like the fusing of molten metal. 
His hands were already running up and down her shoulders until, no longer 
able to restrain himself, he let his fingers dance lightly across her 
breasts, thrilling to the swell of the unencumbered tits. 

Liz could sense Kevin's hard cock stirring, as sensations of longing seemed 
to sear through his body, too. His fingers clamped tightly on Liz's right 
nipple through her sweater, squeezing tightly, his breath was a torrent of 
heat in her mouth as her burned back into his mouth. 

His hands went to the zipper in back of her slacks and slowly pulled it 
down. She, in the meantime, had unbuttoned his uniform in front, then ran 
her palm down across, the front of his pants, feeling the wet stickiness 
oozing from his cock straining the material. 

In almost no time each had undressed the other, their clothes flung across 
the living room floor. Liz was standing halfway across the room now, letting 
him drink in the beauty of her tight, trim little body. The living room 
looked out over a bay, and it was the middle of Autumn. No one would be out 
on the bay in a boat, and there was no other way anyone could look into the 
living room despite the large windows letting in all kinds of light. 

She stood with her legs wide apart, her head and shoulders way back, letting 
her long, dark hair spill down her shoulders, accenting the whiteness of her 
body all the more. Her knuckles were resting on her hips, and she was 
smiling at him with her lips open, her eyes flaming with naked desire, her 
body perspiring with an anxious need as she ran the pink tip of her moist 
tongue across her lips. 

She knew Kevin was staring at the juncture between her parted thighs, eyeing 
the dewy shining of her moist labia, shimmering delicately with the promise 
of more and better things to come. The fluffy ebony triangle of pussy hair 
seemed to reflect bits of sunlight. Her high, round, white tits, with their 
now-solid pink nipples stood out like a pair of smoldering volcanoes waiting 
to erupt. Her legs, always slim and lithe, now had a solidity to them, 
enhancing the silkiness of her skin, and the way everything seemed to point 
to her inner thighs made her a living statue of perfect symmetry. There was 
already a line of lubricant running down the inside of her right thigh, 
glistening in the morning sunlight as it trickled toward her ankle. 

Kevin stared at her perfect body with his mouth hanging open. And Liz stared 
back at his. He had blond hair, was six feet three inches in height, and 
though he didn't bulge with muscles, had very little excess fat on him. His 
hard, twitching phallus seemed to be aiming directly in her direction, as if 
letting her know she was the cause of its being hard. And it was one long, 
thick cock. It had at least an inch and a half on Crisco's, and appeared at 
least a quarter of an inch thicker. 

Liz smiled at him and reached between her thighs with her fingers, lightly 
stroking her sopping pussy, watching his eyes change from a look of simple 
lust to one of wanton lasciviousness as he devoured the sight of her over 
and over. There was no reason to waste time by making him fight for what 
both of them wanted. She badly needed the release Crisco had been denying 
her. Her seething cunt was all but screaming for it out loud. And if her 
husband would continue acting like a shmuck, getting his thrills outside 
instead of coming to her, she could just as easily get her own jollies by 
surrendering to every lusty man who wanted her. At this point there was no 
retreating. Hell! Why bother to think of retreat. She wanted cock, she 
needed cock, and he had just the cock designed to give her what she wanted. 

She turned around slowly, letting him admire every part of her. When her 
back was to him, she let him see the way her buttocks winked at him, egging 
him on. She watched his eyes wander from the swell of her small, firm tits 
to the blossoming of her rounded hips. She cupped her breasts, kissing them 
lightly and then pointing them in his direction as if offering them to him. 
Her palms were running across the flatness of her stomach, eeling their way 
down with deliberate slowness until the tips of her fingers were enmeshed in 
the black jungle of her pubis. Then her fingers slid lower, making a safari 
toward the shining pinkness of her split. 

She let her two forefingers part the soft, moist lips of her sopping snatch 
and very slowly, and then let one of her thumbs move straight on down until 
it touched her clitoris. The touch of her fingers made her feel a shock 
she'd never before enjoyed from having touched it, herself. It was Kevin's 
presence that added something. The more her thumb caressed her vibrating 
finger-like clit, the more oil came seeping out of her flaming pussy, 
sending one hot rivulet after another down her silken inner thighs. And 
while she stroked her man-in-the-boat, pressing her thumb against it in an 
insane tempo, her other fingers continued working in the widening crevice of 
pink meat inside, soaking themselves in the puddle within. 

"Come on, Kevin," she whispered. "This isn't the time to turn tail. Come on 
and fuck me. You know you want to. Come on. I can see that lovely cock of 
yours just waiting to sink itself inside me. Come on, Kevin. Fuck me." 

She was pleading with him now, begging him, and the words churned his senses 
into a whirlpool of insane longing. Jesus! He wanted the kid. She was such a 
young-looking thing, but she had one helluva nice body. He wanted to fuck 
that body. Christ! He wanted to feel himself sink between the soft, wet 
labia of her slurping pussy. He forgot about the fact that he had come there 
only to make a delivery. He forgot he had to be back on the job. He forgot 
anything and everything except for the lovely desirability of the stunning 
little brunette in front of him. Hell! When he'd first taken the job he had 
had no idea he would be running into women much of the time. And this one 
particular time he had run into one helluva woman who had the hots for him. 
Oh hell! He knew he was a good-looking guy, but that such a gorgeous piece 
of fluff should specifically make a play for him seemed incredible, 
especially at this early hour in the day. Her desire for him was feeding his 
fervor for her. 

He walked toward her, noting her fingers had stopped playing with her pit of 
desire, and as he neared her, he saw her smile, as if she were the one with 
the cock ready to plunge it into him. 

"Anything wrong with doing it in the bedroom?" he asked. 

The bedroom? Why not! Liz thought. Why the heck not! Her husband had refused 
to properly consummate their marriage in the bedroom. It was only right and 
proper someone do the job in the marriage bed. 

Turning, she bent over to pick up her clothes, watching the way his dick 
twisted when she showed him her asshole. She could see his eyes wandering 
over her round asscheeks, going down through the tight crack, and resting on 
the red meat of her honeypot. Then she straightened up with her clothes in 
her arms and walked into the bedroom. He followed. He closed the door and 
watched as she put the clothes down on the dressing table, then walked over 
to the bed and lay down. Her thighs opened wide, once again revealing the 
tantalizing sight of her tender, liquid cunt. 

"Come on," she intoned hoarsely. "Come on and fuck me." 

"Oh God, yes!" he all but yelled. "I really want to fuck you." 

He flung himself on the bed next to her, tugging her into his arms, pressing 
his hard prick against her soft, warm, yielding body, inhaling the fragrance 
of her beautiful body as he surrounded her with his arms. He could feel her 
round, solid tits with their pebble-hard nipples digging into his hairless 
chest. His mouth began to cover her face, throat, and neck with burning 
kisses. His lips pressed lower, kissing her beautifully firm tits as his 
hands wandered down over the soft roundness of her asscheeks, kneading them 
with his fingers, squeezing them into the palms of his hands, enjoying the 
feel of her smooth flesh. 

Liz breathed lungfuls of hot, blistering air into his ear as her tongue 
flicked out to circle the rim of said ear, stopping now and again to 
excitedly flick into the center and make him jump as if someone had stuck a 
hot wire into him. Her hand pushed between them and finally discovered the 
solid feel of his meaty cock. 

Oh wow! she though. This is a real cock. It makes Ed's look like some kind 
of peanut. 

She heard his gasp as the fiery fingertips of her hand surrounded his 
palpitating prick, and then she sighed as his lips pressed against her. His 
mouth opened, forcing hers to open, and she felt his tongue come seeking 
inside her mouth, lashing at her own tongue, twining around it like one 
sinuous boa constrictor trying to wind itself around another. She pressed 
the full length of her solid little body against his, grinding her pubis 
solidly against his fulcrum. 

. Abruptly, she spun onto her back, tugging him over to her, parting her 
thighs as wide as possible, preparing to feel the attack of his heated cock. 
She couldn't stand the idea of waiting any longer. 

Her hands raced over his firm body, somewhat more slender than the body of 
her husband, tracing the lines in his shoulders, along his arms, and down 
his back. She even let her fingers wander along the flat cheeks of his ass, 
wandering all over him as if he were some unexplored virgin territory. 

She could feel his pulsing prick as it eased between her thighs in search of 
her venereal temple. It came closer and closer, until she swore she could 
actually feel the fire emanating from inside its dripping point. Then it was 
using its head like a nose to feel its way into her fuzz-surrounded pussy. 
As he came closer, forcing her slick labia apart with his glans, she raised 
her own fulcrum, jacking the two bodies up with all her strength. With her 
left hand she reached under her rounded ass while her right hand spread her 
pussylips wide apart, resting in the softness of her dark, curly pubic hair. 
Her left hand forced the lower part of her soggy cunt open, giving his 
driving cock greater access to her frothing inner hole. 

She was tight. God was she ever tight. Crisco hadn't been inside her since 
that one time he'd dehymenized her, nearly two months before. She was just 
about as tight as she had been that wonderful night. But this was a thicker 
cock, and it was pushing, forcing her vaginal walls to once again separate 
as he began cramming more and more of his unyielding, unbending cock into 
her. It sank farther and farther into her, but this time there was no 
hymeneal barrier, and this time there was no pain-only the thrill of feeling 
her interior widened by the wedging glans of his heavy prod. It kept on 
tunneling into her, reaching farther into her than Crisco's cock ever went, 
touching unexplored infinity. And then she realized the full length of it 
lay cradled inside her cushioned interior as her moist tissues surrounded 
it. 

"Mmmmmm," she sighed. "This is heaven. Oh this is wonderful." 

There was no doubt Kevin was enjoying it, as well. He didn't dare speak. Her 
cunt gripped him so tightly, he feared any move at this moment would trigger 
his orgasm, one, two, three. 

Satisfied she contained every last millimeter of throbbing prick, Liz 
allowed her body to sink back down on the bed, thrilling to the wonderful 
sensation of his hard meat throbbing hotly between her feather-soft, silken 
thighs. 

Kevin reached under her, placing the flat of his hand against her back, 
letting it smooth its way down her spine to her buttocks. His fingertips 
danced along the ridges of bone making up her spine feeling the heat 
emanating from her flesh as she pressed her wonderfully solid tits into his 
chest in a tantalizing motion. Muscles writhed under her white flesh as she 
moved like something created for the sole purpose of fucking. Her entire 
body undulated with the need for his cock to continue plummeting in and out 
of her. 

"Mmmmmm," she hummed. "It feels so fabulous. You have one great fuckstick 
there. I hope you can live up to its initial promise." 

His breath came hotly, in wild spasms as his brain almost exploded with 
heated desire. His own hands were tightly squeezing her white, luscious 
asscheeks, mingling the perspiration coming from his palms as she slammed 
her slavering, broiling hole solidly against his inflamed, burning dong, 
letting her labia kiss and caress his already-explosive cock become even 
hotter, making her mushy cunt even wetter. 

Her hips began a wild churning against his solid groin, and the feeling 
within her was something unparalleled. She had thought Crisco great, but 
she'd had no one with whom to compare him. Now that she could make a 
comparison, her husband was coming off second-best. 

"Fuck!" she commanded. "Fuck and fuck again, and keep on fucking until I 
can't take anymore. Hurry up and fuck deep." 

He began the time-honored movement of reaming his flushed cock back and 
forth inside her creaming snatch. She helped him along by reaching down and 
squeezing his balls, egging him on to harder fucking. She thrilled to the 
wonder of his massive, meaty cock head continually traveling the full length 
of her cunt container. The agony in his balls was becoming overwhelming now 
as he lanced his prong even deeper into her foaming, fleece-lined hole. The 
pressure in his testicles was becoming unbearable, and she sensed it. She 
felt him tunneling deeper and harder into her hot pit, starting to fuck her 
wildly. 

Her thighs felt his hips back away as the steel probe within her broiling 
confines came zipping out. And then he cocked his loins and drove forward 
again, ramming his marble-hard prong all the way up into the fiery, sopping, 
yawning maw of her swampy, swallowing pussy, spiking it all the way into her 
with maddening power. 

"Aaaaarrrrggghhhh!" she yelled as he nailed it all the way into her. It was 
a cry of total lust and maddening sensation. 

Her hot, slavering cunt moved soakingly and burningly up around his solid 
prick, completely engulfing it as it plunged to the deepest part of her 
simmering snatch, her slick, moist pussywalls oiling the way. The entire 
length of his immense, thick cock was encompassed within her broiling 
confines, the knobby tip bouncing solidly against the pulsating, tiny 
entrance to her cervix. His weighty, hair-covered scrotum whacked loudly 
against the soft, white, upturned cheeks of her round little ass. 

Thrill followed thrill, and Liz felt herself in paradise. What a fool she 
had been to marry Crisco. To think there were so many cocks in the world and 
she went ahead and shackled herself to the first one to plow into her, and 
all because he always fell asleep after one come. Had he stayed awake long 
enough to dress and make her dress, none of this would have happened. She 
could have gotten cock from almost any male around. She wouldn't have needed 
the clown to whom she was now wedlocked. 

Once again she felt the cock within her slowly withdraw, only to drill into 
her again, fucking wildly into her squirming, wriggling, pliant cunt, 
feeling his body attune itself to hers as she screwed herself hard against 
him, matching and countering his strokes, urging him to knife into her with 
harder, more powerful thrusts with soft moans and gasping sounds as her 
teeth chewed on his earlobe, and she poured hot breath into his aural canal. 

"Yessss," she muttered, "yessss, fuck it into me exactly that way. Ahhhh, 
Kevin, you're a godsend. Shove it in all the way, harder, deeper, screw my 
ass to the bed, keep shoving it innnnn, ahhhh... fuck... fuck... fuck... " 

"Oh, Christ!" he responded, "you have the hottest cunt I've ever fucked. 
Where did you learn to move like this? Shee-it! For a young kid... 
ooooooh... you sure know one helluva lot." 

The two became lost in a wild, frantic, dual pounding-she slamming her buns 
hard against his thighs, while he continued spearing into the deepest part 
of her frothing cauldron as they wildly rolled together on the bed in search 
of their ultimate satisfaction. Liz was churning her loins madly around and 
around, letting it clutch the solid, reaming cock all the more tightly, 
exerting more and more pressure on it as it punched in and out of her with 
greater speed in a mad orgiastic rhythm. Her pussy continued dilating, its 
muscles becoming stronger and chewing hungrily at his swollen corona each 
time he sent it shuddering through her steaming tunnel. The sucking labia of 
her downy, moss-encircled, bright-red pussy pulled tantalizingly on the 
staff of his powering prod, reluctantly letting it slide back, eagerly 
swallowing it as it rammed forward. They were jolted each time their 
pelvises came into contact, and Liz felt a new, almost different thrill each 
time the full length of his battering ram buried itself in the leeching 
confines of her swamp-like cunt. 

Liz was feeling more and more wild, feeling the way Kevin's already thick 
cock seemed to be expanding inside her until it seemed ready to burst from 
the enthralling sensations her cunt was imparting. 

Hold off, she kept thinking to herself. Hold off and wait for me to come. 

Not that she didn't want him to reach his own fulfillment. She ached to feel 
his hot, spurting seed coat the walls of her sucking chamber, and now 
hunched herself up, humping her cunt hard against the base of his roiling 
cock, clutching his body all the more desperately between her clasping 
thighs, kicking his ass with her heels, achingly reaching out for the 
oncoming orgasm she knew was fractions of a second away. "I'm gonna come," 
she squealed, letting him know. "Hurry, hurry, punch it into me a little 
faster... hurryyyyy... " 

Her tongue lanced into his ear, as far in as it would go, making him tremble 
as if she had jammed a livewire into him. Her eyes rolled back in her head 
and her face contorted with gasping desire as he crushed himself hard 
against her small, solid tits, wildly slicing his cock in and out of her, no 
longer coherent. And then she was there. 

"Aaaaaggghhhh!" she screamed. "I'm coming, Eeeeeyyyyaaaagggghhhhh!" 

The words came out of her as if they'd been torn from her voice box in a 
loud, coyote wail, almost shattering his eardrums. She tugged her thighs 
open wider until her drooling pussy was pulling its sopping labia as far 
apart as possible, attempting to literally suck his entire pelvis into her. 
Her heels now kicked on his back as she writhed her hips in a mad, 
uncontrolled frug of passion as she continued screaming out her climax to 
him. 

Kevin felt the hot, splashing lubriciousness of her orgasm flood around his 
plundering prick as he slammed his young crotch wildly into hers, while her 
thighs so tightly surrounded him she actually locked his cock all the way 
into her seething cunt. It spasmed convulsively, and could it have tugged 
his cock any farther inside, it would have. 

Liz could tell from the way he was bucking that the tremendous surge of fire 
swelling inside his balls could no longer be contained. As it was, the hairy 
sac no longer bounced against her. It had drawn up into his own crotch, 
tightening, squeezing, pressing against the balls inside until the hot, 
sticky load of come-cream started its unstoppable rush through the narrow 
tube in his pecker. 

"Here it comes, baby," he whispered, and he began unleashing hot ropes of 
semen into her hungry, questing pussy in what appeared to be endless bursts, 
draining his testicles deep down into the flaming inner hallways of her 
insatiable cunt. He pounded his dick all the harder against her in an 
attempt to relieve it of every last drop of sensation along with the semen. 

And then it was over. Liz felt wonderful, refreshed, and oddly, not tired at 
all. She lay there as he dressed, wishing he could go one more round. But he 
reminded her he had to go to worked. 

After he'd gone, she too, got up and dressed, then went to prepare lunch for 
Crisco, who would be home shortly. 

CHAPTER SIX 

"The messenger get here with the package?" Crisco asked, as he sat down to 
eat. "Yes," she nodded. 

"Is it locked away in the iron box in the cellar?" 

"Yes, and the key's behind the toolbox." 

"Okay." 

He stank of perspiration, added to his not having taken a shower for two 
days. Considering how hard he worked, the smell was almost overpowering. The 
more she came to know her husband, the less Liz liked him. 

"Gotta get back to work," he told her when he'd finished lunch. "See ya 
tonight." 

"Sure," she nodded, glad he was leaving. 

"You keep this house clean and maybe I'll do you a favor and give you the 
old wang to suck on tonight." 

"Thanks for nothing," she snapped. 

"Still the snot-nosed brat, huh?" 

"Well what do you expect? You're going to do me the favor of letting me blow 
you? Then you'll shoot your wad, roll over, and go to sleep. I need that 
crap like a dose of the clap." 

"That mouth of yours is gettin' bigger and bigger. Anytime you ain't 
satisfied with our arrangement, you can pack up and get the hell outta 
here." 

"You're very cute," she snapped back. "Because of you my father all but 
threw me out of the house, telling me never to come back. I'm stuck with you 
and you know it. When we first met I was a cute fifteen year old kid to you. 
Now I feel like an ancient fifteen year old hag. You haven't laid me once 
since our marriage." 

One thing you gotta learn, Liz. When I fuck you, I'm doing you a favor. I 
did you a favor that first time, popping your cherry. What was more you 
liked every bit of it. You start behaving, remembering I'm Number One in 
this house, and then I'll start doing you the favor of fucking you again. 
You get my slippers for me when I come home at night. You make sure my house 
is nice and clean. You wash all my clothes, shop and cook my food, and see 
to it I'm happy in every way, kissing my ass if I tell you to. And then, 
maybe, if the mood hits me, I'll do you the favor of fucking you... if y'beg 
hard enough and suck my cock earnestly enough. So when I tell you I might do 
you the favor of letting you suck my cock, remember, it really is a favor, 
because that's the only way you're ever gonna get my cock inside of your 
cunt." 

"You bastard," she screamed as he left. "You rotten bastard." 

She ran into the bedroom and fell full length on the bed where she had been 
so recently tumbled by Kevin, the messenger boy. She cried for awhile, 
wondering how any man could be so inhuman. 

What had she done to be treated so cruelly? Other men his age would give 
their eyes to have a wife as young and as pretty as she. 

Well the hell with him, she thought, sitting up. She might not be able to 
run away, but she could sure as hell live most of her life without him. He 
was only home to sleep and eat. Otherwise, with the exception of those few 
times he did her the singular favor of letting her eat him, or of buggering 
her, she didn't see him at all. Her time was her own to do with as she 
pleased once she got the household chores out of the way. 

Going to the bathroom, she ran a tub of hot water, then stripped down, 
stepped into it, and let her body soak. She parted her pussylips and let the 
bubbly water run up into her cunt, cleaning out the gism left by Kevin. This 
was a ritual she would follow after getting laid each time, not wanting to 
risk her husband's suddenly getting the urge to eat her and finding another 
man's seed inside her. Besides, she intended meeting other men, and no man 
wants to suck on a pussy with some other man's sperm filling it. 

An hour later, dressed in her sweater and slacks, she phoned for a cab. She 
had some shopping to take care of, and since she was too young to drive a 
car, Crisco had left her enough money for a cab in addition to whatever she 
would need to pay for the food. 

She heard the cab honk when he pulled up outside. Pulling on a light jacket, 
she hurried out and got in. She told the driver to take her to the nearest 
supermarket and wait. He radioed in to his company that he would have to 
wait for her, was told how much to charge for waiting, relayed the message 
to Liz, and she agreed. 

She went through the supermarket very quickly, coming out in less than half 
the time she was expected to come out. The driver took her home and helped 
her carry the packages inside. 

It wasn't until all the packages were on the kitchen table that she took her 
first good look at the driver. He was about twenty-five, lean, hard, with a 
nice tan, and ruggedly handsome. She paid the fare, then said, "How much 
longer did you expect me to stay with me?" 

"I figured you for another half hour in the supermarket," he replied. 

"That means you can stay with me another half hour." 

"Hey kid, I don't know what you're thinking... " 

"I'm thinking of giving you the best tip you ever got since starting to 
drive a cab. Are you married?" 

"On what I earn hacking? You have to be kidding." 

"Do you have a girl?" 

"No one in particular. Why are these personal questions?" 

"You think I'm pretty?" 

"For a kid you're very pretty. But you have a lot of growing up to do." 

"My husband doesn't think so." 

"Your what?" 

"My husband," she told him, showing him the wedding band on her finger. 

"Look, I'm sorry, ma'am. It's just that you look like such a young kid. I'd 
never have taken you for more than sixteen or seventeen." 

"Does age really matter? I mean, I think you're a very attractive man." 

She could see the perspiration starting to break out all over him. She was 
starting to reach him. 

"May I ask you, you're trying to do?" 

"Sure. I'm trying to begin a meaningful relationship, if you're interested." 

"A man'd have to be pretty stupid not to be interested, but why me?" 

"Because you don't look like the Kiss and Tell type." 

"I don't exactly go for playing around with married women." 

"What else can you do with a married woman?" 

"I don't know. I never thought about it much one way or the other:" 

"Well don't you think it's time?" 

"I don't know what you're trying to do, but if you think you can shock me, 
you have another thing coming. I studied psychology." 

"And just what would you consider to be the best psychological way to handle 
someone like me?" 

"Shock you right back, I suppose." 

And just how would you do a thing like that?" she teased. 

"You really are asking for it, aren't you." 

"Better believe it," Liz nodded. 

"Fine, just suppose I sit you in the chair here in front of me, and then 
suppose I reach down and unzip my fly." He proceeded to do just that. 

It was obvious he expected Liz to jump up screaming, or to say she had only 
been kidding. He was completely unprepared for what she did do. 

Once again her pink tongue came out and ran across her lips, as if signaling 
she was ready for another erotic experience. Then, in a single, swift, 
unexpected movement, she shoved her hand into his fly and yanked out an 
already-hardening cock. He was so stunned by her maneuver, all he could do 
was stand here as she leaned forward and ran her pink tongue all around the 
head of his cock. And then she sucked the head into her mouth, letting her 
tongue run rampant all over it, and he, not really wanting to pull his cock 
away, stood there like a dummy, feeling his balls shudder with delight. He 
could feel the rough wetness of her tongue circle his throbbing glans again 
and again, and being no more difficult to arouse than any horny male, he 
felt his cock stiffen rapidly as her lips began sucking in more and more 
meat, letting the weighty knob of his enlarging pecker scrub against her 
palate. Then her head began pushing back and forth while her tongue 
cushioned the underside of his cock, rubbing it strongly. Her breath was hot 
and heavy against his pants as her teeth began to lightly scrape the bole of 
his shuddering prick. He could feel the incredible warmth and security of 
her surrounding mouth as she continued sucking more of him in, until at one 
point he could feel the pulpy back of her throat rubbing against his penial 
tip. Her tongue continued rubbing, making the blood-swollen bulb on his 
shaft even thicker. 

Liz was enjoying it immensely. To begin with, this was probably the most 
wonderful cock of all time. It was more than eight inches in length, and she 
knew she would really have to open her gullet to take the full length of 
this one in. The head was a rich magenta while the shaft was almost albino 
white, with a multitude of blue veins threading their way through, all the 
way around. It was almost a half inch thicker than Kevin's, which gave it 
astonishing breadth, since Kevin's cock had been thicker than her husband's. 
But most important of all was the feel of it in her mouth. It was hard, yet 
resilient. The knob was spongy and rough, yet soft. And the heavy balls at 
the bottom were the biggest, hairiest things she had seen yet. 

She pulled her mouth back and opened it so his throbbing phallic point 
rested on her lower lip as she said, "This is the most wonderful prick in 
the whole wide world." 

Her slender, delicate fingers were long, but still barely made it around the 
circumference of the shaft. She used each finger as a feathery vibrator, 
caressing the wonderful prick, creating the "impression each of her fingers 
was battery-operated and vibrating madly. 

Once again she pushed her ebony head forward paying fealty to his cock, 
licking the blunted point many times with her dancing pink tongue, then she 
made a ring of her lips and slid them back and forth around his solid prod. 
She sucked it in again and he shuddered as her head began to rapidly jet 
back and forth, mouth-fucking his cock, in a state of rapture at the very 
taste of the flesh, sipping the colorless fluid leaking from its tip. 

"Stop it, please," the driver finally said, pulling her head away from his 
shimmering cock. 

Liz knew it had taken tremendous willpower on his part to pull his prong out 
of her mouth. She wanted to tease him some more, not only because she knew 
he was in a little torment, but because she was getting tremendous enjoyment 
from tasting his wang. But he pulled away from her, stuffing his penis back 
inside his pants. 

"Why?" Liz asked. 

"You were playing with me," he told her. "It wasn't right. Sex is something 
both a man and a woman should enjoy without either having a so-called upper 
hand. I mean, you're a gorgeous female, but I don't think you should be 
doing this." 

Standing, Liz looked up into his grey eyes and said, "Please, I'm hungry to 
be loved. My husband doesn't give it to me. I need it badly. Please, oh 
please help me." 

"Look, Mrs. uhhh... " 

"My name is Liz. What do I call you?" 

"Mac. Mac Sharkey. But look Liz, don't you think you should go see a 
marriage counselor?" 

"Mac, do you think I'm attractive?" 

"Hell, yes! You're beautiful, which is a good reason why you shouldn't be 
having troubles." 

"Mac, if we spend the next half hour thrashing out my problem it'll never be 
straightened out. Believe me when I say there isn't a thing a counselor 
could do right now. If you have the least little bit of feeling in you, 
you'll help me by fucking me." 

"Now wait a minute, Liz. I mean, I just don't go to bed with every woman who 
asks." 

"Have a lot of women asked?" 

"Well, no, but you what I mean." 

"No, Mac, I don't know. I'm desperate for a man, I'll do anything. But like 
you I'm particular about the man, just as you're particular about the woman. 
Do I appeal to you?" 

"Well, yes, of course." 

"Then don't fight me, Mac. Please don't fight me. Afterward, if there's 
still time before you have to go back to work, I'll tell you the whole 
story. Right now I'm in desperate need of what you have hanging between your 
legs." 

He looked down into her eyes and saw the misery combined with longing. 

"Okay," he nodded. "Okay. But after it's all over I want to hear what all 
this is about." 

"That's a promise," she told him, leading the way to the bedroom. 

In the bedroom, she turned and let him look her over, noticing the way his 
eyes lingered on the swell of her pert breasts as they heaved beneath her 
sweater with no bra to confine them. 

"Christ!" he murmured, staring at her. "You are a real baby. Your husband 
really robbed the cradle." 

Liz responded by suddenly grabbing him, her right hand twisting through his 
hair while her left arm tried to circle his waist. The kiss was violent and 
strong, and the two toppled onto the bed, their mouths glued tightly 
together. 

Liz was unquestionably the more aggressive of the two, but she didn't give a 
damn as long as she got what she wanted. Their tongues eeled together 
twining and twisting around one another. His mouth tasted clean, and his 
body, pressed against hers, was lean and hard. The oil was already starting 
to flow in her blistering pussy as he jammed a knee into her crotch, rolling 
on the bed with her. Her own knee rubbed his groin, applying enough pressure 
to make his balls ache for relief without actually causing pain. 

After awhile, Mac sat up and took her with him, tugging her sweater out from 
her slacks and pulling it over her head. He threw it to the side and then 
simply stared at her body, awe-filled at the sight of her hard, upstanding 
tits with their pink nipples and rosettes. 

"My God!" he whispered. "What a stunning pair of tits." 

"They're kind of small," she murmured. 

"Hell, they're perfect the way they are," he assured her. "And maybe they'll 
grow a little larger." 

He got to his feet and quickly shucked his own clothing while she wriggled 
out of her slacks and panties. 

Now it was Liz's turn to be amazed. She hadn't been able to appreciate the 
full size of his monstrous cock before. But now that she saw him naked, she 
thought of it as being a sawed-off lamppost. She almost squealed with 
delight at the sight of it, realizing she wanted to taste it again in her 
throat as well as in her anxious vagina. It made Ed Crisco's puny member (if 
six and a half inches can be called puny) look like a splinter. 

And just as her eyes were locked on his swollen prick, so his eyes affixed 
themselves to her steaming juncture. 

"I have a lot of stamina," he told her. 

"Well I'm about to find out for myself, aren't I?" she asked. 

"It's just that I might come quickly the first time, so don't be afraid 
you'll be left unsatisfied." 

"I'm not the least bit afraid, Mac," she smiled, lying back and parting her 
thighs. "If you want to go in right away and take the edge off, you go right 
ahead." 

Twice in one day, she thought as he pressed his aching dong against her 
soaking outer labia. 

She was still very tight, deliriously so, and her inner flesh surrendered to 
his pressing dick very slowly. He was careful, trying not to hurt her as he 
pushed his monstrous prong in a little of the way, then withdrew some, only 
to renew his forward attack, going a little deeper. It felt like a blunt 
knife pushing through raw liver as she drew her knees up to her shoulders to 
present a better target. Doing so made her seething tunnel a bit shallower, 
and his hard, white, lavender-tipped prong suddenly lanced all the way into 
her yearning channel. It was one mammoth log, like a huge Sequoia, and the 
shock of it churning its way into her was the greatest thrill she had ever 
experienced. Even so, it was only the first of many to follow. 

He pressed this throbbing meat so far into her, she could feel the knob 
trying to force her cervical entrance open. It was an unparalleled sensation 
and she whispered, "You're fabulous, Mac. You're fabulous." 

He was way-gone, himself, caught up in a whirlwind of heat, and he told her, 
"You have a dream for a cunt, Liz. I could go on fucking into you for the 
rest of my life." 

"It's so... wonderful," she murmured as he gyrated the head of his seething 
cock against her womb, actually forcing it open so his cock might fit part 
of its head in. There was the slightest bit of pain, but it was instantly 
smothered by the delightful sensations accompanying it. 

He was spiraling his hips madly as he drew his thundering cock out and 
slammed it right back in. It made Liz wonder how much better fucking could 
be. This was only her third man, and each one was better than the previous 
one. How would it feel when she got to the tenth one? Could it really get 
any better than this? 

Liz did her best to adjust herself to the frantic way he pile drove into 
her. She had no idea how successful she was in matching him, but she did her 
utmost to keep up with him. 

His heavy scrotum was banging against her perineum as well as the cheeks of 
her ass as he literally seemed to shift into high gear. She felt his angle 
change slightly as he slammed into her head-on, miraculously shoving his 
entire length of cock into her frothing quiff. She could feel the wiry rug 
of his pubic hair scrub against her tender thighs and soft pelvis, tangling 
with her own dark bush. Each time their junctures came together, she caught 
him churning his hips, so she counterattacked by spinning her own loins the 
other way, increasing their mutual enjoyment by increasing the friction. Oh 
God! His steam drill was driving right up into her heart. He was fantastic. 
There just couldn't be any better. 

She felt Mac's hands run under her ass as his fingers dug into her cheeks, 
pulling her fulcrum more and more steadily against his as he fucked into 
her. She could not only feel, but seemed to hear a popping sound each time 
his probing glans sank into her cervical entrance and then pulled out. There 
was also a wild sucking sound as his long dork of flesh withdrew to its 
glans in her sucking bottleneck of a cunt only to plug forward again. 

His plunging prick was creating a fantastic sucking vortex inside her, and 
Liz felt as if his probing phallus would tug her womb out through her 
pussyhole. Had she not been so burningly hot, his frantic plunges into her 
might have actually hurt her. But her cunt was now awash with heavy 
lubricity, and his swollen barber pole of cock slid through her squishy 
channel like a piston through a valve. 

This time it hit her without warning. The orgasm was there without her 
realizing it, shooting through her fire filled vestibule, and she was 
climaxing wildly, screaming, beating her fists against his chest as she 
bicycled her thighs around his body. Wild sensations shot out of her toes 
and fingertips like lighting as her body blazed with insane heat. Even her 
hair felt as if it was standing on end as thrills seemed to shoot through 
it. 

Liz couldn't believe the powerful thrills shooting through her caused by the 
auguring of the immense fuckstick jammed all the way up inside her. Writhing 
and wriggling she only succeeded in making the fit that much more snug as it 
seemed to twist into her. The tightness caused a squeaky squishing sound to 
come from inside her as he picked up his tempo, screwing into her at twice 
the speed. Already oversensitive from her orgasm, Liz underwent paroxysms of 
mad rapture as his head came down and started sucking on her left tit, 
pulling the nipple deep into his throat. 

Another orgasm hit her with the same velocity as the first, and before she 
could completely recover from the effects of it, she was being overwhelmed 
by yet a third crisis, only to be followed by a fourth, a fifth, a sixth, 
after which she lost count as she just kept on coming again and again and 
again. Her crotch continued riding up as the lubricant kept flooding through 
the soft, creamy tissues of her slurping cunt. She bucked again and again, 
feeling mad, wonderful things race through her body from the nipple on which 
he was sucking to the center of the action between her thighs. 

His mouth suddenly opened and released her breast. He was gasping for air 
himself while his plunging cock began swelling to greater size, pressing 
against the slick walls of her tight cunt, making her think she had a fist 
inside tightly gripping him. 

Then the first hot splashes of his climax came washing into her vagina like 
a flood of boiling oil, and she felt the flaming delight of it from one end 
of her inner channel to the other. She pumped her heaving center high into 
the air, then brought her ass slamming into the mattress as her calves 
stabbed the air above and came down crossed over his back. Then she squeezed 
the muscles inside her blazing twat, squeezing his cock as if it were a 
sponge to be wrung out inside her. And this brought her to the highest 
orgasmic plateau she had ever know. It was as if wild horses were charging 
through her electrified cunt, and even as his mighty prong softened she kept 
it locked inside her tight pussy, squeezing every last bit of hot come out 
of him. 

For about two minutes she felt like a helpless rag doll in a maelstrom. She 
just lay back on the bed and let her after-climax carry her to the heights 
of maddening pleasure, after which she slowly came floating back to earth. 
She felt him finally pull out of her and lie down beside her on the bed, 
more than content with his own orgasm. It was obvious he hadn't expected her 
to come so violently or so consistently, but now that she had, he might have 
considered his obligation to her ended. Liz couldn't let him leave, not just 
yet. 

Feeling some strength seeping back into her, she sat up, and before the man 
could move, literally fell on his dripping cock with her mouth wide open 
like a starving lioness pouncing on its prey. She sucked the half-shrunken 
bulb between her lips as if it were a nice, ripe, juicy purple plum and 
pushed her right hand under his scrotum sac. She fondled his precious balls 
like the jewels she believed them to be as she locked her encircling lips 
tightly under his corona and began madly sucking, as if pulling soda through 
a straw. Some previously unissued cream, a remnant of his heat, came leaking 
out and dripping into her mouth where she could enjoy the tangy taste of it, 
hungrily gobbling it down. And this time Mac Sharkey wasn't pulling her head 
away. He loved feeling her hot, leeching mouth on his enlarging cock as much 
as he loved sucking it. Now she was grateful to Ed Crisco for insisting she 
suck his dong. He had, without realizing it, turned her into one of the most 
outstanding cocksuckers of her time, basically because she enjoyed every 
sucking second. 

Sharkey's hand came to rest on the top of her ebony head, slowly but 
insistently pushing her head farther down as his prick began growing. She 
could feel more of his swelling cock fill her mouth as the knob began 
rubbing across her palate on its journey toward the soft, pulpy back of her 
throat. 

Her tongue was automatically flickering all over the breadth of the heavy 
meat already in her mouth, and the sounds he made, imploring her to 
continued, made her soggy pussy revitalize itself and come back to life. 
This time she sucked avidly, pulling strongly with her lips, feeling her 
cheeks hollow as her tongue ran across the underside of his cock with 
greater frequency. It had felt enormous that first time she had tasted it, 
some minutes earlier, but now it was unbelievable in length. She only had 
three quarters of it in her mouth with the heavy knob already halfway down 
her gullet. Her throat muscles surrounded the head, tightening around it 
making him bounce and mumble incoherently. 

Liz felt her lips and jaws literally being stretched, making them ache with 
delight. Even so, she continued masticating his cock, intent on giving him a 
blowjob he would never forget now matter how many others went down on him in 
the future. The probable reason for her being able to do so was the immense 
enjoyment and satisfaction she got from stuffing cock into her mouth and 
shoving it all the way into her esophagus. 

Her mouth sank lower and lower as she engulfed more and more rigid tool. She 
had more than two inches locked into her gullet, and with one final push, 
she took the last fraction of an inch, feeling his frizzy pelvis rub against 
her soft, cushioned lips. Then she began sucking madly without moving her 
head, using the pressure of her throat and tongue on his trembling cock. It 
gratified her to feel the way he writhed under her mouth. 

She was completely unaware of his pulling her body around, nor was she 
really conscious of his raising her leg and putting it on the other side of 
her head. But there was no way she could not be aware of her swampy cunt 
suddenly being sucked into his mouth. 

It was as if someone had taken an electric cattle prod and pushed it right 
up into her tender pussy when his tongue sank into it and swirled around, 
sucking out the cream he had only recently deposited in here. His nose 
rubbed her seething lips as his tongue stabbed in and out, stopping only to 
lash at her growing clitoris, making her rigid with unparalleled delight. 

She was almost completely out of her mind with joy as her thighs crushingly 
surrounded his face, preventing him from withdrawing his mouth from against 
her seething snatch. She could feel his tongue lapping insanely into her, 
sopping up the cream he had shot into her along with what seemed like 
gallons of her own thick lubricant. Much of it had seeped out of her slit, 
oozing through the black furry mat above her inflamed hole. His tongue 
sucked it all back into his mouth. 

Then he was chewing at her outer labia; first the left one and then the 
right one. He chewed strongly, but his teeth only served to arouse her all 
the more. Meanwhile he had run an index finger through Liz's asscrack, 
making her round, jellylike globes quiver with anxiety. The finger slid up 
and down nearly a dozen times before stopping at the prune-like pucker of 
her anal entrance. It pressed slowly against it, forcing the sphincter 
muscle to widen, and with some of the lubricant from her cunt coating it, 
the finger began to slowly make its way into the tightness of her rectum. 
When he had the full length of his finger within, he pressed hard, and the 
thrill coursing through her was so wonderful, she chewed on the hairy base 
of his cock, making him tremble and quiver with new spasms of pleasure. 

Sharkey proved a relentless lover. He continued delightfully stuffing his 
finger in her asshole, twirling it around and around as his tongue lapped 
her delicious cunt with more and more verve. 

Liz felt her mind whirling, losing all contact with any kind of reality. The 
way he pressed his finger into her asshole reminded her of the way her 
husband's cock always reamed it out. And the way his stiffened tongue 
lurched in and out of her pussy made her think of the way 
"One-Shot-Crisco's" cock punched in and out. And the mighty truncheon 
filling her mouth and throat was bringing rapture beyond belief. Her 
clitoris felt as if it had grown to the size of a cock as it vibrated under 
the masterful lapping of his tongue or shivered when he bit it lightly. 

Now her head began a slow bobbing up and down, easing the monstrous glans 
out of her throat, only to shove them right back in. 

Her lips continued their strong sucking, while her tongue vibrated in a mad 
staccato against the entire phallic cylinder. She could feel him ramming his 
aching prong down her throat with such power she thought its head might well 
come out of her cunt, at which point he would be licking his own cock. It 
was impossible, naturally, but nevertheless such thoughts ran through her 
mind. 

Even as she thought it, she felt his thick, trunk-like staff ram itself all 
the way down again as she slid the rough-smoothness of her tongue over its 
solidity. She searched for, and found the most sensitive point at the base 
of his heaving prong, and proceeded to lick it while compressing her lips 
tightly around it, forcing his already immense penis to swell even more, 
enlarging and contracting against the tight, crushing ring of muscle in her 
aching throat. 

Now he was fucking her in the mouth, letting his body rise and fall as he 
pumped upward with all his might, fucking even more quickly than when his 
cock had been ramming into her cunt. The harder he fucked, the more avid she 
was about sucking his meat. 

He still had a finger moving inside her rectum, and her sphincter had locked 
itself tightly around the third knuckle while he rubbed the fingertip 
inside. Had her mouth not been so utterly crammed full of prick, she would 
have screamed out her delight. 

Goddamnitalltohell! she thought. This was a game two could play. With her 
own hands she reached for Sharkey's flat ass, and soon had the cheeks 
parted. In almost no time she had the index finger of her left hand pushing 
into his tight, resisting bumhole, pressing against the sphincter, forcing 
it wider until she had shoved two thirds of her finger into him. And from 
the way he bounced, she knew she had reached him. It was the final catalyst 
needed to make him react, and react he did as a thick, gummy wad of 
come-juice came splashing into her throat, oozing right down into her belly. 
It was instantly followed by another flaming shot of gluey cream, and then 
another. 

The hot gism was all Liz needed to ease whatever tension was in her body. 
She lay back, letting the full length of cock hose her entire throat with 
its white fluid, and because she relaxed she reacted to the way his tongue 
was washing her clit and lancing into her own frothing pussy. His lips were 
now pressing on her burning clit as his tongue literally beat at it, 
slapping it up, down and around, and then she began a series of multiple 
orgasms again. Her body bucked and heaved and she gurgled with delight as 
spasm after spasm of wild delight thundered into her. 

The world of orgasm was the most wonderful world of all. It opened pathways 
of delight found nowhere else. One didn't have to travel far to enjoy it, 
nor did one have to spend a lot of money for it. It was there for the taking 
if one knew how to take it. 

His meat slowly softened. Eventually she let it slip from her mouth. Even as 
she did so, she saw it spurt one last tiny, greyish drop of sperm, and she 
sucked it in before letting his cock go. Then, and only then, did his 
lapping tongue stop working on her oversensitive clitoris and she could 
appreciate how wonderful it was to experience a rush of cool air against it, 
feeling the wonderful ministrations of his tongue fade deeper and deeper 
into her mind. It had been something exceptionally wonderful. 

CHAPTER SEVEN 

The experience had been totally unnerving. Liz was left completely 
breathless. Mac Sharkey was no less astonished, himself having been 
thoroughly astounded at the wild thrills he felt as his body still tingled. 
Sharkey, tall, handsome, with a pleasant smile and strong jaw to match his 
rugged body, had known quite a few women in his twenty-five years, but none 
had ever imparted such overwhelming physical satisfaction as this young, 
slender brunette. She was married, but there was no doubt in his mind of her 
extreme youth. Even so, her body had given him the kind of thrill and 
pleasure no other woman had imparted. And he had known experienced women. 
Hell! She was terrific. But .'. . she was married, goddamn it! 

"I'd better be going," he said, getting dressed. "My boss'll wonder what the 
hell happened to me. I'll bet he's been trying to reach me on the car radio 
for the past twenty minutes." 

"Tell him you were helping me carry packages into the house," Liz answered, 
smiling, thrilled with the way he had fucked her. 

She was completely whacked out. After her sixteenth climax she had lost 
count of just how many more she had enjoyed. She'd had no idea it was 
possible for a woman to enjoy so many multiple orgasms. What she did know 
was the fact that she had gotten to him, too, although he wasn't admitting 
it. Yet she had the feeling the next time she called for a cab and made a 
specific request for his cab, he would come running. Though only fifteen, 
Liz was beginning to learn about men. 

She also dressed and walked with him to the door. She wanted to tip him in 
addition to paying the cab fare, but he refused, saying, "You gave me a 
better tip than all the other customers combined." 

"Mac, you were sent from heaven." 

"Hey, you promised before I left you'd tell me what this was all about." 

Quickly, in a few sentences, Liz explained all that had happened to her 
since meeting Crisco, leaving out the messenger boy since she didn't 
consider him to be of any importance." 

"Your husband must be the all-time king of jerks," Sharkey said when she had 
finished. 

"A whole month, Mac. A whole month. I thought I'd go crazy, and if you 
hadn't come along, I might have. I have to see you again. Please!" 

"Friday is my day off," he told her. 

"We can have the whole day together. I'll tell Ed I'm going into the city. 
He won't like it, but I don't much care what he likes or doesn't like 
anymore. Pick me up here at ten?" 

"Ten o'clock it is," Sharkey smiled, and bending down, kissed her softly, 
gently, causing new fires to start simmering inside both of them. 

"I'd better get outta here before your husband comes home and finds us 
rolling on the floor together," he said, finally pulling his lips from hers. 

Before she could answer, he had hurried out the door. 

Liz stood there, staring after him, watching the cab hurry away. She smiled 
thinking of the length and breadth of his fantastic cock. She had held it 
all, though with great effort, and even if she might not be able to take 
anything bigger, what Mac Sharkey had to offer was more than enough. 

It was almost seven in the evening when Ed Crisco came home. He smelled as 
if he'd been working in a sewer half the day, but his hands and face were 
all washed before sitting down to supper with Liz. 

"You really shaped this place up," he told her. 

"Glad you like it," she answered, bored. 

"Yeah, but you still have a snotty mouth. You gotta learn a few manners. I 
don't think I'll give you my sweetmeat to eat." 

Not giving a damn at that moment, Liz merely sneered back at him, "Who 
cares? You can keep it gift-wrapped for some other little kid you feel like 
raping." 

"I'll do just that," Crisco snapped. "She'll like it just as much as you did 
that first time." 

They finished eating silently, then Crisco went into the living room and 
took a nap on the couch. Liz went out and sat by the canal in back of her 
house, wrapped in a coat since the days were already cold. 

An hour later she heard Crisco leave, get into his van, and drive off. He'd 
be looking for some tart in whose cunt he could bury his smelly organ. Well 
that was just fine. Liz was already afraid he would infect her if he plunged 
it into her. 

Her period came that night and stayed with her until Friday morning. Once it 
was over, she douched her cunt out thoroughly. Mac Sharkey was due shortly. 

When Sharkey arrived, still driving his cab even though it was his day off, 
he saw her, prim, tiny, almost helpless-looking. She had on a blue cloth 
coat, under which she was wearing a simple plaid woolen dress. 

Liz felt her heart leap as she got into the front seat of the cab next to 
him. She had left cold sandwiches in the refrigerator along with a note on 
the table telling Crisco she had gone into the city and would be back, and 
that his lunch was where she had put it. 

Two more messengers had arrived during the week, both with similar packets 
to the one Kevin had brought. Neither of the two messengers had been anyone 
she'd known. Before storing the packets away in the iron box, Liz had 
checked each one, seeing each contained ten thousand dollars in bearer 
bonds. This meant there was a total of twenty-five thousand dollars locked 
up in the heavy iron box in the cellar. 

Crisco had been enlarging his construction company and had started five new, 
separate jobs at the same time. He had demanded fifteen percent of the money 
in advance, off the books, and since his rates were much lower than those of 
the competition, the clients more than willingly paid him. He had gone to a 
brokerage firm and converted part of the money into bearer bonds which had 
then sent to his home by a messenger service while he went back to work. 

Liz had seen him working on his books and though she understood almost 
nothing about accounting, she was able to understand he was accepting new 
clients, and as a result was getting in all that money. Three packets had 
arrived, which meant three of the five clients had paid him. There were two 
more packets to go. 

After taking her to the drugstore, Sharkey brought her to his own little 
apartment where Liz saw a lot of medical books. 

"Are you also a doctor?" she asked. 

"No," he replied. "Not yet. I go to medical school in the mornings, Monday 
through Thursday, and I drive the cab to finance everything. Hell! I'd have 
been finished with med school a lot sooner if I'd had enough money to go 
full time. There's this great school out in Colorado where I could finish up 
by June if I had another ten thousand dollars. Then I could go directly into 
a hospital as an intern by July. By the time I establish a residency I'd 
just about be ready to get married." 

"When would that be?" Liz asked. 

"I figure in about four more years." 

"Studying medicine takes up a lot of time," she mused. "You aren't going to 
have nearly as much time for me as I'd like." 

"An occasional Friday, like today," he nodded. "But most of my spare time 
will be taken up studying. I'm taking today off from my books because I'd go 
nuts if I looked at them again." 

"Well then, how about studying some anatomy. My anatomy." 

"Hell, now. I'm going to enjoy your anatomy, not study it. I've even 
darkened the bedroom, pulling down the shades so I can't think of you in 
terms of anything other than a love-object." 

"Here's your object," she smiled. "Love it." 

"Glad to," he muttered, going to her and enclosing her in his arms, pressing 
his open lips to hers, letting his tongue mingle with hers as saliva freely 
flowed from one mouth to another. 

Liz could feel his cock harden through his pants and press against her. It 
got her hot and excited as she sighed. 

The kiss ended and he leaped to his feet, pulling her up with him. 

"Not here," he told her. "Not here. I want it to be right." 

He moved to the bedroom, half dragging her with him. When he reached for the 
light switch she pleaded, "No lights." 

"No lights," he agreed, slamming the bedroom door shut. He was willing to do 
anything to possess her. Darkness enveloped them. 

He didn't know how long it took for him to undress, but as fast as he was, 
she had been faster. When he reached the bed and felt for the top of the 
covers, he touched her form already beneath the blanket. Pulling his side of 
the cover loose. he crawled in next to her, pressing his anxious body 
against the softness of her. 

It was Liz who started things, plunging her moist, hot tongue into Sharkey's 
ear. He jumped and tried to pull away, but she held his head close and 
continued jabbing his ear with her tongue, sending shivers through his body. 
The man hadn't done a ting yet, but Liz felt her heart beating at breakneck 
speed. It was about to happen now-a fabulous seduction. And though she had 
complete control of the situation it thrilled her to know she held such 
power over a man. Juices were already seeping from her crack, coating her 
naked thighs, and the feeling made her clitoris swell and tingle with 
arousal. 

Grabbing Sharkey's trembling hand, she used it to cover her right tit, 
holding it against the soft firmness of the fleshy orb. 

Sharkey gasped, his body trembling even more as he cupped the breast, 
feeling the nipple enlarge as it pressed into his palm. His cock sprang to 
life, making a smear against Liz's thigh as it rubbed it heavily. She pulled 
his head down to her other tit, forcing him to open his mouth so she could 
stuff the firm flesh into his mouth. Sharkey swallowed willingly, still 
unable to believe the young teenaged bride was making love to him again. He 
lay there, unable to think of what to do next, so Liz took his hand and 
pressed his palm more tightly against her boob, showing him how to make 
circles against her flesh. 

Sharkey's entire body was inflamed at the prurient sensations running 
through him. His prick jerked against her again and again, wanting to bury 
itself in her warm, soothing cunt. 

Liz whimpered, "Kiss me, kiss me," and Sharkey let her tit fall from his 
mouth so he could paste his lips to hers, letting his tongue lash at hers. 
For the cab driver no other world existed. His whole universe was 
concentrated in the woman beside him whose mouth burned against his, and 
whose hands were softly pulling on his horn, making it seep more and more. 
He wondered if he would be able to control himself. 

Burning desire seethed through Sharkey. His balls, always very large, were 
tight against his body now, straining to squeeze the sperm from them through 
his solid tubing. His cock palpitated with desire, spasmodically moving her 
knowing hand. 

Liz, herself, was consumed with blistering lust, seeing how easily she was 
succeeding. Her hand continued stroking his penis as she began to take short 
little nips with her teeth from his cheeks and lips. It sent Sharkey into a 
wild frenzy. As her hand went lower and caressed his balls, he emitted tiny, 
animalistic groans. He melted and was her slave to do with as she pleased. 

All the other women had let him. They had lain there while he had done the 
work. That was why he'd found it so difficult to be truly content. None of 
them gave a damn about him. All they'd cared about was what he could do for 
them. And some had only given themselves to him for money and felt nothing. 
But this woman was something else. She was filled with passion, and she 
wasn't waiting to see what he could do. She was proceeding without waiting 
for him. Never before had his flesh burned like this. He was consumed with 
his want for her. 

He wanted her so badly he could feel the ache in his nuts. Goddammit! He 
wanted to fuck her. He wanted to fuck the ass right off her. 

Now he began to take a more active part, rubbing her tits with both hands, 
squeezing them together so he could suck on both nipples simultaneously. His 
cock was a burning spear in her moving hand and he wondered how she could 
hold it without scorching herself. 

She yanked back the covers and began kissing his hairy chest. Her hand 
continued squeezing the shaft of his pecker, and the sight of it in the 
darkness brought her head toward it. She moved her head forward the last 
fraction of an inch and let her tongue touch the staff. She could feel the 
sopping wetness in her cunt and knew she would be all excited, yet the most 
important thing was to satisfy Sharkey. 

Her lips engulfed the solid, rubber-like head of the throbbing putz, and she 
tasted the lubricant as it poured forth. Then she swallowed it, cramming the 
entire cock between her lips, letting it slide along her tongue to the back 
of her throat. She sucked at it voraciously, like a tigress wanting to 
swallow an entire piece of meat at once. 

Sharkey's back arched as he shoved his entire dick into the girl's gaping 
ma. It was a big cock and she was able to take the entire pole with no 
fraction of an inch to spare. Her nose pushed into his curly pubic hair as 
her teeth ran around the base of the cock. His body was bucking fiercely, 
furiously fucking his prick up into her throat. The way Sharkey's body 
jerked made her body tense with anticipation. His pelvis was pressing 
against her in such a way she thought he wanted her to swallow his balls as 
well as his cock. She caressed the scrotum, teasing it with her tickling 
fingers, and from the pulsating beat she felt under the skin at the base of 
Sharkey's cock, Liz now knew the time had come. 

The burning prick throbbed wildly and jets of hot, gooey liquid flooded the 
girl's mouth. It raged down her throat with a wild, seething fury. She 
gulped and gulped, swallowing more and more and still Sharkey's balls 
wouldn't quit. It poured jet after jet of liquid fire into her constricting 
gullet as he yelled, "Suck, you angel. Suck me dry. Suck and suck and suck 
until there's nothing left." 

And suck she did, pulling every bit of gism from the man's exploding prong. 
Her hands gently continued caressing his balls, almost as if she were 
squeezing the heavy juices out of them into her waiting throat. 

Finally there was no more. Sharkey's cock had shrunken to where it was 
barely there. It lay limply against the tip of her satin tongue, completely 
hollow and dried out, now. 

Sharkey lay back on the bed, not only drained of fluid, but drained of 
energy. A great weight seemed to close around him now, especially covering 
his eyelids. 

Still, Liz held onto the limp cock with her lips, her eyes closed, her body 
quivering. In making Sharkey come, she had reached the brink of an orgasm 
herself. And now she remained there, her thighs pressed tightly together, 
her pussylips caressing her swollen clitoris until finally, with a 
convulsion of her own, she felt her climax burst out of her. 

Letting Sharkey's pecker fall from her lips, she collapsed on top of Sharkey 
for the moment, waiting for the overwhelming explosion to pass. Her body 
twitched a few times as the orgasm surged through her, and then it finally 
faded away. 

Opening her eyes, Liz saw Sharkey recovering, and as he did so, he sat up, 
pulled her upright, and began rubbing her nipples, firmly. 

Liz experienced heady thrill after thrill coursing through her burning flesh 
as Sharkey's fingers gouged her firm tits, squeezing and kneading them. She 
breathed heated bolts of breath into Sharkey's ear, whispering, "Do it to 
me, Mac. Do it to me." 

A mild breeze whipped up outside, and the cool air came into the bedroom 
window Sharkey had left slightly open. She felt the cool air wash over her 
naked body. It only served to arouse her all the more. She arched her body 
pushing her breasts into Sharkey's large hands. 

Sharkey pushed her back on the bed and continued caressing one breast while 
beginning to suck on the other. He gobbled as much of her breast into his 
mouth as he possibly could, twining his tongue around the upstanding, 
turgid, blood-filled nipple. He lashed the tiny bud again and again, making 
her writhe and squirm. Where she had been hot before, she was burning now. 

Sharkey let his tense fingers work down as he continued his sucking. His 
hands swept across her solid thighs, groping along her anxious flesh until 
he felt the wiry tangle of hair. When he moved his fingers a bit lower, he 
found her thighs soaked with the outpouring from her yearning slit. 

A blast furnace seemed to come alive in Liz's bosom. Sharkey continued 
sucking on her breasts, avidly pulling them between his lips until the girl 
almost cried out. 

Liz wriggled again, feeling Sharkey press against her. She could feel his 
stiffened prick through her lust. Of her own volition she reached down and 
tugged his massive, swollen organ. Her hand snaked around the stem, feeling 
his cock yank its way loose for an instant before she grabbed it again. 

His prick felt as thick as a fireman's pole and she couldn't wait to fit it 
into the gap between her thighs. She wanted to feel it rammed into her to 
the hilt, stuffing her cunt, leaving no space for air. She wanted it fitted 
in so tightly not even her juices would be able to seep out. 

Sharkey jammed a finger into her soaking twat, moving his body back and 
forth so her hand created friction for his pulsating peter. It throbbed as 
blood filled its sacs, and so Liz continued to gently caress it, running her 
long, delicate fingers over its entire length again and again. She tightened 
her grip and made it twitch, feeling it wanting to grow ever larger though 
it would have been impossible. 

Fireworks burst in many tiny explosions in Sharkey's head causing him to 
work even more feverishly on her small tits. She pushed her breasts into his 
face one more time and crooned. Her hand tightened on his rigid prick, 
yanking it harder and harder. Sharkey turned his body every which way in an 
effort to ease the pressure without loosening her grip on his prong. But it 
was useless. She let go for an instant. He rose, pulling away, as his dick 
wobbled, and then his cock stood stiffly erect, pointing directly at her. 
His balls still hung loosely between his thighs. 

Liz gazed at the pipe of flesh as it moved from side to side, then she 
reached out and cupped his scrotum in her hand, waiting until his wavering 
pike aimed accusingly at her body. 

The weight of his balls seemed too heavy in her hands and she let them 
dangle while she returned her attentions to his dong. She had held the large 
cock in her pussy as well as her mouth, and now, as she looked at it, she 
wondered how she'd managed. 

It was both, longer and thicker than before. And now, as her hand caressed 
it, it seemed to have a will of its own, the glans all puffed, continually 
expanding and contracting as if it were breathing. The bulbous head with its 
sightless eye seemed to be contemplating her. When she leaned forward and 
licked his wrinkled sac, she saw the cock jump. And then he was back on the 
bed beside her. 

Sharkey's hands were suddenly all over her body. They were fondling her 
turgid nipples, rubbing across her flat belly, then dipping into the split 
swelling between her thighs, curling themselves in her pelvic hair, then 
washing over and between her pink labia, fast reddening. 

Liz spread her thighs, allowing Sharkey's fingers to investigate the depth 
of her pussy-explore her inner self as they moved in and out, stopping only 
to caress her clitoris. Her body tingled and her explosive breath came in 
short pants as he kissed her again, letting his tongue fill her mouth as his 
moving fingers filled her hungry cunt. Already she was jerking, keeping 
rhythm to the movement of the fingers inside her. She creamed all over them, 
making his movement easier, but losing a little of the heady thrill. She 
could feel him working with a certain regularity, making even more fluid 
come out as he prepared her pussy to contain his cock. 

Her hand reached out and moved across his solid stomach, once again rubbing 
against his pubic hair as she tried to grab his throbbing prick again. Her 
fingers slid up and down along the rigid rod, and Sharkey began to feel as 
hot as Liz. He had to yank her pounding hand away. 

Throwing her on her back, he used his arms and knees to hover above her. She 
felt the shuddering touch of his slurping cock as he moved between her 
sensitive thighs. As he moved, his hands reached out and squeezed her tits, 
his palms rubbing against the nipples. They stood out redly, now, no longer 
soft but as rigid in their way as his cock. 

Static tingled through Liz's body in one shimmering wave after another 
coming together in her cunt. She felt the burning heat make her pussylips 
burn. 

Sharkey carefully pushed the enlarged head of his prong between the puffy 
outer labia of her box, then waited until she prepared for his thrust before 
inching his way into the deep, dark cavern of her cunt. The swollen, rigid 
pole caused her seething pussylips to part even more. To Liz it felt immense 
as it barreled its way into her. 

Little by little he was forcing the full length of his white-hot poker into 
her. She tried easing the pressure by pulling herself down into the 
mattress, but there was no stopping his hot cock, now. He shoved with all 
his might, feeling his prong slide into the tight, blazing clutch of her 
quim. Her cuntwalls were stretching to their utmost as his pubic hair 
touched hers, twining and intermingling. 

His penetrating cock teased her sucking labia as he spread his body over 
hers. 

Sharkey breathed into her ear as he planted hot, passionate kisses on her 
cheek and mouth. The girl could feel the full length of his rock-hard prick 
as it began working inside her, moving back and forth between her sucking 
inner labia while her outer lips planted continual kisses along all of it. 

The two of them moved together, Liz, adjusting her rhythm to the frantic 
pace he was setting, bouncing her solid ass up and down to meet his plunging 
thrusts. When their stomachs came together, Sharkey slipped his hands under 
her and began kneading her buttocks. This forced his chest against her 
knifing nipples, and sharp sensations rippled through both bodies. Sharkey 
moved even more quickly now, his swollen glans pounding into the glove of 
her seething box, rubbing all walls of the deep, fleshy sleeve. His cock was 
feeling more excited by the moment. 

Her hands pressed his ass into her, pulling on the cheeks as her nails dug 
into them. And Sharkey reciprocated by crushing her solid ass-flesh with his 
own hands. 

Both were perspiring as Sharkey used one hand to roughly yank one of her 
juicy buttocks to the side while the other employed a searching finger, 
seeking out her asshole. Finding the sought-for orifice, he plunged his 
questing finger past the guard of her sphincter, burying it in her rectum up 
to the first knuckle. 

Never once did he break the speedy rhythm of his fucking. In fact, his 
finger aroused her body even more, causing her to speed things up. Sharkey 
moaned, biting her earlobe and then jamming his tongue as far into her ear 
as it would go. He squirmed his prong around inside her blazing box, socking 
it all the way into her again and again. 

Liz felt him stiffen and knew he was about to come. And then the fiery fluid 
came spurting into her pussy, adding to the pent-up heat building there, 
causing her own sensations to build sharply. She thrust her loins forward to 
continue the contact with his lunging cock, and as his liquid soaked its way 
into her womb she felt her own climax overpower her. Jets of her own, 
colorless seminal fluid coated his staff as her pussylips squeezed and 
squeezed, trying to drain every last drop of sperm from him. 

Holding Sharkey tightly, she waited as a series of orgasms followed, each 
tumbling on the other, each causing her to crush him to her more tightly. 

"That was marvelous," she finally murmured, holding him against her, still 
feeling the sensation of the hairs on his chest as they tickled her 
oversensitive nipples. 

"I've never known a woman like you," he muttered, letting his head rest on 
her bosom, his tongue trying to play with her still-distended nipples. "I 
wish we could stay like this forever. Hell, even after a strong orgasm like 
the last one I'm still hard." 

"I know," she smiled, squeezing his stiff cock with her labia. "I can feel 
it." And she could. It still moved inside her, hard, strong, and hot, 
teasing her cunt back to life. 

Gently, she pressed his head against her breast as he continued fondling her 
nipples with his tongue. She wanted that cock moving in her again as quickly 
as possible. She had first come to appreciate the pleasures of sex only two 
months earlier, and now that she knew what it was to have a multiple orgasm, 
she wanted another one. She wanted to keep on coming until her soul floated 
free of the rest of her body. She wanted to come until the burning in her 
cunt was finally assuaged and soothed by the continual flow of their mutual 
juices. 

She caressed Sharkey's hair, letting her fingers trace patterns on the nape 
of his neck, feeling him shudder at the touch of her fingertips. Now his 
still-solid prick began moving inside her broiling nookie in earnest. His 
body was coming back to life, and she impatiently moved her own loins in an 
effort to galvanize him into full action once again. He began pumping with 
long, slow thrusts, and before he'd pushed into her a dozen times, a second 
series of multiple orgasms surrounded her. 

Sharkey felt the way her voracious cunt was contracting against his hungry 
cock, and though he kept on plunging it into her, he knew it would be a long 
time before he might come again. So he waited until she'd finished coming, 
then said, "I want to use your ass. I have to." And he pulled his mighty 
prong, stiff and shiny with their mingled fluids from her quim. 

Using his shoulders, he raised her thighs higher, for rather than turn her 
over, he wanted to enter her asshole this way. 

Her solid, tanned buttocks seemed closed to him, at first. But he pushed his 
prong against the puckered brown ring of her anus, forcing the muscle to 
slowly but surely yield. He shoved his thick cock into the all-but-dry 
asshole, and the enlarged point began sinking in. 

Liz lurched forward and moaned as a combined sensation of pain and pleasure 
rippled through her body. She let her thighs dangle over his shoulders now, 
content to let him do most of the work as she bore her weight on her 
shoulders. 

He rammed into her one more time, burying his oversized prick in her rectum 
to its very depths. New sensations followed old ones as she realized she 
would always enjoy being sodomized. 

Sharkey withdrew his cock part of the way, then rammed it forward again. He 
repeated the maneuver, ramming it all the way into her hole again, his 
stomach slapping up against the backs of her thighs. He reached down with 
his thumb and began rubbing it against her swollen clit. Liz began to 
breathe heavily, sighing with each forward thrust as his thumb continued 
rubbing her clit. 

Now he began hammering his cock into her ass with quicker, shorter thrusts, 
feeling her sphincter almost crush his cock, all the sensitive nerves in it 
tingling. Heated sperm came boiling up again, rushing through his tube and 
emptying itself in her anal canal, and now the girl began experiencing a 
series of her first anal orgasms, shuddering and quivering, her tight ass 
doing an orgiastic dance around the pole impaling it. Even so, his finger 
continued working on her clitoris, and while one set of orgasms blanketed 
her, a multiplicity of vaginal orgasms swept over her again, completely 
engulfing her. 

"Once more," she begged. "I have to come at least once more. Please." 

"I don't have the strength," Sharkey admitted, pulling his now-limp cock 
from her steaming asshole. "I'll never get it up again." 

"Then eat me," she begged. "Please." 

There was no way he could refuse her. He thought her heat was due solely to 
his lovemaking, and having gotten her to this point, he felt it his 
obligation to bring her total relief. 

He moved down, smelling the muskiness of her pussy, a fragrance he found 
delightful and pleasing. When he looked at the slot he had fucked, minutes 
before, he saw it was ready. It seemed to blow kisses to him, longing to 
have his tongue lick her juicy hole. Her legs wrapped themselves around his 
head and pulled his face into her burning muff. Her thighs closed around 
him, and as his tongue probed into her aching quim, she began churning 
violently, undulating in hard, tiny circles. The delightful natural perfume 
of her slit filled his nostrils as his tongue slurped away. He drank of the 
liquid her box was expelling as his tongue speared into the very center of 
her, touching her upper, lower, and side walls. Then he slid his tongue out 
and pressed it flat against her straining clitoris. Taking the bud of flesh 
between his lips, he sucked heavily on it, then let his tongue twirl around 
it furiously before driving it into her pussy once more. 

Liz felt every move his tongue made, and it was like a million electric 
needles playing havoc with her cunt. She almost smashed Sharkey's nose, 
heaving her rump up so he could lick inside her box once more. His tongue 
continued the trip from the red-hot clit to the white-hot tunnel, circling 
and reaming, sucking and slurping, working and re-working. Her pink cuntlips 
were a bright, fiery red. 

In order to increase Liz's feelings even more, Sharkey pushed a finger into 
her asshole where his cock had only recently plundered, and it made the girl 
go into a greater frenzy. He had no trouble burying his entire finger in her 
rectum. It caused her to fall all the way back and spread her thighs to 
their limits. He pressed his face against the soaking outer labia as he 
drove his tongue all the way in. 

Now Liz could feel it coming. It was the orgasm to end all orgasms. This one 
didn't crawl up on her and swallow her up. Rather it rushed at her like an 
immense tidal wave. It was higher, deeper, and more intense than anything 
she had ever felt before. It towered over her, then fell on her like a huge 
building, completely overpowering, engulfing, and drowning her. It buffeted 
her back and forth, and she flung her body from side to side, her encircling 
thighs holding Sharkey against her; making him move with her. First one 
climax, then another, then a third, and then another anal climax. She 
screamed and screamed again, unable to contain everything inside her. Her 
cunt was a great, big, boiling and overflowing container, spewing up 
climaxes the way a volcano erupted. And then, when the feeling was too good 
to believe, she fainted. 

Her return to reality was followed by another session and yet another. It 
was after five when they decided they'd had enough. Liz lost count of all 
the climaxes she had enjoyed, while Sharkey had experienced seven separate 
total culminations. He was completely worn out, and where he would find the 
strength to eventually drive her home was beyond her. 

"Liz," he told her as they finished dressing. "I like you very much. In 
fact, I like you too much. You're a married woman, which by itself means 
you're not the best thing in the world for me. But I'm serious about my 
medical studies. I must pass. It's vital to me to become a doctor." 

"If I go on seeing you I won't have any time left for studying. I'm sorry 
Liz, but I've been thinking about it all afternoon. The more I enjoyed 
myself with you, the more I realized I'm going to have to stop seeing you, 
at least for awhile." 

Liz didn't know what to say. She felt as if a building had collapsed on top 
of her. Here was the kind of man she had really wanted-needed in fact. And 
now he was turning away from her. All the love she had been prepared to give 
her husband she had now been ready to bestow on this man, and he, like Ed 
Crisco, was rejecting her. Crisco had been cruel and callous about, killing 
any feeling she might have had for him, but this man was telling her he 
still loved her, not even allowing her the opportunity to despise him. And 
yet, he was right. He did have a life of his own, and he was the only one 
who could build it. 

Looking up at him, she nodded and said, "I understand." 

CHAPTER EIGHT 

It was a cold hard world, and at the tender age of fifteen, Liz Crisco found 
herself learning about men the hard way. All of them, good, bad, or 
indifferent were out for themselves. It was the way of all animals. 

Why then, should she be any different. From now on it was Liz for Liz, 
seeing what she could get from men. 

Her husband remained indifferent to her need for sex, and with Mac Sharkey 
gone that need was greater than ever. Crisco had merely given her the 
faintest inkling of what fucking was all about. It had remained for Sharkey 
to really open her eyes to the wonders of cock and cunt. But Sharkey was no 
longer around. 

Yet she knew instinctively that men coveted her body as much as she, 
herself, coveted a good cock. The only reason her husband was so blase about 
screwing her was she was his wife. She belonged to him. She was no longer 
forbidden fruit. He could have her any time he wanted, and knowing that 
turned him off. 

Yes, she wanted some good cock, but from now on she wasn't simply giving it 
away. Any man who really wanted her would have to pay for it one way or 
another, no matter how much she craved masculine meat. 

The first man to do so arrived at her house only three days after she'd been 
with Sharkey. Her weekend had been miserable, with Crisco continually 
taunting her, even waving his cock in front of her eyes, cruelly teasing 
her, letting her know she wasn't going to get it until she fell on her knees 
and begged him to let her suck it. Liz, hotter than ever after her day with 
Sharkey, almost went to her knees to plead for a taste of his wang. Only a 
strong inner pride restrained her. The hell with him. 

"One day I'm gonna throw you the fuck outta here, wife or no wife," he 
snapped, just before going to work that Monday morning. 

"And I'll sue you for everything you own," she snapped back. 

Angrily, she cleared the table of the breakfast dishes, and was about to 
relax after he was gone when she heard the doorbell ring. Answering it, she 
found herself confronted by a short, dark man wearing black, horn-rimmed 
glasses. He had on a dark suit, and the phony smile pasted on his mouth was 
obviously a business smile. He carried a small satchel with him, and the 
moment he saw how lovely Liz looked, his pasted-on smile became a wide grin. 

"Good morning you lady, may I speak with your mother," he began. 

"That line's older than the two of us put together," she snapped. "I'm the 
lady of the house, and don't tell me how young and lovely I am. It's been 
said before." 

"Yes, well, my name is Phil Anders. I represent the Sheer Hosiery Lingerie 
Company. Rather than wait for you lovely ladies to come into the stores, we 
sell our merchandise directly in the home, making shopping so much easier 
for you." 

"And just what is it you're pushing this week?" Liz asked. 

"Panty hose," he replied, smiling. "Can I interest you in the newest, 
sheerest product ever made?" 

"Sure," Liz answered, smiling back. "Come on in." 

Here was the perfect man to start her campaign. He didn't have much money, 
but if she could con him into giving her a half dozen free pair of panty 
hose, she would be on her way. 

She ushered him into the living room and invited him to put his satchel on 
the old, scratched coffee table. 

"What size to you wear?" he asked. 

Liz told him and he nodded, then took out a tape measure, and she said, "I 
just told you my size. Why the tape measure?" 

"We custom-fit everything," he replied. "I have different kinds of panty 
hose in your size. I want to find the one with exactly the right length. I 
have to measure your inseam." 

He was a clever son of a bitch. He was looking to cop a feel or two, and was 
using the tape measure as an excuse. She was willing to bet he never 
bothered measuring the old, ugly, or overweight women. 

"Would you mind removing your skirt?" he asked. 

A voyeur, too. He not only wanted to feel, but he wanted to see what he was 
feeling. 

"Sure," she agreed, and undid her miniskirt, leaving it on a nearby chair. 

She watched the way his eyes immediately went to the dark brush on her pubic 
mound. Her sheer nylon panty did little to hide her feminine beauty, and she 
noticed his eyes remained glued there as he spoke to her. 

"Uhh... yes... well... could you open your... uhhh... legs a little." 

Smiling, Liz parted her thighs and stood there. She waited as he approached 
her with the tape measure. She felt him press the leather V at the top of 
the tape measure into her groin, and as his fingers rubbed her there she 
felt herself getting wet. He took nearly a minute and a half getting the 
length of her legs, and even when he was finished his fingers lingered there 
a few moments. 

"We also have a line of Francine of Paris bras," he told her when the 
measuring was done. 

"And I suppose those are also custom-fitted?" 

"Certainly." 

"Well, why not." 

"You'll have to remove your old bra and let me measure your breasts." 

"Of course," she smiled, taking off her blouse and unhooking her bra. 

She removed it slowly, letting him get a long look at her firm, upstanding 
tits. She could see his mouth watering. 

He used the tape measure first to get her size. 

The he tried using it to get her cup size, his palms rubbing her nipples the 
whole time, feeling the swell in the center of his hands, becoming hard, 
spongy spikes of firm flesh. At one point he got carried away and lowered 
his mouth to her tits, sucking on her right nipple. 

Gently, Liz disengaged his mouth from her breast, saying, "I din't know you 
had a measuring device attached to your tongue." 

"God!" he murmured. "You're beautiful. Let me kiss those wonderful boobs 
again." 

"Is that part of the measurement?" 

"Please, please, you taste so fresh, so young, so delicious." 

"Sure," she smiled at him. "You just go to your car and bring me one of 
every different kind of bra you have in my size." 

"These are expensive bras," he told her. "Each one goes for twenty dollars." 

"Good. I've always wanted a line of expensive bras." 

"B... b... but... " 

"You don't have to, you know," she said, slipping into her old brassier 
again. 

"No, wait. I'll get them. But I want more than to just suck on your tits. I 
have five different bras your size in my wagon. That's a hundred dollars 
worth of merchandise." 

"Retail," she reminded him. "Wholesale I'll bet it comes closer to thirty or 
forty dollars, if that much." 

"It's still one helluva lot of commission lost on my part, not to mention 
what I have to pay the company." 

"I think you'll find I'm worth it." 

"That's what I mean. For all that merchandise I want more than a tit to 
suck." 

"Maybe I'll let you kiss my pussy." 

"I wanna do more than kiss it. I wanna pole it." 

"Sure, sure. All you have to do is bring me a dozen pairs of panty hose, in 
my size, in addition to the bras, as well as a box of panties, too. I wear a 
size eight panty." 

"Lady, you're asking for more than two hundred and fifty dollars in 
merchandise." 

"I told you, I'm worth it. You'll see." 

"Yeah, well you'd better be worth it." 

"Hey look, I wasn't the one who came knocking at your door. You came to me. 
If you think the price is too high, we'll just forget it." And she turned 
around and wiggled her rump, letting him see the full, tight asscheeks wink 
at him. 

"Okay," he agreed. "Okay. You win. Christ! I gotta have you." 

Go get the stuff, first." 

So he went out to his station wagon and brought her the bras, panties, and 
panty hose she had requested. Then he wrote up an order, filled in the 
amount, and wrote PAID on the order, and gave one copy to her while keeping 
the other copy for himself. And all the time it took all his strength to 
keep from letting his drool fall all over his chest. 

Liz put the dainties away, then said, "Now let's you and I get down to 
business. You do exactly as I say and we'll both have a good time." 

"Just say the word, lady." 

"To begin with, why don't you sit in the chair over there, near the window." 

She pointed to the chair near the window overlooking the bay. As he sat she 
could see the light from the window fall on his crotch, and there was no 
mistaking the hard bulge there, letting her know she affected him even more 
strongly than she had originally believed. Here he was with an erection 
without her touching him. 

The water on the bay was calm, but there were not boats drifting by. There 
would be no one to spy on what she was about to do. 

He looked up at her, curious as to what she had in mind. Liz, still being 
young and ingenuous didn't have anything more exotic in mind that was 
different from what she had done with Kevin and Sharkey. 

"You know," she said, reaching out and laying her hand flatly on the bulge 
in his crotch, "you aren't the only one with a measure in his mouth." 

"Huh?" was all he could say as her tapered fingers closed tightly around the 
bulge of his phallic rod. 

He melted as he stared into her youthful, lovely face with its wide-set eyes 
and full, cushiony mouth. The perfect shape of her lips was being licked by 
the tip of her tongue, making them moist and shiny, and when she smiled, she 
revealed a perfect set of pearl-white teeth. 

Staring at her, his body began to tremble with anticipation. He could barely 
contain himself. He shivered even more when her fingers pulled down the 
zipper of his fly. She did it slowly. tantalizingly, letting static stutter 
its way through his eager balls. 

"We're going to have a very nice time together, aren't we?" she asked, her 
hand beginning to pull his shirt out of his pants. Still squatting in front 
of him, she leaned forward, as if anxious to see what she could pull out of 
his fly. 

He could see the hardness of the nipples as they pressed against the bra she 
had put on. They were solid little pinkies straining to free themselves from 
the harness. He gazed at them with his mouth half open, his tongue hanging 
partly out, and then he jumped as her hand squeezed his prick again, sending 
a blast of steam heat through his testicles. 

She tugged lightly on the stiff pole once or twice, then very deliberately, 
knowing they had the whole morning to themselves, she let her fingers slide 
away from it and concentrated on taking off his clothes. Deftly she unhooked 
his pants, then she pulled them down to his hips. Her cool fingertips 
slipped into the elastic waistband of his undershorts and began pulling them 
down, as well. Then they, too, got to his hips, she pulled them down 
together. She tugged them past the place where his buttocks met the chair, 
and only then did she allow him to see how excited she was at the sight of 
his swollen shaft. 

"How beautiful," she murmured endearingly, her two hands caressing his 
short, stubby cock together. "It really has breadth to it." 

Actually breadth was all it had. It certainly lacked length, being no more 
than five inches. 

And then he trembled again as one of her hands slid into his groin and 
squeezed around his balls as she let her hot breath cover his vellicating 
cock. The solid member was still higher than her face and she breathed 
straight up, making it strain tightly. He gasped as one hand stroked his 
shaft while the other tickled his balls. 

"Tell me," she asked, "how many women have you made it with since you've 
been selling this way?" 

"A few," he mumbled, afraid to talk any louder for fear of yelling for joy. 

"I've never been fucked by a salesman before. Are you good?" 

"I hope so," he all but squealed. He was having the utmost difficulty 
controlling himself. The way her fingers tantalized and lightly fooled 
around with his genitals had him near insanity. 

"Were the other women good?" she asked. "They were all right," he whispered, 
a drop of perspiration running down his neck. 

"Did any of them ever suck this luscious thing?" 

"No," he whimpered, almost crying at the strain he felt. 

And then his hands were trying to tear her bra off. 

"Relax," she murmured. "I know you like looking at and feeling my breasts." 

But she wasn't looking into his anxious eyes. Rather she was staring at the 
tiny slit in the head of his penis as a rivulet of transparent stickiness 
came seeping out, ready to drip down the underside. Her tongue once again 
caressed her lips. 

He finally unsnapped the bra again and all but tore off the undergarment. 
Once again he had a good look at her firm, round breasts with their pink 
aureolae and rich-looking, blood-swollen nipples. His hands grabbed at them, 
pressing the nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, caressing their 
leathery suppleness. 

"Has your wonderful cock ever been sucked?" she asked. 

"Uhhh... no," he finally admitted, quivering at the dreamy look in her eyes 
as she contemplated the lubricant-smeared glans. 

"Doesn't your wife ever taste it?" she asked, assuming he was married. 

He shook his head silently as beads of sweat broke out all over his 
forehead, affirming her suspicion that he was married was correct. 

"Not even once?" she asked, incredulous that a woman wouldn't want to suck a 
cock, forgetting how reticent she had been until Crisco had forced her to 
suck his. 

"We'll have to do something about that, won't we," she said, staring at the 
sticky droplet enlarging on the head of his stubby prick. 

A hungering yearning was written all over her face, her young girlish 
countenance, as she moved closer to his throbbing, pulsing cock. Her 
nostrils flared as she caught the faint scent of his maleness through the 
heavy deodorant soap he used. She was filled with an uncontrolled passion to 
taste him. And then her slippery pink tongue, like that of a striking cobra, 
lunged out, snapped up the bead of lubrication, and licked lightly against 
the underside of his throbbing cock. 

Anders jumped as if touched with a high voltage wire, his fingers and thumbs 
pressing tightly on the rubbery points of her swollen nipples until he 
almost crushed them. Then he leaned back, closed his eyes, and waited for 
her tongue again, anticipating it anxiously. 

It pressed against the underpart of his throbbing cock and this time 
remained there, slithering up and down a fraction of an inch against the 
point where his glans was joined to the rest of his quivering pike. Her fist 
gripped the lower part of the stalk, making the huge knob resemble the top 
of a mosque as she held the prick upright. Her tonguetip trailed down along 
the underside, moving very slowly, letting the cool breeze coming in through 
the slightly open window tickle that part of his cock where her saliva was 
already evaporating. When her tongue got to where her fist was clutching the 
solid shaft, it reversed direction and went licking its way right back up, 
swallowing the seeping globs of sticky ointment being emitted by the burning 
member. 

Anders tried gripping her small, smooth tits in order to haul her up. They 
had the firmness of youth and the smoothness of satin. 

"Not yet," she murmured, then went back to tonguing his rattled cock, her 
hand, now resting on his balls, feeling the beginnings of turmoil down 
there. "We'll fuck," she told him, "when I'm ready." 

She began sucking now, applying strong pressure with the ring of her lips as 
her tongue continued wildly licking up and down. She was rewarded with 
heavier flows of lubrication. The fluid completely washed the head of the 
dome of cock now covered by her pursing lips and her tongue washed it all 
away down her hungering throat. 

His fingers twined themselves in her black hair, gripping tightly as the 
fury in his balls mounted ever higher. His bespectabled eyes were staring, 
almost unbelievingly, watching the way her sheath-like mouth closely fitted 
itself around his broiling cock. He whimpered as her hot, wet mouth massaged 
the throbbing probe, her tongue whipping from side to side causing pure 
insanity to invade his body. 

He tightened his hold on her hair, yanking her face down into his aching 
crotch. The throbbing point of his lascivious prick was already embedded at 
the back of her mouth as her lips and tongue sucked the hair-surrounded 
root. He could feel her forehead pressing into his pelvis as her two hands 
lightly cupped and pressed his scrotum between them, almost squeezing as if 
they were the teats of cows waiting to be milked. Her eyes were now closed 
as she was completely lost in the utter enjoyment of what she was doing, 
feeling the solid pylon slide to and fro inside her jaws, thrilling to the 
silky feel of its outer layer of sliding skin. 

Her mouth rose to the top of the shaft, her warm, full, eager lips 
tantalizing the corona, sliding back, forth and around over the fleshy rim, 
making him twitch so strongly he almost lost total control of himself. 

His fingers were squeezing together in her hair, almost tugging it out by 
the roots. Her gorgeous, small tits dangled like tiny spherical worlds, and 
for all that he was enjoying her sucking, he felt he had to hold at least 
one tit, and so released her hair with his left hand, reached down, and 
began squeezing the firmness of her fleshy orb. 

Liz let her mouth slide down along the length of his cock again, her hands 
feeling the way his balls had tightened against his body in a solid, hard, 
hairy mass. She could taste the way the cap of his penis was expanding and 
contracting, swelling ever larger, preparing to unleash its liquid fire into 
her throat. She timed the bobbing of her head to coincide with the way his 
hand was squeezing her tit, going almost totally out of her own mind from 
the pressure he was applying. 

Still squatting, she moved forward just a little in the hope of stabbing the 
far end of her throat with his prick point. It just wasn't long enough. She 
couldn't swallow it any deeper into her mouth, though it was broad enough 
and stretched her cheeks to the utmost. Short, erratic bursts of heavy 
lubrication shot into her throat again and again and she swallowed, spurred 
by the taste. 

His hips began erratically humping forward. She could feel the rubbery knob 
of his seething cock rub against the soft part of her palate as it began 
swelling even more, preparing to offer its libation of semen. She squeezed 
his balls hard in some kind of way expecting she might delay the heavy 
spurts. Her cheeks hollowed as her lips stuck tightly to the cock base. Even 
so, his plunging hips forced the short, stubby prong to slide back and forth 
somewhat. 

It was impossible for him to continue heaving his pelvis into her face while 
clutching her tit, so he finally released the swollen boob and went back to 
tightly clutching her dark hair. He was flung way back in the chair, his 
head back and his face pointed toward the ceiling. His eyes were closed, his 
mouth was open, and the full length of his tongue lolled out to the left 
side. 

He could feel it rising inside him, but it was so delightful he wanted to 
delay it. He did his best to restrain his thrusting, but he pumped in spite 
of himself. Liz's lips and tongue were well-oiled machines as they continued 
working on his bursting penis. He restrained himself as hard as possible, 
but it was no use. He erupted violently, powerfully, uncontrollably into her 
mouth. She felt his hips churn into a wild consortium of insane spasms, 
uncontrollably slamming into her face as he spurted shot after heavy shot of 
white, milky serum down her throat. 

Liz gulped and drank the sticky flow, at the same time letting her tongue 
charge madly back and forth against the tingling, oversensitive underside of 
his already-wilting cock. The wonderful, delicious flowing of the stuttering 
liquid filled her throat with wonder and delight. The smoothness of his 
short thickness was another deliciousness she enjoyed. His come was actually 
sweet, and she drank it avidly, enjoying every last drop of it. She was 
actually disappointed when it quickly slowed down-his "well" temporarily 
running dry. Reluctantly, she let her mouth ease away from around the wilted 
staff, her tongue licking here and there to catch any little drop she might 
have missed. 

"My God!" was all he could say. 

"Good, huh," she countered. 

"I've never had anyone do that to me. It was the first time, and Jesus! It 
was fantastic." 

Her fingers trailed over his shrunken penis, lightly caressing it, noting it 
shriveled a little, but not nearly as much as some larger poles she'd seen. 
Sharkey's immense phallus almost disappeared when it wasn't being used. 
Maybe it was better that way. It swelled to monstrous proportions when 
needed, then shrank back out of the way when there was no use for it. 

"Want a drink?" she asked. 

Since being married to Crisco she realized men liked all kinds of whiskey. 
There was always a bottle of something-or-other lying around in the kitchen. 

"I need it," he nodded. 

She went to the kitchen, naked but for the panty and panty hose she still 
wore. She found a bottle of scotch, poured about an inch into a water glass, 
and brought it back to him. He downed it in one gulp, then sat back to rest 
for a moment. Her fingers began to idly play with his penis, and in only a 
few short minutes it began swelling again until, in almost no time it was at 
its full size again. Considering how thick it was, Liz thought the man had 
been cheated in length. It should have been three or four inches longer. She 
blew on it, this time with cool breath, and the phallic wand reacted 
accordingly twitching and tugging as if anxious to go to work again. 

"I haven't been able to get it up twice in one day, much less twice in one 
hour for years," he murmured, awed by what her touch was doing. 

He could feel a new pulsing in his groin letting him know he was hot all 
over again. He put his glass down, then reached down with his hand and began 
massaging her left tit, feeling the swelling nipple almost rake his palm. 
Liz's fingers continued caressing the steam pole between his thighs, teasing 
it in such a way he though he might spurt then and there, out in the open. 

She raised her face to his and he kissed her. She could taste the whiskey on 
his breath and it aroused her. She took the time to remove his glasses and 
tuck them in the pocket of his suit jacket, then returned to him, standing 
up, holding her breasts cupped with her hands as if offering them to him. 
Then she moved forward and plunged her right breast into his waiting open 
mouth. She felt his tongue immediately press itself flat against the nipple 
and rub, and she began breathing more stertorously. The heat had been 
building in her ever since he'd first touched her pussy when he'd been 
"measuring" her for the panty hose. All during the time she'd caressed and 
sucked his cock the heat had continued building inside her own body. When he 
had come, the sensation had been so overpowering to her she nearly had an 
orgasm of her own. But nearly wasn't good enough. It didn't count. Had he 
knelt before her and pressed his face to her damp crotch, she would have 
been more than happy to let him eat her to a climax. But having never been 
blown prior to his experience with her, it was obvious he had never done any 
cuntlapping, and if she suggested it, he might be turned off, then take off, 
and she needed to be satisfied. 

Lying down on the moth-eaten carpet, she spread her thighs and whispered, 
"Fuck me, now!" 

She felt him tear off her panty and hose, then fall onto her, his slight 
body surprisingly heavy. She shuddered feeling his wonderful weight, just as 
he thrilled to the paradise of her warm, soft body as her thighs twined 
around him. Her hands held her tits as if for support as her body anxiously 
awaited the lance of his stubby prick. And she was more than gratified when 
the dome of his anxious prick thrust open the coral gates of her yearning 
pussy. 

"Ooooooohhh," she sighed, feeling the heavy thickness of it part her inner 
walls as an overpowering beatitude charged through her tensed body. She 
humped her hips straight up, forcing the full length of the thick pillar 
into her tight, squeezing cunt. The burning, soaking walls of her sopping 
pussy slurped around the obtruder, making loud, slurping and sucking noises. 

"Fuck it to me hard," she muttered. 

"Very hard," he gasped, realizing her begging only made him want to screw 
her until she pleaded she had enough. His mouth crushed against hers as her 
arms and legs twined about his body the way a spider encloses its victim 
before destroying it. 

She could taste the burning whiskey while he, through the coating of alcohol 
on his tongue, could taste his own come in her mouth. She sucked madly, 
tugging his tongue into her throat while she was writhed with her hips, 
trying to pull his stubby cock even more deeply into her seething box. 

With his weight on his knees he withdrew until his short prong had the rim 
of its thick corona at the entrance to her vaginal slot, then he rotated it 
around and around inside, teasing the elasticity of her pussylips. How long 
he could go on that way neither of them knew, but both enjoyed it, thrilling 
to the agonizing rapture burning in them as his heavy, pulsating prong once 
again sank into the tightly gripping eagerness of her burning cunt. 

Bracing her heels on the floor, she bounced hard, doing her best to suck in 
more cock, unable to do so since there was no more cock to pull in. The 
helmet of his maniacal phallus was reaming back and forth inside her, 
driving the upper wall of her tight vagina, where she had all her inner 
nerves, crazy. He fucked faster and harder, and almost instantly that 
lurking orgasm decided to make an appearance. She reached out and grabbed an 
asscheek in each hand, plunging his body tightly against hers as she gasped, 
"Please... please... please... " 

Totally out of control, Anders crammed his flaming prick into her again and 
again, shuddering as her nails sank into his asscheeks. Her left forefinger 
found his anal entrance and slowly but surely wormed its way in, making his 
thrusting all the harder. Her back arched like a bent bow, raising both 
their bodies up, and his head, now bent lower itself, felt one of her tits 
rubbing against his mouth. The mouth opened and gobbled up the sweet boob 
and sucked madly as his tongue whipped itself across the nipple over and 
over. Soon his throat was filled with the small compactness of her firm 
breast, just as her cunt was jam-packed with his cock. 

"Aaaaahhhh," she began to yell. "Ooooohhhh . yessssss... " 

"Yes it is," he said, letting her tit fall from his mouth as he pulled back 
as far as he could go and slammed into her. His head moved from one tit to 
the other, his tongue licking one nipple at a time. "Yes," he said again, 
pronging it deep into her flaming foyer. "Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes." 

He went on again and again, and with each "yes" he plunged into her as far 
as his midget salami would go. He was slamming into her seething cunt with a 
wild, regulated beat, his heavy prick a churning piston continually plugging 
away inside her as if trying to fill her gap over and over. 

Her orgasm had already come forward and was teetering, as it were, on the 
edge of her clutching pussylips. Now her nails drove more deeply into his 
ass while one finger shoved in and out of his asshole, and then, suddenly, 
it came rocketing through her like a series of sabre-jets, one following 
another into the holocaust of total sensation as her climax completely 
overwhelmed her. 

Her heat was too much for Phil Anders, and moments later, he shot a second 
wad into her, pounding and fucking like crazy until he was a limp dishrag 
she was able to throw off her. 

He needed two hours to regain his strength after that, leaving only minutes 
before Ed Crisco came home for lunch. 

CHAPTER NINE 

A messenger arrived that afternoon with another package of bearer bonds. 
This was an unusually thick package, and when Liz opened it and counted it, 
she found fifteen thousand dollars worth of bonds inside. By now, Ed Crisco 
had forty thousand dollars worth" of bearer bonds in his iron box. It wasn't 
really illegal money, but it was money he had not reported earning in order 
to avoid paying taxes. 

Two mornings later another messenger arrived with a fifth package, this time 
totaling ten thousand dollars. Now there was fifty thousand dollars safely 
locked up in the heavy iron box in the basement. 

Liz felt herself getting hornier and hornier with the passing days. No 
salesman had stopped by, and when she went shopping, calling a cab, it 
hadn't been Mac Sharkey's cab. The cabby had been a grubby little old man 
close to sixty. One look and it was obvious sex was the farthest thing from 
his mind. 

Feeling disappointed, she returned from her shopping trip, put away the 
groceries, and decided to take a hot bath. It was while she was in the tub 
that she heard noises. Getting out of the tub, she wrapped a terrycloth robe 
around herself and went to see what was causing the sounds. She stepped into 
the bedroom and saw two men, both with heavy four day beards, both dressed 
shabbily, both looking through the dresser drawers. 

"What are you doing here?" she asked, terrified. 

"She wants to know what we're doing here," the first one, the older, more 
grizzled one laughed. "Walter, d'you think we should tell her what we're 
doing here?" 

He had white hair, and even the stubble on his chin looked like a mixture of 
salt and pepper. 

The younger one, the one called Walter, laughed with his companion, and 
said, "Sure Freddy, let's tell the lady why we're here." 

He had a slight accent in his voice, though Liz couldn't detect what kind of 
accent it was. In addition to the stubble on his face he had a heavy black 
mustache on his upper lip, though it was a raggedy thing. 

"We're here to rob you, lady," the one called Walter told her. "Now you be a 
good girl and sit on the bed and nothing'll happen to you... unless we don't 
find any jewelry or money, in which case we'll have to find something else 
to take." 

She fought the mounting panic inside as she sat on the bed, watching the two 
men go through the drawers. She had to try and reason with them in the hope 
of getting them out of the house. Her lower jaw trembled as she opened it to 
speak. She looked up at the older man, ragged, covered with scars and dirt. 

"Look" she told them, "there's nothing of value here. You'd better get out 
before my husband gets back. He's built like a bull and he'll kill both of 
you." 

"You hear that, Walter?" the older man laughed, his voice high-pitched, yet 
gravelly. "Her old man is gonna kill us." 

"Well I guess that means we can't take the time to search the whole house," 
Walter laughed. "And if we can't take money, we gotta take something else." 

"What are you talking about?" Liz asked, terrified. 

"How about some pussy," Walter replied. 

For the first time since meeting Ed Crisco, Liz was completely turned off 
the idea of sex. To mate with either of the two men seemed disgusting to 
her. 

But even as she rejected the idea, Freddy, the older man, was reaching for 
her body, grabbing her tits through the terrycloth robe and roughly 
squeezing them. 

"Hey!" Walter called out from Crisco's closet. "Look what I found. A camera, 
and it's loaded with film. Let's take pictures of each other fucking her." 

"Stop it!" Liz yelled. "Stop it and get out of here." 

Freddy seemed surprised by her attempt to struggle. The leer on his face 
turned to a frown as he snapped, "You shut y'fuckin' mouth, kid." 

"I'm just a girl," she whimpered. "It's mandatory rape if either one of you 
is caught." 

"I told you t'shut up," Freddy snapped, and smacked her across her face with 
his palm. 

Liz felt the blow rock her and she was thrown across the bed. Her mouth 
opened to scream, but before she could do so, a filthy hand clamped itself 
across her lower face while his other hand twisted her arm up behind her 
back. Her eyes swelled and almost bugged out of her head as the filthy 
fingers pressed against her partly opened lips. She trembled with fear and 
revulsion. This was a nightmare. Who could believe something like this was 
happening to her? She moaned against the hand clamped over her mouth, 
feeling the rough, calloused skin scrape against her lips. The inside of her 
brain rang with the screams she wanted to release. She struggled wildly but 
felt helplessly pinned. 

He had her arm twisted almost to where it would break. She thought she would 
faint from the pain. But there was something worse than the pain waiting for 
her. The younger man with the ragged mustache was staring at her, drooling. 
The sight of him made her struggle harder, but it was no use. She couldn't 
move. 

Walter stared at Liz, his rheumy eyes wide as he took in the sight of her 
body under the now-partly open robe, revealing the clean shine of her white, 
bare flesh. With Freddy's help he all but tore the robe off her, making sure 
she couldn't get away, exposing her luscious body to their eyes. He took in 
her lithe, slender thighs, the tempting fullness of her small, firm tits, 
and the thickening of her nipples as the cool air caused blood to rush to 
them. 

"Get a load of the body," Freddy muttered. 

Liz stared from one to the other, greater terror filling her as she realized 
she was completely helpless in their grasp. 

"Who's first?" Walter asked. 

"I'm older," Freddy told him, "so I go first. You can take pictures. Gimme 
her robe sash." 

"Don't hurt me," Liz begged when his hand came off her mouth. 

"Nobody's gonna hurt ya," Freddy assured her, knotting her wrists together 
behind her back. "We're just gonna fuck y' a little." 

"No!" Liz screamed, and suddenly she felt him ramming a silk panty into her 
mouth, tying it around with the bra she had left on the chair. 

He threw her back on the bed and began to undress. The sight of his sagging 
flesh on his moldy body was nauseating to Liz. She twisted her head from 
side to side trying to pull away from the man. He pinched her cheek and 
smiled, saying, "Stop worrying, honey. You're gonna get my hot ol' cock. But 
if lookin' at it scares you, we can fix that." And he flipped her over on 
her belly so she was face down on the bed. 

She felt all the wind suddenly go out of her as he threw himself on top of 
her. His grizzled cheek pressed against hers, and he belched once. The foul 
smell of his breath made her feel even sicker. Then his hand grabbed the 
back of her head and shoved her face into the pillow while his knees 
strained until her thighs were finally parted. 

His body slid between her loins and she moaned shudderingly when she felt 
the hardness of his slimy cock stickily touch the silken inner parts of her 
white thighs. He pushed the vile extension forward, and Liz, face down, now 
realized he had a fairly long prick, even if it was on the thin side. She 
felt it slide through the wide-open valley between her asscheeks and she 
shook. She began churning her ass, the only part of her able to move, doing 
her best to get that filthy cock out from between her thighs. 

"Raise you ass, bitch," she heard Freddy order, as he, himself got up and 
stood off to the side. 

Liz crushed her thighs together, tautening her muscles in a vain effort to 
resist as hot tears poured from her anguished eyes. 

Scream after scream resounded in her brain, getting ever louder each time 
she felt a part of him touch her. She would not obey. She would resist. 

And then there was resounding pain as his flat hand fell on her round 
asscheeks, hard. There was another smack, and another, and she felt her 
asscheeks burn with anguished hurt. 

"That looks like fun," she heard Walter say. 

"You'll get your chance when I'm finished," Freddy replied. 

Liz could feel the burning heat of her asscheeks as they turned red. Pain 
was followed by more pain as he continued slapping her ass. The pain was 
burning into her and she couldn't stand it. 

"Get that fucking' ass up or I'll take the hide off it," she heard Freddy 
say. 

The pain was becoming too much. She couldn't stand it. Slowly she began 
raising her butt, putting her weight on her knees. She felt his hands go 
under her and tug her thighs up and apart, her weight on her knees and her 
shoulders and face. She felt stupid with her ass propped high up in the air 
that way. 

It was useless to fight anymore. Let them do what they would and get it 
over. She knew no one would hear her with the panty rammed into her mouth. 
She had to obey. They looked crazy enough to kill her, otherwise. 

She felt him on the bed behind her, now. He was staring at her youthful 
cunt, her girlish asshole, and even looking at her young tits. She knew he 
was feeling hotter than ever and wouldn't be happy until he'd buried his 
dirty meat inside her. She only prayed he wouldn't give her some kind of 
infection. 

"What the hell's keepin' you from goin' to work?" the one called Walter 
asked. "Feed her that cock of yours." 

It was plain to Liz that the older man had no intention of being rushed by 
his companion. She could hear his heavy breathing as his fingers poked and 
prodded, caressing her asscheeks, fingering her asshole, rubbing her cunt, 
and pulling her nipples. 

Liz shuddered again when she felt his fuckpole placed in the tight crevice 
of her ass. His fingers were pulling and pinching the soft, round white 
cheeks of her ass, tugging them wide apart, then squeezing them together 
around the red knob of his cock. 

When he tried pulling her asscheeks apart, she automatically tightened her 
assmuscles, doing her best to resist. But he kept on tugging, slowly, 
insistently, intent on making her open the cheeks by herself. And eventually 
it worked as the muscles in her globular cheeks relaxed. They spread open 
for him as his face lowered itself so he could look directly into the tight, 
brown pucker of her asshole, its wrinkled opening looking so luscious in 
combination with the black-matted pussy below. She could feel his hot breath 
on her pussylips as he stared at the pink-redness of her inner snatch, 
shoving Walter away when the latter was tempted to peer in, too. 

Liz began to calm down a little. She knew there was nothing to keep him from 
fucking her, but she didn't want to be hit again. She had been totally 
unprepared for the slowness of his movements, really expecting him to ram 
his dork straight into her without waiting for her to get wet inside, 
herself. She was surprised at the near-tenderness of his touch now, and 
against her will she found her cunt leaking. 

There was something strange about this whole thing. It seemed crazy, 
terrifying, and she felt her body reacting not only with a kind of solace 
for not being beaten again, but suddenly realized her physical self was 
automatically responding as it would to the ministrations of someone she 
liked. 

It was ridiculous. Liz didn't want these men to fuck her. But wild, 
animalistic thrills began building within as she felt his breath continue to 
touch her pussylips, hearing him inhale as he sniffed the fragrance of her 
pussy in all its beautiful nakedness, slowly breathing in and breathing out 
the essence of her internal self. Little by little she was allowing herself 
to be lulled into total relaxation. 

And then she felt a tickling wetness at the base of her spine. It began 
moving slowly up her spinal column, making her shudder again, but this time 
with enjoyment. She was actually enjoying it. 

Freddy was moving his slithery tongue all the way up her back, moving it a 
micro-millimeter at a time, causing wild shuddering to travel the length of 
her back. Her entire body tingled, and soon pleasure was seeping into her. 
It bypassed her hands, still tied behind her back, licking all the way up to 
the base of her neck, and then licked all the way down again, once again 
bypassing her bound wrists. 

When it stopped Liz suddenly realized she was anxiously waiting for it 
again. Why did he stop? She wanted Freddy's tongue to continue. Her mind 
told her the whole idea was ridiculous. These were two rapists with low 
mentalities-men with whom she wanted nothing to do. It was almost as if she 
weren't herself but some other female. She was too upright to be touched by 
such vile men. 

But was she such an upright person? She had allowed a man more than twice 
her age to take her virginity after having been with him only two or three 
times. She had married him expecting to escape her parent's tyranny only to 
find he was ten times worse. Her body had become so much in need of fucking 
she had seduced a messenger boy, a cab driver, and a lingerie salesman. Why 
was she too good to be fucked by these tramps? 

Her thinking was interrupted by the tingle of Freddy's tongue as it ran all 
the way up her inner left thigh, moving more and more slowly as it 
approached her seething cunt. She could feel the juices inside already 
bubbling. Her mind told her she mustn't allow this, and she tried pulling 
away from his licking tongue, but his arms held her firmly in place, and 
then suddenly, just like that, she felt the hard, rolled-up stiffness of his 
wet tongue poke itself into the middle of her frothing fuck box. 

It felt wet, hot, and soft as it reamed around inside her tender pussy, 
licking here and there, slurping and pressing the walls of her lubricious 
interior. His nose was pressing against her ass as his tongue licked in and 
out wildly, and his head pushed a bit lower when he went licking at her 
shivering clit. She was making muffled sounds of pleasure, surrendering her 
body to his mouth. Every bit of her trembling body was reacting to the wild, 
pervading delectations of delight caused by Freddy's lapping tongue. It 
lunged into her pussy again and again like a small, slick, wet cock. Unable 
to fight him any longer, she closed her mind to all the horror and 
completely surrendered to her body as thrill followed thrill through her 
body. His tongue pulled out of her snatch and began lapping up the crevice 
of her ass until it got to her asshole. She knew he was aware of her 
enjoyment even as his tongue lapped at the brown crevice. She felt like a 
million little trickles of static were shooting through her ass each time he 
pushed a tongue into her rectum. 

He stopped lapping suddenly, then said aloud, "I'm gonna take the gag outta 
your mouth and untie your hands. You fight me again and I'll break both your 
arms." 

She felt Walter come over and untie the bra from around her mouth. Then he 
pulled out the silken panty, letting her breathe again. Then, as the sash 
was untied from around her wrists, she felt Freddy jam three fingers into 
her broiling cunt and churn them around and around. She could feel her 
juices inundating his hand. 

"Oh, yes," she muttered, totally out of control now, her head turned to the 
side as she thrilled to the way the fingers worked inside of her. She was 
totally unaware of Walter, off to one side, taking pictures of everything 
happening. All she cared about was the way her labia clutched the fingers 
being thrust into her. The plunges into her were becoming stronger and 
stronger as Freddy pushed harder and harder. She heard her own voice 
pleading with him not to stop. She would do anything he wanted now, and both 
men, as well as she, knew it. 

"Hey look at the way she's bucking," Walter laughed. "You really got her 
going good, Freddy." 

Liz bounced back and forth, ramming her twat hard against the jamming 
fingers, sighing with pleasure as raw sensation made its way through her. 
She could feel her tight snatch suddenly loosening a little, opening as if 
trying to suck in his entire hand. She was on the verge of an orgasm and 
she, as well as the two men, knew it. 

"Oh no, chickie!" Freddy told her, yanking his sopping fingers from her 
seething quim. "You ain't coming by way of my hand. We're gonna do this the 
right way." 

. She knew he intended fucking his cock into her. And now she wanted it. She 
wanted it desperately. She could almost taste the sensation up in her 
throat. She wanted to feel that hot, heavy semen blow through her tubes. 

He was kneeling on the bed behind her now, using his hand to bring the 
smooth dome of his prick to her hot pussyhole. From the way he was moving 
Liz could tell his balls were aching for him to spend inside her. With his 
fingers he rubbed the pinkness within her seething entrance, then used a 
thumb and forefinger to keep the lips separated while he used his other hand 
to bring his knobby point to her soaked muff. He pushed. His cock was 
slender, so it slid in, though with some mild, wonderful resistance of her 
vagina walls. It fitted around his stabbing prick like a hot security 
blanket, and his gasp matched hers as he felt the soft, watery walls slowly 
part to accept him. 

"Jeeeesus!" he bellowed, shoving the slender length of his long prong 
farther and farther into her cunt. 

The shoving of Freddy's prick into her womb suddenly made Liz realize just 
what was happening. Two filthy, stinking men were in the process of raping 
her; at least one of the two was raping her while the other took pictures of 
the whole thing. This was the lowest form of degradation to her body that 
she could think of. 

Tears flooded her eyes and she began sobbing as the slender cock continued 
pushing through her body, ramming deep into her frothing pussy, trying to 
make his entire length fit into her. 

"What a cunt!" Freddy was telling his associate. "What a tight, fucking 
cunt. I never fucked a cunt this tight in my life." 

His loud declarations of the quality of Liz's vagina rang across the room, 
making the girl beneath weep with sorrow as her body once again reacted to 
the wild driving of his strong meat into her squeezing cunnus, invading 
deeper and deeper, plunging madly ahead like a battering ram. She was 
struggling again, but her struggles only served to enhance Freddy's pronging 
of her, increasing his excitement. It was almost as if he enjoyed causing 
her the anguish mixed with the wild pleasure still shooting through her 
body. It might have been a pleasure she didn't want, but it was there 
whether she wanted it or not. 

She could feel the slender cock starting to expand and knew what to expect. 
She wanted to close her mind to it but couldn't, because she suddenly found 
herself coming madly, insane feelings blasting through her entire nervous 
system, enhanced by the rape, making her go wild with pleasure. Every 
remnant of self-respect disappeared as she came, and the feeling of 
degradation felt even worse when she experienced the sensation of losing 
great geysers of semen far into her tormented pussy, his entire body 
churning as he moaned in the clutches of his own climax. 

Its over, she thought. Oh thank God it's over. 

But it wasn't over: not yet. 

She balanced on her elbows, still feeling Freddy's cock locked into her when 
she looked up and saw Walter's almost miniscule peter staring back at her. 
It waved before her horrified countenance and she realized what he wanted 
even before he said, "I want her to suck my cock, Freddy. You just stay in 
that end as long as you like." 

Without waiting for Freddy's approval, Walter jammed the hardness of his 
four inches into Liz's open mouth, feeling her automatically responding to 
sucking. She had no way of shutting her mouth, still trying to breathe after 
having the panty jammed down her throat for so long. His tiny cock shoved 
all the way past her defenseless lips, ramming into her mouth against her 
tongue. The hot, wet cave of her mouth automatically surrounded the pecker, 
her tongue instinctively pressing on the underside as she tasted the tang of 
his cock. Thank God it wasn't a large cock. 

He began to hastily ream the prong in and out, in and out, literally raping 
her mouth the way Freddy had raped her pussy. And Freddy's prick was still 
buried in her twat, even though it was softening a bit. 

"C'mon, kid, c'mon," Walter told her. "Suck like a nice girl and get all the 
taste juice outta there. C'mon kid. Suck!" 

All heated up at seeing Freddy fuck the girl, Walter suddenly opened the 
floodgates in his cock and poured the boiling seed down Liz's throat. She 
swallowed automatically, never thinking to wait until he withdrew before 
spitting it out. It tasted no worse than other semen. She had imagined how 
vile it might be. 

But the experience was too much for Liz. She fainted. 

CHAPTER TEN 

It was past five o'clock when Liz awoke. The men were gone. Only the 
pulled-out drawers showed any sign of their having been there in the first 
place. Too, her cunt ached, and she could still taste the seed of the one 
called Walter. 

She ran to the bathroom and gargled with Listerine, then soaked her body in 
a hot tub for a half hour. Her husband would be home shortly, and he would 
expect supper. She hadn't even started it. 

Six o'clock came, but Crisco didn't. He wasn't home at seven, either. Liz 
knew where he would be. Byron had shown her. She called a cab, hoping Mac 
Sharkey would be the driver. He wasn't. She told the man to take her to the 
Surfside Motel, where she'd seen her husband cavorting with that frowzy 
blonde. It was time to confront him and let him know she was divorcing him 
for catching him in the act with another woman. She wished she had the 
camera Freddy and Walter had taken with them. It would have helped. 

Reaching the motel, she paid of the cabbie, then began wandering to the end, 
to the last unit, where she'd seen her husband that first time. She felt 
foolish now, realizing, even if he were there, the odds against his having 
the same room were astronomical. But then, it was a transient motel. Many 
people came there and stayed there for indefinite periods of time. Maybe the 
blonde was renting the room on a weekly or monthly basis. 

Reaching the corner, she turned it and peered in through the half-open 
window. Sure enough, it was the blonde's room, all right. And her husband 
was there, standing there bare-ass naked in the middle of the floor with his 
cock buried in the blonde's mouth. 

"Thatta girl," he was telling her, standing above her as she knelt before 
him, her lips pulling on his prong. "Suck it good, honey. Keep on sucking 
it." 

Liz watched as he humped his hips back and forth, stabbing his cock into her 
mouth again and again. His dangling balls slammed against her chin and he 
seemed fascinated, watching his steam pole disappear in and out of her mouth 
again and again. 

His ass moved faster and faster, and Liz knew "One-shot Crisco" was about to 
shoot. It was time to confront him. 

Crisco felt the hot gism boil up out of his balls and spew into the blonde's 
mouth, one wild shot after another as the motel room door suddenly opened 
and Liz stood there staring at the two of them. 

The blonde unblinkingly stared back, continuing to drink Crisco's seed. Even 
Crisco remained totally unembarrassed as he rammed the blonde's head into 
his pelvis so he could get the total sensation of her sucking his dick as he 
fired his flood down her throat. 

"Close the door," he ordered. 

"I've come to ask for a divorce," Liz told him. 

Crisco, his cock still locked between the blonde's jaws, began to laugh. 

"What's so funny?" Liz asked. 

"You wanting a divorce," he replied. "In order for there to be a divorce the 
marriage has to be consummated. I haven't fucked you once since we've been 
married. The best you could hope for is an annulment." 

"I'll settle for that," she agreed. 

"So will I," he laughed. "An annulment means we part on even terms. I don't 
have to give you anything." 

"You know I can't leave without anything," Liz answered. "My parents won't 
take me back. I need money to live on." 

"Tough! You ain't gettin' it from me." 

"We'll see," she said quietly. "I'll take you to court and we'll see. My 
parents will swear the reason I married you was their catching us in the act 
together. That'll do it." 

Liz turned to leave, but Crisco hurried to the door to block her way, 
yanking his cock from the blonde's mouth with a loud pop. 

"Let me go," Liz told him frostily as he grabbed her arm. 

The blonde, whose name was Jane, sat on the floor watching them with 
amusement written all over her face. Streaks of sperm were on her cheeks and 
lips. 

Liz tried to pull free of Crisco's grip but he held her all the tighter, 
saying, "You calm down, baby. You just calm down." 

Liz stopped struggling and Crisco dragged her over to the nearby bed, 
throwing her onto it. 

"What are you trying to do?" Liz asked. 

"You'll see," Crisco told her. 

"What is this?" she demanded to know. 

"It's a lot of fun. Janie, you like to have fun, dontcha?" 

"Sure," the blonde agreed. 

"What are you talking about?" Liz asked. 

"You learned to fuck and you liked it. You learned to ass-fuck, and you 
liked that. Then I taught you to suck cock and you went ape over that. We're 
running out of things to do, Liz. But there is one thing I love to do, which 
you've never done. I think you'll love it as much as I did." 

"What are you talking about?" Liz asked. 

"Eating pussy." 

"What!!!!" 

"You heard me, Liz-honey. Tonight you're gonna learn to muff dive." 

"Ed, no!" 

"Liz, yes. And you'll love it just as much as you loved all the other things 
I taught you." 

"Never," she began screaming, trying to jump off the bed. 

"Right now," Crisco laughed, throwing her back on. "And if you scream or try 
to back out of it, I'll break every bone in your goddamn body." 

"Ed, this is inhuman. How can you think to do something like this to me. I'm 
your wife." 

"But not by choice, Liz, not by choice. Besides, Jane loves the idea. Right 
Jane?" 

Jane merely smiled, sitting impassively by. She didn't care one way or the 
other, but she wished they'd get down to it already. Her cunt was aching for 
a tongue, and she didn't care whose tongue. 

Liz crossed her arms in front of her, as if she were naked and trying to 
hide her body. Crisco was slowly but surely degrading her. She wouldn't have 
minded had they been alone, but to do it in front of another woman, a 
strange woman, was mortifying. She looked into Crisco's eyes and knew she 
was in for some new form of physical torture if she didn't give in. Her 
lower lip began trembling and her entire body began to shake as she begged, 
"Ed, please... please... don't." 

"Strip down, Liz-honey." 

"Oh, Ed, don't do this to me." 

"Strip or I'll tear the clothes right offa your back. No one invited you to 
come here. No one asked you to stick your nose in where it don't belong. Now 
you get those fuckin' clothes off." 

Shivering, Liz put her fingers to the top button of her dress but was unable 
to open it. 

"Jane, suppose you give my wife, here, some help." 

-Jane was glad to be able to do something. She was getting bored. So she sat 
on the edge of the bed next to Liz and began to swiftly unbutton the girl's 
dress. Liz tried pulling away, but Jane was too quick for her and completely 
unbuttoned the dress. 

Crisco, enjoying the sight so far, pulled up the room's only overstuffed 
chair and sat in it. His mouth twisted into a crooked grin beneath the thin 
mustache. 

Liz just let herself fall into a state of non-resistance. She remained 
unmoving as Jane finally pulled her dress off. The touch of the blonde's 
cool, feminine hand made her shiver, and she wanted to cry when Jane pulled 
her bra off, exposing her hard round tits. 

"Hey, with tits like those you don't need a bra," Jane commented. 

It was horrible the way the blond woman kept staring at her breasts. She'd 
always thought of the female body as something to be admired by men. Now her 
own husband was insisting she be displayed to a common tart. 

"Yeah," Crisco nodded. "You still have the perfect body, Liz. Who knows, 
maybe we could've worked something out if you hadn't been such a snot-nosed 
kid about everything." 

Jane was rubbing Liz's nipples, and they began enlarging automatically, 
becoming beautiful pink spikes. When she leaned forward and licked each 
nipple Liz felt another tremor pass through her. 

"Get those fancy panties off," Crisco commented, his cock beginning to 
wiggle a little as it started enlarging at the sight of the two women 
together. Liz could read the excitement in his eyes. This is what he wanted. 

Jane's hands quickly pulled off Liz's pumps, then they lightly teased with 
the elastic band of her panty. 

"You'll have to get on your feet," Jane said. 

Not caring anymore, Liz stood and shivered as her own husband looked up and 
down her body, admiring it. She knew she had the perfect figure. He'd always 
been hot for her, right up to the day they were married. The idea that he 
had been forced to marry her was what cooled him off. Well, it didn't matter 
anymore. She felt nothing for him at this point. He could do as he pleased 
right now, but she'd get some kind of settlement before letting him go. 

She watched Jane's eyes wash over her body, scanning the flatness of her 
belly under the panty, as well as the dark jungle of curls on her mons 
veneris. She could see the blond woman actually drooling at the sight of her 
curving hips and round thighs that led to the slender legs below. 

Crisco's hunger for her was coming back to life after two months of 
dormancy. He could go screw himself as far as she was concerned. When she'd 
wanted the feel of his cock he'd given her nothing, forcing her to suck his 
dong or let him prong her ass. Well, the hell with him. Let him squirm in 
the goddamn chair. 

"Go on," he told James. 

Jane slid Liz's panty off and threw it to the side, then she stood up and 
began caressing Liz's tits, feeling the solid nipples swell under her 
caress, palming each in one hand, feeling the nipples scratch her palms. 

"They're nice and firm, aren't they," Crisco commented. 

"Are they ever," Jane commented. "If they get a little larger they'll be 
perfect. And even if they don't grow, they're each a nice handful." 

"Please stop talking about me as if I were for sale," Liz pleaded. 

"Lie down," Jane told her, gently easing her backward onto the bed. Open 
those luscious thighs of yours. I want to see if that cunt of yours is as 
gorgeous as the rest of you." 

Though she was unwilling, Liz opened her thighs, a little at first, then 
wide. 

"Wider," Crisco snapped. "Those pussylips are still tightly closed." 

Liz stretched her thighs farther apart. Her eyes were closed and she was 
doing her best not to think about there being a third person in the room. 
But the touch of Jane's feminine fingers on her inner thighs, pulling her 
knees apart so the blacktopped pink slit was visible to both, Crisco and 
herself. 

"Relax," Jane told her. "I won't hurt you if you behave. I'm fair. Before 
having you go down on me, I'll go down on you." 

"I don't think it's right to do this sort of thing with a woman," Liz 
muttered. 

She could hear Crisco moving in the chair, knowing the sight of her pink 
slice was really getting to him. He would have jumped up and rammed his cock 
into her pussy had he not been worried about losing the annulment. Even Jane 
could feel him getting hotter. 

"Save that meat of yours for my hole," she warned Crisco. 

"Yeah," Crisco murmured. "Yeah." 

Liz lay back with her thighs widely spread, feeling more exposed than ever 
before and more undressed than ever before. Her heart was slamming against 
her ribcage and she had a lump in her throat. She was silently crying, hot 
tears streaming down her cheeks onto her throat. She could actually feel the 
heat of Crisco's burning eyes. 

Jane was sitting near the head of the bed, and Liz knew the arousing scent 
in her nostrils was the aroma of Jane's fuming snatch. There was no doubt 
the blonde was becoming aroused by playing with her. God! She felt alone and 
helpless, a pawn in a crazy sexual game devised by her husband. And she was 
so helpless, all she could do was lie there and let it all happen. 

She sobbed as she felt fingers explore her inner thighs, knowing the fingers 
belonged to the blonde. Her body quivered as the blonde's fingers moved 
slitheringly toward her hot center, and then she jumped when she felt the 
slender finger poke its way into her. 

"Uhhhhh!" she unwittingly expelled as the second finger made its way into 
her, making her more and more sticky. The two fingers slid in and out with 
great precision while the woman's thumb twisted around and came to rest on 
her already enlarging clit. It made Liz shudder even more to feel the way 
her clitoris was being wildly massaged as the two fingers kept popping in 
and out of her swampy pussy. She was getting hotter by the second, and 
though she didn't care to admit it, she was enjoying the other woman's 
touch. Jane knew how to make things happen. 

She jumped again when she felt the heat of Jane's lips on her inner thigh. 
It was the kind of feeling designed to set off explosions in her head. And 
when the other woman's tongue came licking out, touching her in the same 
place that dirty old man, Freddy, had licked her before, she trembled so 
strongly the bed shook. 

"You're really gettin' to her, Jane," Crisco complimented. "Keep it up, 
baby." 

And then she could feel the electric tongue and shivery lips of the blonde 
slide higher and higher until the slick, wet, oral digit suddenly plunged 
directly into the furnace of her flaming kiln of cunt, replacing the two 
fingers Jane had tugged out. The tongue splashed around in her bubbling 
fountain of pussy, and with her eyes closed, Liz had to admit she couldn't 
tell a woman's tongue from that of a man. 

She was completely unaware of Jane's having climbed onto the bed until she 
suddenly realized a crotch was hovering over her own face. She looked up and 
for a moment she was startled. It was the first time she had ever looked up 
into a female groin. 

It was difficult, staring up in between a pair of thighs and not seeing a 
large cock or a heavy scrotum. All she saw was a curly brown pubis over a 
pair of pouting, peach-like slices of labia, and a crack between those 
slices already slaking serum. The smell was stronger than the crotch of a 
man, and she assumed her own pussy had as strong a musky aroma. 

Liz had to admit the odor was not unpleasant. Only her own upbringing made 
the idea of tasting another woman's split seem unattractive. 

"Come on, honey," she heard Jane's voice whisper from between her own 
thighs. "Come on, Liz. You'll like it, you'll see. I like it." 

And then Jane's mouth came sucking down on her sopping pussy again, slicing 
through the pinkness with her tongue as she lapped out the colorless cream 
frothing inside. The tongue was everywhere at once, licking her labia, 
drilling directly into the center of her steaming slot, then pressing 
against her thrumming clit and making her bounce, wildly. 

A drop of Jane's lubricant came stringily down toward her mouth and her 
tongue snapped out and caught it. Damn! She had to admit she liked the musky 
flavor of it. Now she could really understand the masculine passion for puss 
eating. She had suddenly developed it herself. Taking a deep breath, she 
reached up and grabbed Jane's buttocks and pulled her cunt straight down 
into her mouth. She sucked strongly tasting the meat within,. enjoying the 
flavor, forgetting she was sucking a woman's cunt. Her own tongue leaped in 
and out, lapping here, licking there, teasing and tantalizing as she felt 
the other woman's tongue doing the same to her. 

Pinwheels of light sparkled in her brain as she bounced on the bed, and, 
knowing just what she enjoyed, she proceeded to wildly lick the other 
woman's snatch in just the same way she would have wanted her own licked. 
Her lips pressed tightly around the nubbin of clit, squeezing it and sucking 
on it, nibbling at it with her teeth. In return she felt her own body go 
into a frenzy as the other woman's mouth wreaked a mild havoc with her own 
flaming box. 

Then she felt the other woman's soggy cunt suddenly mash down against her 
face as she all but chewed the labia. Another weight was getting on the bed. 
It was Ed Crisco. He was joining the fun. He was kneeling at the head of the 
bed facing toward the foot, his rampant cock pointed directly toward Jane's 
ass. His hands pressed down hard on Jane's rump, slamming her cunt into 
Liz's face so he could press his throbbing cock into the tight asshole of 
the blonde. 

Liz, even with the cunt pressing against her sucking lips, could see the 
pole of her husband's cock fit right into the tight, squeezing crosshairs of 
the woman's anus. He pushed hard, and saw the woman push back. He pushed 
hard again, and Liz saw Jane's tiny asshole begin to open. Little by little 
the sphincter muscle yielded, widening until the O of her asshole was just 
barely big enough to hold the blunted head of Crisco's cock. 

The sight of it became even more arousing to Liz. She licked the other 
woman's bobbling clit all the harder, feeling the solidity of the pea-like 
button of flesh shiver against the flat of her tongue. 

She could feel Jane's mouth sucking her own pussy even harder as Crisco's 
meat was ramming deeper and deeper into the blonde's box-tight asshole. 

A loud, slobbering sucking sound came to Liz's ears, and she realized it was 
she who was making the sound, sucking the now-reddened meat of Jane's aching 
cunt. Glob after glob of heavy lubrication came flooding into her mouth, 
smearing all over her face, burning her eyes, filling her nostrils, and 
still she drank as much of the musky water as she could. 

"Oh, shit!" she could hear Crisco mutter. "Jane, you have the second 
tightest ass I've ever fucked." 

No need to wonder who had the first tightest ass. Liz remembered how sore 
her bumhole was that first time he had finished fucking it. 

And then, with the other woman's tongue slurping in and out of her seething 
pussy, she suddenly realized she was coming. It was a good, solid climax, 
followed by yet another as the blondes tongue continued working on her 
now-oversensitive clit. She came a third time, and then a fourth, and then 
three more times as she continued sucking the other woman's cunt. And then 
the blonde began tightening as she, too, began going through a series of 
wild, screaming orgasms. 

And when it was over for the two women they had to remain exactly as they 
were while Crisco finished dumping his second load in the blonde's asshole. 

"That's the first time you ever had two comes in one night," the blonde told 
him afterward, when they were disengaged. 

"It's also the first time I've ever seen two women eating one another," he 
replied. "It got to me." Then to Liz he said, "Come on, Liz. Let's go home. 
We're havin' a party tomorrow night." 

CHAPTER ELEVEN 

The following morning Liz awoke feeling hung over, though she hadn't had 
anything to drink. Her body ached from having been so totally abused the 
previous day and evening. 

She noticed Crisco was smiling as he dressed for work, but it wasn't a nice 
smile. He left without waiting for breakfast, and Liz came to the 
realization she could no longer live with him. What kind of pervert would 
order his wife to make it with another woman while he sat around and 
watched? 

She showered, then dressed in a tight blue sweater and matching slacks. Then 
she had a quick breakfast. 

On the dining room table she saw he'd left his books open, and when she 
glanced at them she noticed he'd added yet another account to his 
construction work. It was a huge account, having to do with the building of 
a shopping center. She knew he would really skim money off this one. She 
wondered if that was why he was smiling. No, no, it couldn't be. His smile 
seemed directed at her. 

At ten o'clock a Fuller Brush salesman came to the door. She told him she 
didn't want any. At eleven thirty a vacuum cleaner salesman stopped by and 
she refused to see him, as well. 

Liz realized she was completely unhappy in this kind of life. She didn't 
want a husband who made it necessary for her to cheat. Hell! She didn't even 
really want a husband at this point. She wanted to finish school, then 
become romantically involved with someone before settling down with him. But 
once she did settle down, it had to be with a man who could make her happy; 
a man who loved her for herself and not because she was so young. She wanted 
a husband who treated her like a human being and not one who consistently 
dominated her. With Ed Crisco it was an obedience game. One did as he wanted 
or one did nothing. 

She had to get away from this man. If she remained he would break her to his 
way and make a total slave of her. She wanted a life she could share with 
another man and not a life of slave labor. 

For the first time since their marriage, Ed Crisco did not come home to Liz 
for lunch. She was glad. She didn't want to see him. She hated the sight of 
him. He was sick, and he had made her sick. She wanted nothing to do with 
salesmen or other men at this point. She wanted one man on whom she could 
depend. She wanted to give all of herself to him, but she wanted all of him 
in return. 

A next-door-neighbor was driving into the heart of the village, and when Liz 
asked, the neighbor willingly took her along. Liz went to the department 
store and looked through it department by department, but bought nothing. 
Then she went to a double feature movie. 

It was dark by the time she got out, and she had to take the bus back. It 
stopped a quarter of a mile from her house. She had to walk the rest of the 
way. 

As she approached the house she saw it was all lit up. 

Oh my gosh! she thought. Ed had said something about a party. 

Going inside, she suddenly froze. All the company had already arrived. They 
were all friends of her husband, and she realized she knew every one of 
them. 

"About time y'got here," Crisco barked. "We've been waitin' for almost an 
hour." 

The "we" referred to Crisco and the six people he had there. First there was 
Byron, Crisco's helper, who rented out the apartment upstairs. Then there 
was Jane, the frowzy blonde, wearing a green minidress that showed off too 
much. Then there was Kevin, the first messenger boy, only now he was dressed 
in street clothes. The short, smiling man with the black horn-rimmed glasses 
didn't have his sample case, but Liz recognized Phil Anders. And last but 
definitely not least there was Freddy and his buddy Walter, only now they 
were clean-shaven (except for Walter's ragged mustache) and decently 
dressed, with no dirt or scars or pimples. 

"These are my friends, Liz, my good friends. You hadda be taught a lesson, 
so they helped me teach it to you," Crisco told her. 

"You mean what they did with me was with your knowledge and consent?" Liz 
gasped. 

"It was my idea in the first place," Crisco laughed. "You were, in fact you 
still are, a snotty kid who likes to show off in front of her friends. You 
hadda be brought down to my level. Hell! You had pretty little mores and 
manners and ideas, and I hadda change them. So I used my pals to help you 
see the light, so t'speak. Now if I say you and I are gonna go to a switch 
party, you won't feel so bad about fuckin' for someone other than your 
lawful-wedded spouse. If I feel like bringin' Jane here, or anyone else home 
to join in with you and me, you'll not only accept it, but you'll like it. 
If I bring a buddy home and tell you to suck his cock, you'll do it. I mean, 
what are friends for if not to help each other get a piece of ass now and 
again. They fuck you, and I get to fuck their wives. But you hadda be made 
to understand your high-falutin' moral code doesn't work around here, so I 
let you get yourself involved. 

"I got kinda worried that night I had Byron first bring you to the motel to 
see me and Jane. When you turned Byron down I wondered if there would be any 
way to break you down. So I had Kevin who works for this messenger service, 
make a delivery to you, and you reacted with him the way I was hopin'. 
Though if you hadn't conned him into the sack, he would've tried workin' on 
you. 

"Phil here lives down the block, but he's almost never home, always out 
sellin' his stuff. I asked him to come sell you. He did, and he told me all 
the fun he had with you." 

Liz gave Phil Anders a nasty look, but he only smiled back. The weasel. Now 
he could go back to his wife, as well as all the other women he made it with 
while working, knowing not one of them would ever be as good as she had 
been. 

"The robbery bit was also my idea," Crisco went on. "I hadda prove t'you 
that your body was stronger than your mind, so even though you were scared 
shit of Walter and Freddy, once they got you hot and bothered, you let 'em 
do whatever they wanted. I got the pictures to prove it. And I'm keepin' the 
pictures 'cause I don't want an annulment, Liz-honey. Now that I got these 
photos, I can fuck you all I want, and if you try the divorce bit, all I 
have to do is show these in court. You'll get the divorce, but that's all 
you'll get. I don't think you're gonna give me any more trouble from now 
on." 

"You must be crazy," Liz breathed, staring at him wide-eyed. 

"I'm saner than you or your stuffy parents. They were all set to have me 
thrown in the slammer for tearing a piece off their precious little girl. 
Well now I can do it legally, whenever I please. And to prove I'm not the 
kind of snob they are, I'll even let close friends tear a piece off you now 
and again. Phil tells me you blow beautifully since I taught you. Walter 
says the same thing. Well hell, I've let you wrap your tonsils around my own 
prick now and again, and I have to admit you've developed an expertise 
missing in other girls. Not even Jane here can quite match you, and Jane is 
considered the out and out expert." 

"You're sick," Liz screamed at him. "You're all sick. Get out. Get out and 
leave me alone." 

She ran past them into the bedroom and slammed the door shut, then threw 
herself full length on the bed and began sobbing. She cried for what seemed 
like an eternity but what was really no more than a half hour, and when she 
was finished crying, she looked up and saw Crisco was with her in the 
bedroom. 

"Go back to your friends," she sniffled. 

"They went home," Crisco told her, sitting on the bed. "Right now it's just 
you and me, Liz, honey." 

"Get away from me," she all but cursed. 

"Not a chance. I've been waitin' all this time to fuck you. Believe me, it 
wasn't easy, keepin' my hands off you so you could get all heated up and do 
what you did with the others. But you needed a good lesson. But now that I 
got the photos, life's gonna be different for you and me. You're gonna do as 
I say all the time." 

"I hate you," she muttered. 

"Right now, it's probable. In time you'll come to love me again. But the 
most important thing is, you still love cock. And right now I'm gonna give 
you mine." 

He had been undressing as he'd been talking. She noticed he had not taken 
any kind of bath or shower since the previous Saturday, and because his job 
was all physical labor, and he perspired so profusely, the sweat head turned 
black on his body when it had dried, and he stank like a sewer. 

"Tonight I'm gonna stuff my prick all the way up that tight little nookie of 
yours," he told her, and kneeling on the bed, took her chin in his right 
hand and kissed her hard on the mouth, forcing his tongue between her lips. 

Liz no longer resisted. It was as if something inside had burned out. But 
Crisco ignored her apparent lack of feeling. He was certain once he began 
poling her she would respond as he wished. 

After the kiss, he took her clothing off and threw it all off to the side, 
pausing only to admire the firm, slender, compactness of her delectable 
body. He loved the sight of her small breasts with their pink nipples now 
pointing straight up. The soft coal-colored hair warmly patting her pubis 
looked so wonderful. This was a body designed for constant fucking. 

Lying on the bed beside her now-supine figure, Crisco took her left hand and 
wrapped it around his stiff, hot meat, whispering, "Through it all you 
missed my cherry-buster, didn't you, Liz? You can't fool me with that 
snobbish attitude of yours. You still adore my cock." 

Liz's hand touched the ickiness of the lubricant coating his cock as it 
seeped out because of his salacious desire for her. She felt his hand cover 
hers, forcing her fingers to grip the phallus and jerk it up and down until 
she was doing it mechanically but without feeling. Meanwhile Crisco's hands 
now began a survey of her precious body, fingering her tits, stroking them, 
caressing them, massaging them, then squeezing them while his mouth kissed 
hers again and again, his tongue jamming into her mouth. 

Liz's hand felt off his throbbing cock as she lay there, unmoving, and 
Crisco began hurriedly shoving his hot prick against her dormant pussy. His 
head slid down and he popped each of her luscious, fruit-like tits into his 
mouth, one at a time, sucking the sensitive skin, chewing the flavorful 
nipples. He was hurting her but Liz clenched her teeth, refusing to utter a 
single sound. 

Inside she was seething with hate. To think that only two months ago she 
died to feel his touch, ached for his cock, thrilled to the sensation of his 
tongue in her teeming twat. Now she was so totally turned off by him, she 
didn't even, shudder with disgust. She simply lay there silently. 

His fingers were playing at the tops of her thighs, now. He tickled his way 
down to her calves, squeezing her muscles, then moved his fingers up into 
the inner softness of her satin thigh. His heavy prick leaped as he felt her 
smooth flesh become even more gentle. Shit! She felt good. She felt really 
good. His fingers reached the light, downy circle of black fuzz above her 
sweet pussy and paused. Liz's body had become tight, not from excitement so 
much as from resistance. She refused to let herself become aroused by him 
not caring what he did to her. That one minor satisfaction would not be his. 

Crisco looked up at her clenched teeth and snickered, saying, "You poor, 
sweet, dumb little cunt. You know you won't be able to hold out. You'll soon 
be begging me for my cock." 

Every lithe curve in her body was arousing him all the more and he was 
intent on making her react to his touch. He mounted her, making sure she was 
flat on her back and pressing his full weight against her body, pushing her 
deep into the mattress, causing the box spring to squeak its protest. 

Liz's mouth opened as the air came rushing out of her lungs and she felt his 
weight crushing her. She squeezed her eyelids shut, hoping and praying he 
would shove it into her, do what he had to do, and then pull out. 

Crisco was becoming more and more aroused by the moment as he felt her 
delicious body quivering under his. She was locked under him, unable to move 
for the moment, and she could feel his hard, bone-like cock pressing into 
the softness of her lower belly. He thought he would explode he was so hot 
for her, and the heat began making him angry. The anger only served to make 
him hotter. 

Ruthlessly he yanked her thighs apart, keeping them wide open so he could 
stare into the quiescent depths of her pink pussy. With his knees braced 
against her thighs to keep her legs from closing, he reached into her and 
poked two fingers into her. Only one would fit, and that barely. She was 
extremely dry and tight. He managed to push the finger halfway in and work 
it in and out and around, feeling warm, liquid gooey drippings starting to 
cover him. Damn her! She had to react. She was soaking wet inside. Yet her 
body remained unmoving. Liz was determined not to become aroused. She kept 
her body as solid as a statue. 

He moved his fingers through her cunt a few more times, but it seemed 
hopeless. She refused to do anything other than lay there. 

Disgustedly he jammed another finger into her, and then another, shoving 
them as far up into her sopping tunnel as he could, jerking his hand every 
which way in the squeezing, sensual confines of her leaking cunt, even 
tickling the cervix, getting nowhere. 

"Damn!" he screamed, and shoved his fingers into her hard, ramming them into 
the neck of her womb. 

Liz all but jumped up on the bed, screaming in anguish, flailing her legs 
madly in an attempt to pull away from his inthrust fingers. But Crisco 
didn't give a good goddman at that moment, and continued knifing his fingers 
deeper and deeper, pressing harder and harder against her soft cervical 
opening. Now he was beginning to pant heavily, his body aching to mold into 
hers. 

He stopped fingering her. It was getting him nowhere in a hurry and he was 
hot to fuck. Rising up, he parted her loins wide, then rammed his 
round-nosed cock into the bubbling twat between his wife's thighs. He paused 
for an instant, then slammed the rigid, heavy log into the tender depths of 
her sucking cunt. 

Liz felt as if a white-hot poker had been thrust into her snatch. The agony 
was beyond belief and it overwhelmed her. It flooded her body and filled her 
mind. White blisters of blinding light flashed behind her tightly-shut 
eyelids at each painful attack of Crisco's lunging cock. 

His solid, meaty gristle plunged all the way into Liz's resisting pussy, 
forcing the sopping walls to part and suck on his prong. Liz went on 
screaming, beating her fists on the bed and kicking her feet, but Crisco was 
too incensed to care. He just kept fucking his meat into her, as if anxious 
to make up for all the time he'd cut her off. Hell! Jane, as well as a few 
other broads had helped fill in a lot of his time, but none of them had the 
restricting pussy of his wife. Right now he had only one thought in mind, 
and that was to unleash a load of fluid into her seething pussy, providing 
he could get it to seethe. 

Angry and full of wanton desire, he began fucking wildly into her, 
completely closing his ears to her cries. His hands pressed on her arms, 
keeping her beneath him so there was no way she could pull away, and his 
mouth now covered hers, his tongue sinking to the back of her throat in an 
attempt to touch her esophagus. 

Liz was hoping she would faint. This was all a horrible dream. The stench of 
his sweating, filthy body assailed her olfactory senses, and she coughed, 
unable to breathe without inhaling the essence of him. 

"Come on, Goddamn you," he yelled at her. "You miserable bitch. Move that 
fuckin' ass of yours in time to my cock. You want the lay as much as I do." 

Liz's only reply was to weep openly, tears running down her cheeks. It made 
Crisco all the more angry, and he slammed into her tight box all the more 
viciously. He grabbed her knees from beneath and held them far apart as if 
he were holding a wheelbarrow, moving her pubis to suit his thrusting prick. 

Feeling her body being tormented and abused, Liz continued weeping but 
refused to plead with him any longer. The yells that came from her lungs 
came because she couldn't stifle them. The pain was overpowering. 

Rotten, filthy, miserable scumbag, she thought, letting her mind range 
freely and use all the words Crisco had taught her. She despised every 
little thing about him. God! Her parents had been so right about him. 

The swollen knob of his steaming cock continued pounding in and out, and Liz 
could hear his breath coming in gasps as he ploughed into her tender pussy 
like a wild madman. Sometimes it felt as if his cock was reaching all the 
way up into her belly and even beyond. She clenched her teeth wondering how 
much longer this horrible pain would continue before it killed her. It 
seemed to be going on forever. 

"Feel it, Liz-honey," he growled. "Feel it all the way up inside you. It's 
the cock you love and adore." 

Liz sobbed, thinking only how her husband's prick would finally shrink after 
he'd taken his one shot into her. She could hardly contain herself. 

She could feel the brillo-like hairs of his pelvis scrubbing against her own 
soft, matted down as his knees rammed into the undersides of her thighs, 
while his dangling scrotum kept loudly careening off her perineum. The fiery 
thrust of his frictioning cock stretched her aching pussy walls almost 
beyond endurance. How much longer? When would it end? 

That cock, which in pain had brought her pleasure, now gave nothing but 
pure, raw, agonizing pain. The rape he was performing was worse than that 
done by the two friends he had sent over the previous day. 

And then she felt the cock stiffening, swelling, enlarging, until it 
suddenly exploded sperm into her, letting it scald her tender tissues far up 
inside her. He all but tore the flesh off his cock as it scraped in and out 
of her, not to mention what it did to the tender flesh of her inner 
passageway as he blasted shot after shot of heavy semen into her, cursing 
violently as he lanced his cock into her again and again. 

And then it was over. He fell forward, throwing his full weight on her 
girlish, slender torso, his chest pressing her boobs, his mouth breathing 
its foul breath into her face, and pain almost to the point of excruciation 
against her thighs as his shriveling cock finally plopped out of her sopping 
pussy, leaving a lot of hurt behind as a reminder of its having been there. 

Liz's mind reeled. She felt sick and dizzy, yet she couldn't move because 
Crisco's weight pressed heavily on top of her. Her mind was almost into 
shock, struggling to remain coherent if only to possibly protect her against 
anything else that might happen. 

Finally Crisco rolled over and fell into a deep sleep. Liz rose, went to the 
bathroom, washed herself out, then took two aspirin. Unable to bring herself 
to sleep in the same bed with Crisco she staggered into the living room and 
fell asleep on the sofa. And through the night her mind kept saying, 
"Revenge, revenge, you have to get revenge for what he did to you." 

Yes. Somehow, in some way, she would have to get revenge. 

CHAPTER TWELVE 

When she awoke the following morning, it was well after ten. Ed Crisco had 
long gone to work. 

No, she thought to herself. No, I will not live here and be that man's body 
slave for the rest of my life. I have to get out, and do it now. I have to 
go where he'll never find me. 

The bearer bonds. They would help, and they couldn't be traced. They were as 
good as cash, anywhere. 

Going down to the basement, she unlocked the iron box and took out the 
carefully wrapped bonds. There had been no reason for Crisco not to trust 
them with her. She was his wife. He intended enslaving her the rest of his 
life to him. As a slave she would be useful in taking care of his hidden 
money. 

Taking the bonds upstairs, Liz carefully unwrapped each package. Then she 
cut up pieces of newspaper to the same size as the bonds and wrapped the 
newspaper up in the paper previously tied around the bonds. She made certain 
the packages looked exactly like the bond packages. Then she took down her 
two suitcases from inside the bedroom closet and packed them, putting the 
bonds in the bottom of both suitcases, equally divided. 

Hurriedly dressing, she muttered, "I'm getting the hell out of here now." 

She thought of calling a taxi, but didn't want to make tracing her easy. She 
would walk to the bus stop and take the bus to the train. From there she 
would find a way to get to the airport, and then catch an airplane to 
God-only-knew-where, but far away from Ed Crisco. 

With her two suitcases, she went to the front door, set one down, pulled 
open the door, and there, to her surprise, was Mac Sharkey! He was standing 
there with a silly look on his face, about to press the doorbell. 

"Hi Liz," he said quietly. 

"Mac," she replied, frostily, still hurt that he had told her he wouldn't be 
seeing her even though he all but admitted he loved her. 

"I won't blame you if you tell me to go the hell away and never come back. I 
mean, you have every right to tell me to drop dead and all." 

"What are you doing here, Mac?" she asked, taking the suitcases outside and 
closing the door behind her. 

"Well, I know it sounds kinda crazy and all, but as difficult as life was 
once I'd met you, I find, having known you, I can't live without you. I'm 
crazy about you, Liz." 

"Sure you are, just like the others. How come you weren't at the party last 
night Mac?" 

"What party, Liz?" 

"The party my husband gave for all the men and women he'd ordered to either 
seduce or rape me." 

"Why should I be part of such a crowd?" 

"You mean my husband didn't send you here along with all the others to 
demean and make me feel like a tramp?" 

"My God! Liz, I love you, I'm crazy about you. I could never do anything to 
hurt you." 

"Sure. What about all your medical studies." 

"I haven't been able to crack a book since that last Friday. Liz, I'm going 
to flunk out for sure if you don't... " 

"If I don't what?" 

"Well, you're a married woman, and I haven't the right to ask this of you, 
but... " 

"But what, Mac?" 

"Leave your husband, Liz. Come live with me. We can go to some state where 
they have no-fault divorce laws and you can dump him and marry me. How about 
it? 

"You mean you want to live with me?" 

"I've said it and I mean it." 

"Oh Golly," she said, all flustered and fluttery inside. "Oh, golly, Mac, I 
mean, like wow, I mean... " 

"Liz, I love you, I'm crazy about you. I can't go on like this without you. 
Please Liz, please, say you'll run away with me. I'll do anything you want. 
I'll even give up medicine." 

"You'd give that up for me?" 

"I'd do anything for you." 

Liz felt hot all over. Tears were in her eyes and love was filling her heart 
to overflowing. She could tell he was serious and not one of the clowns her 
husband had sent around to torment her. In fact, now that she recalled, she 
was the one who had called a cab that day. Her husband would never have 
known when she would do so. Nor could he have known which cab company she 
would call. 

She had seduced Mac Sharkey on her own. And she had fallen in love with him. 
But just as important was the fact that he'd fallen in love with her. 

"Mac, you said something about going to a medical school in Colorado." 

"Liz, forget that. I don't have nearly enough money for that." 

"But I do. We could go to Colorado, you could go to med school, and I could 
finish high school and get my diploma. We could live together for awhile, 
and then, if you still want me, we could get married." 

"Liz you must be crazy. I wouldn't let you pay my way through school." 

"Why not? Wouldn't we both benefit in the long run?" 

"Well, yes, but... " 

"But nothing. I love you too, Mac." 

"Fine. There's just one thing. I'm already sure about loving you. I don't 
have to live with you awhile for confirmation. I'd go crazy without you. So 
unless you aren't certain about, what say you get a no-fault divorce, and 
then we get married right away?" 

"Mac, are you sure?" 

"I'm positive. I wouldn't want to live my life with anyone else but you." 

His cab was there. He helped put her bags inside, and then, as she got in 
with him, she smiled, feeling as if the sun had finally broken through the 
cloudiness in her life. Everything was going to be okay after all. 


THE END
