The Debased Wife
by Curt Aldrich 


FOREWORD 

Watergate made Americans conscious of corruption and the abuse of power at 
the highest levels of authority in the United States. But how about the 
countless abuses that occur on a much smaller scale, though just as 
immorally, in state, county and city governments? 

This story deals with a town which is caught in the grip of a tyrant-a man 
who controls nearly everyone, from the average working man to the sheriff. 
One person threatens to break that cynical grip, but he is jailed on 
criminal charges instigated by the town's boss. That leaves his wife, Fay, 
to fend for herself in a hostile community. She is friendless, without 
money, and in need of a job. 

The sheriffs deputies humiliate her by insisting on a most thorough body 
search before she can even visit her husband in jail. A punk breaks into her 
house to find the money that her husband is alleged to have stolen; 
unsuccessful in that, he rapes Fay. The only job she can find is in a sleazy 
dive where she is systematically degraded, forced finally to strip on the 
stage and submit to a gang-rape by the club's drunken, lustful customers. 

One man befriends her, but he is seeking something, as well. The town boss 
blackmails her as a means of bringing further pressure on her husband. 

Much of what happens is sexual because many of society's motivations are 
sexual at their core. Greed, corruption, power and sex are all intertwined 
in every facet of life. 

This is a modern story, told with explicit candor. No truth is soft-pedaled. 
No graphic description is too lurid to use in driving the story's message 
home. 

Though empathy is for Fay, suffering the depths of shame and degradation, we 
cannot help but be aware that the story is more important than she alone. It 
says something to every citizen caught in the web of corrupt authority, in 
any community of the land: 

Resist! Fight back by any means available. And in the end, earn vindication. 
This is the American ideal. 

-THE PUBLISHERS 

 CHAPTER ONE 

"Okay, Mrs. Preston-take all your clothes off!" 

Fay stared at the upstart deputy sheriff, with a cigarette dangling from a 
corner of his mouth. The other deputy, who stood next to him was smirking. 

She reddened. "You must be joking." 

"Mrs. Preston ... baby ... do I look like the kind of guy who tells jokes, 
huh?" the first deputy asked. He ran his hand suggestively down Fay's back, 
cuddling her rounded, voluptuous buttocks. He gave Fay a slap on the bottom, 
causing her rear cheeks to quiver in the silky, print dress that cuddled 
them. 

She gasped, blushing stronger. "I'm going to report you!" 

"Who to, baby?" the punkish young deputy asked. "I'm just carryin' out 
Sheriff Taggart's instructions by askin' you to strip before I let you in to 
see your hubby. We gotta make sure you ain't smugglin' no knife or gun or 
nothing. That's why I'm friskin' you right now." 

The other deputy chuckled lewdly as the talker placed his hands on Fay's 
tapering thighs and rubbed upward, partially lifting her flimsy skirt as his 
insolent caress glided over her rounded hips. His fingers massaged her 
asscheeks, feeling the elastic of her panties that were snugged underneath 
the resilient half-globes. 

Both deputies got an enticing view of her stocking tops as her skirt pulled 
up, then the bare flesh above them, which was traversed by white garter 
straps. The young deputy grinned and shifted from one foot to the other, 
obviously stimulated by the sight of Fay's full, firm thighs. 

"Stop it!" she exclaimed, flushing furiously as she wriggled free of the 
deputy's lascivious hands. "If I must be searched, I demand to have a matron 
do it!" 

"Yeah?" the deputy puffed thoughtfully on his cigarette as he looked Fay 
over-from her softly waved, ash-blonde hair to the swell of her sumptuous 
breasts, the trimness of her waist, and the gentle curve of her belly. 
"Okay, I guess you're asked, right. Carl, get Nellie, will you?" 

"Sure thing, Tad." 

The sandy-haired deputy ambled from the room, his handcuffs jingling at his 
hip. 

Tad said to Fay, who continued to blush angrily, "I just can't figure how a 
pretty woman like you got herself married to a thief." 

"My husband's not a thief!" Fay said angrily. "He was framed, and you know 
it!" 

"Well, now ..." The dark-haired young officer grinned nastily. "It's gonna 
be up to a judge and jury to decide that, I reckon." 

The door opened, and a uniformed woman entered. She was hard-faced and had 
coal-black hair which she wore in a short, straight bob. Though in her 
middle twenties, as was Fay, and possessing a good figure, she lacked any 
feminine attractiveness as she strode up to Fay like a man. 

"Strip!" she ordered in a deep, almost masculine voice. 

Carl stood behind her, an expectant look on his face, and Tad was still 
there. 

"Now wait a minute," Fay said nervously. "These men can't stay here." 

"It's their jail, isn't it?" Nellie retorted, unsmiling. 

"Yes, but ..." 

"Are you going to take your dress off," Nellie "or shall I do it for you?" 

Fay saw that her situation was hopeless. The sheriff's department did the 
bidding of her husband's boss, who had brought charges against him of 
rifling the company's safe, and they were determined to make things as 
miserable for her-and for him-as possible. 

Fay set her pouty lips and raised her head haughtily. She didn't look 
directly at the men, or at Nellie, as she reached behind her to unfasten her 
dress. Her blush deepened as she pulled her dress up, trying to be as 
impersonal about it as possible. All three deputies stared at her shapely 
thighs and the warm roundness of her hips, which were sheathed by silken 
pink bikini panties. A lacy garter belt clung to her tummy, her cute navel 
peeping over its rim. Her full breasts bubbled up in creamy fullness from 
the low cut cups of a white brassiere. 

She dropped her dress onto a chair and stared straight ahead, her cheeks 
rosy. 

"All right, the bra and pants, too!" Nellie ordered impatiently. 

"This is an outrage!" Fay exclaimed. "What could I possibly be concealing in 
my underwear?" 

Tad and Carl laughed, their eyes bright as they gazed at the beautiful 
blonde who stood helpless before them in her scanties. Nellie's dark eyes 
had brightened some, also, but she didn't crack a smile. 

"I said your bra and pants, chippy!" the matron barked. "Hurry up, before I 
rip them off you!" 

Fay bit her lush lip, and she shut her eyes shamefully. She had to get in 
and see her husband, and it seemed that she had no choice but to submit to 
the indignity demanded. 

She reached behind her, unhooked her bra, and took the lacy cloth away. Her 
full breasts surged forward in naked splendor. Rosy nipples capped their 
crests, the stems stiffening from a sudden exposure to the air; the pebbly 
disks around them tensed. 

"Hey, Carl," Tad asked, staring, "did you ever see a better pair of tits?" 

Fay kept her eyes shut in abject embarrassment. 

"They're real titties all right," Carl replied. "I'd love to play volleyball 
with 'em." 

"Must I listen to that filthy talk?" Fay asked the female deputy who stood 
before her. 

"Like I said, baby-it's their jail. Now take your pants off." 

Fay leaned slightly forward and had to open her eyes as she stripped her 
panties down. She felt intensely humiliated as the wispy tendrils of 
light-blonde hair on her mons came into view. She kept her legs as close 
together as possible, even when lifting them to step out of her bikini 
briefs, but she knew that the men and Nellie could glimpse the puffy top of 
her vaginal slit. Carl walked around behind her to ogle her bare, heart 
shaped bottom. 

Her panties dropped from her fingers as she straightened, staring flush 
faced at the wall across the small ante-room. Her heart was thudding for 
some reason. Surely she wasn't excited about being seen in the nude by three 
total strangers, she thought. 

"Now spread your legs!" Nellie ordered. 

"Whwhat are you going to do?" Fay asked tremulously. 

"Search you internally, of course." The matron took from a side pocket of 
her uniform skirt a small tube of Vaseline. 

"No!" Fay exclaimed. "I won't stand for that!" 

"Then sit down, baby, and spread your legs that way," Tad said with a nasty 
chuckle. 

"Oooh, I'm going to tell Sheriff Taggart!" Fay said miserably. "And ... and 
everyone else!" 

"Tell the whole town," Tad replied. "They figure that the worst thing that 
could happen to you and that thievin' husband of yours wouldn't be bad 
enough." 

Fay knew he was right. The way she had been treated during the three days 
since her husband's arrest had shown her how few friends they really had 
made in the small community since they had moved there a few months before. 
No one wanted to stand up against Harry Gantner, her husband's boss who ran 
the town ... and the goon squad, which called itself a sheriff's department, 
that served his every whim. 

Blushing hotly, Fay spread her stocking-clad legs wide apart, and the 
deputies stared at her alluring, hair-fringed pussy. Nellie squatted before 
her and gazed directly at the soft, fleshy slit which was quite visible 
through the sparse ash-blonde tendrils that grew along its edges and touched 
in front of it. The matron squeezed Vaseline on the middle finger of her 
right hand. 

"Oooh, hurry up and get it over with, will you?" Fay demanded vexedly. 

The mannish matron didn't say anything as she extended her lubricated finger 
up between Fay's spread thighs. When Fay felt the fingertip touch her cuntal 
slit, she gasped and shut her eyes once more. The wicked female finger 
insinuated itself between the snugly elastic lips of Fay's cunt, found the 
throbbing little entrance to her vaginal passage, and entered the delicate 
mouth. The stiffly violating digit sank millimeter by millimeter into her 
strangely pulsating pussy, and it was ail she could do to keep from slamming 
her hips forward in a responsive gesture. 

The matron's finger rotated deep inside Fay's hotly clutching cunt, causing 
her to toss her head back and part her pink lips. 

"Look at her!" Tad exclaimed. "She's turning on!" 

"Yeah," Carl chortled. "Maybe she digs broads, huh? Nellie, why don't you 
really make out with her while we watch, huh?" 

"Shut up, you pricks!" the female deputy snapped. She pulled her finger from 
Fay's love-tunnel. "Turn around, girl!" Nellie said. 

"This is the part I like," Carl sniggered, drawing closer to get a better 
look. "Right up the old bung-hole." 

Fay's eyes popped open, and she stared down at Nellie. "You're not going to 
actually ..." 

"Yes. Your anus must be inspected. Now turn around!" 

"Ooh, my God!" Fay murmured, and wondered for the first time whether seeing 
her husband in jail was worth the ordeal she was going through. But she had 
submitted to most of it already and, if she steeled herself, perhaps she 
could endure the rest. 

She turned on shaky legs and presented her bottom to the kneeling matron, 
who was spreading more Vaseline on her middle finger. 

"Bend forward!" Nellie barked. 

Fay bent, feeling more humiliated than ever. Her breasts hung in creamy 
fullness, quivering, tipped by rosy darts. 

"Pull your cheeks apart!" Nellie ordered. 

Wishing that she could die rather than submit to the degradation demanded, 
Fay nevertheless clutched her rubbery, rounded buttocks and stretched them. 
The male deputies, who were squatting behind Nellie, grinned as they stared 
at the blonde's enticing asshole. 

"Awww, man!" Carl exclaimed. "Wouldn't you like to stick your dick right 
into that?" 

"You know it, buddy!" Tad retorted. "I'll bet it's tight as hell." 

Nellie seemed oblivious to what was being said behind her as she poised her 
grease-smeared finger. Fay was far from oblivious to the filthy, perverted 
remarks. She had never heard such nasty talk in her life-at least, not since 
she was a little girl and the naughty boys in school had said such things to 
shock her. 

She felt mortified as she stood, bending forward in front of the woman and 
two men, holding her buttocks wide apart and shamefully exposing her dainty, 
pink-centered anus. 

When Nellie's greasy finger touched her anal dimple, she felt a jarring 
shock. No other person had touched that part of her anatomy since she had 
grown out of infancy. Nellie twisted her finger, and the Vaseline that 
coated it permitted the digit to glide into Fay's defensively clenched rear. 
She felt horrified as the finger spread her asshole and glided up her hot, 
tight chute-Nellie's first knuckle, then the second, and finally all the way 
to the third. Unbelievably, the matron's inquisitive finger was sticking as 
far as it could extend up Fay's violated ass. 

"God damn!" Carl husked as he stared. "I've got a hell of a hard-on!" 

"So have I!" Tad said. "As horny as we are, we're gonna have to jump old 
Nellie." 

"You do, and I'll have you up on charges," the female officer threatened as 
she wiggled her finger degradingly in Fay's rear. 

"Let's hump the blonde, then," Carl said. 

"I wish!" Tad replied, and puffed excitedly on his cigarette. "But that's 
one thing we can't do." 

"You bet your ass, you can't!" Nellie said. 

Fay was appalled as she listened to all this while the matron continued 
wiggling an insulting finger in her anus. Fay was oddly stimulated, also, 
and that was what distressed her the most. Why should she derive even a 
modicum of enjoyment, she wondered, from the obscene, perverted violation of 
her body? 

Finally Nellie pulled her finger from Fay's asshole with a greasy popping 
sound, and she and the men watched Fay's pink anal puckers contract. 

"Well, she isn't hiding anything," Nellie reported unnecessarily as she 
rose. 

The men got up also and when Fay turned shamefully to face them, she 
couldn't help noticing the distended condition of their tan uniform pants. 

"I ... I need to wipe before I put my clothes on," she murmured, blushing 
furiously. 

Nellie withdrew a Kleenex from her skirt pocket and handed it to Fay. 

"Must you watch even this?" the blonde wife asked irately as she stared at 
the men. 

They just grinned at her, and she thought, Oh, hell-what's the difference? 

She pressed the Kleenex between her buttocks and wiped the grease from her 
anus as the men and Nellie watched. The latter's cheeks were a bit rosy, Fay 
noted, and the matron's eyes seemed hot as they stroked up and down her 
voluptuous body like paintbrushes. Fay tossed the soiled Kleenex into a 
waste basket and snatched up her panties. The three deputies continued to 
watch as she stepped into her silky briefs and pulled them up, than tucked 
her breasts into her brassiere, and finally put her dress back on. 

"May I please go in to see my husband now?" she demanded, still blushing. 
She pushed a lock of hair away from her cheek. 

"Yeah, you can see him," Tad said regretfully, and walked to the door. His 
visible excitement had receded by that time, as had Carl's. They and Nellie 
ushered Fay from the room. 

For some reason, she felt loose and trampish as she walked undulatingly 
along the corridor. Her anus still felt greasy inside, and her pussy had a 
distressing slickness, also, which wasn't entirely due to the Vaseline 
Nellie had deposited there. Fay's vaginal glands had been exuding moisture, 
and they continued to do so. The crotch of her panties became embarrassingly 
damp. 

When she met her husband in the visitors' room, with Tad and Carl standing 
by, her physical excitement didn't lessen. She had gone several nights 
without sex, which had broken the marital pattern. She and Joe were so 
deeply in love that they seldom had been able to go to bed together without 
snuggling in each other's arms, which invariably had caused his penis to 
rise against her softly slitted gate. Feeling his hardness had always made 
her want to take that firm, long shaft deep inside her body, and they had 
ended most every evening just that way. 

It was painful for Fay to see him, in his drab prison clothes, and to be 
unable to touch him across the table that separated them. She ached to kiss 
his firm lips, caress his well-built body, and cuddle his handsome face 
against her breasts while she ran her fingers through his dark hair. 

Their talk didn't concern the matter that had caused him to be jailed, 
because the deputies were listening. Anyway, his lawyer was doing everything 
that could be done, Fay assumed. A hearing was scheduled in a few days, at 
which time he would enter a not guilty plea. Then the matter would be set 
for trial. 

Fay left the jail feeling more depressed then when she had arrived. 

Damn Harry Gantner! she thought. He had framed Joe when he discovered Joe 
was about to turn him in for income tax evasion. Joe had felt it is civic 
duty, even though it would cost him his job. He hadn't counted on a charge 
of stealing fifty thousand dollars in payroll money from the company's safe. 
The Gantner Furniture Manufacturing Company was the only major industry in 
the area, employing twenty-five percent of the town's inhabitants and 
indirectly supporting the rest. No wonder that everyone sniffed whenever old 
Harry Gantner farted. 

Fay was in a turmoil as she drove home. Not only did she have her husband's 
fate to worry about, but she had to work out a way to support herself while 
he was locked up, without hope of bail in the Gantner-owned town. On top of 
that, her body was a throb with sexual need, which had been intensified by 
her distressing experiences at the jail. 

She parked the car in her driveway and swung her legs out. The morning sun 
glistened off her metallic garter clips and bathed her bare thighs above her 
stocking tops before she could snatch her skirt down. 

She let herself into her lonely cottage. She was sorry she and Joe hadn't 
started a family, because then she at least would have had a child to keep 
her company. But that would have posed an added problem, also: One more 
mouth to feed. 

Fay was wondering where her own sustenance was going to come from, because 
all of her and Joe's savings had gone to hire his lawyer-the only one in the 
area who would take the case, and then only if he got his fee in advance. 

She crossed the living room and entered the short hallway. She stopped, 
detecting a strange scent in the air. Her cute nostrils flared. 

Tobacco, she decided, which was strange, because she didn't smoke. 

It must have drifted in through a window, she assured herself. All the 
windows were open, since it was a warm summer day, and there was no crime 
problem in the area. That was one advantage of living in a small town which 
Fay appreciated 

She placed her handbag on the bed and unfastened her dress. After the going 
over she had gotten in the jail's ante-room, she needed a bath before she 
did anything else. 

She drew her dress up and off over her head, her hair tumbling gracefully 
down about her shoulders once more. The tops of her titties quivered above 
her bra cups as she walked to the closet to hang her dress up. 

She opened the door and gasped, her blue eyes widening in shock and terror. 

A long-haired punk stood in the closet, wearing jeans and a grimy T-shirt. 
He held a long, gleaming knife that was pointed at Fay's middle. 

"Keep your mouth shut, babe," he snarled, "or I'll cut your cunt out!" 

 CHAPTER TWO 

Backing up until her panty-clad buttocks pressed against the wall, Fay 
stared at the wicked switchblade that the youth was holding low in front of 
her, pointed upward. 

"Wh-what do you want?" she managed to ask, though her throat was tightening 
with terror. 

"I came in here for that bread your husband stole," the teenager replied. "I 
was just about to start looking for it, when I heard you open the front 
door." 

His eyes flicked up and down Fay's voluptuous form in her skimpy briefs, 
gartered stockings, and bra. 

"Now that I got a good look at you," he went on, "I want something besides 
loot. You dig, big tits?" 

"Please don't touch me!" Fay exclaimed, color rushing into her cheeks. "You 
can have all the money that's here-but my husband didn't steal any, so we've 
only got about fifty dollars." 

"Fifty shitty dollars?" the kid snarled. "Baby, you're snowing me. But we'll 
talk about that later." 

He reached out, and his bony, long fingers clamped around Fay's left breast. 
He squeezed the bulging, firm mound. 

"Noooooh!" she whined, and tried to squirm away from him. But that was 
impossible, since her ass was right against the wall. The boy's knife 
advanced to within an inch of her belly. 

He moved his free hand from her left breast to her right one and squeezed 
it. Both her nipples turned stiff in her bra. 

The youth sniggered as he brought his knife up and tickled her skin with the 
tip as he worked it under the center portion of her bra. 

"Oooh, noooh ... please ... oooh God ...!" she babbled, nearly out of her 
mind from dread. 

"You ain't gonna get hurt if you treat me nice and don't yell or 
nothing-dig?" 

Fay nodded her head anxiously, her eyes wide and her pink lips parted. 

The lad jerked his knife, cutting her brassiere cleanly in two, and the cups 
flew away from her quivering, forward-thrusting breasts. 

"Shit!" he said, gazing at the big beauties. His grayish eyes lit up, and he 
licked his thin lips as he wrapped a hand around one of the smooth, spongy 
mounds. 

"Aaaww, God damn ...!" he groaned, and rubbed his hand over her other 
breast. He pawed both tits, back and forth, making them shake and quiver, 
her stiff nipples throbbing as he stroked and bent them. 

Fay bit her lip. She had to keep staring at the awful youth, because she 
still feared for her life. 

"Come on," he said, and grasped her by an arm, jerking her around. She 
brushed his front and felt hardness through his Levi jeans. 

"Don't rape me ... please don't rape me!" she begged. "I've got a husband!" 

"I don't give a shit what you've got," he said, "except a little hole to 
stick my stiff dick into!" 

He gave her a shove, and Fay stumbled backward, her tits shaking wildly as 
she fell onto her back across the bed. She raised her stocking-sheathed 
legs, as if toward him off, then didn't dare try; all the gesture 
accomplished was to show him her crotch which was not completely covered by 
the narrow strip of pink nylon that passed between her thighs. Wispy 
cunt-hairs curled into view along its elasticized edges. 

Fay's eyes widened to the maximum as she stared at the distention of the 
youth's pants-front. Snugly constricting as his jeans were, they still 
managed to stretch and push forward, demonstrating the power and size of his 
horny penis. 

Fay had never seen a cock other than her husband's. She had never wanted to. 
But she knew she was about to see one, whether she liked it or not. 

Still holding the knife in his left hand, the punk used his right hand to 
jerk his beltless pants open. Fay saw thick brown hair as his fly veed. When 
he clawed his jeans down, his dick leaped out at her, and she caught her 
breath as she measured its impressive length with her eyes. The eight-inch 
organ bobbed springily before locking at a very high tilt. The boy's balls 
hung low and hairy as he worked his jeans down to his knees. 

"You like this?" he asked, clutching his hard-on and wagging it at Fay. 

"Noooooh!" she exclaimed, holding her hands over her breasts and pressing 
her thighs together. "Please don't use it on me!" 

"Now look, babe-you better quit blubbering, understand? You know I'm gonna 
screw you. The only question is whether you're gonna get it rough or easy." 

"Ooooooh!" Fay's eyes rolled. "I've never done it ... with anyone but my ... 
husband." 

"Yeah? Well, it's time you did. I'm gonna put my knife away, but if you make 
any trouble I can pull it out mighty fast. Dig? I'd rather cut you up than 
get busted. Remember that?" 

The youth snapped his knife shut and slid it into a pocket of his sagging 
jeans. Fay decided that she didn't dare scream or try to fight him. He was 
strong enough to subdue her, and he just might cut her as he had threatened. 
As awful as rape was, it was preferable to that. 

Utter hopelessness seeped through Fay, as the boy knelt beside her on the 
bed. She wanted to shut her eyes, but she couldn't keep from staring at his 
steel-stiff cock that stood almost straight up against his lean belly. 

How will that feel when it glides into me? she wondered. Will it be like 
Joe's? No. His is thicker, but it isn't nearly as long. I don't know if lean 
take so much cock! 

The youth rolled her breasts with both hands, his fingers sinking into the 
firm titty flesh. Her nipples scratched his palms, which stimulated the 
fiery stems. 

Fay palpitated deep inside, almost as when Joe got ready to take her, though 
she didn't want this awful rape. She moaned, writhing. 

The youth rubbed his hands down her sides and onto her panty-clad hips. His 
fingers dug underneath her, feeling her billowy buttocks. 

"Aaawwww, please ...!" she begged. 

The teenager gathered her panties in his hands and pulled them down, ogling 
her hairy mons and the tight cleft that curved down, out of sight, between 
her lush thighs. He dragged her panties along her thighs, forcing her to 
part them a little in order to avoid a burning friction to their inner 
slopes. 

He jerked her pink panties all the way off and tossed them across the room, 
where they hooked on a dressing table lamp. He grasped her thighs, around 
the tops of her snug stockings, and spread them wide apart. 

"Oooooooh!" Fay said shamefully and finally shut her eyes. She couldn't bear 
to watch the punk's expression when he looked at the secrets of her hotly 
throbbing crotch. 

"You've got a might fine pussy for an older broad," he said huskily, 
admiring its parted, hairy lips and the gleaming, moist pinkness of her 
inner folds. "You're ready too, ain't you-all juicy and hot! How long since 
you been fucked, baby?" 

"Ooh, pleeeease don't use those dirty words!" Fay said. 

"Hell, fuckin' ain't dirty," he said, scrambling between her upward tilted 
thighs. "It's the best damned thing in the world!" 

Fay stared up at him, and it was awfully strange to see a man other than Joe 
poised above her. 

"Be ... gentle ..." she murmured. 

"You don't want it gentle," the youth said, grasping his stiff cock and 
wiggling its bare head between the lubricated folds of her cunt. "Not a wild 
witch like you!" 

He pushed, and his prick sank all the way into her, like a knife gliding 
into warm butter-except that her cunt grasped him firmly. His balls snuggled 
into her crotch. 

Fay was surprised that he had entered her to his entire length without 
giving her discomfort. She could feel his hardness all the way up in the 
center of her belly. She kept staring at him as he breathed through parted 
lips. He stayed propped on his arms, which were planted at each side of her. 

He began to stroke his super-stiff rod up and down in her pussy. 

I'm being fucked by somebody besides Joe! she thought, scarcely believing 
it, though the stropping of the youth's hard column against the tip of her 
clitty and the sensitive nerve-endings of her cunt-mouth produced a burning 
reality that was undeniable. 

The boy moved faster and faster until his slick dick was flying up and down 
in her hotly throbbing hole. She shut her eyes and clamped her teeth onto 
her lip, praying not to derive any pleasure from the rape. 

That didn't work. The faster and harder that the boy drilled his stiff dick 
into her, the stronger the response that welled up. Finally she had to 
express her excitement, though she abhorred what was happening, and she 
lifted her stocking-clad legs into the air, kicking them. 

The sunlight came in through the windows and glinted off her garter clasps. 
Her flexing legs, in the sheer stockings which circled her full, firm 
thighs, created an erotic spectacle which went unappreciated by the lad who 
hovered over her, pumping his bony, long pecker up and down in her clutching 
cunt. 

Her tits bobbed as he rocked her entire body with the force of his teenaged 
fucking. Her brain reeled. Her arms lifted. Then, before she realized what 
she was doing, she clamped her arms and legs around the youth's lithe form 
and drove her hot pussy feverishly against his frenzied penetrating strokes. 

"Aawww, shit!" he rasped. "Fuck! Goddamn, you're hot stuff!" 

"Oooh! Uuuh! Doooo it! Ohh, goodness ...!" Fay was panting. She knew she 
sounded like a slut, but couldn't help herself. 

The boy kept driving his rigid dick into her, his big balls swinging against 
her crotch. She flopped her head from side to side, her cheek rubbing his, 
her hair getting all tangled. 

"Uuuuuuh!" he rasped gutturally. "Hot Jesus!" 

He stopped stroking for a few moments, to grind his pole-like prick deep 
inside her, then resumed pumping even faster than before. Fay clawed at his 
skinny back through his T-shirt. She drummed his heaving flanks with her 
heels. 

The room seemed to swirl about her, and she felt herself approaching a 
climax. She fucked feverishly up and down on the youth's fast-stroking cock, 
then jammed her hips as high as they would go, her buttocks quivering above 
the bed, as the youth's long prick was deeply trapped inside her. 

"OOOOOOOOOOH!" she bawled as she shook and came blindingly, her cuntal 
muscles ringing his throbbing boner up and down, spasming heatedly around 
him. 

He jerked and shot, and his spurts were like liquid bullets striking the pit 
of her cuntal passage. A new wicked burst of orgasmic power shook her, 
making her teeth rattle as she moaned. 

The youth groaned and shot some more-spurt after cunt-searing spurt that 
sent ecstatic tremors coursing up and down through her body, finally leaving 
her weak. 

She sank back against the mattress, her arms and legs gliding away from the 
rapist. 

Oh, what have I DONE? she thought. I ACCEPTED him! I responded to him! God 
help me, I LOVED IT! 

Her cheeks were florid with shame, and her eyes were shut when the boy 
pushed himself off her. Her puffy lips were parted as she continued to pant 
between them. 

"Now, I want your money, cunt!" the youth said. 

"My p-purse," she told him. 

He backed off the bed and pulled his jeans up. He pawed into her purse, 
coming up with two twenties, a ten, and three ones. 

"Shit!" he snarled. "Is this all you got? Where's the fuckin' money that 
your husband stole?" 

"I told you, he didn't steal any! He's innocent!" 

"Everybody in town knows that's a lie." 

"I can't help it what the town thinks," Fay said miserably as she clamped 
her soggy thighs together and held her hands over her breasts. "Just take 
what you've got and get out of here!" 

The boy shoved the currency into his jeans. He walked to the dressing table 
and picked up the cigarette which he had left burning on its edge, before 
ducking into the closet. The long ash dropped onto the rug, and the lad dug 
out matches to re-light what was left of the smoke. 

"Just stay on the bed until I'm out of the house," he warned. Then, as if by 
after-thought, he snatched Fay's panties off the dressing table lamp and 
tossed them to her. They landed across her face, and she got a whiff of her 
own sexual fragrance which impregnated them. 

She uncovered a breast to snatch the damp briefs away from her face, and her 
exposed titty quivered. 

"You're sure built!" the boy said. "Maybe I'll be back to see you some time. 
Now just lie there and don't yell or I sure will be back-sooner than you'd 
like." 

He left the room, moving silently on sneakers, and Fay heard him let himself 
out of the house by the back. He could easily vault the rear fence, she 
assumed. 

She remained where he had left her, her brain still swirling giddily. Not 
only was she deprived of a husband and without a means of livelihood, but 
she apparently was considered fair game by anyone who wanted to get their 
hands on the money her husband was supposed to have stolen ... or wanted to 
sink a horny cock into her body. And to her intense shame, she had enjoyed 
the crude teenager's rape. She had heard that women sometimes enjoyed being 
raped, but she had never thought she would. 

Well, she wouldn't have enjoyed it, she tried to assure herself, except that 
she had been in need of loving and had been tormented wickedly by the 
deputies at the jail. 

She hadn't told her husband what the deputies had done to her, because she 
didn't want to inflict greater suffering on him, when there was nothing he 
could do about it. She vowed not to tell him about the rape for the same 
reason. She would never tell anyone, she decided, as she shakily got off the 
bed and walked into the bathroom, her breasts and buttocks quivering. 

The youth's thick, gooey semen was dribbling down between her warm thighs as 
she turned on the water in the tub. Her hand trembled on the faucet. 

Rape! she thought again, still having difficulty believing it really 
happened to her. Her thinking elaborated on the amazing experience, and she 
realized that she had been taken by someone whose name she didn't know, whom 
she never had seen, to her knowledge, and whom she hoped never to see again. 
That made sex more impersonal than it had ever been to her before-yet still 
intensely thrilling! 

Yes, she had thrilled to the penetration by a man other than her husband. He 
hadn't even been a man, really, but just a big kid-a kid with a tremendous 
prick! 

Fay shuddered. 

She languished in the warm tub for many minutes, rubbing her bobbly breasts 
which still throbbed from the pawing of the young rapist. She rubbed herself 
between the legs as well, carefully cleansing all the little folds of her 
snugly elastic cunt. 

Oh, God, what sort of woman am I, she wondered, to get turned on by a brutal 
rape? Or by that fiendish matron at the jail, poking her finger into my 
pussy and up my ass? 

Can it really be that I don't care WHO touches me or how they do it! AM I 
SUCH A SLUT? 

NO! Fay told herself. I don't want anyone but Joe-not really. I only 
responded to the others because I was upset. Who wouldn't be, after all 
that's happened? 

Fay got out of the tub and dried herself on a large, fluffy towel until her 
body glowed. She walked into the bedroom, her breasts joggling. She selected 
fresh underwear, not bothering with stockings or a garter belt this time, 
since she intended to remain at home. She would have to do some heavy 
thinking today, she decided, then go out and try to find work tomorrow. 
There weren't many opportunities in a small town, she imagined, for a woman 
without skills. 

She put on her undies and stepped into a simple dress, which zipped up the 
front. She had just repaired her makeup and arranged her hair when the front 
doorbell sounded. 

She slid her feet into sandals and walked through the house to answer the 
summons, thinking that it must be a door-to-door salesman. She had been 
bothered by such slickers who came from the city to palm off shoddy goods on 
the supposedly unsophisticated residents of the little town. 

Opening the door, Fay stared at a sleek brunette woman who wore a smart pant 
suit and had several strands of colorful beads around her neck. She also 
wore loop earrings. 

"Hi!" the caller said, her dark eyes twinkling in a wide-mouthed, gregarious 
smile. "Are you Mrs. Joe Preston?" 

"Yes." 

"I'm Liz Merriwell from the Amalgamated News Service. Mind if we have a 
talk?" 

"About what?" 

"Your husband, of course, and the trouble he's in." 

"Well, I ... no!" Fay said decidedly firm. "That's nobody's business but 
ours." 

She tried to shut the door, but Liz's stylish shoe blocked it. 

"On the contrary, Mrs. Preston," Liz said. "It's everybody's business, 
because it's a matter of public action. There are criminal charges pending. 
But it might interest you to know that I doubt your guilt. I've heard a few 
things about your local big baddie-Harry Gantner." 

"You have?" Fay swung the door wide and stepped aside. 

Liz entered the house, her compact hips twisting sensuously. "Yeah, there's 
some talk in the capital that Harry's getting too big for his pants. There's 
a political move afoot to squelch him. I know some people who would just 
love to get him by the balls." 

Fay blushed, because she wasn't used to hearing women use coarse language. 
She had never known a female journalist. 

"Well, uh, sit down Miss Merriwell." 

"It's Miz, if you don't mind," she said, and took a chair. "Got some 
Scotch?" 

"Well, uh ... yes, I believe so. It's in the kitchen." 

"I was just kidding," the news woman said as her quick smile flashed again. 
"Call me by my first name. And you're ...?" 

"Fay." 

"Okay, Fay-hustle up some of that booze and let's get our heads together. 
Maybe I can help you, and you can help me-hmmmmm?" 

Fay doubted that, but she appreciated having someone sympathetic to talk 
with. She hurried to the kitchen for the liquor. 

 CHAPTER THREE 

"So that's the way it is," Fay completed. "Joe's innocent, but they've got 
all kinds of trumped-up evidence against him. And the only evidence against 
Harry Gantner is in his own books and records, which Joe no longer has 
access to ... and I certainly don't." 

"It's really a fucked-up situation," Liz said. 

"Please!" Fay responded, reddening. "I don't like dirty talk." 

The sophisticated brunette studied her with interest. "What do you like, 
Fay?" 

"Hmm?" Fay sipped the last of her drink. 

"What do you dig the most? What turns you on? That's important for the story 
I'm going to do." 

"I don't see how my likes or dislikes are very important. My husband is the 
one who ..." 

"Don't worry about him. I'll be seeing him in jail, and if he can give me 
some solid data on Gantner, I'll have the old boy's books examined by an 
expert." 

"That sounds good," Fay said, beginning to feel the effects of the liquor. 
"But I ought to warn you about getting in to see Joe." 

"What's the problem?" Liz's deep-red lips kissed the rim of her glass. 

"When I went to see Joe this morning, I was subjected to all sorts of abuse 
before they-the sheriff's deputies, I mean-would let me in." 

"Go on." 

Fay averted her eyes shamefully. The Scotch was making her feel loose. "Well 
... they made me strip. And not just in front of a matron, either. There 
were two male deputies in the room." 

"No shit?" Liz asked, her eyes sparkling. 

Fay decided to ignore the vulgarism as she continued, her cheeks quite pink, 
"I had to take off everything ... right down to my stockings and garter belt 
... and that woman deputy did things to me while the men watched. It was 
supposed to be a search, to make sure I wasn't smuggling a weapon to Joe, 
they said." 

"What, uh, things did they do?" Liz asked, and downed the remainder of her 
Scotch. 

"I really hate to talk about it," Fay said,-her eyes rolling. She wriggled 
her warming bottom against the couch. "But I suppose you ought to know. Well 
... the matron put Vaseline on her finger and stuck it ... oh, all the way 
up my vagina ... and then, as if that wasn't enough, she stuck her finger up 
my ... ass." 

"You poor girl!" Liz exclaimed, and her sympathy seemed sincere. 

"That isn't all!" Fay said, responding to the warmth she was feeling from 
the other woman. She had to unburden herself completely. "When I got home, 
there was a punk-a dirty, long-haired kid-hiding here in my bedroom. He'd 
been looking for the money my husband was supposed to have stolen, and I 
surprised him. Well, he jumped me and ... ooh, Liz, he raped me!" 

"The son of a bitch!" Liz exclaimed, and quickly moved to the couch, 
cuddling Fay in her arms. 

"The worst of it was ..." Fay said, sniffling, "I think I enjoyed it! I 
mean, I came and everything ... while that, that hippie was screwing me! And 
before that, I got awfully excited while the female deputy had her finger 
inside me! Ooooh, Liz, am I queer or perverted? You know about things like 
that, don't you?" 

"I certainly do!" Liz said, patting the distraught, cuddly blonde. 

"Well? Am I normal ... or what?" 

"You're normal, believe me!" Liz said, stroking Fay's thigh. "You merely 
responded to the tactile stimulation those people gave you." Liz was 
gradually pushing Fay's skirt up. "Your erogenous zones don't know whether 
they're being touched by a male or a female. And as for being raped-well, 
honey, that's one of the greatest turn-ons in the world!" 

"Really?" Fay asked, drying her eyes. She was so interested in what Liz was 
saying, and in the sympathy that the woman lavished upon her, that she 
didn't realize Liz had pushed her skirt all the way up to her lap. 

"What bothers you the most, I'll bet, is the way you responded to the 
matron-right? When she touched you about here?" Liz placed her hand on Fay's 
panty-clad crotch. 

A searing shock went through the confused wife, and she stared at her white 
panties, where Liz's red-tipped fingers were stroking up and down. 

"NO!" Fay said, and tried to push Liz away. "Don't DOOOOOO that!" 

The other woman was determined and would not allow her hand to be dislodged 
from Fay's warm crotch. "You're responding to me right now, aren't you?" Liz 
asked, still rubbing. 

"YES! Oooh my God, Liz ...!" Fay writhed desperately. 

"It's normal, honey-wonderfully normal! Believe me, I know! Why, I'm that 
way myself. Just let a woman touch me on the pussy, and it's fun city!" 

She urged Fay onto her back on the sofa. 

"Pleeeeeease ... noooooooh ... oh, we mustn't ...!" Fay said. 

"There's nothing to worry about," Liz soothed, gently moving Fay's bare legs 
apart. "The fact that you responded to the rape proves that. You're not gay 
or anything. You're just a warm-blooded woman who perhaps has been sexually 
deprived." 

Liz gazed at the creamy-smooth inner surfaces of Fay's tilted thighs which 
were splayed widely. The shapely columns tapered to sensuous fullness where 
they were encircled by the elastics of her plain white briefs. 

Liz began gently stroking Fay's satiny inner thighs, which caused the 
reclining woman to writhe. Her narrow panty-crotch pulled this way and that, 
the sleek nylon puckering, and curly blonde hairs appeared along the panty's 
edges. 

"Here ... why don't you let me slip your panties off?" Liz suggested, her 
hands crawling up to Fay's hips. 

"Ooooooh, that's nasty!" Fay exclaimed, but she was getting wildly excited. 

"Nothing's nasty that gives us pleasure and doesn't hurt anyone," Liz said, 
pulling the other woman's pants down. "Anything I do for you, I'll let you 
do for me ... if you wish." 

Fay felt tremendously loose and wicked as she lay on the sofa and let Liz 
look at her naked crotch. The other's reassuring words hadn't convinced her 
they were doing the right thing-but Liz's touch felt wonderful, and Fay was 
confused. The liquor hadn't helped. 

Liz gently stretched the hair-adorned, soft lips of Fay's pussy wide apart 
and gazed at the succulent, moist pinkness of her cuntal crevice. Her little 
vaginal mouth seemed to pulsate. Her clit was up, pushing out its encircling 
whorls of rosy, velvet flesh. 

Liz bowed her brunette head, the beggar beads around her neck clacking 
softly ... and the next thing Fay knew, she felt her exposed, throbbing cunt 
being licked! 

"Oooooooh ... my goodness ...!" she pantingly exclaimed, and writhed against 
the tantalizing tongue that was giving her forbidden pleasure. 

Joe had never licked her between the legs. No one had. She found, to her 
amazement, that it was one of the most delectable sensations in the 
world-perhaps the most. 

Throwing all propriety to the winds, she bumped against the woman whose 
tongue was working in and out of all her wiggly pussy folds. She writhed, 
smearing her gushing cunt juice all over Liz's face as the latter plunged 
her tongue more deeply into Fay's tasty twat ... fucking the throbbing 
center of her sexuality with the wicked oral organ. 

"Yessssssssss!" Fay hissed, grasping Liz's close-cropped, brunette head. 
"Dooooooo it! GOD!" 

Fay twisted Liz's head while the latter licked her sizzling pussy with 
delirious effect. Liz's tongue stroked up and down her tangy, moist cuntal 
lips, caressing the sensitive labia more thrillingly than they ever had been 
caressed before. Liz's warm breath added to the excitement. When she began 
licking the hottest spot of Fay's passion-the very tip of her stiffly 
throbbing little clit-Fay went wild. She bumped her hips with such 
uncontrollable lust that Liz's tongue kept skidding off-target. But the 
exquisite lovemaker returned each time to the center of Fay's desire, 
circling her fiery nubbin, fluttering against it, and finally working the 
surrounding folds of flesh completely back to let Liz's lips seize her 
wildly throbbing clit-tip and suck. 

"OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!" Fay fairly howled, her lips slamming spastically as 
Liz kept hold of her little flesh-fang ... sucking and licking ... whipping 
it with her devilish tongue. 

Fay came gloriously, a white-hot flare seeming to spread through all the 
nerves and fiber of her body. She throbbed and bumped, moaning, until every 
ounce of her nervous energy was spent. Then she collapsed on the couch, her 
hands gliding away from Liz's sleek head. Her legs, which Fay unconsciously 
had looked over the other woman's back, also skidded away. 

Liz sat up, smiling. "You know something, precious?" she purred. "You've got 
too many clothes on ... and so have I." 

She stood and began unbuttoning the top of her pants-suit. 

"No!" Fay said, still bleary-eyed, though she was gradually returning to 
reality. "We can't do any more! Pleeeeeeeease!" 

"Hush," Liz urged. "Just stay there." 

The brunette shed the top of her suit, revealing titties that stuck out 
arrogantly, though they were small. Liz's beige nipples were like pencil 
erasers set in the center of crinkly, small disks. 

Fay watched with curious fascination as the other woman stepped out of her 
long pants. All she wore for underwear were the skimpiest of black briefs, 
which quickly came off. The raven hair on her mons and along her slit was 
closely trimmed, which made her cuntal crack startlingly evident and 
accessible. 

"Now it's your turn to get beautifully naked," she smiled at Fay, and bent 
to unfasten the top of the latter's dress. Liz's little breasts hung 
quivering near Fay's face. 

God, what am I letting myself in for now? Fay wondered. 

She could have got up and ran. However, curiosity kept her where she 
was-that and the lingering warmth of the climax she'd just enjoyed. Whether 
or not it was wrong to play sexually with another woman, her body hadn't 
thought so. 

Liz pulled Fay's dress off, leaving her in just a white bra. This quickly 
was removed, as well, and her sumptuous breasts tumbled into Liz's hands. 

"Oooooh, my dear ...!" the latter purred. "What big, luscious tits!" 

Liz rolled the rubbery globes, squeezing gently. She plucked at Fay's 
stiffening nipples. 

Fay shut her eyes and tilted her head back. Liz's every touch seemed better 
than a man's, she admitted with shame. The other woman knew just how to 
stroke and squeeze and twiddle to produce the optimum effect upon Fay's 
responsive nerve ends. 

The bewildered woman felt herself being urged back to a reclining position 
and Liz straddled her, face-to-face. Titty-to-titty was more like it, 
because Liz held Fay's large breasts in her hands and rubbed them against 
her own dangling little knockers. Nipple stroked nipple, creating an odd 
stimulation. 

Fay was startled when Liz crept forward and dropped a rigid brown nipple 
between her lips. 

"Suck it, darling," Liz said. 

A breast in her mouth? What did Fay want with that? But she sucked Liz's 
firm nipple experimentally, wagging her tongue across the rigid tip. There 
was something strangely pleasurable about it, Fay discovered, and she let 
her mouth take in more of the other woman's titty until her lips were 
heatedly clasping and skidding against the firm, slippery breast while Liz's 
nipple throbbed atop her lapping tongue. 

Liz pulled that breast from Fay's mouth with a pop, and fed her a dry tit. 
Fay sucked that one, her brain beginning to do lazy cartwheels. Her loins, 
which had been licked and sucked to throbbing satisfaction just a few 
minutes before, were heating up again. 

Is there no limit to my depravity? She thought in dismay. 

Liz drew back and licked Fay's luscious pink breast-tips as she squeezed 
both breasts, forcing the nipples high. She seized one between her soft lips 
and sucked it while circling her tongue around the straining bud. She pulled 
that breast from her mouth and shoved the other in. 

Fay's titties throbbed from the luscious mouth-loving the other woman 
lavished on them. By the time Liz was through with this phase of the Lesbian 
lovemaking, Fay was ready for more intense stimulation. 

Still, she was startled when Liz turned around and straddled her face. 

"Wait a minute!" Fay cried, breathing hard. She pushed against Liz's firm, 
compact buttocks. "I don't want to do thaaaaaaat!" 

"Yes you do ... darling ..." Liz murmured. "Give it a try." 

She bent into Fay's sweetly fragrant crotch and resumed licking her there, 
while Liz's fingers curled around her soft assflesh, squeezing and wiggling 
the sumptuous half-globes. Liz lowered her crotch until it was poised just 
an inch above Fay's face. 

What was she to do-just stare at Liz's pussy, when she was so very, very 
excited, and Liz was fanning her flames with a fluttering tongue? 

Groaning in abject surrender, she clutched the other woman's hips and 
brought them down. Liz's cunt smacked soggily against her mouth. Fay licked 
the softly slitted flesh, her senses reeling. She discovered, to her 
surprise, that Liz's pussy didn't have a bad taste at all. There was a 
subtle tang to it that titillated Fay's taste buds, and its scent was 
musky-sweet. 

Liz licked Fay's cunt with increased intensity, working heatedly in and out 
of all its soft, fleshy folds ... plastering Fay's pussyfluff against her 
larger, gaping labia ... even stroking shockingly into Fay's asscrack to 
tongue-tickle her tingling anus. Liz's beads dragged against her crotch and 
the former's earrings stimulated the sensitive inner slopes of her thighs. 

Fay had to dig into Liz's pussy, picking up richer flavor and greater 
slickness as her tongue stroked the liver-like labia. She found the tip of 
Liz's clitty and licked it, causing the other woman to thrust her tongue 
into Fay's throbbing cunt-hole. It was just like being fucked Fay 
discovered, though the penetrations were shallow and wiggly instead of long 
and stiff. 

Liz reamed her cuntal mouth thoroughly while Fay seized the other woman's 
throbbing clit-head between her lips and sucked. They writhed and trembled 
together, clutching each other's asses. Fay's nose touched the other woman's 
dainty asshole as Liz writhed deep in her crotch. Their tongues fluttered 
wildly in each other's honey-pots. Their merged passion built until they 
both quivered breathlessly at the brink of release. 

It happened for each of them at the same time, organic waves rolling from 
their licked cunts to their fevered brains and back, sending tingles all the 
way to their curled-up toes. They heaved together, fingers clutching soft 
assflesh as they writhed, rubbing sopped pussies against each other's 
mouths. Tongues slurped. Lips sucked. Throats greedily gulped down gushing 
honey. 

When it was all over and Liz had dismounted, Fay feared she had behaved 
horridly. But she couldn't be angry with herself-and certainly not with 
Liz-because she physically felt too good. 

She just lay back and tried to sort everything out in her mind, which proved 
to be a hopeless task, as she hazily watched Liz get dressed. 

Finally Fay got up, found her panties and bra and put them on. Her dress 
followed, and she at least gave the appearance of respectability once more, 
though her hair was mussed and she wore a confused and vulnerable 
expression. 

Liz was a perfect picture of composure after dressing, quickly combing her 
straight hair, and restoring her lipstick before the living room mirror. 

"All right!" she said, sitting down opposite Fay. "Back to business! If I'm 
going to get the goods on Harry Gantner, I'll have to see your husband 
first. As for your part of the story-the human interest angle-I believe I 
have that." 

"Wh-what do you mean?" Fay asked. "Surely you're not going to write about 
what just happened." 

"Don't be silly!" Liz said. "It's just that I've gotten to know you, dear. 
You're sweet and trusting ... and very warm." 

"Well, I ..." Fay averted her gaze. 

"Now, I may need some help from you after I've heard what your husband has 
to say. How are your relations with Gantner?" 

"What? I don't have any!" 

"Well, you know him, don't you?" Liz asked. 

"We've met. But I certainly haven't seen him lately." 

"Why don't you drop around and pay him a visit-at his office, of course. 
Sort of feel him out and see what his attitude is." 

"Liz, that's crazy! He framed my husband because Joe was about to destroy 
him. What could we possibly have to say to each other?" 

"You might be surprised," Liz replied, her eyes twinkling. "You're an 
attractive woman ... and I understand that Harry dips the wick occasionally 
away from home. At least, that's his reputation. He knows you're without a 
man right now, and your hubby can't bother him from jail." 

"Liz, are you suggesting that I should ... offer myself to Harry Gantner?" 
Fay was shocked. 

"I'm suggesting that you should get the lay of the land, that's all. We 
reporters are trained to dig for the facts. Anyone can profit from the same 
approach." 

"B-but ..." 

Liz leaned forward and touched Fay's hand. "Look ... you've got to use 
everything at your disposal to help your husband, right? That includes all 
your physical goodies if need be. Baby, those tits of yours ought to turn 
Harry on-to say nothing of your beautiful, soft, hot ass!" 

Fay was flabbergasted. She said, blushing, "I couldn't stand to have him 
touch me!" 

"Even to help your husband get free?" 

"But I don't see how ..." 

"Persuasion!" Liz said. "Physical persuasion. Who knows, if you're hot 
enough with old Harry he might agree to drop the charges against your Joe- 
or come up with some new evidence that would get him off the hook. And you, 
at the same time, might be able to help me get the evidence I need to expose 
the old fart." 

"Liz! I can't do anything like that." 

The reporter sighed and stood up. "Well, at least think it over. I'll be 
getting back to you. In the meantime, keep smiling!" 

Practicing her own advice, Liz left the house. Fay shut the door and leaned 
against it, her soft, springy buttocks compressing. 

Seduce Harry Gantner? The idea was preposterous! What had made Liz come up 
with such a notion, Fay wondered. 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

She had worked her way down the list she had made the night before, getting 
brusque and sometimes hateful turndowns from each employer. None would 
consider hiring the wife of the man who had robbed Harry Gantner. 

She had one final prospect, and if she didn't land a job with him, she 
didn't know what she would do. That was how she happened to find herself 
seated in a cluttered little office at the rear of the Happy Times club, 
being ogled by Nick Spiros while he champed on the soggy, cold stump of a 
cigar. 

"Mrs. Preston, huh? Guess your hubby's that one they just arrested." 

"Yes," she admitted. "Does that make any difference to you?" 

"Shit, no. Harry Gantner don't do his drinking here, and he has no say so 
about who does. Course, I guess he could get the sheriffs boys to lean on 
me-but I'm on pretty good terms with them. They like their fun, too." 

"Then you'll consider hiring me?" Fay asked, brightening up. 

"That depends." Nick shifted his cigar from one side of his mouth to the 
other. "You got legs?" 

"Well, of course I have legs." 

"I mean, pretty ones. And do you mind showing 'em?" 

"I'm just applying for a job as a waitress, Mr. Spiros." 

"I know that. But my waitresses wear short skirts-or ain't you ever 
noticed?" 

"I uh, don't come in here very often." 

"I'll bet not." Nick motioned with a stubby finger. "Stand up." 

Fay stood, feeling uncomfortable. The squat, greasy man had snapping black 
eyes that seemed to look right through her-or at least through her clothes. 
He also had a mass of curly dark hair. He was perhaps forty years old. 

"Lift your skirt," he told Fay. 

Embarrassed, she pinched the garment at both sides and glided it hissingly 
up her nylon-sheathed legs until the hem was just high enough to show her 
stocking welts and the clips of her garters. 

"Shit!" Nick said irritably. "That don't tell me nothing!" 

"Mr. Spiros, would you mind not saying that?" 

"What?" he asked. 

"Shit," Fay said, and blushed. 

"Look, girly ... if a four-letter word is gonna shock you, maybe we'd better 
knock this off right now. I mean, my customers are earthy guys-and so are 
most of the babes who work here." 

"All right ... all right," Fay said, momentarily shutting her eyes. "I'm 
sorry I objected." 

"So pull your skirt up some more-right up to your panties, if you wear any." 

This is hopeless! Fay thought, and she was prompted to walk out. But she 
needed a job desperately and didn't know where else to turn. 

She raised her skirt higher, showing her bare thighs above the tops of her 
stockings. "Pretty nice," Nick said, chewing on his cigar. 

Fay let her skirt drop back over her thighs with relief. 

"You got good boobs, near as I can tell. But brassieres sometimes play 
tricks." Nick's eyes glinted. "Take off your blouse." 

"Now, see here, Mr. Spiros!" Fay said, her cheeks flaming. 

"Baby, I didn't invite you in. You want a job, or don't you?" 

"What do my breasts have to do with getting a job as a waitress?" 

"The outfit you'll be wearing not only has a short skirt," Nick explained 
with impatience, "but it's cut low on top, too. And my girls don't wear no 
bras. The customers like to see their titties jiggle." 

Fay shut her eyes once again, and her pink lips parted. She felt her cheeks 
burning. 

"Well, I ain't got all day," Nick prompted. 

Numbly Fay unfastened her blouse and shrugged out of it. Her breast flesh 
quivered above her bra cups. 

"That too," Nick said, wagging his finger. 

"Why didn't you just tell me to strip naked?" Fay demanded hotly. 

"Your pussy's the one thing you don't have to show on the job ... unless you 
want to. But I gotta see your tits." 

Angrily Fay reached behind her, unhooked her bra, and pulled it away. Her 
breasts bobbed springily. 

"Heyyyyy, they're all right!" Nick said, obviously heating up. "Okay-you got 
the job ... if ..." 

"Yes?" Fay asked, flush-faced, as she crossed her arms over her bosom. 

Nick stood and walked around his desk to stand directly in front of her. He 
picked the soggy cigar from his mouth and dropped it into an ashtray with 
several other stubs. He grinned. 

"You're a mighty good-looking babe," he said, "and I've got a policy about 
the women I like: I don't hire 'em unless they're willing to put out." 

"P-put out?" 

"Yeah. Fuck. You've heard that word, ain't you?" 

Fay's cheeks turned an even deeper red. "Are you telling me that I have to 
..." 

"The job pays one-fifty a week," Nick cut in, "plus tips. And the tips are 
damned good. You oughta clear yourself a grand a month, easy. In return for 
that, I expect a few little favors ... starting right now." 

Fay had never been propositioned so callously before. She wanted to spit in 
the face of the filthy man and storm out of his office. But she was really 
up against it, and it had become clear to her that no one else in town would 
hire her. 

She shamefully averted her eyes as a wild throbbing started in her lower 
body. "M-Mr. Spiros ..." 

"Will you or won't you?" he asked. 

She hesitated, and the silence seemed to last for two minutes, though it was 
only ten seconds long. 

"All right," she heard herself murmur, realizing she had sunk to a new low. 

"Great!" Nick growled. "Now just put your arms down." 

Fay shamefully uncovered her breasts, which quivered as her arms left them. 
Her nipples were already stiff. 

Nick surrounded her left breast with his short, grubby fingers. He squeezed 
the resilient, rounded flesh, and pointed her pink nipple toward his mouth. 
He bent and sucked her titty. 

Fay shut her eyes and shivered. That shook her wobbly titflesh in Nick's 
mouth, which seemed to fire him all the more. He clamped on her breast as if 
it were a cigar, bruising her sensitive nipple. His free hand palmed her 
right breast, rolling it. He switched his mouth to that one. 

Fay bit her lip and stared at the wall, which was adorned with half-nude 
girly pictures, tacked up helter-skelter. Throbs spread from her boob which 
the coarse man was sucking. 

He raised his head. "Okay, you can start by giving me a blow job." 

"What?" Fay didn't understand. 

"A blow job! F'Christ's sake, don't you know what that means?" 

"N-no." 

"It means taking my cock in your mouth," Nick said. 

Fay's knees wobbled. She felt faint. "I ... I can't do that, Mr. Spiros. I 
really c-can't!" 

"Why not? Afraid of getting germs?" Nick's eyes and tone mocked her. 

"No, I just ..." Fay's eyes rolled. "I just never did anything like that 
before ..." 

Liar! an inner voice said. You kissed Liz's pussy. What's the difference-a 
pussy or a cock? But Liz was clean, and this man ... 

"You never blowed your husband, huh?" Nick chided. "But I'll bet he ate your 
sweet little pussy. I just love you goody-goody wives! No wonder most 
married men play around. We cater to a lot of 'em." The reference was 
unclear. 

"Please leave my marriage out of this!" Fay said, trying not to show anger. 
"If ... if you want to f-fuck me, you can." 

"Okay, we'll fuck," Nick said, somewhat disgusted. "You can use your hand to 
get me up. But I'm gonna want the other after you've been workin' here 
awhile. You better be thinking about it." 

Fay was grateful that he wasn't insisting on the other right away because, 
if he had, she was afraid she would have done it. 

"Uuh ... m-my hand, you said?" she asked tremulously. 

"Yeah." Nick quickly unfastened his baggy pants and pushed them down, 
together with his shorts. 

Fay was surprised by the size of the cock that hung beneath his protruding 
belly. He was a short man overall, but his penis certainly wasn't. It was 
thick, also, and it had an outer skin that came down to its tip. 

She reached and brought her hand up underneath his warm, soft penis, lifting 
it. 

"Well, get going!" he snapped. "Play with it a little." 

Fay shook his wiggly organ between her thumb and fingers. She tentatively 
moved the foreskin against the inner body of his member. She had trouble 
seeing what she was doing, because she had to stand too close and his belly 
was in the way. 

"Kneel down!" he said. 

"No, I ... I ..." 

Fay sank hopelessly to her knees. She could smell his cock from that 
position. It had a stronger muskiness than Liz's dainty cunt. As Fay rolled 
the man's rubbery foreskin up and down on his meaty, soft prick, a greater 
gust of aroma reached her flaring nostrils. It made her head light. 

She stared at Nick's cock as she pushed his swarthy foreskin all the way 
back off of his purplish bulb, then stroked the bulb with the tips of her 
fingers while she held his supple, thick stem between the fingers and thumb 
of her other hand. 

He groaned responsively and began to exhibit another response as well: His 
shaft stiffened between Fay's fingers while his knob fattened. His great 
prick rose to point directly at her face. 

What a piece of meat! she thought. That's really going to stretch me! 

Despite herself, she was becoming excited. But she couldn't ignore the 
humiliation of her situation, and she had a less-than-warm feeling for the 
man who had forced the indignity upon her. 

She squeezed his stiffened prick, marveling at its thickness and the warmth 
that pulsated through it. Heavy blue veins extended along the throbbing 
organ. The slit at its tip gaped, and a drop of clear fluid oozed out to 
cling there. 

"Get up," Nick said. 

Fay stood unsteadily. She looked at the worn, sagging sofa at the side of 
the room and the question crossed her mind as- to how many girls Nick had 
fucked there. There was about to be one more, she realized with resignation, 
and walked to it. Her full breasts jiggled. 

She dropped her skirt, exposing her bottom in clingy yellow briefs. The 
nylon was stretched tautly across her plump buttocks, the crack between them 
hazily showing through. The lower elastics of her panties had ridden up 
slightly on the mounds, letting a portion of each lower curve escape. Her 
thighs were enticing between the edges of her panties and the gartered tops 
of her hose. 

Nick held his pants and shorts at half-mast as he paraded his stiff prick 
across the room. His hand stroked Fay's panty-clad bottom, enjoying the 
springy softness of her asscheeks as the thin nylon glided against them. 

Fay was about to get down on the sofa when the man surprised her by dropping 
to his knees. He grasped her by the hips and pulled her backward until half 
of her nylon-sheathed bottom pressed his cheek. He nipped at the portion of 
her buttock that had escaped from a panty elastic, causing Fay to yelp. 

He slapped her across the ass, making her buttocks jiggle in her panties. 

"OOOOWWWWW!" she complained. 

"You got a hell of a rear, baby!" Nick growled. "Fact is, you're well-built 
all the way around." 

He pushed her forward and she plunged onto the sofa, landing on her knees. 
Nick was up behind her, and he pressed against the middle of her back, which 
mashed her bare breasts against the dusty, worn sofa cushions. 

He peeled the panties off her rear while she smoldered in humiliation. With 
her ass sticking up in the air, and him right behind her, she didn't have a 
secret in the world. 

"Stay just like that," he said as he worked the panties out from under her 
knees. He dropped the silky undergarments on the dirty floor. 

"Now!" he said, moving up to Fay, his prick pointing. 

Her humiliation deepened when she realized that he was going to enter her 
from behind, as if she were a bitch in heat and he was a mongrel hound. The 
analogy was not far from wrong, she shamefully thought. 

Nick clutched his turgid member and smeared it up and down the gash of pink, 
wiggly flesh that gleamed in Fay's fringe of light-brown, wispy hairs. He 
didn't push for immediate entry, but toyed with her, dragging his cockhead 
up between her satiny buttocks. When his wet prick smeared across her anus, 
she felt a twinge of apprehension. 

Surely he wouldn't try to ...? 

Fay dared not complete the thought. Then her anxiety eased as Nick's bulbous 
flesh which was poking against her upraised bottom, skidded lower once more. 
He wiggled his knob between her cuntal folds, which had taken on a good deal 
of moisture. 

He pushed, and Fay caught her breath as his thick cockhead spread her cunt's 
mouth wider than it had been stretched before. He twisted, pushing into her. 

"Ooooooh God, you're huutmuuuge!" she said shudderingly as his prick 
expanded her pussy. 

"And you're tight!" he puffed. "Baby, don't you ever screw?" 

"Don't talk," she murmured in shame as she felt him gradually take 
possession of her. Finally he was sticking into her to the full length of 
his bull-like cock, her vaginal membranes clutching him heatedly. 

He grunted and wiggled his big prick inside her. 

"Ooooooooooh ..." she whimpered, because it felt as if she were being 
stirred by a monstrous log. 

Nick's front ground against her soft bottom. His wiry bush tickled her 
cuntlips. She felt his cock throb in her vaginal clutches. 

He partially withdrew, rippling her pussy, then reversed directions and 
drove fully into her again. He withdrew and pushed in a third time. Each 
motion was separate and distinct; he hadn't established any rhythm, but 
seemed to want to savor every penetration for itself. He was breathing hard 
as he clutched her soft hips, his fingertips touching the straps of her 
garters. His thumbs pressed her springy buttocks. 

Fay could feel his horny coronal ridge most intensely as he stroked. She 
could feel the veins along his prick, as well. She moaned, heating up 
despite her wish to remain unresponsive. 

Finally he established a slow, steady rhythm, socking his cock into her cunt 
as he slapped her buttocks with the lower portion of his belly. The sounds 
added to the eroticism of the gliding, pussy-spearing thrusts. Nick's balls 
swung against her clit. 

"Ooooooooooooh!" she said, and began wiggling her upthrust ass. 

Nick's cock came bulling in, stuffing her with his turgid meat. She writhed, 
rubbing her titties against the coarse fabric of the couch. She got hot, 
because Nick was too much man to treat indifferently. 

The wet warmth of her pussy welcomed his deep-probing thrusts, swirling 
around him in velvet waves. He groaned and fucked harder into her. His 
lightning bolts jarred her body from ass to shoulders, forcing her breasts 
deeper into the sofa. Her cheek was pressed against the cushion as well, her 
blonde hair tumbling across it. 

Nick stroked his hamlike hands up and down her thighs, across the tops of 
her stockings and along her garters as he gave her thrust after thrust of 
his thick, hard cock. The waves rolling up and down her pussy came faster 
and faster. 

"Uuuuh ... ooooooooh ... GOD!" she said, and gritted her teeth to keep them 
from rattling against each other as the man rammed her. 

His prick was like a tree-trunk driving up and down inside her pussy, 
stretching her delicate membranes with every plunge. Because she was so 
slick inside, there was no abrasion-just luscious, sensual bursts of warmth 
that built, crashing into her consciousness. 

He was driving her to a climax, whether she liked it or not-and finally she 
had to have it. She wiggled her ass wildly as she pushed her encompassing 
cunt to the hairy base of his rod. 

"Ooooooh, spear me ... FUCK MEEEEEEE ... KEEP DRIVING YOUR BIG PRICK INNNN!" 
she wantonly cried. 

The couch shook beneath them as he pumped his meaty, hard column into her 
pussy at rapid speed. A fine spray fanned out with each thrust, and their 
organs made a slippery, socking sound. 

"OOOOH ... OOOH ... OOOOH!" Fay panted. 

Her brain swirled. The whole world was composed of PRICK-big, hard, 
pussy-stretching prick that plunged into her thrilled fuckhole faster and 
faster ... shaking her ... rocking her ... making her wild with lust. 

She bucked and heaved against the lusty man, her cunt gobbling up his every 
thrust. She quivered. She writhed. 

She came with an explosive burst in the pit of her belly, and she bumped 
spastically, bawling. The man continued to fuck her. Her brain reeled 
helplessly, and she clawed for yet another climax. Bumping wildly, she 
caught it, and there was a second explosive burst. 

Nick growled and kept pumping into her upturned cunt. 

"NOOOOOOOH!" she howled. "NO MORE! I CAN'T TAAAAAAKE IT! AAAHHHRGH!" 

Strangely she panted and shook as she reached her third orgasm, then 
gratefully felt Nick's cock explode wetly inside her. He hosed her with 
spurt after spurt of thick, gushing cream. 

"You got the job!" he said raspingly as he fell forward onto her back. 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

She pranced through the Happy Times club in a skirt that quit high on her 
thighs, a blouse that was cut so low and fitted so loosely that her tits 
could be seen bouncing about, and silky white briefs that clung to her ass 
cheeks. The latter were shown to the customers each time she bent over a 
table. The prancing was made necessary by the high heels which completed her 
ensemble and the fact that she had to keep moving to get the job done. 

The Happy Times was a popular spot, frequented in large numbers by field 
hands, town idlers, and others with a few bucks in their pocket, time on 
their hands, and no taste for refinement. The place was rough and ready as 
were most of the girls who worked there. 

Fay was out of place, and she felt this every minute. But she needed the 
job. She derived an odd, tingly thrill as she moved among the coarse drunks 
in her skimpy costume, getting lewd propositions and lascivious feels, 
hearing the words fuck and shit so frequently that they seemed to ring in 
her ears all the time. Despite the titillation, she was offended by it all 
and told herself that she would keep the job only until she could find 
something else. 

It was like being next to naked in a Main Street crowd as she carried drinks 
to the booths and tables, brushing against men as she was forced to edge 
between them, feeling hands paw her panty-clad rear, having her breasts 
swipe across burly chests and nearly pop out of her deeply slitted satiny 
blouse. Men liked to pay for their drinks by tucking bills between her 
titties while they tested the soft, springy flesh with their fingers. It was 
common practice, as she leaned over a table, to have one guy breathing into 
her gaping blouse while another reached under fringe of a skirt to pinch a 
plump buttocks-cheek that bulged against the elastic of her panties. 

By the end of the first night, Fay was flushed and bushed and dismayed by 
all she had gone through. Besides that, her feet hurt. 

After she had served her last customer, she dropped onto a chair and was 
mildly shocked when her thin panties smacked against the cold vinyl seat. It 
was the first time she had sat down in her abbreviated costume, not counting 
a couple of pee trips to the potty. 

"Oooh, it was ... rough." 

"You bet your sweet ass!" the waitress named Shirley said. "But, damn it, 
the tips are good. How'd you do?" 

Fay felt into the side pocket of her skirt and pulled out a wad of bills, 
along with some change. She had turned most of her dimes and quarters into 
currency as she went along so that the weight of the coins wouldn't pull her 
skirt down, and she discovered that she had collected almost thirty dollars, 
which was plus wages. That did make it worth-while, she decided. 

"You know, the real money around here is in turning tricks, but I can't hack 
that," Shirley said. "My old man would sure as shit find out, and he'd beat 
my ass." 

"T-turning tricks?" Fay asked, a bit wide-eyed. 

"Yeah. You know what that means, don't you?" Shirley chomped her gum as she 
regarded Fay through jaded eyes. 

"Well, I'm not sure." 

Shirley laughed and got up. "Ask Nick. He'll fill you in." 

"Ask me what?" the swarthy manager wanted to know as he approached the 
table. 

"The new girl wants you to tell her about turning tricks," Shirley said with 
a wise grin and left, swinging her hips. 

Nick sank onto the chair that Shirley's bottom had warmed. "So you're 
ambitious, huh?" he asked Fay, and bit his soggy cigar. 

"Well, I need to make as much money as I can, what with my husband's legal 
costs and my one living expenses ... but I don't understand about tricks." 

"Want to learn?" 

"I suppose." 

"Come on," Nick said, grabbing her hand. "I've got a guy in my office right 
now who'd love to teach you." 

He led Fay across the club which a short time ago had been bustling but now 
was deserted, except for a waitress or two who hadn't yet gone home and the 
bartender, putting his booze away. Nick opened the door of his cramped, 
messy office, and shoved Fay ahead of him. 

"Here's the girl you want!" he announced to a man in casual but expensive 
clothes, who sat on the sofa. 

He stood, smiling at Fay. He didn't look as if he belonged in the trashy 
club. Not only did he have the appearance of money, but of some refinement, 
also. Perhaps thirty-five years old and trimly built, he wore polished 
glasses with gleaming metal frames and had short brown hair, which was 
neatly in place. 

"Fay, this is Al. He's a good friend of the club," Nick said. "Fay here's a 
new chick. She just started tonight." 

Fay caught the wink which passed from Nick to the well-groomed customer as 
he added, "Be real nice to her, will you?" 

"That would be my great pleasure." Al reached and took Fay's hand. 

"Hello," was all she could say as she stared at him. 

She knew something was going on, but she hadn't grasped what it was, perhaps 
because she was tired or just overwhelmed by the chaotic impressions of a 
long, raucous evening. 

"Take her upstairs," Nick said matter-of-factly as he walked behind his 
desk. 

"Come on, Fay," the handsome man said warmly, and guided her from the room. 

There was a staircase next to Nick's office which, strangely enough, she 
hadn't noticed before. Al let her precede him as they climbed it, and she 
knew he was watching her soft bottom wiggle in her silken briefs. 

There were several doors along the upstairs hallway, and Al directed her to 
one that was ajar. She opened it and entered the room. 

She stopped and staring at the neatly made bed which was the room's 
principal fixture. 

Al shut the door and stood in front of it, watching her. 

"What is this?" she demanded. 

"It's a place where we can lie down," Al said simply. 

"Ooh, no!" 

Fay tried to edge past the man and get out of the room, but he continued to 
block the door, smiling. 

"Don't be afraid of me," he said. "I only want to be nice to you." He 
slipped a wallet from the inside pocket of his jacket and removed a bill. 
"Here." 

Fay saw that it was a hundred dollar note that he held out. 

"For goodness sake!" she exclaimed. 

"What's the matter?" Al seemed faintly amused. 

"Why, that's ... a hundred! Would you give me that?" 

"All you have to do it take it," he said, continuing to hold it out. "And 
what would I have to do in return?" 

"Nothing, if you don't want to." 

"Oh, come on now!" 

"I mean it," Al said. "You don't have to do a thing. I just want to adore 
you." 

"What do you mean by that?" Fay asked, amazed and curious. 

"I want to take your clothes off," Al said softly, his voice husking a bit. 
"And I want to touch and kiss you-but not on the lips, if you don't want me 
to. You needn't do anything to me." 

"B-but you'll want to ..." 

"No. I won't penetrate you in any way, unless you want it." 

"And you'll give me the hundred dollars?" 

"Here." 

Fay bit her lip. The proposition seemed unreal- and not bad, considering 
everything else that had happened to her lately. But by accepting the money, 
would she become a prostitute? 

Not if the man didn't fuck her, she decided. 

She reached out and took the bill. She stared at it for a moment, as if she 
still couldn't believe it was a whole hundred dollars, then folded it and 
stuck it into her skirt pocket. 

"Just lie back on the bed and relax," Al said, "while I take my clothes 
off." 

"But ..." 

"Don't worry. I meant what I said. I positively won't penetrate you unless 
you want me to." 

It was the craziest thing Fay had ever heard of, but she did as the man had 
directed. She was careful, as she lay down, to keep her skirt in place and 
to hold her flimsy blouse over her bobbly breasts. 

Al watched her, a faint smile clinging to his lips, as he removed his 
jacket, shoes, trousers and shirt. He had a good chest, with a fair amount 
of hair on it, and a straight middle. Continuing to watch Fay, he took his 
shorts down, revealing a handsome cock and balls-not the largest she had 
seen, but not puny, either. He was built very much like her husband. 

He approached the bed and removed his glasses, which he placed on the night 
stand. He knelt on the bed next to Fay. 

Her heartbeat accelerated, due to apprehension, she supposed. She didn't 
desire the man, she assured herself. She was curious as to what he intended 
to do, still scarcely believing he had meant it when he said he wouldn't 
screw her. On the other hand, if she had thought he wasn't sincere, she 
wouldn't have lain down with him. 

His hands cupped her breasts through her satiny, loose-fitting blouse, and 
he shook her titties gently. He smiled. Fay just gazed up at him. 

He lifted an edge of her blouse away, exposing a pink, jutting nipple. 

"Beautiful!" he said. 

He bent his head and licked the thrusting tip of her breast. Fay stirred as 
his damp tongue flapped across her sensitive breast-bud. He caught the firm, 
rubbery nubbin between his lips and sucked. 

Fay's eyes were attracted to his loins, and she watched his cock stiffen and 
rise. It was quite long and thick and had a handsome, purplish-pink head 
that swelled until it resembled a ripe plum. His balls hung low, with wispy 
hairs curling around them. 

Fay felt her throat tighten and her breath come faster. She stared at the 
man's erection while he licked and sucked her titties in turn, tucking one 
back into her blouse before he took out the other through her deeply cut, 
floppy neckline. She lifted a hand to reach for his prick, then held back. 
What did she want to touch it for? 

Al straightened up, while continuing to kneel beside her, and his hard-on 
soared more impressively out and upward, quivering in turgid fullness. Its 
head was very rosy by that time, colored by the warm blood that gorged its 
tissues. 

He drew Fay to a sitting position, unfastened her blouse at the back and 
lifted it off, mussing her hair a bit. Because of its casually waved style, 
her hair still looked good and was even more sexy when it was disarrayed. 

Al let her lie back, and her titties wobbled in firm fullness, her nipples 
rigidly protruding. He gently rolled her onto her stomach. 

She watched him over her shoulder, because she was still apprehensive, as he 
lifted her short skirt and looked at her beautifully contoured bottom which 
was cuddled in white silky pants. He stroked her asscheeks through the fine 
nylon, and Fay noted that his upthrust prick twitched. 

Suddenly he raised his hand above her bottom and brought it down, slapping 
the seat of her panties ... hard. The blow stung, causing Fay to gasp, and 
her buttocks wobbled erotically in her clingy briefs. 

"That hurt!" she said petulantly. 

"Then let me kiss it and make it well," Al husked, and hooked a finger 
around the slender elastic at the top of her panties. He stretched the 
elastic out and downward, causing her briefs to skid, denuding her lovely 
ass. 

With her panties forming a silken rope around the tops of her thighs, the 
man bent to her bottom and began licking the rounded, quivery cheeks that 
still burned from the slap he had given them. His damp tongue soothed the 
hurt and gave Fay an odd mixture of sensations: 

First, she was embarrassed to have someone licking her behind, his tongue 
slithering wetly over both buttocks and across her tingly crack, which his 
nose also brushed. But she couldn't help being excited by the unconventional 
oral caress. She had a naughty urge to raise her ass and let her buttocks 
split apart, but she resisted that. 

Al's hands framed her luscious asscheeks, his fingers extending up their 
flanks while his thumbs nestled in the curved creases beneath them. He 
gently shook her half-moons, watching them wobble tensely. He bent once more 
and placed his tongue directly against her rear cleft as his nose pressed 
shallowly into the crevice. To Fay's dismay, he swiped his wet tongue right 
up the crack of her ass, burrowing between her satiny butt-cheeks. 

"OOOH!" she exclaimed as his tongue stroked her tingling asshole. 

That's such a filthy thing to do! she thought. But what a thrill! Her nerves 
were jumping. 

Her face was flushed, her ash-blonde hair lying in graceful waves against 
her cheeks when Al rolled her onto her back once more. He gazed at the 
matching, sparse hair on her mons and along the top of her cuntal cleft. 
Only the top of her split was visible, because she held her thighs together. 
Her panties were still wound about them. 

Al solved that problem by gliding her clingy briefs down and off. Fay let 
him spread her legs apart, folding her knees. She blushed stronger as he 
gazed at her unfurled pussy, lined by light-brown silken wisps. Her body 
throbbed more hotly. 

She bit her lip when Al bent his head into her crotch. 

"Aaaaahhhhhhng!" he breathed pleasurably and licked her hot, tasty cunt. 

"Ooooooh!" Fay exclaimed. She bit her lip harder, almost drawing blood. 

Al's tongue knew just what to do as it nudged the moist labia of her pussy 
apart and tickled the tip of her tingling clit. He circled the fiery, firm 
nubbin. His tongue worked down one set of cuntal folds and up the other, 
then shallowly parted her pussy-petals again and licked along her short 
trough until he touched the pulsating mouth of her love-canal. 

"Noooooh!" she breathed. "Oooh, God ... doooon't!" 

But if ever a girl had said "no" and meant "yes," this was the time, and Al 
knew it. He licked deftly around her throbbing cunt mouth, feeling her 
elastic entrance muscles dilate and contract. He touched his tongue to the 
center of her sexual entrance and fluttered his meaty organ against her 
honey-coated gate. 

"OOOOH!" she bawled, and her hips slammed upward of their own accord. Her 
cunt literally gulped at his tongue, snatching it and, by a rippling motion, 
sucked it into her hot, throbbing hole. 

Al flutteringly tongue-fucked her as he tasted the delicious flavor of her 
young, sweet twat. His lips contracted around the soft, smooth flanges of 
her pussy, and he slurped up her oozing nectar. 

Fay was kicking her legs in the air and moaning, her hips bucking, as the 
man kept his sucking mouth fastened to her aching cunt, his tongue 
fluttering inside it. Her tits bobbed up and down. Her excitement swelled, 
filling her brain with wanton fever. 

Al raised his head and crawled forward astride her. All she could see was 
his big, juicy prick that stuck out and upward above her. 

"Ooooooh!" she moaned, and grasped it. The shaft was thrillingly hard, and 
it throbbed with the heat of his lust. 

The head of his cock looked to Fay like the most desirable object in 
creation-big and plump, wetly gleaming. It gave off a fresh, musky aroma. 

She rolled her eyes and raised her head off the pillow. Al helped, cradling 
her blonde head in his hands. She tilted his thrusting pecker toward her 
face. 

She shut her eyes, and her senses reeled helplessly. She didn't want to do 
this, she assured herself-so why were her lips parting, her tongue coming 
out? A wanton giddiness seized her and she licked the wet, blunt snout of 
the man's sexual organ. 

Oooh, that TASTE! she thought. The SMELL of him! The pulsating power in his 
cock! 

"Aaawwwwwhh!" she groaned deliriously as she licked the man's quivering 
prickhead with ardent zest, taking up his slippery honey and letting it roll 
along her lapping, rosy tongue. She gulped it down, causing her brain to 
swirl even more giddily. 

She seized the man's bulging, smooth glans in her mouth and ravenously 
sucked. 

"Ghaaawwwh ... ghaaawwwh ... ahhhnnng ..." she moaned against the juicy, 
bulbous man-meat, champing and gulping. Al's cock plugged her mouth as her 
lips were stretched wide around his thick, hard shaft. 

Her lips crawled fishlike along the column, which her saliva lubricated as 
she went. Al's cock-head skidded farther back on her tongue. Her throat 
opened, receiving no signal to gag, and his knob popped into the warmly 
clasping channel as her lips gobbled suckingly at the base of his shaft. 

"My God!" he exclaimed, panting, for only an accomplished fellatrice was 
supposed to be able to accommodate a man like that, and he would have bet 
that this pretty blonde had never sucked cock before. 

It had to mean she had a natural talent and desire for it, he concluded. She 
had to love eating prick better than anything else in the world! 

Al stroked his log-like, warmly pulsating organ in and out through the 
sucking pink circle of her lips as she lunged at it, taking it repeatedly 
into her flaring, grasping throat. Her eyes were open, and she was rolling 
them wildly. She was coming, one burst after the other, while her body 
whipped between the man's legs and she sucked his cock voraciously, his big 
balls swinging against her chin. 

He didn't have the heart to pull his prick from her mouth before she was 
through with it, nor did he want to. He kept stroking it between her hotly 
clasping lips and along her restless tongue, all the way into the fist-like 
grip of her throat, as frenzied pulsations traveled through his blue-veined 
shaft, ballooning his glans. His balls churned ecstatically. Suddenly they 
spat. 

"AAAAARRRRRPvGH!" he rasped as his deeply-sunk phallus jerked between Fay's 
sucking lips. His cockhead thrashed in her throat. A veritable torrent of 
thick, gooey cream splashed into her gullet and washed down as she gulped, 
her throat muscles rippling wildly around his dick. 

She came as never before in her life, topping a firecracker string of 
climaxes. She sank warmly and satedly into a swoon, her head dropping back 
to the pillow as half a foot of springy prick whipped from her mouth to wave 
up and down, trailing a white strand of semen from her lolling lips. 

"GOD!" Al exclaimed, and stared down at her. "Are you ... all right?" 

Fay's eyelids fluttered. She gazed up at him with warmth and utter 
satisfaction. 

She cleared her throat and swallowed. Her throat was a bit sore, but 
obviously it wasn't damaged-because she eagerly had taken his prick within 
it and had wanted him to climax there. 

She said a bit huskily, "I feel wonderful!" 

And she did-physically and mentally. A person eventually reached a point 
where the mind resolved itself to the reality of life, and Fay had just 
achieved that. 

Al climbed off of her, but still looked at her with a kind of awe. "I wish I 
could give you more than that hundred," he blurted, "but I didn't bring any 
more with me. I want to see you again!" 

"Yes," was all Fay said. 

Uttered calmly, after the storm of passion had subsided, the simple word 
spoke volumes. 

 CHAPTER SIX 

The ringing of the doorbell roused Fay from a tangled dream, and she sat up 
with a start, her bare tits bobbing. 

She hadn't bothered to put on a nightgown when she had prepared for bed 
early that morning, because she had been very tired and sleepy. She had left 
on her panties, however, and she slid across the bed on them to stand up. 

The doorbell drilled once more into her woozy brain as she pressed a hand 
against her forehead and tried to collect herself. The clock on her 
night-stand registered 8:30, which meant she had gotten about four hours' 
sleep. Tired as she had been, and still was, she needed at least four more. 

She snatched up her robe and wrapped it around her. She pushed at her hair 
as she walked through the small house to the front door, her breasts 
joggling inside the robe. The sliding fabric stiffened her nipples. 

She opened the door. "Liz!" 

"Hi, honey!" The news woman was chipper, as usual. "You sleep late, don't 
you?" 

"Not usually," Fay said, letting her caller in. "But I worked late last 
night." 

"Doing what?" 

"On my new job at the Happy Times club. I'm a waitress." 

"At that sleazy dive? Shit, I dropped in there for a drink on my first day 
in town, and changed my order from Scotch to bottled beer. From the looks of 
that place, I doubt if they even wash their glasses." 

"Oh, it's not that bad. Can I get you some coffee or something?" 

"No, thinks. I can only stay a minute. I just wanted to find out if you'd 
called on Gantner yet." 

"Liz, I told you I wasn't going to do that!" Fay said a bit angrily. 

"But don't you see that's the only way to work this thing out? I talked to 
your husband and to his lawyer. He's on a spot, baby. I mean, Gantner 
produced some evidence that could send him up for ten years!" 

"Do you really think it's that bad?" Fay asked, alarmed. 

"Sit down." 

Fay was so preoccupied with what the other woman had said that, as she sat, 
she allowed her robe to split apart, all the way to her lap. Liz's eyes were 
drawn to her panty crotch. 

The newspaperwoman, in slacks and top as usual, squirmed on her chair. 

"I thought the only evidence against Joe was that he was working late at the 
company on the night the safe was robbed," Fay said. "And, of course, he 
knew the combination." 

"There's more," Liz replied, her gaze boring hotly between the other woman'd 
thighs. "You realize, I suppose, that the sheriff searched your house after 
Joe was arrested." 

"Yes," Fay said. "But I wasn't here. I'd gone down to the jail." 

"Well, they found a metal box here which Gantner identified as the one that 
had contained the money-and Joe's fingerprints were all over it. I'm 
surprised he didn't tell you." 

"He didn't want to worry me any more than I already was, I suppose," Fay 
said miserably. 

"Also," Liz went on, continuing to stare at Fay's creamy thighs, "Gantner's 
got a witness who saw your hubby carrying the box out of the company's 
office at 2:30 a.m." 

"Ooh, Liz!" 

"So you see why it's so damned important that you get together with Gantner? 
Look, baby-you're something special. Take it from a girl who knows. If 
anybody can turn Gantner's head, I'm sure you can. And he has it within his 
power to negate that evidence. He could discover he made a mistake about the 
box ... and the witness is a guy who works for him." 

"I'm going to see Joe this morning," Fay said. "Maybe I should talk with him 
about it." 

"Are you crazy? Tell Joe that you're thinking about laying Gantner?" 

"Not in so many words, of course." 

"In no words!" Liz said firmly. "I'll see your husband today and tell him 
you couldn't make it because you're looking for work. I don't think he ought 
to know you've got a job at that crappy club." 

Fay leaped angrily to her feet, her breasts jouncing so wildly that they 
caused the top of her robe to part. Liz gazed at the inner sides of the 
roundly thrusting mounds. 

"You act as if you're trying to take over my life!" Fay accused. 

Liz's dark eyes widened. "I'm just trying to be helpful. Good Lord, if 
someone ever needed a hand, it's you. Of course, if you don't think so ..." 

"No, Liz ... I'm sorry," Fay said remorsefully, and bent to embrace the 
other woman, who had remained seated. 

Fay's robe widened more, and her tits hung in creamy fullness, quivering 
before the Lesbian's eyes. 

"Uuh, why don't you hurry and take your shower, or whatever you have to do, 
and I'll put some coffee on," Liz offered. "I imagine you need it." 

"But you said you had to rush." 

"So my other business can wait. I like you, Fay. And, as I said, I want to 
help." 

She patted Fay on her springy bottom as the other turned to leave the room. 

She patted my ass just like a man, Fay thought, walking to the bathroom. She 
IS queer. I don't think I want her around here. 

But Fay didn't feel as if she could go back and order her out. Liz was 
trying to help, after all. 

The sleepy blonde shrugged off her robe, then stripped down her briefs. 
Nude, she stepped to the John and sat on it. After peeing and flushing the 
toilet, she adjusted the shower and stepped under. The splashing water 
stimulated her, revitalizing her nerves and senses. 

She soaped her bulging, firm breasts, rolling the lathered beauties about, 
then shook them underneath the shower's spray. She stepped back to carefully 
soap her ass and pussy. After working the later between her cuntal lips and 
sticking her finger up her hole, she bent this way and that, under the 
shower, and washed all the soap away. 

She felt refreshed by the time she stepped out of the stall. 

"Here," Liz said, handing her a mug of steaming coffee. "I found some 
instant, so I used that. I hope you don't mind." 

"Liz, you shouldn't just walk right into someone's bathroom, for God's 
sake!" Fay complained righteously. 

"Well, I thought you'd want the coffee as soon as possible." The other woman 
gave a warm smile. "Anyway ... we're a little more than casual 
acquaintances, wouldn't you say?" 

She reached out and tweaked Fay's titty. 

The latter gasped and nearly dropped her coffee mug. 

"Oh, I'm not going to start anything this morning, if that's what you're 
worried about," Liz said. "Neither of us has the time." 

She followed Fay into the bedroom as the blonde carried her coffee in one 
hand and a towel in the other. Fay took a few sips, trying to be oblivious 
to Liz's warm appraisal of her nudity, then set down the coffee and dried 
herself off, while Liz continued to watch from a chair. 

"Put on something sexy," the brunette advised. "Do you have stockings and a 
garter belt?" 

"I always wear them," Liz responded. 

"Wonderful! Gantner's an older guy, and I'll bet he digs that look." 

"He's not going to see my garters, Liz! How many times do I have to tell 
you?" 

The brunette leaned forward on her chair, "Listen, baby-you're going to 
Gantner if I have to drive you to his office myself. This trouble your 
husband is in is a personal thing between Gantner and him. Only Gantner can 
help him, and you're the only one who can bring that old bastard around!" 

"How can you be so sure he'll go for me?" Fay asked in exasperation. 

"Look in the mirror." 

Fay glanced, then stared at her reflected naked image. Finally she shut her 
eyes. 

"All right, I'll see him," she murmured. 

"Mrs. Preston!" 

The man was white haired and stout, but his overweight suggested wealth and 
power rather than slobbishness. Such was the value of an expensive tailor. 
Gantner had a firm, determined mouth despite the flab on his jowls. His 
mouth scarcely quirked while his eyes smiled brightly and confidently. 

"Won't you be seated, please?" he said, directing Fay to the chair beside 
his broad, neat desk. 

"Thank you, Mr. Gantner," she murmured and sat, crossing her legs. She had 
chosen dusky nylons, attached to black garters, and her skirt was short 
enough to reveal a sliver of pale skin above the stocking on her elevated 
thigh. 

Gantner squirmed in his swivel chair, gazing avidly at her beautiful legs. 
"Call me Harry," he said. "And I hope I may call you Fay." 

She blinked. "I didn't realize you knew my first name." 

"Oh, of course. Joe has mentioned you many times. And you'll recall that we 
met once. You formed an indelible impression on me." 

"Well, thank you. About Joe ..." 

"Yes." Gantner looked down at his desk and shook his head sadly. "That was 
one of the most painful things I ever had to do, turning your husband in. If 
he had asked me for a loan, I would have handed him a few thousand. But to 
clean out my safe ..." 

Fay's anger welled up, and she couldn't keep from saying, "Bull shit!" 

"What?" Gantner stared at her. 

"Bull shit!" Fay repeated. "My husband didn't steal a dime from you, and you 
know it." 

"There is evidence, I'm afraid," Gantner said a bit coolly. "Very strong 
evidence." 

"I know all about that, and it's why I'm here," Fay replied, jacking up her 
courage. "I want to ... make a deal with you-that is, if you're interested." 

"I most certainly am," Gantner said, gazing steadily at her. 

"I will ... uuh ... do anything you ask ..." She averted her eyes. "... if 
you'll withdraw the evidence against my husband." 

"Anything?" he asked pointedly. 

"That's what I said." Fay continued to look down. 

"Well, well." Gantner studied the pretty woman who sat before him, his eyes 
licking at the strip of bare thigh she displayed above her stocking top. "A 
blank check on such an account represents quite an inducement." 

"Don't make me feel cheap and shoddy by having to wait for your answer," Fay 
said, resenting him intensely. 

"Oh, I shan't make you wait. It's a deal, of course. Stand up and take your 
dress off." 

Fay swallowed hard. She'd wanted a deal, and there it was. But the brusque 
change in Gantner's attitude pointed up the sordidness of it. However, if it 
would get Joe off, it was more than worthwhile. 

She stood a bit nervously and unfastened the back of her dress. She slowly 
raised the garment, exposing her sleek dark stockings, and the contrasting 
paleness of her bare thighs. Her panties were a lacy black cobweb that let 
her blonde pussy hairs show through. Her tits were naked, and they bobbed in 
mouth-watering fullness as she took her dress off. 

Gantner took a deep breath, his eyes glinting. "You are a gorgeous creature, 
my dear-much too good for Joe Preston." 

"Please. Wh-what do you want me to do?" Fay asked submissively. 

"Walk around in front of my desk." 

Fay walked, aware that her breasts were jiggling up and down. Her bottom was 
just as enticing as it wiggled in her lacy pants. 

"Stand there," Gantner said, and his fingers crept under the rim of his 
desk, where he touched a concealed button. 

Fay waited. "Well? Aren't you going to do anything?" 

"You're waiting for me to get up and throw you on my leather couch and fuck 
you, I suppose," Gantner said in a sudden burst of earthiness. "Well, the 
prospect is tempting, but I'm afraid that's not on the agenda for today." 

"I ... I don't understand." 

"You will, momentarily." 

A moment was all that passed before the door opened, and a husky man walked 
in. He obviously was a workman-out of Gantner's factory behind the office, 
Fay assumed-because he wore a T-shirt and blue jeans. His biceps bulged, as 
did his pectorals beneath the thin top garment. There was another telltale 
bulge at his loins, advertising his well-endowed maleness. 

Fay quickly crossed her arms over her tits and demanded of Gantner, "What's 
he doing here?" 

"He will help me collect on our bargain," the businessman told Fay. "You 
will submit to him while I watch." 

"B-but surely ..." 

"At my age, watching is sometimes preferable to doing," Gantner said. 
"Anyway, Fay, why should you care? A prick is a prick." 

She shut her eyes shamefully. She supposed Gantner was right. 

"Go ahead, Otto-have your way with her," the boss told his employee. 

Fay stared at the brute of a man, whose light hair was close-cropped and who 
grinned at her lustfully. 

"Well?" she snapped, planting her hands on her hips so hard that her titties 
jiggled. 

"Get down, baby," Otto said. 

"Ooh, now ..." 

"Down!" 

Otto lunged, grasping her by the shoulders, and literally forced her to her 
knees. She stared at the front of his Levi pants. 

"Unzip me!" he ordered in his deep voice. 

With a trembling hand, Fay unzipped his jeans. He didn't have to tell her to 
reach in and take out his cock. 

The eight-inch, semi-erect organ curved forward from his fly like a length 
of salami, the bare head purplish, veins standing out along the thick stem. 
It was as big as any cock Fay had seen. 

She wrapped her hand apprehensively around the tensing shaft and wagged his 
prick to and fro. The head swelled as the shaft stiffened up. Fay became 
afraid that she wouldn't be able to get the huge bulb into her mouth. 

"Hurry up!" Otto growled. "Give me some head!" 

Thank goodness she'd had some experience at oral lovemaking, Fay thought, 
remembering her thrilling session with Al the night before. But this would 
be different. Otto was a brute, and Gantner-the man she most hated in the 
world-was watching. It could only be a fiendish ordeal. 

Nevertheless, Fay leaned forward, and she opened her mouth wide. She glided 
her soft pink lips over the bulbous head of Otto's thrusting prick and felt 
utterly stuffed by it as she locked her lips behind the ridge. She salivated 
quickly, her spittle washing the man's cockhead and showering its flavor on 
her tongue. She was forced to swallow, champing on his spongy-firm glans. 

"Aaarrgh!" Otto rasped, and grasped a handful of Fay's hair. 

"No!" Gantner exclaimed. "No force!" 

Fay was grateful for that, at least, as Otto took his thick hand away. She 
pumped her mouth experimentally on his long, thick cock, finding that she 
couldn't accommodate all of it, even taking the head partially into her 
throat. This was no ordinary man she was sucking-he was a monster. 

She stroked her clasping, slippery lips forward and back, gargling on Otto's 
big bone. His shaft seemed to get even stiffer and thicker, stretching her 
lips more. His glans bulged, pressing the roof of her mouth and her throat. 

Fay's eyes watered. She shut them. Revulsion was the only response she felt 
as she sucked the workman's thrusting prick with slowly gliding strokes of 
her O-shaped lips, which left little bubbles of saliva along his stalk 
before her lips slid back over them. 

She didn't hear the door open nor see a man enter the room, carrying a 
Polaroid camera. She had her eyes closed, and all of her attention was 
monopolized by the big prick that was sticking into her mouth. 

When a flash went off, however, it flared through her eyelids, and she 
twisted her head in that direction. 

"Keep sucking, my dear," Gantner said, fondling himself underneath his desk. 
"I collect erotic photographs." 

Fay hated him all the more, and she was scared by the thought that he'd 
taken a picture of her kneeling in front of Otto, wearing just her hose and 
panties, while she sucked his prick. But it was too late to do anything 
about that. Though red faced and chagrined, Fay kept sucking the man's 
bonelike cock, her swooping breasts quivering as she moved her blonde head 
forward and back. Her bare thighs were succulent above her snugly gartered 
stockings as she kneeled in supplication before the factory worker. 

"That's enough of that," Gantner said. "Now the other." 

Otto stepped back, withdrawing his stiff prick from Fay's mouth with a Pop! 
She gazed bleary-eyed at his immense organ as it waggled, upthrust and 
gleaming with her spit. It was a fearsome thing, and she supposed that 
Gantner now expected her to take it into her body. 

Anything for Joe, she thought, and stood. 

"The couch?" she asked tremulously. 

"Naw!" Otto said. "Right here." 

He gave her a quick twist about, her tits swinging, then pushed her forward 
across the low back of an upholstered chair. Her face smacked ignominiously 
against the chair-seat, her blonde hair tumbling. 

"Aaawwww please, not that way!" she begged in humiliation, not caring for 
the up-ended pose. 

She assumed Otto was going to do her doggy-style, as Nick had, but if she'd 
known what the brutish workman really intended, she would have been frozen 
by stark dread. 

Paying no attention to her plea for considerate treatment, Otto grasped a 
handful of her flimsy pants and pulled them down. He shredded them between 
his hands and tossed them away. 

He stuck his thumbs between the plump ass-cheeks of the beautiful blonde and 
stretched the rubbery rondures wide apart. 

"Aaaaawwwwwwww ...!" 

She whined again, more intensely humiliated when she realized he was staring 
at her anus. 

She clenched her rear gate tightly and waited for him to drive his 
knob-ended cock into her pussy, hoping against hope that it wouldn't hurt 
too much. When the end of his spit-slickened dick slammed soggily against 
her asshole, she gasped. 

Otto grinningly pushed at her terror-clenched tiny puckers. 

"NOOOOOOOOH!" she bawled. "PLEEEEEEASE! OOOH GOD, YOU CAAAAAAAAAAN'T!" 

"Go ahead, Otto," she heard Gantner say. "This room is soundproofed." 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

Cruelly bent over the back of the chair, Fay futilely waved her arms and 
kicked her shapely legs, which were sheathed in dusky nylons and taut black 
garter straps. As she writhed desperately, her naked hips bobbed up and down 
atop the chair, her jellied buttocks vibrating. 

Nothing did the slightest good. The huge man named Otto continued holding 
her down with one hand while the other gripped his eight-inch cock, keeping 
its saliva-coated head firmly nestled between her buttocks. 

"OOOOOOH, MY GODDD!" Fay cried in terror. "I CAN'T TAAAAKE IT THAT WAY! 
YOU'LL KILLLL ME! YOU'LL SPLIT ME IN TWOOOOO!" 

Harry Gantner watched from behind his broad desk, his eyes bright, his lips 
set in a cruel, thin line. Beneath the desk, he was playing with himself 
through his finely tailored trousers. 

The young man holding the camera fidgeted, because he had a hard-on and 
there was nothing he could do about it. He simply had to stand where he was 
and hold his fucking camera, aimed at Otto and the beautiful, upended 
blonde. The cameraman had firm instructions not to include Otto's face in 
the pictures, nor any feature of Gantner's office which might be identified. 
Through the open side of the chair, it would be easy to catch the woman's 
facial features in the same frame with her upturned ass and Otto's big 
prick, getting ready to drive right up her bunghole-if the son of a bitch 
ever got that monster in there. The cameraman, Sid, had his doubts. 

Otto had no doubt. He had screwed virginal assholes before. The one which 
his prick was touching must be virginal, he concluded from the way the chick 
was bawling and kicking. It felt tiny and hot and firmly clenched as he 
applied a bit of pressure. 

"Hurry up!" Gantner ordered. "Get your pole into her! I want to see her 
writhing on it!" 

Otto snorted, wondering how many tight, cherry assholes that old fart had 
fucked. Not many, if any at all, he judged. And probably not for a long 
time, because it took a stiff, steely prick to pry a tight asshole open, 
when it was being clenched like this babe was clenching hers. But Otto would 
get into it, he vowed. 

Holding his cock against Fay's writhing ass, he pushed harder. 

Oh, he's really going to DO it! she realized in dismal dread. He's going to 
stick his horse's cock up my rear, and there's nothing I can do to stop him! 

Sickening resignation seeped through her, along with the burning hurt of the 
pressure he applied against her nether ring. Though she realized there was 
no hope, her anal muscles remained defensively clenched, her body refusing 
to admit the unnatural penetration. 

Otto grunted and ground his cock relentlessly, putting all the power of his 
hips behind the brutal thrust. 

"AAAAAWWWWWWWW!" Fay bawled as she felt her anal puckers painfully yield. 

They spread just a tiny bit at first, so that Otto could get only the tip of 
his dick inside her star-shaped little depression. But as with the camel's 
nose entering the tent, the rest of the monster was not to be denied 
entrance. 

Otto kept pushing. 

"OOOOOOOOOOOH!" Fay howled, kicking her stocking-clad legs. 

In a millimeter farther went Otto's cruel cock, spreading her radiating 
puckers more. The burning was intense. The pressure on the woman's anus was 
fiercely insistent. 

Her circular muscle yielded more ... then more yet. Her rosy anus was slowly 
opening like a flower. 

"AAAARRRRGH!" Otto rasped, grinding forward with everything he had. 

The burning hurt turned Fay's brain light, and she was overcome by utter 
hopelessness, as her brave little asshole finally gave up the fight and 
spread suddenly to its maximum dilation. That was just enough to permit 
Otto's hideously thick glans to pop tightly through the elastic ring, 
lodging in Fay's previously unfucked rectum. The passing of his horny ridge 
was the most hurtful part, causing her to yelp. Then the pain lessened a 
little, though her anal mouth remained awesomely stretched around the man's 
log-like shaft. 

"Oooh, God ... Jesus ... pleeease!" Fay panted, with her cheek against the 
seat of the chair. Tears were streaming from her eyes. 

Sid took a shot. 

Grunting with a brutish pleasure as he felt his cock-knob throbbing in the 
woman's grabby rear, Otto resumed grinding forward and down, tunneling 
deeper into her abused rectum. 

"AAAAAAWWWWWWW!" she bleated helplessly as the pressure of his sodomistic 
penetration deepened. It felt to her as if a telephone pole were being 
forced up her ass. She had never imagined anything so fiendishly awful. 

Otto moved back a fraction of an inch, then forward again. He wiggled his 
stiff dick in the woman's forbidden orifice, forcing her sphincter to relax 
more and gradually accommodating her rectum to the rock-hard, thick presence 
it had never expected. 

As the accommodation took place, Fay's hurt lessened. This merely gave room 
for abject humiliation to possess her mind. She was being degraded 
shamefully, and that produced a psychic pain which was almost as bad as the 
hurt had been. 

Otto pushed deeper and deeper into the rubbery grip of her asshole until 
finally-almost unbelievably-he had sunk his entire monstrous cock into Fay's 
hot rectal passage. She knew this because she could feel the zippered edges 
of his fly scratching the insides of her buttocks. 

"OOOOOOOOOOOH!" she moaned, grateful at least that he wouldn't be able to 
drive any deeper into her very private channel. She felt as if she had a 
yard of cock shoved up inside her, where no cock had ever gone before. 

That was just the beginning. The real fucking hadn't even commenced. 

Otto gripped Fay's smooth, rounded hips, his long fingers spanning her 
garter straps. He wiggled and pumped her defenseless rear forward and back 
as he began to stroke his amazingly long, thick shaft out and in through the 
circular, clasping gate of her rectum. 

Sid took another shot. 

Fay was oblivious to the flashes that were going off outside her, because 
more intense flashes were occurring within-white-hot bursts of pleasure-pain 
as the man pumped in and out of her ass. Yes, pleasure-because she couldn't 
feel his huge, throbbing shaft rub against the sensitive membrane of her 
widely stretched anus without experiencing a sensuous thrill, despite the 
hurtful pressure which still continued. Her brain swam. 

"Spread her asscheeks open!" Gantner demanded from behind his desk. "Sid, 
get a close-up shot ... but make sure her face is in it!" 

Gantner unzipped his trousers and pulled out his usually flaccid but 
now-stiffening cock. He rolled the rubbery foreskin up and down on his 
rising rod as he watched Otto pull Fay's buttocks wide apart. The brute's 
prick was all but submerged in her tightly clasping asshole, with only a 
stump of it visible. He pulled back, while holding her asscheeks open, and 
his rod drew glidingly from her anal ring, whose rosy edges turned outward. 
He stopped after withdrawing all of his cock except the head. 

Sid obtained the right angle and took a picture, showing Otto's prick 
spearing down into Fay's defenseless asshole. 

Groaning voluptuously, Otto glided his prick fully into her rectum once 
again, causing her anal lip to fold inward. 

"Oooooooooh!" she whined, writhing. 

The man let her butt cheeks snap back around his shaft and against his 
pants-front, then hunched rhythmically, but not too fast, fucking in and out 
of the tight, rubbery fist of her ass. 

Fay's eyes rolled. Voluptuous waves, unwanted but irresistible, swept 
through her, scrambling her mind. Her bottom began to move atop the 
chair-back, first without her conscious awareness, then in response to a 
perverted passion that she couldn't deny. 

Her buttocks quivered against the driving body that smacked them 
rhythmically. She rotated her ass and uttered a long, low moan. 

"Get that, Sid!" Gantner barked, stroking his horny old cock in his fist, 
"get her face!" 

Even after hearing his orders, Fay couldn't alter the wanton, 
sodomy-thrilled expression that widened her eyes and parted her pink lips as 
Otto continued pumping his turgid prick in and out of her upturned rear. Her 
asshole was beginning to love being buggered, and there were just no two 
ways about it! 

Otto's bulb-ended shaft sent rippling waves up and down her rectum as his 
hardness stroked her widespread anal mouth. She jerked her bottom, and her 
buttocks quivered like molds of Jell-o. The man's prick pumped relentlessly 
up and down between those jiggly mounds, spearing deep into her heated 
bowels. 

"Aaaawwwwww ... Yesssssss!"she hissed. That was her first vocal acceptance 
of what the brute was doing to her. Her squirming, jiggly ass gave even more 
compelling indications, and she began an internal clenching which caused 
Otto to gasp for breath and fuck harder into her shamefully abused rear end. 

Her anus massaged his deeply impaling prick like a powerful, rubber-sheathed 
fist, all the fingers working. 

"Uuuh ... oooooh ... Goddd!" she gasped, writhing. "FUCK it innnn-to me! 
YESSSSSSSS!" 

Her head tossed above the seat of the chair as she gripped the chair's arms. 
Her blonde, wavy hair tumbled down over her cheeks. Her titties hung and 
quivered, her rosy nipples so stiff that they looked as if they might burst. 
She bucked her hot ass against the man's brutal spearing of her bunghole. 

"Ride her, Otto!" Gantner rasped, and let out an obscene giggle. He was 
pulling at his old stiff cock, squeezing its head, jacking off with gusto 
beneath the hypocritically concealing cover of his desk. 

Otto's lust-bloated balls bobbed out of his pants as he kept spearing his 
cock into the hotly grabbing asshole of the beautiful blonde. She gasped and 
squealed. Her mind was in a dizzying whirl. 

She thrashed atop the chair in ass-fucked frenzy as she clawed for a release 
that seemed unattainable, because throughout the lurid episode her cunt 
hadn't even been touched-except by Otto's bouncing balls which finally 
slammed against her tingling labia. 

Her hotly throbbing asshole was deeply thrilled by the man's buggering 
thrusts. The muscular channel writhed around his invading jabs, spastically 
clasping his bone-hard prick that pumped rapidly up and down, in and out of 
her exultant rear. 

"Ooooh, I LOVE getting my ass fucked!" she bawled shamelessly. "It's just 
WW-DERFUL! Oooooh, SCREWWWW it, you big, horny ape! Drive your hot prick 
into my guts! OOOOOOOOOOOOH!" 

She came-slammingly, gaspingly, bouncing up and down on the chair-back so 
that Otto's prick was painfully wrenched. The only made him fuck her hot, 
rippling asshole all the harder. 

"AAAAHHHHRRRGH!" she gurgled, hoping that she could grasp another come. 

Otto kept spearing her wild ass fiercely. His balls pulled up. His brain 
grew light, and his eyes rolled back in their sockets. 

He slapped her butt cheeks noisily, shaking them against his driving rod 
that pumped deeply between them and into her roiling bowels. 

"OOOOOOH, MY ASSHOLE LOVES YOUR COCK!" she cried, not caring what she said 
any more. "FUCK ME HAAAARDER! DRIVE YOUR BIG, FAT DICK ALL THE WAY UP MY 
REAR!" 

Her frenzied, lascivious cries, as Otto pumped his wrist-thick rod in her 
spread, throbbing asshole, caused Gantner to shoot beneath his desk, his 
semen splattering onto the expensive carpet between his feet. 

Sid squirmed, pulling at his pecker through his pants. Finally he couldn't 
restrain himself from unzipping his fly, hauling out his horny dick, and 
stroking it madly as he watched Otto bugger the beautiful blonde. 

"UUUUUUH!" Otto grunted like a gorilla, and sank his bulb-ended fucker deep 
inside her ass to let it leap and spurt blissfully. 

Fay got her second and even more shattering release as his hot, thick semen 
gushed into her bowels. 

* * * 

She left Gantner's office minutes later, walking on shaky legs, her mind 
still dizzily a swirl. But instead of lustful impulses pounding into her 
consciousness, Fay contended with thoughts of shame and fear. 

She had been shown the automatically-printed color photos which Gantner's 
man had taken, and they were shockers-every one of them. Sid was a fiendish 
master of his art, having caught in each frame not only her bottom being 
speared by Otto's husky rod, but also her own frenzied expression, which 
said she loved it-no matter what she might say about being raped. And there 
was the shot of her sucking Otto's prick, which showed no hands upon her, no 
force being applied. On the contrary, the picture portrayed a woman who 
loved to have her face thrust full of throbbing, iron-hard cock as she 
sucked the meaty marvel and drank down its dribbling juices. 

Yes, she had loved it, all right. 

And Gantner had the goods on her! 

Before she'd left, he had spelled out his demand in no uncertain terms: 

"Convince your husband to forget about his charges against me, and I'll see 
that he's set free. But if he ever tries to make trouble, I'll spread those 
cocksucking, ass fucked pictures of you all over town!" 

Fay couldn't allow that to happen. 

She realized something else, also, which added to her despair: 

Liz and set her up for the blackmailing session in Gantner's office. The 
woman, who had seemed so sympathetic, was really working for Gantner-as just 
about everyone in town seemed to be-while pretending to be Fay's friend. She 
wasn't a reporter but just some chippy Gantner had hired to play the part. 

Fay was desolate. Besides that, her ass still burned. 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

"So, how'd it go last night?" Nick asked as he moved up beside her and 
slipped his hand under her teasy little skirt. He rubbed the cheeks of her 
ass through her clinging, sleek panties. 

Fay shrugged away from him. Not only was her backside still tender, but she 
resented the familiarity. Too many people had been taking liberties with 
her, and she'd had enough. 

"I asked you a question!" Nick said, his dark eyes snapping as he snatched 
the half-chewed cigar from his mouth. 

"Is it any of your business?" Fay retorted. 

"You bet your sweet tits it is! You laid that customer in one of my rooms 
upstairs, and you got money for it-right?" 

Fay's cheeks blazed. "What makes you think I laid him?" 

"Because Al Forster don't fool around. He comes here for one thing and one 
thing only. That's cunt! And last night he got yours." 

"No, he didn't," Fay said truthfully. 

Nick blinked. "Are you denying you went upstairs with him?" 

"Well ... no." She turned away. "But he didn't get my ... my ... cunt." A 
little thrill went through her as the vulgar word dropped from her lips. 

"You mean, you turned Al down?" Nick whirled her to face him. "Look ... if 
you loused up my relations with one of my best customers ..." 

"Oh, for God's sake!" Fay exploded. "I didn't make Al angry. We, uuh, had 
sex." Her eyes were averted once more. She hadn't yet gotten over her habit 
of blushing. 

"Well, that's what I meant! How much did he pay you?" 

Fay wanted to deny she had taken money from the man, but she feared Al would 
keep badgering her until she admitted the truth. Her nerves couldn't stand 
any more pounding. 

"He gave me a hundred dollars," she said, looking down. 

"Pretty good! Well ... gimme." Nick reached out, rubbing his fingers against 
his thumb. "What?" 

"My split. It's fifty-fifty here." 

"You mean, I have to give you half of that hundred?" 

"Damned right! What'd you think, that you could peddle your ass in my place, 
use one of my bedrooms, and not divvy up? Shit, I knew you was dumb, but 
..." He shook his head with disgust. 

Fay was blushing furiously, because she really seemed like a whore. Still 
she held her head up. "Well, I don't have it. I mean, I didn't bring that 
much money with me." 

"Oh, yeah?" A sly grin came over Nick's face. "Okay. So this time I'll let 
you keep the whole fee-since it was your first time and all-provided you 
give me what I wanted yesterday. Do you remember?" 

Her eyes rolled. "Oooh, Nick ... please ... don't ask me to do that!" 

"What are you saying-that Al Forster's good enough for you, but I ain't?" 

"No, it's just that ..." 

"Are you denying you gave him a blow job?" 

"A b-blow job?" Fay echoed stupidly. 

"Yeah. Don't tell me you don't know what that means! Shit, are you dumb! Did 
you give Al head? Did you go down on him? Did you suck his fuckin' dick?" 

"Nick, please ... for God's sake ... keep your voice down ..." Fay said 
shamefully. The door of his office wasn't completely closed. 

"What's the difference? The rest of the babes here do it. So did you go down 
on Forster or not?" 

"Ooooh ..." Fay's cheeks burned, and her eyes swept the room. "Yes. Yes, I 
did." 

"I thought so. Okay, gimme the same thing, and you can keep all the money 
this time. After this, we split." 

Fay needed the fifty dollars in question, because she didn't know how long 
she could stand to keep her job in Al's club-not long at all, she feared, if 
he expected her to whore for him. There didn't seem anything to do but give 
in to his filthy demand. 

She wanted to tell him what she thought of him for exploiting his girls. But 
there was no point in that. 

"Shut the door," she said dismally. 

"Hell, no!" he responded. "You gotta get over being so damned goody-goody. 
Nobody has no secrets from one another around here. Just get down!" 

"Right on the dirty floor?" 

"It wasn't too dirty for you to kneel on yesterday!" 

The hell with it! Fay thought. What's the difference? 

She knelt, and the man pointed to his pants, asking her to unzip him. She 
did so, feeling like the cheapest slut in the world. She brought out Nick's 
flaccid penis and stared at it as she held the warm, fleshy rope in her 
hand. 

Sucking his cock was not going to be like sucking Al's, she thought. Al was 
a nice man. He'd been tender with her and considerate. Nick was a louse! 
Besides that, he was filthy. The scent of his cock made her wonder how long 
it had been since he had bathed. 

"Well, hurry up!" he said. "I got a business to run." 

Fay felt a thrumming commence inside her as she lifted his dick and looked 
at the ruffled edge of his foreskin which encircled the purple tip of his 
glans. She bent forward, trying not to breathe, and shut her eyes. Her rosy 
tongue came out. 

"Yeeeaaaah, baby!" Nick husked as she began to lick the end of his peter. 

Though she was trying not to breathe in his scent, the raunchy aroma of his 
penis nevertheless gusted up her nostrils, and her tongue reported a tart, 
salty taste. Her senses reeled. 

"Push my hood back!" Nick ordered. "Chrissake, don't you know anything?" 

Fay had to open her eyes. She pinched the man's flaccid penis and glided his 
foreskin up onto the stem. A greater gust of muskiness struck her as his 
moist, purple glans surged into the open, just inches from her face. 

Feeling awfully ashamed, she stuck out her tongue again and fluttered it 
against the tip of his bobbling dick. 

"Lick it all over, baby-up one side and down the other," Nick directed as he 
resumed champing on his cigar. 

Fay circled his raunchy cockhead with her dainty tongue, stroking the 
smooth, purplish flesh. His glans swelled. Fay licked along the side of his 
penis, all the way to its base inside his fly. Then she held his dick up and 
waggled her tongue up its under surface. 

The thrumming in her body increased and- damn it!-she felt moisture dribble 
from her sexual glands, onto the crotch of her panties. 

She licked round and round Nick's cock, her tongue becoming more ardent, as 
the knob of his stiffening pecker rubbed her nose. She was able to let go of 
his shaft by that time, because his cock stuck out and slightly upward of 
its own accord. 

She capped her mouth over the purple crown of his prick and glided the 
elastic circle of her pink lips across his ridge. She circled the thrusting 
knob of his cock with her wet tongue, until her mouth had worked so low on 
his shaft that she couldn't lift her tongue over his dick any more. 

"Uuunnnh!" Nick groaned. "Baby, your mouth feels damned good!" 

The compliment further shamed her-but, in a strange, perverted way, she took 
pride in it, also. Perhaps even being a good cocksucker was worthy of some 
credit! 

She pumped her warm, wet mouth up and down on Nick's dong, and felt a happy 
shudder travel through him. Her own glands were salivating all the more-not 
only those in her mouth, which were bathing his cockhead in her viscous 
honey, but the ones in her cunt, as well. Her panty crotch was gradually 
becoming sopped! 

She pumped her mouth faster on Nick's prick. His glans rubbed her lapping 
tongue and surged all the way to its back, into the clasping, cock-loving 
heat of her throat. 

"Aaaaahhhhhhhh!" he rasped. "Shit! Goddamn, you're some prick-eater!" 

Her brain was spinning. Nick's dirty words meant nothing to her any longer. 
Neither did the shame she had first felt. The only thing that mattered was 
the big, stiff dick that held her lips wide apart and rubbed them 
thrillingly while it filled her mouth with tasty man-meat which she wished 
she could swallow all the way. She swallowed it as far as she could, opening 
her throat gulpingly with each plunge of her head, while her lips gobbled 
nearly to the base of his pole. 

She had her eyes open, and they crossed each time she drew her head back, 
watching what seemed like a yard of thick, rigid cock withdraw wetly from 
her mouth, only to be claimed again as she drove her head down. Her titties 
shook in her satin blouse, her nipples super-stiff against the fabric. As 
she pumped her head in the kneeling position, her very short skirt 
rhythmically flapped up, revealing the skimpy briefs that clung to her 
plumply rounded ass. 

The door of the room was pushed open. "Nick, I have to talk t ... you ... 
about ..." 

"Yeah, Shirley," he said. "Sit down. Fay'll be through in a minute." 

Fay's cheeks were drenched by heat, and she shut her eyes. But she didn't 
stop sucking Nick's delicious, big prick, even though they were no longer 
alone, and the excitement in her body only seemed to increase because 
someone was watching. 

"Good Gawd!" Shirley. Said. "For a girl who didn't know what it meant to 
turn a trick yesterday, she sure as hell learned fast!" 

"You're telling me!" Nick panted. "She gives ... better head than ... you 
do, Shirl!" 

"Ooooh, yeah?" The bleached blonde retorted, and dropped to her knees beside 
Fay. "We'll just see who can please your pecker the most!" 

Shirley grasped his shaft on one of Fay's up-beats and wrenched his wand out 
of the latter's mouth. 

"Heyyyy!" Fay exclaimed, because she hated to lose the tasty thing. The 
stropping of her lips with his hard column, and the surging of his bulbous 
glans along her tongue and into her throat, had nearly brought her to a 
climax. 

It became Shirley's turn to adore his stuck-up, steamy cock as she steadied 
it with a hand around its base while her pink tongue fluttered down on one 
side of his quivering hard-on and up the other. She pursed her soft lips 
around just the tip of his pecker and sucked, while her eyes rolled to check 
Fay's reaction. 

The other girl obviously was vexed. But what could she do? She couldn't 
clobber Shirley and forcibly take Nick's cock back. 

She nuzzled in next to the other waitress and began licking along Nick's 
shaft. His thick outer skin didn't impart as much flavor as the delicious 
head of his dick. Fay needed more stimulation to maintain her high. 

Reaching into Nick's pants, she shoe horned out his big balls, which had 
lots of black hair gushing around them. She commenced licking his damp, 
wobbly testicles and sniffing their sweaty scent. 

That did it! Her sex-nerves were singing again. 

She took a ball in her mouth and sucked on it while Shirley pumped her 
O-shaped lips on Nick's cock. But Shirley didn't take his prick all the way 
into her throat as Fay had done, and he lost patience. 

"Let Fay finish me!" he husked. "You get down and give her a licking." 

"Aaawww, Nick!" 

Fay popped his ball out of her mouth. "Yes!" she heard herself say 
snappishly. "Give me some licking, Shirley! Right on my cunt!" 

Ooooh, LISTEN to me! she thought. What a slut I am! 

But, strangely, she no longer cared. All that mattered was the sensuous 
enjoyment she required-from Nick's big prick in her mouth, and the other 
woman licking her pussy. 

Shirley, who needed her job as badly as Fay did, lay on her back and worked 
her head between Fay's knees. She stretched the crotch strip of the other 
girl's panties aside, and hunched up, sticking her tongue against the 
sizzling, wet lips of Fay's pussy. Shirley licked between the slippery, soft 
labia of the other girl, found the tip of her clit, and beat a saucy 
tongue-tattoo against it. 

Fay went wild, driving her hot mouth up and down on Nick's vibrant cock. His 
glans plugged her tight throat as her lips and teeth hungrily stroked his 
shaft. Her tongue fluttered against him. 

Fay had a hand free, and it seemed only right to reach back and hook 
Shirley's underpants away from her burning twat. Fay diddled the other 
girl's pussy, which fast became as wet as hers, while she rhythmically 
impaled her mouth and throat on Nick's blissfully throbbing rod. She felt 
his balls bouncing against her chin, and thrilled to Shirley's tongue which 
was flogging her stiffly extended clit. 

The small room seemed to pulsate with the vibes of their mnage a trios. It 
was a race to see which would pop first as Shirley wriggled her warm cunt 
around Fay's driving fingers and licked the latter's tangy, tingling 
girliecock while Fay mouthed Nick's big hard-on with fiendish zest. Her spit 
dribbled down his shaft as she briskly pumped her sucking lips on his stalk. 

Her brain seemed to float like a feather while her body throbbed. She varied 
her action on Nick's cock by twisting her clasping mouth from side to side 
and champing, like a dog gnawing on a big bone. 

Spurt! 

Fay took the first blast of Nick's thick, musky semen onto her tongue, and 
it washed all over her taste buds, thrilling them. She drove her mouth lower 
on his quivering dick and took the second gush in her gullet, gulping it 
down. His third spurt struck her tongue, and some of the viscous fluid oozed 
out between his twitching shaft and her lips to dribble down her chin. 

She sat firmly on Shirley's face, which forced her turgid clit into 
Shirley's mouth, and Fay came, showering cunt-syrup all over the other 
girl's lapping tongue. 

Fay had the goodness, at the same time, to pinch Shirley's clit, which 
brought the bleached-blonde waitress off. 

Nick stumbled backward, pulling his wet, floppy prick from Fay's face. 

"Ooooh, my God!" he said. "That was the greatest!" 

"Mmmmmmmmmm!" was all Fay could say as she licked his spilled cum off her 
lips and swallowed it. She wiped a finger across and sucked it clean, also. 

She dismounted from Shirley who sat up groggily. "Wowwwww!" she breathed. 

No one was in any mood to go to work. 

The Happy Times club was filling up with customers, however, and they were 
eager for beer and tit. The girls went out to serve them while Nick returned 
to the dull work at his desk. 

Fay didn't know quite how to correlate all that had happened to her in the 
last few days with her previous happy marriage to Joe. When he got out of 
jail-as he would soon, she hoped-what would their life be like? 

It would be just fine, she decided. Joe had everything she wanted or could 
ever need. She simply would apply what she had learned to him and encourage 
him to reciprocate. Then she would be a respectable woman once more and 
still enjoy all the kinky little things she had learned from Al and Otto and 
Nick. 

Respectability was out of the question that night, however, as she bustled 
about the raucous club and submitted to the pawing, pinching hands of the 
drunken customers. Al didn't appear, nor did anyone else who looked good to 
her, though she had many chances to go upstairs. 

"What's the idea of turning that dude down?" Shirley asked critically after 
overhearing Fay refuse a proposition. 

"I didn't like him." 

"Well, la-dee-dah!" Shirley chirped. "We're here to make money and do 
business for the joint. Or am I wrong?" 

"I was hired as a waitress," Fay stoutly maintained. 

"Well, sure. Whoring's illegal, so Nick can't very well hang out a sign for 
prosties. But now that you're wised up, he's gonna expect you to turn your 
share of tricks. I've been upstairs twice already tonight," Shirley added 
proudly. 

"Good for you!" Fay sniffed, and went to fetch some beers at the bar. 

She still felt too good for what she was doing. And she wasn't about to roll 
into bed with any man who crooked his finger ... or stuck out his dick. 

It was the policy of the Happy Times club to stage improvised entertainment, 
whenever the opportunity arose. The night before, a girl had gotten up from 
the audience to entertain-meaning to strip down to her bikini briefs and 
gyrate to juke box music while the men had clapped and whistled, ogling her 
jouncing tits. 

Recalling this, it didn't come to Fay as too much of a shock when Nick 
tapped her on the arm at about midnight, as the hilarity in the club was at 
its height, and said, "How about putting on a little show for us, baby?" 

The fact that it wasn't a surprise didn't keep her from refusing. "I'm no 
dancer," she said. "Besides, I don't strip in front of a crowd!" 

"Go on," Nick urged. "It'll be fun ... and good for business, yours as well 
as mine." 

"No," Fay adamantly maintained and went about her work. 

That didn't stop Nick. He stepped up onto the stand and signaled for quiet. 

"You've all noticed our new girl-pretty, sexy Fay!" he said. "Well, if you 
give her a big hand, I'll bet she'll get up and do a dance for you." 

Nick pointed her out to the man who switched on the spotlights at the rear 
of the club, and its bright beam caught her in the center of the crowd, just 
as she was about to take an order. 

The response of the audience was instantaneous and very loud. Their 
whistles, shouts, and frenzied clapping nearly raised the roof. 

Damn Nick! Fay thought as she glanced nervously about. She shook her head as 
she blushed, and her breasts vibrated in her blouse, her stiff nipples 
imprinted on the satiny fabric. 

The shouts and whistles continued. Some men rose to applaud. 

Fay was trapped. The bedlam wouldn't cease, she knew, until she either 
stepped to the stand or ran from the club. And the latter would mean the 
loss of her job, she well knew. 

Perhaps if I just dance a little ... she thought. I won't take anything off. 

Embarrassed, she reluctantly walked to the stage ... 

 CHAPTER NINE 

"Take it off, baby!" somebody shouted as Fay began to move with the music. 

The rock number was fast, its rhythm jerky, and she had trouble coordinating 
her motions with it. But she tried, feeling foolish. The bright spotlight 
prevented her from picking out faces in the audience, which was fortunate or 
she would have been even more embarrassed than she was. 

Damn Nick, she kept thinking, for putting me on the spot like this! 

She shook her shoulders, causing her jutting, rounded breasts to shake in 
her satiny blouse. Their creamy inner slopes wobbled before the customers' 
avid eyes. 

"Take it off!" 

Fay tried to shut her ears to the lascivious demands. Nick didn't pay her to 
be a stripper. Anyway, she couldn't stand to undress in public. 

Oh, no? an inner voice challenged. What about the other day at the jail, 
when you had to strip before those deputies and they did nasty things to 
you? What about the session in Gantner's office? 

Fay's cheeks reddened more, and the pounding, clangy music was getting to 
her, making her feel loose. She turned and waggled her buttocks at the 
audience, her short skirt whipping up to expose her clingy white briefs. 

The men stomped and whistled. 

"More!" somebody shouted. 

And, "Take off your blouse, honey!" 

Fay turned to face the crowd. Perhaps she should slip her blouse off, she 
thought. That was what they expected, and it wasn't considered very wicked 
to dance topless. Even movie actresses bared their breasts. 

While swaying to the music and jerking her hips a bit, she reached behind 
her and unfastened her blouse. She pulled the satiny garment up and off, 
letting her tits bounce bare. The response of the audience was deafening, 
and it warmed Fay. Though she should have known that the whistling, clapping 
men were motivated only by lust, she felt that they really liked her. She 
needed to be liked, after enduring all the torment and abuse which she 
recently had gone through. 

She danced about-just walking to the music, really-and her tits jiggled in 
ripe, thrusting fullness. Her rosy nipples stuck out, slanted upward. She 
shook her shoulders, and let her boobs wobble to and fro. 

The men responded even more noisily. 

"Take it allllll off!" one of them shouted. 

No! Fay thought. That I won't do! But maybe I should take off my little 
skirt. It doesn't hide anything, anyhow. 

She turned away from the crowd and kept her hips moving to the music as she 
unfastened her skirt and let it drop. She stepped free. 

She was left in only her bikini briefs which looked like conventional 
undies, white and silky, but they were opaque. She faced the audience and 
gyrated more freely than before. She even spread her thighs a bit. She moved 
her hands up and down her body, as she once had watched a stripper do, and 
it seemed only natural to cup her full, quivery breasts. 

Wild yells arose. The stomping and clapping formed a steady, beating rhythm 
that grew louder and louder as the entire audience joined in. The bursts of 
sound crashed over the stage in lascivious waves, engulfing Fay in wanton 
heat. 

"Go ahead, baby!" It was Nick's voice. "Take your panties off!" 

She could scarcely believe he was asking her to do that. It would be 
indecent. They would get arrested! But Nick surely knew what he was doing, 
she thought. He ran the place. 

"Take it off ... take it off!" the audience chanted to their clapping, 
stomping rhythm as the music clanged. 

Fay shut her eyes as she writhed, bumping her hips recklessly. Her cheeks 
burned. Her lips parted. She seemed caught in a vortex that was swirling 
faster and faster, pulling her down. 

As her responsive body throbbed with the music, and with the audience's 
appreciative sounds, it was as if she were under the influence of some drug. 
She couldn't stop her hands from gliding down her sides and catching the top 
elastic of her pants. 

Oh God, LOOK at me! she thought as she stripped her briefs down and stepped 
from them. 

Every eye in the audience was doing just that, and the men howled. Fay's 
pale, silken pussy hairs gleamed in the spotlight, forming a gossamer cloud 
that clung to her cuntal slit without obscuring it. 

She danced about, feeling more loose and wicked than ever in her life. She 
would have been intensely ashamed, except that the audience was responding 
with such warmth that it reassured her. She let her titties jiggle and 
shake. Her buttocks did a quivery, wiggly dance all their own. 

"Get down!" someone cried. 

Another guy yelled, "On the floor!" 

The music was continuous, one record coming on right after the other as Nick 
manned the controls. It gave Fay no time to think, no respite from the 
steady, pounding rhythm and the lustful responses of the crowd. 

The sounds, and the feelings they conveyed, combined with the merciless 
glare of the spotlight to hypnotize Fay. She seemed robbed of an independent 
will. She had to respond to the crowd's obscene demands. 

She sank to the floor. Amid whoops and cries of raw lust, she spread her 
shapely legs. The hair-adorned outer lips of her pussy parted, and the 
bright spotlight picked out the gleaming rivulets of passion-nectar that 
dribbled along her pink folds. 

She writhed in response to the heat from the crowd ... and the conflagration 
it had sparked within her. Her tilted thighs swayed wantonly, her hips 
wiggling. Her pussy opened and closed, winking lasciviously at the audience. 

Fay should have known what would happen next, given the spontaneous nature 
of the show, the uninhibited atmosphere that prevailed, and the drunken 
boisterousness of the crowd. But she hadn't thought about it. If she had 
thought at all, she wouldn't have put on the act or, at least, carried it so 
far. 

When she saw the first man lunge onto the stage, she could only blink up at 
him. Stark reality was slow to dispel the trance-like state that the music, 
applause, and spotlight had created. But as the man pushed down his pants to 
reveal a bobbing, bulb-headed erection ... and was followed by another man 
and another, doing the same ... Fay sat up and screamed. 

It was too late. 

The first man dropped to a kneeling position between her thighs while the 
other lust-maddened studs knelt at opposite sides of her. One of those pawed 
her titties and the other bruised her mouth with his boozy lips while the 
first man drove his cock into her pussy. 

Fay found herself unbelievably being fucked before the whooping crowd while 
two additional men leaned over her, holding her down, and no one came to her 
aid. The crowd-noise was deafening, the music played on, and the spotlight 
still gleamed. 

The prick in Fay's cuntal cleft jabbed fiercely and would have hurt if she 
hadn't been so wet inside. The other men straightened on their knees, and 
their cocks projected rigidly toward her. She had to grasp them. 

Her brain swirled helplessly as she stroked her curled fingers along both 
throbbing columns while the first column pumped deeply in her clasping, 
slippery cunt. 

More men crowded the stage to stand around and watch. Some ripped open their 
pants and began to play with themselves lewdly. One of the men who knelt 
beside Fay leaned forward, offering his pecker to her mouth, and with a 
groan of humiliating surrender, she commenced to lick it. 

The man fucking her moved faster. Her own wicked responses surged. Her mouth 
opened to warmly engulf the cock she had been licking, and she sucked on the 
juicy lollipop while she jacked off the man at her other side and got jazzed 
briskly between the legs. She kicked her feet in the air. 

The man in her pussy shot off. He had no sooner pulled free before another 
took his place. The cock in her mouth was fucking her sweet face as she 
gulped. The third man ejaculated in her stroking hand, his sperm splattering 
over her breasts. 

It was like an utterly wanton wet-dream come to life, with Fay on the 
receiving end of all the pent-up passion in the room. 

She began to come. 

She couldn't count how many times she climaxed, with pricks slashing into 
her sizzling, bumping cunt ... cocks showering semen over her ... one dick 
following another into her voracious mouth, spurting warm, thick jism down 
her gurgling throat. 

She lost track of time and the individuality of the men who were in her and 
hovering next to her. Reality became a dream in which she thrashed and 
gyrated, taking and giving passion without restraint, wallowing in wanton 
lust. 

When she heard a man shout at her, his words didn't register. A scuffle 
broke out. The rapacious men fell away from her, one by one, and she felt 
herself being scooped off the floor and carried from the stage. 

She was out of the spotlight, swimming it seemed through a sea of darkness, 
her legs kicking, her head lolling as her wavy hair hung down. 

Then she was outside. She felt the cool evening air. She was dumped into a 
car. 

"Heyyyy!" she exclaimed, only then awakening from the sensuous nightmare. 

A man slid into the car beside her and gunned the engine. 

"Why did you let them do that?" Al demanded, glaring down at her. "You must 
have let them or they wouldn't have dared." 

"I ... I was ... dancing," Fay said, sitting up. 

She stared at the town lights streaming past, and realized that she was 
still naked. She covered her breasts with her hands. 

"You're too good to be treated that way, damn it!" Al raged. "Nick Spiros 
ought to be strung up by his balls!" 

"Oooooh!" Fay groaned, and shut her eyes shamefully. "Where are you taking 
me?" 

"To my place," Al said. "But ..." 

"You need somebody to look after you." 

Fay couldn't argue with that. 

* * * 

Al lived in a large house on the edge of town, and it was dark when he and 
Fay arrived. He evidently lived alone. 

He carried Fay to his front door and stood her up. She hugged herself, not 
because it was that chilly, but she had never stood outdoors in the nude 
before. Al unlocked the house and guided her inside, flipping on lights. 

"Upstairs," he directed. "I want you to soak in a warm tub." 

Fay didn't resist, walking upstairs ahead of him as he watched her softly 
twisting ass. She stared numbly while he drew a bath for her. 

"I'll get you a drink," he said, and she settled into the soothing water. 

He returned to the bathroom after she had cleansed herself thoroughly and 
was lying back against the sloped end of the bathtub, her breasts gleaming 
wetly above the water line. Her nipples were especially enticing when they 
were damp and stiff. 

Al dropped to his knees and kissed one of the rosy protrusions, then sucked 
it into his mouth. Fay stroked his dark hair as he nursed at her tit. 

"Thank you," she murmured, "For taking me out of that awful place." 

"Here," he said, and handed her one of the drinks he was holding. 

He stood and sipped from the other glass while she gulped at her drink, 
feeling she needed it. 

"Another?" he asked, after she handed the empty glass back to him. 

"Maybe in a minute." 

"You dry off," Al said a bit huskily, "and I'll be waiting for you across 
the hall." 

Fay noted that the front of his expensive slacks was distended. He would 
expect to take her, she supposed, and she would let him. He had that coming, 
for rescuing her. Anyway, she badly needed to feel wanted and loved. The 
illusion of warmth in the nightclub had become a hellfire of unleashed lust, 
satisfying only the wicked throbbing in her flesh while her soul cried for 
something else. 

She crossed the hall several minutes later and entered the lighted bedroom, 
not bothering to conceal her nakedness with the large towel she had just 
used. That would have been foolish, after displaying her body to the crowd 
at the club. 

She knelt on the bed, where Al reclined in his shorts. He handed her a drink 
which had been waiting on the night stand. 

She sat on the edge of the mattress, her breasts joggling, and sipped from 
the glass while Al sipped his second drink and watched her. 

"I went to the club," he said, "because I had to see you. I couldn't get 
over last night." 

"I liked last night," Fay admitted. "The part with you, at least. Tonight 
was ... awful." 

"You'll never go back there again," Al said. 

"But I have to work. My husband ..." 

"I know all about your husband. You see, I was interested enough in you to 
do some checking. I went down to the jail and saw your husband today." 

"You what?" 

"Oh, I didn't tell him about us. I just said that I was interested in his 
case. I didn't really introduce myself to you last night because ... well, a 
certain amount of discretion is necessary when you patronize a dive like 
Nick's ... but I came to this community a couple of months ago to scout 
around for some real estate investments. I rented this house with an option 
to buy. I'd like to settle here. But I kept hearing things about Harry 
Gantner and how he had a stranglehold on the town. Your husband thinks he 
can break that." 

"No!" Fay responded quickly. "I mean, he doesn't dare ..." 

"Because of the charges against him? We'll see." 

"Mind if I ask you something?" 

"Go ahead," Al said, and sipped from his glass. 

"How come, if you're so well-to-do and all, do you go to Nick's place?" 

"Sex," Al said simply. "My marriage broke up before I moved here. I didn't 
want any serious involvements. But a man has to have satisfaction." 

Fay looked away. She finished the drink in her glass and set the glass down. 

"I don't intend to go back to Nick's anymore," Al said, gazing at her 
warmly. 

"You know I'm married." 

"Happily?" 

"Yes." 

Al set down the rest of his drink and lay back with a sigh. "Well ... I 
guess the smart thing for me to do would be to let your husband rot in jail, 
but I offered to bring in a top-flight lawyer for him-and pay the fee, of 
course." 

"Why?" 

"Because I'm fond of you. And I like the town. You need help, and the town 
needs help, also, to get it out of the grip of Gantner. Don't worry-I'll get 
my money back through investments. Once Gantner is toppled, this area will 
open up. There'll be a small-scale boom, and I'll be on the ground floor." 

"I really appreciate what you're doing," Fay said, leaning over him. "I'd 
like to show it." 

Al raised his hands under her dangling tits and gently cupped them. His 
thumbs bent her nipples and stroked the pliant globes, causing sensations to 
radiate through her. 

"Go ahead," he said softly, and gave her an affectionate smile. 

It bothered Fay that she was feeling warmer toward him than she should have, 
as a married woman. But what she felt was only gratitude, she assured 
herself. She was eager to pay Al back in some small measure for the kindness 
he had shown her, and the help he was offering Joe. 

She lifted his flaccid penis out of his shorts and bent to it. He watched 
her tongue appear and moistly lick the head of his cock. He stroked her 
tumbling ash-blonde hair. 

Fay licked his prick all over, enjoying its clean, subtle tang. His scent 
was manly and sensuous. His swelling cockhead bobbled across Fay's nose as 
she licked along the underside of his stem, feeling the ropelike shape 
gradually stiffen in her grasp until it was like a pipe with a thin velvet 
cover. 

She stroked her soft lips to the top of his cock, and he watched them widen 
as they glidingly took his throbbing knob into her warm, damp mouth. She 
locked her elastic lips in the groove behind his corona and sucked, swirling 
her tongue around his cockhead. Her blue eyes sparkled as she looked at his 
face. 

Slowly she began to pump her mouth up and down on his prick, still watching 
his face. His glans glided along her twisty tongue, going deeper into her 
mouth with every plunge of her head until the bulbous knob lodged in her 
hot, tight throat. 

"AAAAAHHHHHHH!" he breathed raspily, his thick cock throbbing between her 
lips, the head swelling in her gullet. 

He suddenly lifted her off of him. 

"I want to fuck you," he said. 

"All right." Smiling, Fay tossed a leg across him, preparing to take the 
active role. 

"No! I want to get on top of you." 

Fay didn't mind. She was ready to get it any way she could by that time-not 
that her body was in such great need, after the orgy at the club, but she 
needed the genuine warmth which Al seemed to offer. 

She lay down beside him and he removed his glasses, then swung onto her, 
settling on his knees between her thighs. His cock was like a cannon, 
pointing forward. 

"I like you!" Fay said impulsively. "I like your cock, too!" 

He chuckled. "That's good to hear. You can see that it likes you," he added, 
indicating its stiffness. 

"Put it into me!" Fay invited. 

"No sooner said than done." 

Al rubbed his thumbs along the moistening, velvety flanges of her cunt, 
loosening her inner folds and encouraging them to fill with warm blood. His 
thumb found the tip of her clitty and rubbed that. 

"Fuck me!" Fay implored. 

"Those are the two sweetest words in the language, when spoken by a 
beautiful woman-do you know that?" 

"I really mean them," Fay said. "I want you to fuck me." 

Al clutched his prick in his hand and moved closer to her, carefully working 
the blunt, bulging head of his cock between her slick cuntal folds. When he 
was lodged perfectly, at the entrance to her vaginal passage, he pushed. His 
thick rod opened her pleasure gate and glided vibrantly up her passage until 
she felt his six inches throbbing lusciously inside her. 

She reached up and clutched him, pulling him warmly down atop her voluptuous 
body. Her breasts spread beneath his hairy chest. She wrapped her legs over 
his back. He twisted his head to lick at her pink lips, then glide his wet 
tongue deeply between them as their lips locked in a passionate kiss. 

He began to rock his hips slowly up and down, stroking his hard cock in her 
clasping, slick hole. 

Fay had to move with him right away, pulling against him with her legs, 
which were locked around his middle. Her warmly inviting cunt rose perfectly 
to his every thrust. As he speeded up his penetrating plunges, Fay speeded 
up as well. Soon they were fucking heatedly, breathing hard, and making the 
bed sigh in sensuous rhythm beneath them. 

Fay's tits jogged against his chest. She writhed. She pulled at him harder, 
with legs and arms both. Her clit was tingling splendidly as he stroked it 
with his invading and retreating column-driving deeply into her again and 
again, filling her with his warmth and male power. 

"Oooooh ... I love it!" Fay panted. "You've got such a ... nice cock! Oooh, 
darling, it feels sooooooh good inside me! Keep fucking, me, honey! You fuck 
so gooood!" 

Al kept fucking steadily and briskly, but not at top speed. Fay's writhing, 
reaching cunt was with him on every stroke. Every thrust and retreating 
glide of his thick, hard prick inside her took her one step higher on a 
ladder to the stars. 

Al's own passion increased at a similar rate. He kept up the steady rhythm 
until a fierce urge seized him, and he couldn't restrain himself any longer. 

He fucked Fay fiercely, ramming his powerful prick into her with such speed 
and force that she felt as if her bottom were being driven through the bed. 
Still she pumped and squirmed around his heady cock-thrusts, gasping ... 
then squealing ... then drumming her heels against his jack hammer hips as 
she screamed. 

He came, jerking and spurting in her warm cunt, which rippled up and down on 
his discharging rod. She moaned heatedly and clutched him harder than ever, 
rocking to and fro. 

She felt utterly complete ... and that frightened her. 

"We can't see each other again," she said. 

 CHAPTER TEN 

He pushed up from her, and his meaty penis withdrew suckingly from the 
heated clasp of her cunt. He lay on his back, beside her. 

"You felt it too, hm?" he said. 

"Yes." Fay hesitated, then added, "I have to think of my marriage." 

"I understand. Well, I said I wanted no involvements, but I didn't bank on 
you. Why the hell did you go to work for Nick, anyway?" 

"It was the only job I could find." 

"Well, you're through with it. I'll give you some money to live on, and you 
don't need to feel under obligations." 

"No, Al-but thank you very much. And I don't want you to help Joe, either." 

"He needs help." Al was looking at the pretty blonde intently. "That lawyer 
he's got isn't the greatest." 

"Just the same ... I know how to get him off." 

"Want to tell me?" 

Fay recounted every detail of her session with Gantner, including the 
blackmail. "So you see," she completed, "I don't have any choice but to 
persuade Joe to give up his idea of making trouble for Gantner. And in 
return for that, the charges against Joe will be dropped." 

"Gantner's a worse son of a bitch than I thought!" Al said heatedly. 
"Subjecting you to that kind of treatment-why, he ought to be shot! But he 
really runs this town, cops and all, doesn't he? I want to see him smashed 
if I'm going to invest here." 

"There must be other places just as inviting," Fay said. 

"No," Al replied, and gazed fondly at her. "Nor other women, either." 

"Please," she murmured, shutting her eyes. 

He leaned and kissed her pouty lips. She tasted so good that he gripped her 
fervently and rolled her atop him. He clutched her billowy ass, grinding her 
soft pussy against his flaccid cock and balls. His mouth hungrily kissed 
hers, and she returned the kiss for a few moments, then pushed away, 
extricating herself from his embrace. She rolled onto her back, leaving his 
penis larger and less soft than when she had settled atop him. 

"Fay, you can't submit to Gantner's blackmail!" he said. 

"I don't have any choice." 

"Think! What happened tonight at Nick's club was as bad as what Gantner took 
pictures of-and it was public. So your reputation in town is shot anyway. 
But what do you care?" 

"It isn't what I care," she said. "It's how Joe would feel about me if he 
knew. I'm hoping he won't hear about tonight while he's in jail. And the 
minute he gets out, we'll be leaving town. But if I don't cooperate with 
Gantner, he'll make sure Joe sees those filthy pictures." 

"You know," Al said thoughtfully, "Gantner could be blackmailed, too. He's 
got a frumpy old wife who's a pillar of the church, I understand- and his 
hold on the townsfolk depends on his own appearance of respectability." 

"What are you saying?" Fay pushed herself up on an elbow, her breasts 
cascading, one atop the other. 

"I'm saying that if you had the nerve ... and someone with a camera to help 
you ... you could screw old Gantner quite literally and get the evidence on 
film." 

"Al! Haven't I been wicked enough?" 

"That wouldn't be wicked, baby-just smart. But as I said, it would take 
nerve." 

Fay lay back, her breasts wobbling tautly. The idea was worth thinking 
about. 

"I wonder who I could get to help," she mused. 

Al leaned over her. "I wish I could do it, but that would be a little too 
thick." 

"Oh, of course. I wouldn't expect you to." 

Al gathered one of her ripe breasts in his hand and licked the stiff rosy 
nipple. 

"Uuunnnh," she whimpered. 

Al licked her other tit, and she felt his cock come to life against her 
side. Her hand found and encircled the tensing, warm column. 

"You're going to have to fuck me again," she purred, "but this will be the 
last time." 

Not committing himself as to that, he swung atop her and nestled between her 
welcoming thighs. Her legs came up around him, and his prick glided smoothly 
into her well-lathered quim. 

"Ooooh, make it last a long time!" she implored, lowering her silky lashes. 

Al pulled and thrust, pulled and thrust, fucking her easily but with 
powerful effect. Her nerves sang. Her hips reached for every thick, rigid 
penetration. 

How could it be, she wondered dreamily, if she loved Joe so much, that she 
felt so warm and complete with Al? Having him fuck her wasn't like 
submitting to other men. 

Her fingers bit into the fleshiness of his arms. Her legs rhythmically 
tightened around him. Her warm cunt swiveled and thrust, gliding on his 
in-rushing cock. Her pussy lips gobbled at the base of his organ while her 
fluff ground into his coarse hairs. 

Suddenly she began to pump her hips wildly, parting her lips and tilting her 
head back. She fucked with delirious abandon, wanting to drown herself in 
the luscious wave of warm completion which she knew was coming. 

Joe! she thought. No ... Al! 

Al ... Al ... Al ... 

I CAN NEVER SEE YOU AGAIN! 

She finished fervently, squeezing Al's cock in her rippling pussy as she 
came with nerve-shattering force. Warmth did envelop her, just as she knew 
it would, but afterwards she felt sad instead of contented. 

Sometimes life seemed like a bitter joke. 

Though Fay was tired after Al brought her home, she had difficulty falling 
asleep. When she did sleep, her rest wasn't sound. She tossed and turned. 
Confused, troubling dreams assailed her. 

She awoke in the midst of one of them, thinking that somebody had her by the 
throat. 

It was no dream. 

Fay stared at a youthful face and long hair, her heart leaping in fright. 
Then she recognized the teenager who had raped her several days ago and had 
threatened to return. He carried a knife, she recalled. 

"Let go of me!" she demanded, breathing hard. 

The punk grinned. "You remember me, huh?" 

"What do you think? I don't get raped that often!" 

"Your cunt was so good," the youth said lewdly, "I decided to get me some 
more of it." 

"You're really a big man," Fay said sarcastically, "taking advantage of a 
woman whose husband is in jail!" 

"Don't act so innocent! I know you was with another guy tonight. I watched 
him bring you home-wearing one of his shirts, it looked like. Then I figured 
I'd give you a chance to fall asleep, so I could take you by surprise." He 
chuckled nastily. 

"Like I said ... you're a real big man!" 

"Big enough where it counts." The churlish teenager straightened on his 
knees and displayed his long, stiff penis, sticking out through the fly of 
his jeans. 

"Do you think that impresses me?" Fay asked, gazing at his cock in the 
moonlight that came in through the undraped windows. 

"You acted like you dug it last time." 

"Well, if you're going to use that sticker, please hurry up!" Fay said, 
bitterness causing her to be deliberately coarse. "I need my sleep." 

"I want to use it on you different this time," the youth said. "Get up on 
your knees." 

"Not in my asshole!" Fay blurted, remembering how it had hurt when Otto had 
drilled her there. 

"Are you kidding?" the teenager snapped back. "I ain't no queer!" 

Fay rolled over, grateful for his youthful prudishness, and stuck her bottom 
into the air. Her breasts were mashed against the mattress, and her back was 
bent concavely, to make her snatch easily accessible. She didn't want the 
punk kid to change his mind about which hole he was going to use. 

"Man!" he said, kneeling behind her and staring at the lurid sight of her 
split ass, with her fluff-lined pussy shoving out between the tops of her 
thighs. "Bein' married wouldn't be so bad, if a guy had that to look at 
every night!" 

"Don't get carried away," Fay advised over her shoulder. "Just do what you 
want to do and get out!" 

The kid didn't think about preparing her for his thrust, but that didn't 
happen to be necessary because Fay remained well lubricated from Al's two 
explosions inside her. The long-peckered teenager moved up, nosed the end of 
his tool into her soft slit and shoved, gliding deep into her belly with a 
single thrust. 

"Uunh!" Fay said, and pressed her cheek against the pillow. 

The boy gripped the smooth roundness of her hips. "Mama, you're sure good 
fuckin", he said, and began to move back and forward. 

Fay's narrow channel stroked his pumping dick in a wet, velvety way. She 
wasn't gripping, and she wasn't writhing, either. She was just holding her 
ass up and letting the punk kid screw it. 

Then it occurred to her that she could bring him off more quickly if she 
were to move a bit, and she commenced grinding her hips. Her snug sleeve 
swirled around the boy's driving prick, and she heard him catch his breath. 

"Shit!" he said. "God damn! Mama, you're the greatest!" 

She wished he would stop calling her mama. Not only did that make her feel 
older than she was, but it conveyed a suggestion of incest that she didn't 
like. Was the fellow really screwing his mother in his mind when he drove 
his dick into her, or was that just the way young people talked? 

Fay began to pump forward and back, slamming her warm, soft ass against the 
youth's deep-plunging thrusts. 

"Uuuh ... uuuh ... uuuh!" he grunted, as he hornily fucked her. 

She didn't respond, except for a tickle or two. When she realized her body 
wasn't reaching for a climax, she thought it strange. Dislike of the man who 
was doing it to her hadn't kept her from climaxing before. 

Was it because of Al that she wasn't responding, she wondered. Had their 
loving been so good that she couldn't react to anyone else?" 

She became alarmed, because she didn't want that to be the case. She began 
to fuck heatedly, undulating her back and snapping at the punk's thrusting 
pecker with her muscular twat. 

"Wowwww!" he husked, and jabbed into her clutching cunt as rapidly as he 
could. 

She knew she didn't have much time to reach completion if she was going to, 
and that was what she wanted. Only that would prove she wasn't hopelessly 
hung up on Al. 

She purposely became lewd, saying, "Oooh, what a hard dick! Give it to me! 
Stick it wayyyyy up there! You're all-cock, baby! Mama lovvvvves it!" 

Why "Mama"? she wondered wildly as she responded to her own dirty words. 

The kid was fucking fast and furiously, slamming his pants-front against her 
bobbing, flipping ass. His cock was like a locomotive driveshaft, stroking 
relentlessly forward and back. 

"Faster, God damn you!" Fay shrilled like a slut. "Deeperrrrr! Oooh, shit! 
Piss! Oooh, you filthy, goddamned motherfucker!" 

She came just as he spurted, and she was grateful for the throbbing though 
shallow release because she thought it probed something. The lad jerked and 
spurted what seemed like gallons of rich, teenaged cum inside her. 

She sank flat on her belly against the bed, and his softening dick flipped 
out, trailing a wet strand of semen up across her ass. 

"Oooh, wowww!" he said, breathing hard. "I dig you even when you call me 
names." 

He backed off the bed. 

"Hey, wait a minute!" Fay said, having suddenly gotten an idea. "Do you live 
around here?" 

"What do you want to know for?" he asked, stuffing his penis back into his 
jeans. 

"I'm not going to make trouble. I just want to know if we can get together 
tomorrow." 

"Why?" the boy asked suspiciously. 

"I want you to do something for me." 

"I don't live anywhere," the kid said. "Just wherever I happen to be." 

Fay smiled at him. "What's your name? You never told me." 

"Frankie." 

"Well, why don't you lie down, Frankie, and spend the rest of the night 
here?" 

"You're trying to trick me, ain't you?" 

"Why would I do that?" Fay responded. "You know I like you. Didn't you hear 
the way I was talking when you were giving it to me?" 

"Yeah, you called me names." 

"That's what I do when I get hot. I want you to fuck me again, Frankie, in 
the morning. Then there's something else we can do together. It'll be 
fun-and I'll pay you, too." 

"Yeah?" 

"Besides, I'll fix you some breakfast. Do you like hot cakes and sausage?" 

"I like bacon better." 

"Okay-bacon, then. All you can eat." 

"Wait a minute! This is all too good. I better be going." 

"Frankie ..." 

There was a special quality in Fay's voice that made the boy hesitate on his 
way to the door. He turned to look at her again in the moonlight. 

"Have you even been ... sucked?" she asked. 

"Huh?" 

"I love to suck cocks," Fay said sultrily. "I like that even better than 
fucking. And you've got such a beautiful, long, stiff dick! I'd really 
appreciate taking that lovely thing in my mouth." 

He fidgeted. "I told you ... I ain't queer," he said, but his tone lacked 
conviction. 

"You don't have to be queer to enjoy getting your cock sucked," Fay said. 
"Most men really like it." 

"Well, maybe I'd let you do it once, just to see what it's like." 

He walked back toward the bed. 

"Take your clothes off," Fay said, "and snuggle in beside me. We don't want 
to play any more right now, because we're both tired. But first thing in the 
morning, I'll do it for you. And then we'll have breakfast. And then, if you 
want to make some money, you can do this little job I've got in mind." 

"What is it?" Frankie asked, still suspicious. 

"I don't want to tell you now. But it will be fun. And I'll give you 
twenty-five dollars." 

"You're sure you're not gonna call the cops or anything?" he asked, his 
hands hesitating at the top of his pants. 

"Look, I'm a married woman-you know that. I can't afford to have people find 
out I'm with another guy. And if I let you spend the night with me, I 
couldn't say I was raped, could I?" 

"You're a funny broad," he said. 

"Sure. But I know how to make you feel good, don't I?" Her eyes twinkled in 
the dim light. 

Frankie took off his pants. 

Harry Gantner, you're going to get screwed! Fay thought. And it's going to 
be the most expensive screwing that you've ever had! 

 CHAPTER ELEVEN 

When Fay awoke in the morning, she reached across the bed, underneath the 
covers. Her fingers closed around Frankie's stiff cock, which stood up 
against his belly while the youth lay on his back asleep. 

A little shudder went through Fay as she felt how very hard his penis was 
... and how long! He was some boy, all right! 

Fay folded back the covers without awakening him, and bent over his nude, 
reclining form. The scent of their intercourse of the previous night wafted 
up her nostrils, and she noted some dried traces of cum on Frankie's 
lovemaker. Fay supposed that wouldn't kill her. In fact, she knew it 
wouldn't hurt her in the slightest, having taken fresh cum down her throat 
more than once and suffered no ill effects at all. 

She leaned closer to Frankie, and her blonde hair tickled his lean belly. He 
stirred, but still enjoyed his stiff-cocked sleep too much to awaken. As Fay 
stood his springy hard-on perpendicular to his loins, she wondered what he 
was dreaming about to cause the erection. Or wasn't it a dream at all? 
Perhaps teenaged boys just got that way every morning, she mused, preparing 
for each day with a dick as stiff as steel. 

Frankie's condition, and even the raunchy scent of him, stimulated her ... 
though she wished it were Al she was waking up with. Or Joe. Yes Joe, of 
course-he was her husband. 

She stuck out her pink tongue and delicately licked the tip of Frankie's 
fiercely thrusting cock. 

"Aaaahhhhhh!" the youth said in his sleep and wriggled. A tremor passed 
through his licked prick. 

Fay held his flagpole-like organ steady, with her hand around its grassy 
base, and fluttered her tongue against the slit of his pecker. His dick 
twitched in her grasp. His taste was getting to her by that time, as well as 
his scent and the thrilling feel of his hardness. 

Oooooh, Al! she thought, as she opened her mouth wide. 

No! JOE! 

The confused, passion-plagued woman glided her soft lips down over the crown 
of the teenager's prick, and she felt his glans throb fatly against her 
tongue. Her oral love-organ swirled around the boy's knob, picking up more 
of his sexy flavor which her saliva washed off. She swallowed it down. 

She began to glide her cock, loving lips on the lad's hardness, plunging 
farther with each stroke of her mouth. 

"Hey!" he growled sleepily, and opened his eyes. When he saw as well as felt 
what Fay was doing, he said, "WOWWWWWWW!" 

She took long, lip-squeezing sucks of his delicious, iron-hard dick, her 
tongue wetly encircling the knobbish end of it each time she came up. She 
made soft slurping sounds and gulped hungrily. 

Frankie had pushed himself up on his elbows and was watching her as she 
cocksucked him. It was great fun to see as well as to feel. The youth's 
prick was his proudest attribute, and to observe a pretty lady's lips 
lovingly stroke up and down on it, while her twisting tongue titillated him 
in the warm, wet suction of her mouth, gave him a delectable thrill. 

With each down stroke of Fay's lips, he lifted his hips, forcing his 
tingling dick even deeper into her mouth. His cockhead skidded to the very 
back of her tongue and into her throat. Frankie writhed, groaning with 
delight. 

Fay's body throbbed as she pleasurably sucked the long, stiff cock of the 
teenaged boy, and she thought: 

Oh, how I need a man to take care of me every morning and night, to be with 
me all the time and keep me from going after other guys! But Joe's in jail, 
damn it! I've GOT to get him out! 

She sucked Frankie's cock with accelerating ardor, her lips clasping his 
slippery, hard rod as they stroked up and down on the throbbing, bonelike 
column. Her throat opened thrillingly each time she plunged, and the lad's 
horny dick fucked into the clasping channel. 

"AAAAAAARRRRRRGH!" he rasped, reaching for a luscious throat-penetration 
while Fay's lips gobbled hotly at the base of his rod. 

His balls churned, getting ready to unleash their load. He didn't know 
whether the lady expected him to shoot his cum into her mouth and throat or 
not, but he wasn't about to stop her from sucking his dick when it felt so 
goddamned good. 

His hips began to bob up and down in fucking frenzy, his prick knifing into 
Fay's mouth. She had to raise her head a bit in order to protect her throat, 
and his glans glided against her tongue. When he gasped and moaned, and his 
dick began to twitch wildly, she clasped just the head of the horny tool in 
her mouth, sucking and champing at that juicy morsel. His dickhead swelled 
even larger. 

A tremor passed through his entire body, and his cock jerked between Fay's 
lips. She sucked harder, thinking: 

Come on ... come ... come! Give Mama your luscious, thick, warm cream! 
Mama's hungry for breakfast! 

Spurt! 

A thick, vigorous jet of cock-juice struck the roof of Fay's mouth and 
spread over her quivering tongue. 

"AAAAHHHHHHHHHG!" she said, and compressed the boy's dick harder as she 
swallowed down his first serving. 

Spurt! 

Frankie gave Fay another mouthful of cream, and she drank it like a ravenous 
pussycat. Spurt! Spurt! The youth had a lot that morning. 

Fay kept sucking until the boy's balls were drained and his dick began to 
soften. She raised her head, letting his supple meat ooze out from between 
her sperm-coated lips, then sat up and licked her lips clean. 

"Maaaaaaan!" was all Frankie said as he stared at her from the pillow, 
blissfully satisfied. 

"Now for those hot cakes and bacon!" Fay told him, and leaped up, her bare 
titties bobbing. "But I've got to take a quick shower first. You can have it 
after I'm through." 

On her way out of the room she stopped and turned around to look at the 
youth. "On second thought," she added, "why don't you join me right now? I 
wouldn't want you running out." 

"Lady, I don't figure you at all!" he said. "I came here to RAPE you last 
night." 

"I know." Fay smiled. "And you did it very well, too. I suppose I ought to 
be angry, but I'm not ... especially since you're going to do that little 
job for me that I mentioned. Come on-get up!" 

Frankie rose, his cock hanging low and moist in front of his blissfully 
fucked-out balls. He continued to look at Fay as if he didn't trust her 
entirely while accompanying her to the bathroom. 

He stood and watched while she sat on the potty and peed. Then it was his 
turn to move up and shoot a vigorous stream of warm piss into the bowl. Fay 
watched -that and found it interesting. 

She turned and started the shower. Frankie stepped under the spray with her, 
and the youth enjoyed another new experience: Having a pretty woman soap his 
chest and backside, and his cock and his balls. He reciprocated by lathering 
Fay's breasts, liking the feel of her springy-firm tittyflesh when slick 
with soap. He held each of Fay's tits up and rinsed them off, as her rosy 
nipples protruded, fat and hard. He bent and took a moist suck. 

He watched Fay cleanse the wiggly little lips of her pussy and splash water 
up inside her channel, which then flowed out and down her thighs. She 
carefully soaped the crack of her ass and spread her rubbery butt cheeks 
apart to rinse the enticing chasm. Frankie watched her cute asshole wink at 
him through the clear, splashing water. 

By the time their bath was through, his prick was sticking up once again. 

"My goodness!" Fay exclaimed, waggling the horny thing. "Don't you ever get 
enough?" 

"Do you?" he responded, and basketed her breasts between his hands. 

"Yes!" she said firmly. "At least for the time being. You'll just have to 
tell your cock to quiet down if you want any breakfast." 

Frankie could appreciate that. His stomach was growling. After he and Fay 
had dried off, he followed her back to the bedroom, his prick still 
vigorously upthrust. While he put his dirty clothes back on, having some 
problem with his persistent erection, he watched Fay step into fresh white 
panties and pull them up, snuggling the leg elastics underneath her pouting 
buttocks. When she turned to fetch a blouse and skirt, he admired her plump 
ass in the filmy, thin briefs that spanned it. 

Fay chose to wear no under things except her panties, letting her full, firm 
breasts wobble in her white blouse as she stepped into a floral-printed 
skirt. She slipped her bare feet into sandals. 

"Come to breakfast," she told Frankie, and caught him by the hand. 

They walked to the kitchen together. 

The breakfast was tasty and satisfying. Frankie ate his fill, and even Fay 
found herself hungrier than usual. She had been exercising a great deal 
lately, she reflected with a residual trace of shame, for the principal 
exercise she had been getting was with her driving hips and clasping, twisty 
cunt- and with her mouth, of course, though she had consumed enough 
male-manufactured calories that way, she assumed, to more than make up for 
the exercise expended. 

As she and Frankie were just finishing breakfast, the phone rang. Fay 
answered it. 

"Mrs. Preston?" a raspy voice inquired. 

"Yes." 

"This is the Quickie Bail Bonds in Central City. Your husband just got in 
touch with us, through his lawyer, and we're gonna take your house as 
security for his bail. I just want to make sure you know what's goin' on, in 
case of, uh, any problems later." 

Fay murmured an acknowledgement and hung up. She was surprised by the turn 
of events. She and Joe had discussed putting their house up for his bail and 
had decided against it, because of the exorbitant rates that the 
racketeering agencies in the city charged, and the risk of losing their 
property to the shysters. The local bail companies would have nothing to do 
with the deal, apparently out of consideration for Gantner's feelings. Now 
that Joe had gone to the lengths of dealing with an outfit in the city, he 
had to be desperate, Fay realized. Were Gantner's crooked cops making his 
stay in jail that miserable? 

Fay felt sorry that she hadn't gone ahead right away to talk him into making 
a deal with Gantner, even though it would mean knuckling under to the local 
tyrant. But if she could succeed with her blackmail scheme, she might be 
able to get her husband completely off the hook so he could still expose 
Gantner for what he was. That continued to sound better. 

"Hurry up," she told Frankie. "We've got to go out and buy a camera. And ... 
ooh, yes! I'll have to give Gantner a call." She couldn't work the deal in 
his office, she already had decided, because Frankie and a camera wouldn't 
be allowed in. She would have to talk Gantner into meeting her at her place 
or on neutral ground, such as a motel. She wondered how leery he would be of 
such a rendezvous. 

Frankie was leery, also: "Now, wait a minute!" he said, rising from the 
table. "What's this shit about a camera?" 

"Please don't say shit, Frankie! It sounds so vulgar." 

"I don't give a shit how it sounds," he retorted, being deliberately rude. 
He was feeling the new sense of power he had over the grown woman. "What are 
we gonna do with a camera anyway?" 

"Take some, uuh, interesting pictures," Fay said. "I'll tell you all about 
it when we're ready." 

"I'm ready for something else first," Frankie said, his eyes sparkling. He 
backed Fay against the kitchen table. "That breakfast gave me a lotta 
energy. I need to work it off." 

Fay felt the urgent thrust of his penis through his jeans. 

"No!" she exclaimed. "We don't have time now." 

In addition to her other problems, her husband would be getting out of jail 
within hours, if not sooner. She was eager to be reunited with him, but that 
threatened to interfere with her plans if she didn't get moving. 

Frankie wasn't to be put off. He grasped Fay by the arm, while using his 
other hand to push the dirty dishes on the table aside. She managed to twist 
around, but that proved to be no help, for the horny youth simply pushed her 
across the table face-forward. Her breasts were mashed against the hard 
vinyl as her ass ignominiously waggled above the table's edge. 

Frankie flipped her skirt up and gazed at her beautiful bottom in her white 
silky briefs. He held her down while she writhed helplessly, and her plump 
buttocks vibrated in her panties, the lush mounds partially escaping from 
the leg elastics of her filmy pants. 

"NOOOOOOOOOOOH!" she bawled. "God damn it, Frankie, let ... meeeee ... 
UPPPPP!" 

The youth would have none of that. Fay's panty-clad ass was too enticing, 
and his cock was already too hard to be denied. He ripped his pants open, 
and his rod whipped out to stand quivering behind Fay's bottom. 

He pulled the panties down off her wobbly, rounded rear cheeks, using one 
hand to strip the briefs along her thighs and off her kicking legs while 
continuing to hold her against the table. 

"Pleeeeeeasaaaase!" she implored. "Haven't I been good enough to you?" 

The youth didn't reply. Apparently there was no satisfying a horny punk, she 
decided, and was sorry that she had fooled with him at all. 

He straightened up and pulled her buttocks apart. 

The sight of her crinkly little asshole, while they were showering together, 
had given him a perverted urge. The pleasure he had gained when she had 
sucked his cock had weakened his prudish inhibitions against unusual forms 
of sex, so that he was now willing to experiment with something even more 
daring. Fay's asshole appeared very tempting as he gazed at it right then. 

Guys he had known had talked about the pleasures of "brown eye", and he 
decided to find out what it was like. 

"Hold steady!" he warned Fay as he positioned his stiff prick between her 
buttocks. 

"DOOOOOOOOONT!" she begged. "OOOOOOH, PLEEEEEEEEASE ... NOT THAAAAAAAAT 
WAAYYYYYYY!" 

"Shut up!" Frankie snarled, wiggling his prick in one hand while he held her 
down with the other. The tip of his wicked organ nudged her anal depression. 

She was going to get it up the ass whether she liked it or not, Fay 
realized. Her first experience with sodomy had taught her that resistance 
only increased the pain of the act and she therefore tried to relax her rear 
muscle. But her little anus would only partially follow orders, and it 
remained somewhat tense when Frankie pushed. 

"OOOOOOOOOH!" Fay moaned, her anus burning as the youth's prick forcibly 
spread it. 

She felt, as before, like a red-hot poker were being forced up her rear, and 
this time was worse, in a way, because there was no lubrication on Frankie's 
cock. Grindingly and with fiendish pressure, he opened her asshole to his 
thrust. The head of his cock passed her rubbery ring and lodged in her 
rectum, her elastic sphincter clamping into the groove behind his cockhead. 

"AWWWWWWWWWWWW!" Fay bellowed, in humiliation as well as hurt. 

"God damn, but your ass is tight!" Frankie said. "I gotta grease my cock a 
little." 

He pulled back, and his prick withdrew from Fay's asshole, making a popping 
sound. He unleashed a glob of spittle, which landed on the head of his dick, 
and he spread the lubricant around. 

All Fay could do, while he continued to hold her down with one hand, was to 
wait fearfully for his next prick-sticking plunge. Oh, why, she wondered 
helplessly, had she ever gotten mixed up with such an ungrateful lout? 

He spat some more saliva onto his fingers and worked that spit into Fay's 
anus, lubricating the rosy ring while she moaned from the hurt and shame of 
his digital penetration. That wasn't as bad as what was coming, she 
realized, as he took his hand away. 

He positioned his pecker for another thrust up her rear, and this time was 
even less considerate of her feelings. He twisted and rammed his cock hard, 
re-opening her asshole quickly and entering it with his slippery cockhead. 
He continued pushing, driving inch after inch of his horny shaft up her ass 
while she moaned and gurgled helplessly. 

Finally she had his entire rod shoved up her rear channel, and she felt 
every hard asshole-stretching inch! She panted as she lay against the table. 

"Ooooh ... nooooooooh ... pleeeeeease!" she mewed. But it was useless to 
beg, she well knew. Frankie was going to finish with her in the unnatural 
way, and there was nothing she could do to stop it. 

The lad commenced stroking his iron-hard dick in and out through the 
clasping ring of her anus, and the burning hurt that she had experienced the 
first time was punishingly re-lived. There was, however, a difference: 
During her first experience with sodomy, she had been slow to feel a 
sensuous response, but this time her ass reported immediate pleasure, 
mingled with the pain. 

Fay was ashamed of herself for feeling anything but repugnance. However, her 
penetrated little asshole clasped suckingly around Frankie's gliding rod, 
contracting in spastic ripples as he stroked in and out. 

"Oooooooooh ... uuuuuuuuh ... wowwwwwwww ... ooooh, bay-beeeeeeeee!" Fay 
panted as she got her asshole fucked. 

Frankie's head became light right away, from the extremely voluptuous 
pressure of her tight anus around his prick. He stroked more rapidly between 
her jiggly upturned buttocks. 

"UUUUUH ... OOOOOOH ... STICK IT INNNNNNNNNN!" she gasped shamefully. "FUCK 
MY ASS HAAAAARD!" 

Her cock-loving asshole grabbed the youth's driving dick, squeezing it like 
a rubber-sheathed fist. He fucked her ass faster and faster, until she was 
bobbing up and down on the edge of the table, her buttocks bouncing wildly. 

Frankie's eyes rolled back in their sockets, which was why he didn't see the 
slender, dark-haired man who appeared in the kitchen doorway. Fay didn't see 
him, either. Her cheek was pressed against the table and her eyes were 
closed as she thrilled to Frankie's brutal ass fucking. "You son of a 
bitch!" the man rasped. "Get your goddamned cock out of my wife!" 

Frankie stared and stopped stroking. But he had gone too far to hold back 
the orgasmic surge which seized his balls. The threat which the man 
presented only sharpened his climax as he erupted, his squeezed dick 
twitching in Fay's asshole. 

"Joe ...!" she bleated. Then she came, also, thrilling to the humiliating 
ass-fuck while her husband watched in jealous rage. 

He didn't hesitate more than a few seconds, but lunged forward and grasped 
Frankie, jerking him about. His prick pulled suckingly from Fay's anus and 
whipped in the air, spurting its next liquid shot over her back ... and onto 
the table, as well. 

"Ooooooooooh!" she moaned shudderingly, her ass shaking as she kept coming, 
even though the boy's dick was no longer inside her. 

Joe's balled fist crashed against the long-haired punk's chin and sent him 
stumbling backward. The refrigerator stopped him, and before the skinny 
youth could get out his switchblade, Joe followed up with a jab to the 
middle and another smash to the face. 

Frankie's legs crumbled, and he sank to the floor, unconscious. Joe turned 
to his wife, who had stood up, her skirt concealing her hips and thighs. Her 
white panties lay on the floor. 

"Okay!" Joe said bitterly. "You'd better start talking!" 

 CHAPTER TWELVE 

Fay rushed to her husband and said, "Darling! That punk broke in here last 
night and raped me! He ..." 

Joe slapped her across the face, and she clutched her burning cheek. All she 
could do was stare at him. He no longer seemed like the man she loved. 

"I heard what happened last night at the Happy Times," he said. "That's why 
I had to get out of jail. I put our house up for the bond." 

"Y-yes," Fay murmured, her eyes wide. "The outfit called to tell me." 

"Well, what about the Happy Times? Did all those guys rape you, too?" Her 
husband's tone was bitter with sarcasm. 

She fidgeted, her cheeks coloring. She couldn't look directly at Joe. "They 
did rape me, in a way. Oooh, darling, I don't know! I had to take the job 
there-I was out of money, and it was the only thing I could do. And I had to 
play along with this kid, because I want him to help me do something." 

"Something besides what he just did?" Joe snapped back. "How's it feel to 
have a dick up your ass? Do you enjoy it ... slut?" 

Fay recoiled as if she had been slapped again. "Everything I've done has 
been for you and us!" she said, on the verge of tears. 

"Thanks a lot!" he replied bitterly. "But you won't have to do anything 
more. I've got a guy who's getting me a good lawyer. I'm going to beat those 
charges. That Gantner! The son of a bitch was crazy to come up with evidence 
against me while I've got a club over his head. I had no idea he'd do it. 
But I'll beat him yet-then I'll have the money and be scot-free, too!" 

"The m-money?" Fay asked numbly. 

"Sure. And it's stashed in a safe place, believe me. My only mistake was in 
leaving that goddamned money box here where the sheriffs boys could find it. 
But I never figured Gantner would press charges." 

"You mean you ... really robbed his safe?" Fay asked, astounded. "I thought 
Gantner had planted the box here." 

"Sure, I robbed him," Joe said. "I didn't tell you, because I thought it was 
better that way. I intended to quit my job after Gantner calmed down, then 
we were going to leave town. That was soon enough for you to find out, I 
thought." 

"Joe! How could you do such a thing? Do you realize what you've put me 
through?" 

"Well, that's gratitude for you!" he said. "We were going to be rich. You 
would have had everything you wanted! I'll still be rich, baby, after I win 
my freedom. But we won't be together! What the hell do I want with a 
cheating slut?" 

Fay stood and stared at him, taking in his shocking words without knowing 
what to say. 

"The main reason I got out was to find out whether what I'd heard about you 
was true," he went on. "I wasn't sure I could believe the deputies at the 
jail, who were laughing about it. They'd been tormenting me ever since I was 
arrested. But seeing you with that punk just now-seeing how you loved 
getting your ass fucked-convinced me it's all true. And, baby, I don't want 
you anymore!" 

He turned to leave. 

Fay could have begged him to stay. She could have sworn she would never 
misbehave again and pleaded for his forgiveness. 

But, in her shock and hurt, she merely stood and stared as he strode from 
the house. 

She glanced down at Frankie, who was beginning to stir. The youth's eyelids 
fluttered. 

"Is he ... gone?" the boy asked, sitting up and gazing glassily about. 

"Yes!" Fay snatched a butcher knife from a drawer. "And you're going to be 
gone in one minute, unless you want your dick chopped off!" 

He scrambled to his feet and stuffed his slack penis into his fly. 
Wide-eyed, he zipped his pants up. "D-don't use that thing!" he begged. 

"Just get out!" Fay demanded, her eyes flashing. 

Frankie edged past her and ran. She heard the front door of the house open 
and close. 

Only then did she break down and cry. Her tears flowed in a torrent. 

A long, soothing bath, and time to think, restored Fay's equilibrium. She 
wouldn't have wanted to live off stolen, or extorted, money even if Joe were 
willing to share it with her, she decided. 

Everyone, including Joe, had lied to her and used her. That probably 
included Al, as well. What he wanted was to destroy Gantner, and he wanted 
her to do that for him. 

Well, she was through doing other people's bidding, she vowed. But that 
didn't mean she would let Gantner get off scot free. He had something coming 
for the way he had tried to frame her. 

The frame would no longer work, because she didn't care how many filthy 
pictures of her were scattered around town. She didn't intend to remain long 
enough for it to matter. Still, she would have to pay Gantner back! She 
couldn't live with herself if she didn't do that. 

It would no longer be necessary to use a camera, she decided, because 
blackmail didn't have to be involved. A single act of revenge would suffice. 
But it would have to be good, so that Gantner would be shattered. 

As soon as she was dressed, she looked up his home number and dialed it. 

"Mrs. Gantner," she said when his wife came onto the line, "you don't know 
me, but I have something to tell you that I believe you ought to know. Your 
husband has a date with a woman in a few minutes in his office, and you 
should be interested to see what happens there." 

"Whaaaaat?" the stuffy, middle-aged woman responded. "Who is this?" 

"I can't tell you. But believe me, Mrs. Gantner, I know what I'm talking 
about. And if you want to get the goods on your husband you'd better go to 
his office in about half an hour. Just walk right in, even if someone tries 
to stop you. I must hang up now. Remember ... walk right in!" 

Fay replaced the receiver, smiling to herself. 

She banked on curiosity, if nothing else, to get Mrs. Gantner down to her 
husband's office. The old girl wasn't apt to phone first, and any effort by 
a underling to keep her from entering the office would only whet her 
suspicions, Fay judged. 

Fay hurriedly left the house, so as to beat Mrs. Gantner to her husband's 
place of business and get the scene well set by the time the frumpish woman 
arrived. 

If it turned out that Gantner wasn't susceptible to Fay's charms, the scheme 
would fail, she well knew. But she recalled how he looked at her when she 
had visited him before, and she had hopes. He might be old, but his fire 
wasn't out, she suspected. She wanted to think that she had what it would 
take to kindle that fire into an inferno. 

At his office, Fay announced herself to his secretary, then sat down and 
crossed her legs. She didn't have long to wait. When she was passed into the 
office, Gantner rose from behind his desk and smiled. 

"I'm happy there are no hard feelings between us, Mrs. Preston," he said. 
"At least, I hope your visit is evidence of that. I hope also that you've 
had an opportunity for a private talk with your husband now that he's out on 
bail." 

The word had reached Gantner quickly, which was no surprise to Fay. 

"I've talked with him," she said. "But that isn't why I'm here. What 
happened when I was here the last time has been bothering me. Not because 
you have those dirty pictures, but ... well, I was disappointed in the way 
it turned out." 

"I'm afraid I don't follow," Gantner said, his old but interested eyes 
moving over her-from thrusting breasts to nipped-in waist, to the womanly 
roundures of her hips. 

"If I must be embarrassingly outspoken," she said, "I had hoped I could have 
sex with you when I came to see you the last time ... but you palmed me off 
on that big bruiser from your plant. So I thought I would try again to get 
to know you, uh, more personally." 

Gantner seemed flattered, but a bit suspicious. 

"Mrs. Preston, I'm at least twice your age," he pointed out. 

"Does that bother you?" she asked, boldly circling his desk. "I can assure 
you that it doesn't bother me. In fact, I like it. Older men have always 
been more fascinating to me somehow." 

She sat on the edge of the desk, almost directly in front of Gantner, and 
crossed her nylon-sheathed legs. Her skirt glided up, and he glimpsed bare 
flesh above the top of her nylons. 

He cleared his throat. "Well, uuuh ..." 

"Touch me," she breathed shamelessly. "Caress me." 

Gantner's pudgy hands lifted to her clothed thighs which he stroked, feeling 
her garter clasps through her thin skirt. Slowly he pushed her skirt up, 
exposing more and more bare flesh over her stocking tops. 

He bent his gray head and kissed one of her thighs. 

Fay moved quickly, hooking her legs over his shoulders. She wasn't wearing 
panties, and he found himself gazing at the delicate beauty of her pink 
cunt, lined by fleecy blonde hairs. 

Her hands fluttered around the back of his head, urging him to bend deeper 
into the sweet-scented vale of her thighs. He did so. She cooed as he began 
to kiss her pussy. 

She knotted her legs around the back of his head and pulled herself farther 
forward, so that only the bulges of her buttocks were perched on his desk. 
She ground her hips sensuously, rubbing her warm, moist pussy all over his 
mouth and nose. His tongue plowed into the succulent feast, and he slurped 
noisily. 

Fay didn't let him continue that for long, because it wasn't what she wanted 
his wife to see. After gently dislodging his head from between her thighs, 
she smiled and slid to her feet. 

"I want to kiss you the way you kissed me," she said. 

"Oooh yes ... please!" he said, his eyes a bit glassy. "Kneel down." 

"There isn't enough room behind your desk," Fay said. "Let's step around in 
front of it." 

Gantner followed her, his trousers showing only a slight protrusion at his 
loins. That was nothing compared to the protrusion of his belly. 

Fay knelt and unzipped his custom-tailored pants. She reached into his fly 
and brought out a fat but still-supple cock which was complete with a 
brownish, rubbery foreskin. She glided the foreskin back and ducked beneath 
his belly to lick his purplish glans. 

"Aaahhhhh!" he breathed pleasurably, and his penis gradually fattened more 
as Fay's delightful tongue circled and stroked it. 

She gilded her lips fully over his mushroom-shaped knob and sucked. 

"My dear!" he said heatedly, and stroked her blonde head. 

His cock took some time to stiffen up, but finally he had achieved a 
formidable erection. Fay became concerned, as she pumped her O-shaped lips 
up and down on his organ, that his wife might not have taken the bait. Why 
hadn't she arrived yet? 

It would be a bitter irony, Fay decided, if the old woman didn't show up. 
Gantner would have gotten a blow job for nothing, from someone who hated him 
intensely. 

Fay took her time, twisting her mouth on his prick and champing at it. She 
stroked several times, let his cock escape, and licked up and down the wet, 
steamy hard-on before taking it into her mouth again. She let her lips and 
tongue glidingly caress him. 

"You do that very well!" he said huskily, continuing to paw at her coiffure. 
"My dear, you should come to work for me! I'm sure you would be much more 
satisfactory than that thieving husband of yours." 

Fay kept pumping her mouth on his prick. She could tell that time was 
getting short by the way he was panting, as his horny old cock twitched in 
her mouth. 

Just as she became afraid that her scheme was indeed a failure, she heard 
angry female voices through Gantner's door. The door burst open. Fay rolled 
her eyes to see a prim, heavy set woman standing in the doorway, staring 
with the most shocked expression Fay had ever witnessed. 

"Abigail!" Gantner cried. "Ooh, my God!" 

His wife let out a shriek. 

Fay jerked her mouth off his cock. But the excitement of his wife's sudden 
appearance was too much for him. As he stared stupidly from her to the 
kneeling blonde before him, his cock spurted, and a glob of thick semen 
struck Fay in the face. She gasped. As she desperately tried to wipe away 
the goo, another blast splattered over her closed eyelids, her nose and 
lips. 

She didn't care. The look on his wife's face had been worth it. 

As Fay wiped her eyes and looked again, she saw other persons from Gantner's 
outer office crowding around Abigail. One was holding her up, because she 
evidently had fainted. All were staring at Gantner and Fay. 

The word of what had happened would be all over town! And Gantner's marriage 
had been wrecked. He indeed was ruined. 

Fay got up and hurried from the room, bits of his semen still soiling her 
cheeks and clinging to her hair as she struggled through the crowd around 
his door. She felt embarrassed ... but vindicated. And this was the last 
shocking act she would have to perform, she hoped. 

She went home and immediately began packing. 

She didn't know where she would go or what she would do, but she knew she 
must get out of town. As soon as her bags were packed, she carried them 
downstairs, then stopped. 

Al! she thought. I've got to call him. 

Her purpose wasn't to tell him good-bye, because she had already done that 
the night before. But she felt he was entitled to know the truth about Joe, 
so he wouldn't hire a lawyer for a man who didn't deserve his help. 

She dialed Al's number with a trembling hand and, when he came onto the 
line, she felt a pang deep inside. She told him she was leaving town, then 
reported Joe's confession of guilt. 

Al didn't seem as interested in that as he was in her. 

"Where are you going?" he asked anxiously. "How are you going to support 
yourself?" 

"I don't know," she replied, "but I suppose I'll find a way, even if I have 
to work at a place like Nick's. Oh, and incidentally ... I took care of 
Gantner for both of us. He won't be so high and mighty from now on." 

"Fay! Don't leave. I'm coming right over." 

"No, Al. Thank you for everything, but I can't stay here in town, and this 
is where you want to be." 

"Not without you," he replied. "And since you and Joe have broken up, the 
way is clear for us, isn't it? I love you, Fay. I want you to be my wife." 

His warm declarations surprised and thrilled her. 

Is there a chance for us? she wondered. She decided that she owed it to 
herself to find out. 

* * * 

The question wasn't finally answered until months later, when Joe had gone 
to prison and Gantner was facing a prosecution based on the convicted man's 
charges, made public in a burst of bitter vengeance. Joe had furnished more 
than enough evidence to give the internal revenue investigators a field day. 

Fay had won an uncontested divorce. She and Al were on a Las Vegas 
honeymoon. 

In their luxurious suite, after an evening of gambling and glamorous shows, 
she settled down to prove to him how much she loved him and how keenly she 
looked forward to being Mrs. Al Forster for the rest of her life. 

She sucked his long, thickly throbbing cock while he stroked her hair and 
murmured sweet things to her. Then he didn't talk any longer, but twisted 
around and sank his head between her lovely thighs. He tongued her 
tantalizing pussy while she pumped her clasping lips on his prick. She took 
his cockhead all the way into her throat, which no girl had ever done so 
thrillingly before. His tongue reamed her hot little cunt-mouth and 
fluttered against her tingling clit. He caught the fleshy passion-pearl 
between his lips and sucked on it. 

"Ooooh, Al ... FUCK MEEEEE!" she cried, as she jerked her mouth off his 
prick. "Please get on me, and stick your cock innnnnn!" 

She positioned herself with her pretty ass in the air, and he knelt behind 
her. She still wore her garter belt and sheer nylons. 

Al's ready prick parted the petals of her pussy and sank slowly into her 
until she possessed it to its full, throbbing length. He began to stroke up 
and down in her warmly clasping cunt, his wide cockhead sending ripples 
along her passage. She could feel the throbbing veins on his prick, as well. 

Each thrust of his wondrous rod into her pussy gave her a new intense 
thrill, which built deliciously on the last. She quivered near the brink of 
orgasm. 

"Ooooh, daaar-ling!" she cried. "Stick your cock in my ass, please!" 

"What?" Al responded excitedly. "You really want that?" 

"Oooooh, yesssssss!" she hissed. "Fuck my hot asshole!" 

Al was quick to comply, transferring his throbbing erection from her snug 
pussy to her even snugger and warmly encompassing anus. He entered easily, 
despite the smallness of her rear aperture, because her muscles hadn't 
offered resistance. She had transferred the lesson of her throat to her 
anus: When a woman really wanted to receive a man's prick, she would accept 
it eagerly-in the cunt, in the throat, or up her hot, throbbing ass. 

Al fucked her thrilling asshole to a frenzied climax as her bottom bobbed, 
her buttocks shaking wildly around his deep-spearing cock. He came, gushing 
into her bowels, and she climaxed with perfect satisfaction. 

"Oooh, darling, I love you so!" she said as he lay atop her back, warmly 
squeezing her tits. 

"And I love you, precious!" he replied. 

Fay knew that he meant it. She would no longer have to resist the wonderful 
sense of completion that he gave her. 


End
