The Three-Way Lover
by Pat Shannon 


CHAPTER ONE 

Junie planted the soles of both feet solidly on the mattress and lifted up 
her ass to receive the full benefit of Derek's fiercely thrusting cock into 
her cunt. 

"Oh!" she cried. "Oh, darling! Give it to me! Fuck me! It feels so good. 
There! Yes, right there! Oh, my God, it's marvelous! Keep fucking me, 
darling! Don't stop! Fuck me forever!" 

She began thrusting up her ass in rhythm to the probing jabs of his 
ramrod-hard prick. It was their first fuck together, and both were trying to 
make the most of it. A first fuck-a hot cunt, a stiff cock-is always 
exciting, always deliriously sweet. 

Derek was having a hard time holding back. He was ready to come, ready to 
squirt his load of jizum up into that beautiful hot twat beneath. Already 
his loaded hot balls were banging up against her sweet ass. 

He drove his cock into the depths of Junie's steaming cunt and held the head 
pressed against her womb. He clenched his teeth, fighting mightily to 
restrain himself. 

Junie moaned and writhed beneath the weight of his body. "Wait!" she begged. 
"I'll be with you in a moment. I can feel it starting." 

She had already spasmed three times and was now working for her big climax. 
She knew it was going to be tremendous when it finally happened. She had 
never experienced anything like this. Never. 

She reached up and encircled Derek's head with her hand, forcing his mouth 
down onto her parted lips. 

"Kiss me!" she breathed. "Stick your tongue way inside my mouth." 

Derek did as ordered. His mouth crushed hers. His tongue engaged her eager 
and waiting tongue. Their mouths moved in unison, their moans and groans of 
pleasure intermingling. 

Derek forced a hand between their bodies and fondled one of her luscious 
tits. He pulled his mouth away from hers and squirmed around so that he 
could suck one of the hard brown nipples. He lapped at the beauteous mound 
of flesh, then began working on the nipple again. Junie's body suddenly 
stiffened. 

"Start fucking me again," she begged. "I'm getting it! I'm coming! Oh, God, 
it's terrific! Oh, my darling! Oh, my sweet wonderful man! Give it to me! 
Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!" 

Derek lifted himself up slightly and began driving his throbbing cock home 
with short, quick jabs. All restraint, all control was gone. He worked with 
a feverish excitement with only one object in mind: To dump his load, fully 
and completely. Their sweating bodies slithered together. They fucked in 
perfect unison. 

A tingling had begun throughout Junie's body, all of it gravitating toward 
her hot loins. She stiffened even more, moaned even louder. It was 
beginning; it was culminating. She was on fire. Forks of lightning streaked 
through her. Her cunt juices were running freely. Already she could feel 
Derek's jizum begin to squirt. 

"More!" she cried. "Oh, more, more! I love it! I'm in heaven! It's the most 
glorious feeling I've ever known. Ram that big beautiful cock of yours as 
far in as it will go." 

Derek was grunting. He was fucking for all of his worth. Squirt after squirt 
of semen followed the first. He thought it would never stop. He didn't want 
it to stop. 

"Take it," he growled. "You asked for it, now take every drop." 

"Oh, yes!" she squealed. "Oh, yes, yes, yes!" 

Junie had exploded inside. Fire raced through her. She had reached her peak. 
She soared away on a cloud of glorious sensation and came back again, 
fighting to hold the peak. She kept coming and coming and coming. She was 
all cunt, nothing but cunt, glorying in the best fuck she'd ever had. 

Derek shot his final burst of jizum. He rammed his cock in up to the hilt 
and held it there. Breathing heavily, he lay full length on her body, 
savoring the last sweet dregs of his own wonderful come. 

Junie's writhing body at last subsided. Her stiffened legs became limp and 
fell to her sides. Whimpering, she still clung to the man lying on top of 
her, reluctant to have him withdraw his weakening prick. Her cunt juices, 
mingling with his semen, oozed its way out from the lower edge of her twat. 

"Was it good, Junie?" he whispered. 

"It was wonderful!" 

"Did you really like having me fuck you?" 

"I loved it." 

"Say it" 

"I loved having you fuck me, Derek." He smiled and kissed her. "Shall I pull 
out now?" 

"In a minute." 

She lay inert, liking the pressure of his body on hers. He kissed her again, 
flicking the tip of his tongue along her lips. She gave a little shudder. 

"I like that. Kiss me again, then pull out and get off." 

He worked his lips over hers, thrusting his tongue deep into her mouth. He 
rolled his hips and she clasped both cheeks of his ass and pulled him down 
hard. 

But it was over. At least for the time being. She pulled her face away at 
last, and her hands went limp on the cheeks of his ass. 

"Roll off," she said. "Lie beside me." 

He did so, pulling his prick from her pussy slowly, liking the faint sucking 
sound it made when it came clear of her vulva. 

He lay beside her and took her into his arms. She snuggled close and took 
his limp cock in her tiny fist. 

He looked down into her eyes, smiling tenderly. 

"Junie, I've never enjoyed a piece of ass more." 

She smiled and kissed him. "And it's only just begun." 

For a moment he was silent, staring at her questioningly. 

"I want to suck your cock," she whispered. 

* * * 

An hour ago this girl had walked into Derek's office and announced that her 
name was Junie Kellerman, a nude dancer. She had come in response to his 
request for a subject to be interviewed. 

He had regarded her in mild astonishment, trying hard not to reveal his true 
feelings. He didn't know exactly what he had expected, but Junie Kellerman 
wasn't it. She was pretty and wholesome looking. Her blonde hair fell to her 
shoulders. Her eyes were blue, clear and honest-looking. She had a beautiful 
figure, perfectly proportioned. Her voice was soft and she was articulate. 

Derek was a free-lance writer, working for the most part on assignments from 
newspapers and periodicals. When Tom Slater of the Journal had called and 
told him what he wanted, Derek had hesitated. 

"Hell, Tom, I don't know anything about nude dancers. I've never seen one 
perform." 

"Well, hell, Derek, you'd better get with it That's your job, isn't it? Or 
do we assign you to the run of the mill crap that you've been turning in? 
Nude dancing is hot. No pun intended." Tom hesitated and Derek could picture 
the malicious grin on his face. "The job pays five hundred bucks. Do you 
want it, or shall I call Loyd Tanner?" 

"You bastard, Tom." Lloyd Tanner was Derek's keenest competition. He wasn't 
as good a writer, but he'd turn out anything for a buck. It wasn't the first 
time that Tom had used his name as a sort of blackmail. "When do I have to 
get the copy in?" 

"Take all the time you want, so long as you meet next Sunday's deadline." 

There was a bistro up the street called the Black Bottom. It advertised nude 
dancing, topless waitresses, cheap beer, and pornographic movies. Derek 
entered the place with some misgivings. He wasn't sure that this was his bag 
but, after all, he was a writer and he'd been given an assignment. 

The place was dimly lighted except for a platform that had been erected on 
the left side of the room. A bright spotlight followed the antics of a girl 
who, except for the shoes she wore, was completely naked. Long, dark hair 
framed a pixie-like face. Her pubic hair was even darker, forming a perfect 
triangle, the apex of which disappeared between her legs. 

Presumably, the girl was dancing to the screeching of loud rock music that 
blared from a juke box. Dancing? At the moment the girl had come to a pause 
in front of a middle-aged man who sat at the very edge of the platform, 
staring up in glassy-eyed appreciation. 

Slowly, the girl squatted, spread her knees wide and began thrusting her 
pussy toward the customer in short, quick jerks, more or less in time to the 
music. The man leaned forward and licked his lips. 

The dancer smiled, stood erect and held her body sideways. Slowly, her hand 
moved toward her crotch. She entwined her fingers in the dark pubic hair and 
looked at her victim from beneath partly lowered lids. The man nodded 
eagerly. The girl threw back her head, gave a short laugh, and danced away, 
crossing one forefinger over that of the other in the familiar gesture of 
"shame, shame." 

There was male laughter from the depths of the huge cavernous room. Derek 
looked around. Directly in front of him was a long bar. Behind it, two 
pretty bar maids, clad only in brief panties, their tits fully exposed, were 
serving beer to a dozen or more men who occupied the stools. 

Derek started forward, and stopped. His eye had caught the flickering lights 
on a movie screen to the right of the bar. He moved closer. Three nude girls 
and a nude man were performing. The man was lying in a half-reclining 
position on a mattress. He had a hard-on that wouldn't quit. One of the 
girls, a blonde, was sucking his cock as though there were no tomorrow. One 
of the other girls, a redhead, was lying in such a position that she could 
fondle the man's balls, while he played with her twat. With his other hand, 
the man was fingering the second girl's pussy while she worked his mouth 
over with her own. Muffled moans and groans of delight and satisfaction came 
from all four. 

Derek wrenched his eyes away and swung up onto one of the stools at the bar. 
A big-titted bar maid approached, took one look at his wide eyes and 
grinned. "First time?" 

Derek nodded dumbly. 

"Kind of interesting at first, but you'll get used to it. We all do. Beer?" 

Again Derek nodded. 

The bar maid uncorked a bottle and began to pour. "Stick around," she said. 
"There's a fucking scene in the next picture that's a dilly." 

Derek stuck around. He watched the fucking scene. Two moderately hung guys 
were attempting to screw a girl at the same time. The girl was willing, 
obviously eager. She spread her legs wide, took hold of one cock and shoved 
it up her cunt. Then she seized the second prick, maneuvered her ass around 
and succeeded in getting number two in beside number one. She breathed a 
great sigh of ecstasy and ordered them to start fucking. They obeyed. 

Once one of the cocks slipped out. Derek wasn't sure whether it was number 
one or number two: But the girl was ready for such an emergency. She seized 
the long, dripping jock with both hands and forced it into its fucking 
position. 

It seemed to Derek that all three came at the same time. There was a great 
thrashing of bodies. Much groaning and cursing. Asses and legs were flying 
all over the place. Then great gobs of jizum were pouring into and out of 
the girl's cunt. 

"More!" she yelled. "Give it to me, you bastards! I can handle all you've 
got. If I'm going to be double fucked, I want to know I'm being double 
fucked! Shove your finger up my ass, Joe." 

Joe obliged. He drove his forefinger hard into her asshole savagely, pulling 
it partway out and shoving it in again. 

The girl grunted in satisfaction. "That's good! That's great!" She suddenly 
moaned and began to grow limp. "All right. That's it. I've had it. You've 
both shot your loads. Now get lost." 

Derek remained long enough to watch another nude dancer perform. This one 
was a blonde. She seemed proud of the way she could toss her monkey around. 
Time and time again she came squirming up to a man until his face was within 
inches of her throbbing pussy. She remained there, tossing her twat at his 
face until he reached for her. Then, laughing, she danced away. 

A half hour later Derek went back to his office and jerked himself off. He 
couldn't even wait long enough to call a girl he knew who would be eager and 
willing to handle the job for him. 

* * * 

Derek had thought it would be easy to get one of the nude dancers to come to 
his office for an interview, but it wasn't. He phoned the managers of four 
nudie bars and was told by them all that they weren't pimps and they weren't 
running whorehouses. Theirs were legitimate business, operating within the 
law. 

The manager of the fifth nudie joint he called was a woman. This time he 
tried to be more discreet. He explained who he was and what he wanted. 

"The name's Wilson. Derek Wilson. I'm a writer. You'll find my name and 
address in the book. The Journal has assigned me to do a piece on the nude 
dancers. So far I haven't been able to talk to one. The managers of the 
places where they work seem to think I have ulterior motives. Will you help 
me?" 

"Hold on a minute," the lady manager said. She left the phone, but was back 
in a minute. "Here's a phone number to call." She gave it to me. "Ask for 
Aaron Hendrick. He owns the biggest agency in town handling nude dancers. 
Tell him your story. He might help." 

Derek thanked her and hung up. He dialed the number the lady manager had 
given him. A girl answered and he asked to speak to Aaron Hendrick. He came 
on the phone immediately. 

Derek told his story in detail, and Hendrick said, "I get about fifty calls 
like this a week. Usually a guy gets a hard-on for a girl he's watched 
dance, and wants to lay her. I'm not in that business." 

"I'm well aware of that. Believe me, I want only to talk to one or two of 
the girls." 

"Suppose I come out there and meet you face to face? I can't afford to take 
any chances." 

"I'd appreciate it if you did come out. You can probably answer a lot of my 
questions." 

Aaron Hendrick arrived the next morning at the appointed hour. He was a 
tall, good-looking guy, powerfully built, articulate. During the course of 
conversation Derek learned that he was a college graduate with a degree in 
engineering, and had seventy girls signed up at his agency. 

Impulsively Derek said, "But if you're an engineer, why-" 

"The dough," Aaron interrupted. "My girls are paid eight dollars an hour. I 
get two and give them six. Seventy girls working eight hours a day seven 
days a week. Figure it out." 

Derek did some quick mental arithmetic. The profit to the agent was 
staggering. 

Aaron went on, "I spend most of my time visiting the clubs where the girls 
dance. Occasionally it's necessary to knock a few heads together." 

"Oh?" 

"Sometimes a drunk will get ideas and make a pass at one of the girls." 
Aaron grinned. "I played football in college. Later I dabbled in boxing." 

"I see. The girls feel pretty safe when you're around." 

"That's it." 

"Tell me, how much on the average do the dancers make a week?" 

"Between two hundred and fifty and five hundred, depending on the tips." 

There were a lot more questions that Derek wanted to ask, but he refrained, 
pending the outcome of the interview. He noticed that Aaron had pretty much 
sized up the contents of his office: Typewriter, copying machine, files, 
stacked manuscripts, reference books all the other accoutrements of a writer 
who depended upon his craft to make a living. 

Derek said, "I'd like to talk to one or two of the girls, if you can arrange 
it." 

"Sure." Aaron stood up. "They'd get a bang out of it. So would I. The 
Journal's not a bad rag. They'll give us a break." 

Derek wasn't sure what the guy meant, but he didn't intend to ask. 

Aaron went on, "I'll have Junie call you. She's a cute little trick. Then 
I'll have Bonnie drop by. She's been a dancer longer than any of them and 
knows all the tricks." He paused. "Maybe after you've talked to them you'd 
like to accompany me on my nightly rounds and meet some of the other girls." 

"I would," Derek said. "Definitely." He rose. "I appreciate this, Aaron. 
There's one thing. I don't want to embarrass any of the girls." 

Aaron laughed. "You can't embarrass those girls. They might embarrass you, 
but you'll never embarrass them." He crossed to the door, and turned. 
"Derek, my boy, I can see you're a pretty naive sort of guy. I'm going to 
introduce you to a whole new world. You might think you've been around and 
know the world, but you don't. You'll see." 

* * * 

Derek looked at the petite little blonde sitting across from his desk. She 
was wearing a mini skirt and had crossed her legs so that practically 
everything was revealed up to her crotch. Her tits protruded firmly and were 
loose. She wasn't wearing a bra. 

"She's a sexy-looking thing," he thought. "Those wide green, 
innocent-looking eyes are deceiving." 

"Tell me, Junie," he began. "Are you married?" 

"Yes," she answered softly, "I've been married for four years." 

"What does your husband do?" 

"He's a mechanic." 

"Do you have any children?" 

"One two-year-old boy." 

Derek cleared his throat. "I'm going to ask you some rather intimate 
questions. If you don't want to answer just say 'no comment.'" 

Junie remained silent. She was staring at him with faintly amused look. He 
had the same annoyed feeling that he'd experienced when Aaron had told him 
he was a pretty naive sort of guy. 

"How does your husband feel about you being a nude dancer, Junie?" 

A fleeting smile crossed her lips. "At first he'd come down and watch me. 
I'd dance for him in particular. Then we'd go home and have a ball. After 
awhile he stopped coming and I found out he was fucking everything he could 
get his hands on. So I decided that what was fair for him was fair for me. I 
began doing a little outside fucking myself. The only difference was, I told 
Will about it." 

Derek licked his lips. He tried not to show the shock that he felt. 

"So what happened?" 

"He left me. Walked out. But he was back in a week. We talked the thing over 
and made a pact." 

"A pact?" 

"We agreed that if either of us wanted to indulge in some outside screwing, 
we'd do so. When it happened, we'd tell the other about it. We also agreed 
never to fuck the same person twice. That way, neither would get emotionally 
involved." 

"So how did it work out?" 

"Beautifully. Since we made the pact, we've both enjoyed our sex together a 
hundred times more." She smiled. "It's the answer to a perfectly happy 
marriage." 

"It is?" 

"Of course. There isn't a married couple in the world who, after a couple of 
years of living together, don't begin looking for some outside nooky. Will 
and I merely recognized and acknowledged that fact. We love each other more 
than when we were first married." 

Derek had a few answers to that statement such as even though her logic were 
accurate, controlling the impulse to screw outside of the home hearth meant 
the difference between a civilized and barbaric society. Instead of 
propounding the theory, however, he changed the subject. 

"How does a girl go about getting a job as a nude dancer?" 

"At first it's a matter of standing nude in front of a full-length mirror 
and doing what comes naturally. I also talked to other dancers and watched 
them perform." 

"Then what?" 

"Then, when I felt that I was ready, I called a couple of clubs and asked 
the managers if I could audition for them. This, of course, was before I 
signed with the agency." 

"And what did the audition consist of?" 

"Stripping down before the man who was doing the hiring and dancing for 
him." 

"In the privacy of his office, I suppose." 

"Of course." 

Derek licked his lips. "Did the man who was doing the hiring ever suggest 
that you go to bed with him?" 

Junie looked at him in faint surprise. "That's an accepted part of the 
audition." She shrugged. "No problem. My clothes were off, anyhow. And a 
girl's job might depend upon whether or not she could give the boss a good 
fucking." 

"And I suppose you were-are-available whenever the boss feels he needs some 
sex." 

"Of course. But it isn't as bad as you might think. First, the boss has any 
number of girls to choose from. You find yourself awaiting your turn. 
Second, if a girl gets tired of being fucked by the same man, she can move 
on to another club. It's like sharing the same variety that Will and I have 
together." 

Two things began happening to Derek. First, he began experiencing a 
wrenching, tearing sensation in his guts. It annoyed the hell out of him 
because he couldn't understand it. Second, he suddenly realized that he had 
an enormous hard-on. That, he could understand. 

Junie was saying, "Don't you want to know what I think about when I'm 
dancing?" 

"Tell me." 

"Well, it depends upon how horny I feel when I reach the club. If I'm sort 
of indifferent, I think about balling with a man I truly, truly love." 

"Balling?" 

"Fucking. By thinking like that I can really get myself in the proper mood. 
The trick is, of course, to dance for one customer at a time and make him 
feel that it's personal." She laughed gleefully. "You should see the 
expressions on their faces when I shove my pussy up into their faces. Then 
the movement of the hands count too." 

"Do any of the customers ever proposition you?" 

"The night that I'm not propositioned at least a half dozen times, I 
consider the evening a failure." 

"And what are the results?" 

Again Junie shrugged. "It depends on whether or not I like the guy's look, 
how horny I feel and whether I'm reasonably certain that my husband is out 
banging some other broad." 

Gradually it began occurring to Derek that he was entering the new world of 
which Aaron Hendrick had spoken. It was a world of sex, sex as he had never 
before known it in spite of wide and various experiences. This girl, this 
Junie, was talking to him in as casual and conversational a tone as he, 
Derek, might discuss a new best seller with a contemporary. Sex was her 
business, her profession. She accepted it as any other professional or 
business person would accept his or hers. Your ordinary girl might use a 
four-letter word for its shock value. For Junie it was merely the language 
of her trade. 

Derek's hard-on had begun to throb. Surreptitiously, beneath the edge of his 
desk, he pressed his hand hard against the stiff rod and found some relief. 

Junie suddenly leaned forward, her eyes bright. 

"Would you like to have me take my clothes off and dance for you? You may 
take some pictures if you like." 

Derek's heart began to pound. A fine film of perspiration had formed on his 
forehead. His throbbing prick began playing a steady tattoo inside his 
pants. He had never been more thoroughly aroused. 

"Yes," he said hoarsely. "I should have some pictures." 

He rose and Junie's eyes flicked across his bulging fly. She laughed 
delightedly. 

Derek nodded to a partly open door that led to a back room. It was a room 
that he used chiefly for storage-manuscripts, books, magazines, and a 
surplus of supplies. It also contained a sofa. Beyond was a tiny lavatory. 

"In there," he said. 

Junie gave him a fleeting smile and disappeared into the storage room. Derek 
stumbled to his front door and bolted it. He returned to his desk and 
produced a tiny Instamatic camera and a handful of flash bulbs. Fumblingly, 
breathing hard, he inserted a bulb into its socket and cocked the trigger. 

When he entered the storage room, he stopped short. Completely naked, Junie 
was reclining on the sofa, her beautiful white tits staring at him, her 
pubic hairs visible at her crotch. As Derek watched, she opened up her legs, 
revealing the luscious pinkness of her cunt. 

"Suppose we try this pose first," she said. "It's my pussy that you want to 
see, isn't it?" 

Derek lifted the camera and glued his eye to the finder. His hands were 
trembling so much that for a few seconds the naked girl appeared only as a 
blur. But he managed to get the shot off, and Junie's twat was immortalized 
on the strip of film. 

During the next ten minutes, Derek shot Junie's nude body from every 
conceivable angle. He had her stand with her pussy poked forward in a 
dancing pose. He had her kneel on the sofa with her legs spread so that both 
her cunt and her ass were clearly exposed. She smiled at him over her 
shoulder while he was snapping the picture. 

Junie improvised a good many poses of her own, all designed to arouse a man, 
to drive him to the brink of insanity. The sweat was pouring from Derek's 
face. He wasn't thinking rationally. His entire being was consumed with 
desire. 

At last the roll of film was completely exposed. He was standing close to 
the sofa where Junie was reclining. She reached up and took hold of his 
cock, squeezing it. 

"My!" she exclaimed. "That's a beauty!" She laughed, unzipped his fly and 
pulled the monster out. She kissed its head. Again she looked up into his 
face. 

"Why don't you take your clothes off, darling, and give me a good fucking? 
You do want to fuck me, don't you?" 

Derek's breath whistled through his nose. "Yes," he said. "I want to fuck 
you. God, do I want to fuck you!" 

He ripped off his clothes and came and knelt between her widespread legs. 
She reached up and took hold his pulsating cock. 

"Easy, darling," she said. "Easy. We both want to get as much enjoyment out 
of this as we can, don't we?" 

He growled in his throat and thrust his hips downward, but she held onto his 
prick relentlessly. 

"Darling, darling, please! It's been a long time since I've had a man so 
thoroughly aroused and I intend to take advantage of it. Just control 
yourself, and I'll give you the best fuck you've ever had." 

"Stick it in!" he cried savagely. "Shove it into that hot cunt of yours. 
Now!" He was frantic with desire, pushing down hard, his eyes wild. 

Still grasping his cock firmly, she let him ease himself down so that she 
could swab the swollen head the length of her pussy. Then she brought it up 
until it was pressed against her clitoris. She flicked it back and forth, 
moaning and groaning in ecstasy. 

"Goddamn you, stick that cock in where it belongs!" Derek yelled. "For 
Christ's sake, is this a one man's show, or what? I want to be fucked too, 
you know." 

"Of course you do, darling, and you're going to be fucked. I promise you. 
You'll never forget it." 

Junie planted the soles of her feet solidly onto the mattress. She lifted up 
her ass. "Now, darling! Now! For this moment my cunt belongs only to you. 
Fuck me! Give me all of that big beautiful cock of yours. Fuck me with all 
of your worth, darling." 

She inserted the head of his cock between the lips of her cunt, and began to 
fuck. 

Exhausted, Derek lay flat on his back and closed his eyes. He had never felt 
more content, more peaceful or fulfilled. Junie had said she wanted to suck 
his cock. He smiled to himself; He hated to disappoint her, but after the 
fucking she'd just given him, he doubted that he could get another hard-on 
for a week. She had completely drained him. But he didn't know Junie. 

She had released his flaccid prick from her fist and was toying with his 
balls. She reached around and ran the edge of her hand along the crevice of 
his ass. She lifted her face and flicked the tip of her tongue inside his 
ear. 

To his astonishment, Derek's cock began to stir. It began to swell. He 
couldn't believe the sensation that was welling up inside of him. He felt 
Junie's hand once more on his prick. She was stroking it gently, massaging 
the head. 

He opened his eyes and found her smiling face within inches of his own. 

"It usually takes me about two minutes to get a man's cock ready for action 
again, after he's shot his load. I've spent less than a minute on yours." 

"I'm still no good," he muttered. 

"You will be," she assured him. 

Her fingers tightened on his shaft. She began stroking with firm, measured 
jerks. She let go of his prick momentarily and flicked her fingers over his 
balls. Then she went back to his cock, working on it expertly. And all the 
while her soft, moist lips roved over his face, his eyes, his nose, his 
mouth. She made little crooning sex sounds that caused the blood to course 
warmly through his veins. And suddenly his prick leaped! 

"There!" she cried exultantly. "And the two minutes aren't completely up!" 

Incredulously, he stared down at his crotch. His cock, held firmly in 
Junie's hand, had risen to full erection. 

"I'll be damned!" he muttered. "By God, I didn't think you or any other girl 
could do it." 

"How many girls have tried?" she teased. 

"None, apparently, who knew what they were doing." He turned on his side and 
took her nude body into his arms. He fondled her, reached down and inserted 
his finger into her twat by way of the back door. Her pussy was hot and 
moist. 

"My God, what a woman!" He held her tighter, fingering her, thrusting his 
tongue in to meet hers. Now his jock was as stiff as a board. Now desire was 
sweeping through him wildly. 

"You do want me to suck your cock, don't you, darling?" she whispered. 

"Yes! By God, that's just what I want. I want it now!" 

She laughed softly. "And what if I refused?" 

"I'd shove it down your throat!" he told her savagely. "Try refusing and 
see." 

Again she laughed softly. "I like that," she said. "I like it when a man 
becomes so aroused he can't control himself, that he takes what he wants." 

She squirmed around, bringing her face to within an inch of the head of his 
cock. For a moment she merely held the shaft in her fist, gently stroking 
it, admiring the great bulbous head. Then, without warning, she leaned 
forward and took the entire head into her mouth, tonguing it, applying her 
lips and moistening it with saliva. 

Abruptly she pulled her head away and looked up at him with glazed eyes. 
"Did you like that?" 

"It was wonderful! Beautiful!" 

"Do you want more?" 

"Yes! For God's sake, don't stop!" 

His prick was throbbing now, as big and hard and eager as it had been when 
he had fucked her a few minutes before. 

Junie lowered her head again. This time she swallowed his prick. She took 
the head into her mouth, then ran her maw down the length of the shaft until 
the roseate bulb pressed against her throat. She repeated the maneuver 
several times, then returned to the head and went to work on it furiously. 
One hand reached around and played with his balls. The other hand roved over 
his body. 

Derek looked down at the bobbing head, and realized suddenly that she was 
working him up into another climax. She was going to make him come again. He 
couldn't believe it, but it was true. He could already feel the semen 
building up in his balls. 

Then Derek became aware of something else. Junie, lying on her side, had 
maneuvered her body around so that her crotch was within inches of his face. 
He could see her cunt plainly. It was glistening with her own sex fluid. As 
though impelled to do so, she was opening and closing her thighs with an 
urgency she couldn't control. 

Derek had never eaten cunt. His men friends had repeatedly told him of the 
delights of it, and once he had tried. Her name was Rose and she was a 
one-night shot. She had thrust her pussy up into his face and told him what 
she wanted. 

Impulsively, he'd buried his face between her legs, but he couldn't take it. 
He'd withdrawn after the first contact, disgusted with himself. Perhaps it 
was because Rose meant no more to him than a fast piece of ass, and he'd 
decided then and there that eating cunt was not his bag. 

Now things were different. He knew that he was going to eat Junie's cunt. 
What's more, he knew that he was going to like it. 

Tentatively he thrust his face forward, and Janie opened her legs wide in 
anticipation. He could smell her twat, could feel its heat. He pressed his 
face against the vulva, thrust his tongue inside. 

And suddenly, unexpectedly, Derek was eating Junie's cunt voraciously, 
eagerly, greedily-and liking it. 

Junie moaned her appreciation. She thrust her hips against his face, opening 
her legs wide. He pulled back a little, and he swiped his tongue up and down 
the length of her steaming cunt. Then once more he thrust inside and she 
closed her thighs about his head in a viselike grip. 

Already her cunt juices were seeping from the corners of his mouth. He was 
swallowing as much as he could, loving it. 

Junie was working on his cock furiously, bobbing her head up and down in 
short quick jerks. One hand was constantly on his balls, fondling, squeezing 
gently. Whimpering, crooning, she continued to suck as though her life 
depended upon it. 

Derek's prick began to swell. He knew he was on the verge of exploding 
again, and far back in his mind his astonishment grew. But he didn't stop to 
analyze the sensation; he was living for the moment. 

Junie began to spasm. Each time she did, her ass jerked convulsively. She 
emitted loud moans of delight. Her cunt juices flowed even more freely. 

Derek felt the start of his orgasm and he began fucking her mouth. She clung 
to him tenaciously, still sucking, rolling his balls back and forth in the 
palm of her hand. 

Suddenly Junie's entire body stiffened. There was an explosion inside of her 
that vibrated to every part of her body. Her own organism had started. It 
was beginning to peak. Every nerve and fiber began to tingle. She open her 
mouth wide, still keeping Derek's cock inside, and shrieked her pleasure. 

At this every moment Derek felt the first spurt of his semen. It was 
followed by another, and then another. He could feel them bang up against 
Janie's throat. He heard her gulp. He knew that she was drinking as fast as 
she could swallow. Even so, he was aware that, lest she gag, she was 
allowing some to trickle from the corners of her mouth. He could feel the 
warm wetness on his balls. 

He wrenched his face from between Junie's legs. His mouth and cheeks were 
glistening with her cunt juices. 

"God Almighty!" he bellowed. "I'm out of this world!" 

Junie's body relaxed. She had known complete fulfillment. She was limp, 
exhausted. It had been a beautiful, most satisfying experience. She wanted 
nothing more at the moment than to lie down close beside this handsome hunk 
of man and sleep. 

Slowly she removed her mouth from his cock. Her lips and chin and neck were 
wet and sticky with his erupted jizum. She held his flaccid prick in her 
hand for a moment, admiring it. 

She laughed lightly. "You monster. For a minute I thought you weren't going 
to make it." 

Afterward she picked up a corner of the sheet, and wiped her mouth, chin, 
and neck. Then she crawled wearily up beside him, encircled his chest with 
one arm and lay her head against his shoulder. His arm held her tightly, and 
she closed her eyes. 

"Was it worth it?" 

"Worth it!" He laughed. For a moment he was silent. "Want to know 
something?" 

"What?" 

"It was the first time I've eaten cunt." He hesitated. "I like it. Was it 
worth it to you?" 

She opened her eyes, studied him for a moment, then kissed him on the mouth. 
"Yes, darling. You ate like an expert. I came four times. Thank you." 

She closed her eyes again, and then both slept. 

 CHAPTER TWO 

Derek lay flat on his back in his apartment and stared up at the ceiling. It 
had grown dark, but the bedroom was dimly lighted by the street lights 
beyond the window. 

Upon arriving home two hours ago, he had mixed himself a stiff whisky and 
soda and downed it in a couple of gulps. He was exhausted and he was hoping 
that the drink would put him to sleep. One usually did. This time, however, 
he felt more wide awake than ever. 

So he mixed another drink, drank it slowly and lay down. But sleep wouldn't 
come. The events of the afternoon passed across his mind. He tried to put 
them aside, but they persisted. A picture of Junie, her face, her body, the 
words she spoke, the movements she made were indelibly implanted on his 
brain. In spite of his best efforts, they wouldn't go away. 

"What in hell is the matter with you?" he raged at himself. "You'd think it 
was the first piece of ass you'd ever had. Forget her, for Christ's sake. 
She's nothing but a whore and a tramp." 

But in the next moment he was thinking, "Maybe she wasn't the first piece of 
ass you've ever had, but she was damn well the best." 

He closed his eyes and tried to sleep. It was useless. Junie was there 
beside him. Her hand was gently fondling his prick. Her gorgeous tits were 
pressed against his arm. Her smiling face hovered inches above his own. 

"You do want to fuck me, don't you, darling?" 

"Yes! I want to fuck you. God, do I want to fuck you!" 

Derek swore aloud. The words were as clear as if she were here, speaking 
them again. Worse, he was experiencing once again the wrenching, tearing 
sensation in his guts. It was even more pronounced and more annoying because 
he couldn't understand it. Then abruptly something clicked in his mind and 
he jerked himself upright. 

"No!" he told himself savagely. "No! It can't be! It's too weird to even 
think about!" 

Derek had known such a wrenching, tearing feeling only once before in his 
life. It had happened four years ago at a cocktail party given by a young 
married couple, close friends. He had looked across the smoke-filled noisy 
room and seen a girl. She was the most beautiful, the sexiest-looking female 
he had ever imagined in his wildest dreams. 

Her hair was dark and hung loosely to her shoulders, framing a face that was 
classic in its contours. She was wearing a mini skirt; her legs were long 
and slim and beautifully shaped. The V of her dress revealed the beginnings 
of the swellings of a pair of gorgeous tits. 

She was looking at him steadily, and, without giving it a conscious thought, 
he strode to where she was standing. 

"Hi. My name's Derek. Derek Frome. I'm a writer. You're the most beautiful 
woman I've ever seen." 

She laughed throatily. "Hi, Derek Frome, writer. I'm Linda Tolman, painter." 

Derek had heard about the chemistry that attracts one person to another. 
Linda had apparently heard about it, too. From that point on, neither was 
aware that anyone else in the room existed. For the most part, they simply 
stared at each other, making inane remarks, not making much sense, but each 
being acutely aware of the other. 

Then at last Derek had said, "I've a car outside. Would you like to go for a 
drive?" 

"I'd love to." 

Neither gave a conscious thought as to what lay ahead, but when the time 
came, they accepted it wholly, beautifully, and as naturally as if it had 
always been a part of their lives. 

Derek drove up into the hills. Neither of them spoke. She sat close to him 
and the feel of her body was like an electric flame. 

When they were well away from town, he turned into a side road and drove for 
half a mile. He parked beneath a canopy of arching maple trees and switched 
off the motor and lights. Moonlight drifted down between the shimmering 
leaves, dabbling the car and the countryside. 

Involuntarily, they turned toward each other. In the dim light, she looked 
even more beautiful than ever. Her eyes were bright, eager. 

When he opened his arms, she came into them, pressing her body hard against 
his. Their lips met, gently at first, then with a fierce hungry passion. 
Their tongues became entangled, and they moved against each other, making 
satisfying, wanting sounds. 

Derek pulled back a little and with one hand he brushed aside the blouse 
covering one of her tits, exposing the beautiful globe for his inspection. 
The nipple stood out, brown and hard. 

He leaned forward, opened his mouth wide and gulped as much of the lovely 
breast as he could. His tongue ran around the nipple in ever-decreasing 
circles. At last he had the nipple imprisoned between his lips. He sucked 
hard. 

Linda pressed his face hard against her. "Oh, dearest," she whispered. "Oh, 
dearest!" 

His free hand went up under her skirt, caressing her thigh, wandering across 
the cheek of her ass. He discovered that she was wearing a scant pair of 
panties, and he inserted his finger in the waistband and pulled down. She 
lifted her ass so that he could pull them down over her hips, then her knees 
and at last to her ankles. She kicked them free. 

"I think we'd better get in back," he whispered. 

"Yes." 

The transfer was quickly made. They lay stretched out, facing each other. 
Derek inserted his hand between her legs, and she opened them to allow easy 
access. Her cunt was swimming. 

Savagely, he unfastened his belt, zipped open his fly and pulled out his 
cock. Instinctively, Linda reached for it. Her hand encircled the shaft, and 
she uttered a little cry. His prick was a monster, rock-hard, throbbing. 

"I'm going to fuck you," he grated. 

"I want you to fuck me." 

He started to mount her and she whispered, "Be gentle, dearest. It's my 
first time." 

His reactions to her words were ones of fierce joy and pride. She was a 
virgin, and she was giving herself to him freely. What man could ask for 
more? He tried to be gentle. God, how he tried. But when he knew the hymen 
was broken, when he knew that her brief moment of pain had passed, he fucked 
with all the passion and unchecked desire at his command. 

She responded nobly. She rose to meet his every thrust. She cried out 
joyfully when he drove his prick deep within her. She begged for more. She 
spasmed and let out a yelp of pure delight. She curled her legs around his 
back, and pulled him down on top of her until he felt locked in a vise. 

Derek wanted it to last. He tried mightily to hold back. But it was no use. 
He began to shoot. Spurt after spurt of hot semen banged up against her 
womb. And with each spurt she clung to him more desperately, whimpering in 
sheer delight. 

It ended at last. Breathing hard, he lay on her, full length, letting his 
shrinking cock remain in the warm depths of her cunt. 

"Was it good, Linda? Was it what you wanted?" 

"It was wonderful! It was just what I wanted." She hesitated. "I want more." 

He laughed lightly and nibbled at her ear. "And more you shall have. Give me 
a moment or two to recover from the first delightful experience." 

He kissed her and slowly withdrew his prick. It came free with a soft 
sucking sound. 

"See," she cried. "It doesn't want to leave." She reached down and took the 
shaft in her hand. "It's beautiful. I love it." She stroked it gently. "Will 
it get hard again?" 

"Keep that up and you'll be surprised how hard it will get, and how soon." 

She pulled his mouth down to hers and kissed it "I didn't know that fucking 
could be so wonderful. Is it always so?" 

"That depends upon how the two people who are involved feel toward each 
other. Do you think you'd like being fucked by someone else?" 

"No! I'm positive I wouldn't. The mere thought of it makes me shudder." She 
shuddered and, pleased, Derek laughed. 

"That's something we can talk about later. Right now, I'm beginning to feel 
that urge for further action." 

Under Linda's constant manipulation, his cock had begun to swell again. Much 
to her delight, it stiffened and rose to full erection. She laughed happily. 

"It's big again. Did I do that?" 

"I'm beginning to think that you can do it to me any time you choose." 

"I want to kiss it" 

Without waiting for his reply, she swiftly bent down and kissed the head, 
then, and for a moment, held it between her lips. She lifted her face to 
stare at him round-eyed. 

"I liked doing that. Did you mind?" 

"Mind!" he grinned. "Darling, you're terrific." He took hold of her hips, 
lifted her up and swung her around so that she was astride him. "But right 
now I want some more fucking. Only this time you're going to do the work." 

It was strange, new to her, but she adapted readily, instinctively. She 
leaned forward, took hold of his cock and steered it up into the proper 
channel of her twat. A delighted moan escaped her lips as she eased her ass 
down, driving the head far up into her cunt. 

She was still wearing her blouse. Now Derek finished unbuttoning it, 
exposing both of her beautiful tits. He fondled them both, kissing and 
sucking one and then the other. 

"Do you think I have a nice pair of tits, dearest?" 

"They're the most beautiful sexiest tits I've ever seen." 

"I'm glad you think so. I want you to think so." 

Linda had been slowly gliding up and down the length of his shaft. Now she 
increased the pace, moaning and grunting with each spread-ass downward 
plunge. Derek began thrusting up his hips to meet her downward drives. They 
fucked in perfect tempo, perfect harmony, enjoying each and every stroke 
with increasing joy. 

This time Derek was able to hold out longer. When he finally felt himself 
coming, he shouted the news to Linda and she went to work furiously, tossing 
her ass around as though it were something alive, which indeed it was. 

They came simultaneously. Linda shrieked. She felt an explosion inside of 
her. Fire leaped through her veins. Every fiber and nerve in her body 
tingled with the most exquisite sensation she could ever believe possible. 

"Oh, God, dearest! Oh, God! It's beautiful!" 

Drool ran from the corners of her gasping mouth, down her chin and neck, 
dropping onto Derek's writhing chest. 

Derek was grunting like a rutting pig. Both hands were grasping the cheeks 
of her ass, pulling her down onto him, burying his erupting cock far inside 
her pulsating cunt. 

Gradually the orgasm tapered off. Linda had felt for a moment that she was 
all cunt. Now she lay forward, both of her tits flattened against his chest. 

"That was even better," she whispered. "It was glorious." 

"Satisfied?" 

"For the time being." 

Derek was feeling the wrenching, tearing sensation in his guts. He knew what 
it meant. He was in love. He would never feel whole again unless he 
possessed this girl completely, without reservation. He had to own her, to 
know that there would never be a sharing with another man. That she was his, 
forever and ever. 

He looked up at her, searching her eyes. "I'm in love with you, Linda. I 
want you to be my wife." 

She began to cry, kissing him torridly, pressing her cunt possessively over 
his limp cock. 

"Yes!" she cried. "Oh, God yes! I wanted you to say it, but I wouldn't have 
let you go if you hadn't. Somehow I would have made you want to possess me." 

* * * 

Three days later they were married. Derek had never known such blissful 
happiness as in the period that followed. 

Linda was smart. Besides being a good companion and helpmate, she knew that 
she should keep her husband sexually interested and satisfied at all times. 
She never allowed him to see her with curlers in her hair, or wearing a 
shapeless housecoat, or an ill-fitting dress. She always rose before he did 
in the morning. She'd go into the bathroom, freshen herself up, wash the 
sleep from her eyes, do her face, and reappear wearing a sexy-looking gown, 
smelling sweet and clean. 

She'd sit on the edge of the bed, kiss him awake, then play with his jock 
until he was ready to burst. Sometimes she'd accompany him to the bathroom 
and hold his cock while he pissed, laughing delightedly as she sprayed the 
stream around the bowl. 

Then, for the time being, it would end. She'd leave him to his shaving and 
showering, cross to the kitchen and by the time he was ready, she'd have his 
breakfast ready. 

They always sat side by side, their knees touching. She always managed to 
contrive it so that one or both of her tits were partly revealed. Then, when 
he was unable to control himself longer and brushed aside her bodice and 
began sucking a nipple greedily, she hooted with triumph. 

"You naughty boy, sucking your wife's tit before the day has scarcely 
begun." 

"If my wife didn't have such beautiful tits I wouldn't suck them." 

More times than not she'd unfasten his trousers, unzip his fly and ride his 
cock for a few minutes before he left for the office. 

He'd say, "Just for that, young lady, you're going to get your ass fucked 
right through the sofa when I get home." 

"If I couldn't depend on that I'd divorce you." 

Always, at the door before she let him go, she'd give him her tongue and 
briefly squeeze his cock. 

"You get rid of that hard-on before you reach the office." 

"If it doesn't go down," he'd promise, "I'll stop at a filling station and 
pour cold water on it." 

* * * 

She'd be waiting for him when he returned in the evening. She'd be wearing 
the most sexy, most revealing dress that she could buy. It always worked. 

Ignoring the pitcher of martinis that were always waiting on the coffee 
table, he'd seize her, throw her down onto the sofa and, with splendid and 
enjoyable cooperation from Linda, he'd fuck her until they were both 
exhausted. 

They liked variety. Sometimes they fucked on the living room floor. 
Sometimes, still wearing their clothes, on a kitchen chair. Sometimes he'd 
carry her out to the garage and fuck her in the back seat of the car, just 
for old time's sake. 

Afterward, pleasantly tired and satisfied, they'd drink their martinis, have 
dinner and then, unless something else were planned for the evening, they'd 
disrobe and fall into bed, leisurely enjoying each other's naked body until 
it was time for a good-night fuck, and sleep. 

Linda knew that Derek liked to use the four-letter words when they were 
making love. She not only became aroused by using them herself, but she 
insisted that they do. 

"I think my husband has the most beautiful cock in the world." 

"How can you compare cocks if mine is the only one you've seen?" 

"I read a lot and I've seen pictures." 

"Whose pictures?" 

"Well, how about Michelangelo's statue of David?" 

"David didn't have a hard-on when the sculpture was made." 

Linda giggled. "That's why I like to see your prick grow when I play with 
it. I can imagine what David's would look like." 

"I suppose you think it would be bigger than mine." 

"Don't be silly. No one could have a cock bigger than my husband's." 

"Oh. Then it's only the size that counts!" 

"Damn you. You know that isn't true." She bent over and gave the head of his 
prick a quick tonguing. "I wouldn't care if that cock were only an inch 
long, so long as it belonged to you and I had the rights to it." 

Derek was silent a moment. "Do you know what I like?" 

"You'd better say what I want you to say, or I'll bite that handsome prick 
of yours in two." 

For answer, he thrust his head down between her legs and gave her pussy a 
thorough bussing. He came up, grinning, his mouth and cheeks glistening. 

"Did you get the message?" 

"Darling!" She swept him into her arms, kissing him, running her tongue over 
his glistening cheeks. "So it's my cunt that you like." 

"It's your cunt that I love." 

"You couldn't have said it better. Now I want to see-again-how good you are 
at giving me a good fucking." 

"Oh. In that case I think we'd better try a new position." 

Her eyes opened wide. "You mean there are others?" She looked delighted. 

"Get up onto your hands and knees and I'll show you." 

She obeyed. "Like this?" 

"Only more so. Bend forward. Stick your ass up. Spread your legs." 

She did so, and Derek said, "That's good. Hold it." He got in behind her, 
between her spread legs. His cock was like an iron rod in anticipation. 
"Now," he directed, "look down between your legs and do what comes 
naturally." 

Linda lowered her head and peered between her spread legs. She gave a little 
gasp of delight as she saw the head of his prick come poking through. 
Without being told, she seized the shaft and directed the head of his jock 
into her steaming cunt. 

Derek eased his prick in slowly. This was new to her, and he didn't want to 
hurt her. He needn't have worried. 

"Like it?" he asked. 

"Oh, darling! Oh, lover! It's glorious! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!" She 
backed her ass up against his probing cock and began to grind. "Give it to 
me, my husband! Give it to me!" 

Derek drove his cock into the hilt, heard her gasp with pleasure, and began 
to fuck rhythmically. Linda spasmed. She cried out and spasmed a second 
time. Derek decided that it was the new position that was exciting her, and 
he began working for his own orgasm. 

He put his chest down onto her back, reached around and seized both of her 
tits in his hands. Using them for leverage, his ass became a trip hammer, 
driving his tool up into her eager twat with short, rapid strokes. 

"Darling!" she shrieked. "I'm coming! Oh, God, this is wonderful!" 

Derek had begun to shoot. "Just keep your ass moving," he gasped. "I'm 
coming too. We'll climax together." 

And they did. Wave after wave of fiery sensation bombed through Linda's 
being. And with each shot of jizum that Derek ejected, he grunted and yelled 
his pleasure. Gradually Linda sank down onto the bed, exhausted, spent, 
fulfilled. Derek went with her. For a long while he lay with his cock still 
imprisoned in her twat. At last he grunted and rolled off. She turned to 
face him, her expression sweet and adoring. 

"Did you like it?" he asked. 

"Why didn't you tell me you were such a sexual genius?" 

"You never asked. Besides, I wanted to show you." 

She hugged and kissed him and, holding his limp prick in her hand, closed 
her eyes and slept the sleep of perfect contentment. 

* * * 

Two years passed. Two wonderful, glorious years. Two years filled with 
beauty, with complete sexual fulfillment. Derek and Linda had found the 
secret to the perfect marriage. They treasured it. They begrudged the 
moments when they could not be together. They delighted in the moments when 
they were in each other's arms. 

It was the realization of a dream. They believed, without giving it 
conscious thought, that it would go on forever. But no. Fate dealt them an 
ugly blow. 

There came a day when Linda was driving her small convertible along the 
coast highway. She was driving fast because Derek had phoned and asked her 
to meet him at the Old Seadog's Club. They were to have dinner with an 
editor and his wife. 

She didn't see the car that came charging out of a side road. She never knew 
what hit her. When Derek arrived at the hospital to which she had been 
taken, his beloved was dead. 

 CHAPTER THREE 

Derek groaned again and rolled over. Instinctively, he reached for his 
prick. It was bone hard. He gave it a couple of strokes, and stopped. "No, 
by God. I'm not that desperate." 

He switched on the bedside light and looked at the clock. It was still 
early. Ten o'clock. Without hesitation he picked up the telephone and 
dialed. A throaty female voice answered. 

"Hi, Betty." 

The throaty voice lifted. "Derek, darling! How are you?" 

"I'm okay. What are you doing?" 

"Lying in bed, looking at television, and wishing you were here with me." 

"You don't think it's too late?" 

"Derek! What a horrible thing to say." 

"Okay. I'll be there in twenty minutes." 

Fifteen minutes later, Derek rang the bell of Betty Simms' apartment. The 
door opened almost at once. Derek stepped inside. 

Betty Simms was tall and willowy. She had chestnut brown hair that cascaded 
to her shoulders. Her eyes were brown and expressive. Her lips were full and 
sensuous. 

If Derek ever decided to marry again, this was the girl he would have 
chosen. She was intelligent and thoughtful. Like Linda, she had never let 
him see her in anything but the most alluring outfit. She had always greeted 
him warmly. She was in love with him, and he knew it, though neither had 
ever brought the subject up for open discussion. They both enjoyed sex and 
made the most of it. 

Just now he took her into his arms and kissed her thoroughly. She could feel 
his hard prick pressing against her abdomen, and she trembled slightly in 
anticipation. 

At last he pulled his tongue from her mouth. "God! You're the most 
responsive and exciting female that any man can ask for." 

"Just ask for it, and it's yours." 

"I know. Can we have a drink first?" 

"Your Scotch and water is already mixed, sir." Her eyes were bright. 

They crossed to the sofa and sat. Betty picked up a tall glass, ice 
tinkling, and handed it to him. She picked up another for herself. 

"I've missed you, darling. It's been a week." 

"Tom Slater gave me an assignment. I've been busy." 

"Oh? What kind of an assignment?" 

Derek shrugged as he drank. "Just another job. Nothing exciting." He was 
acutely aware of the lovely girl sitting beside him, of her warmth, her 
desire, her willingness, and he was furious at himself because he couldn't 
become more aroused. What the hell was the matter with him, anyway? He knew 
what was the matter with him, and inwardly he swore, thinking of himself 
only with contempt 

Deliberately he placed his nearly empty glass on the table and turned toward 
Betty. He forced a smile, forced warmth and eagerness into his voice. "Did I 
ever tell you what a beautiful and desirable girl you are?" 

"Show me." 

Well, there it was. Put up or shut up. 

She had allowed her gown to fall open. One ivory white leg was revealed 
almost to her hip. He could glimpse the edge of her pubic hair. One 
deliciously rounded tit was completely exposed. No man could have resisted, 
not even one as wretched in his mind as Derek. 

He slipped an arm around her shoulder, leaned forward and gulped as much of 
the beautifully exposed tit into his mouth as he could, tonguing it, sucking 
out the nipple. 

His other hand caressed her thigh, her ass. He moved the hand between her 
legs, gently pried them apart, and sought the hot, damp warmth of her pussy. 

She stiffened a little, opened her legs wider, pressed his face harder 
against her tit She began to breathe harder, her entire body undulating. 

"Take me to bed, dearest. Please take me to bed." 

Pausing only to help her remove entirely the flimsy garment that she wore, 
he picked up her naked body and carried it to the bed. The sheet had been 
turned back her invitingly. He lay her on it gently. Then he stood, staring 
down at her naked loveliness spread out before him. 

Slowly he started to undress. Shame and guilt and embarrassment flooded 
through him. He didn't have a hard-on. How was he going to explain that? 
What reason could he possibly give when she glimpsed his dangling, limp 
prick? It would be an insult to her loveliness, to her passion, to her 
desirability. 

Derek removed his shirt, his trousers. He sat on the edge of the bed to 
unlace his shoes. In a moment he would be forced to stand and drop his 
shorts. He didn't want to insult this girl of whom he was fond, of whom he 
was on the verge of falling in love. He owed her more. 

He prayed that something would happen. And it did. He thought of Junie. 

"Fuck me, darling! Drive that big fat cock of yours as far up into my cunt 
as it will go. Fuck my ass right through the mattress!" 

Junie's words echoed and reechoed through Derek's mind. He felt his jock 
beginning to swell. Fumblingly he took off one shoe and then the next. 

"June, I don't mind telling you I've never enjoyed a piece of ass more." 

"And it's only just begun ... I want to suck your cock." 

Derek's cock was hard and rigid. He dropped his second shoe to the floor, 
ripped off his socks, and stood up, sliding his shorts down over his hips. 
He stood there, looking down at the beautiful nude girl waiting for him. 
Only it wasn't Betty. It was Junie, her legs widespread, her eyes shining 
and eager, her arms uplifted. 

He knelt between her legs and she reached up and took hold of his throbbing 
cock. 

"Fuck me, dearest. Give it to me. It's been so long, so long." 

He lowered himself and felt Betty insert the head of his prick into her 
steaming cunt. Only it wasn't Betty. It was Junie. It was Junie who 
encircled his shoulders with her arms and lifted up her hips to receive the 
fullness of his manhood. 

"Oh, dearest, dearest, don't make me wait so long again." She began a 
rotary, up and down movement with her ass, a trick with which Derek had long 
become familiar and loved. 

Derek drove his cock solidly home. He withdrew it and momentarily let the 
head brush against her clitoris. She moaned in ecstasy. 

"Oh, dearest, that's wonderful! It's beautiful! Now drive it in again, as 
far as it will go, and hold it there a moment." 

Derek did as directed. He plunged his throbbing prick to the hilt into the 
depths of her eager twat. For a moment he held it there, and for a moment 
neither of them breathed. They savored the instant, holding back, wanting it 
to last and last and last. 

Betty began breathing again first. "Now!" she begged. "Now fuck me the way I 
like to be fucked." 

Derek promptly began a series of rhythmic strokes. He encircled the top of 
her head with his arm for purchase and drove home jab after jab. 

Only it wasn't Betty he was fucking. It was Junie. He closed his eyes and 
brought her image to mind. She was clasping her arms about him, urging him 
for more and more and more. She was whispering words into his ear, inspiring 
him to greater efforts. Her tongue was in his mouth, entangled with his own, 
sucking hungrily. 

"Do you like me, Derek? Do you like fucking me?" 

"I love you, Junie. I love fucking you. I want to keep on fucking you 
forever." 

"Give it to me, darling! Give it to me!" 

Betty was in heaven. She was never happier than when she was being screwed 
by this man she adored. She wished now, as she had on many previous 
occasions that he would come and live with her, or that he would ask her to 
move in with him. She saw him all too seldom. 

Once, after a full week of not seeing him at all-a week of cruel torture-she 
bought a dildo and performed on herself. It was battery powered. Thinking of 
Derek's huge cock she inserted it into her twat as far as it would go, and 
turned on the switch. The vibration sent an exquisite shock through her 
entire being. She withdrew it and toyed with her clitoris for a full five 
minutes. Then she fucked herself off. It was delightful, but no substitute 
for the real thing. No substitute for what she was getting now. 

Derek's prick was hammering up into the depths of her pussy. He was really 
working at it now, giving it everything he had. She knew he was getting 
ready to come, and she wanted to feel his jizum squirting up into her cunt. 

She had spasmed twice, and now she worked to obtain her main orgasm 
simultaneously with his. They had fucked so often that they had long ago 
learned to come together. 

Wave after wave of beautiful sensation was spreading through her body, 
reaching every nerve end, every fiber of her being. She was carried away to 
a high plane of beauty and love. She wanted to cry, her joy was so great. 

"Oh, dearest! Oh, darling, wonderful, glorious Derek, please don't stop. 
Ever." 

Derek's cock was swelling. He was on the verge of shooting. Momentarily he 
stopped thinking of Junie and looked down into Betty's beautiful, passion 
filled face. 

"Are you ready?" 

"Yes. I'm on the verge. Fuck me." 

"I'm coming. I've started." 

"Hold your cock there. Far up. There. Right there." Suddenly Betty let out a 
shriek. "I'm coming too. Oh, God, it's terrific! It's wonderful! It was 
never better! Oh, dearest, it's so beautiful I think I'm going to black out. 
I don't want to black out. I want to enjoy it all." 

Derek knew she wouldn't black out. He'd heard her express her fear of it 
many times before, and it never happened. Instead, she merely closed her 
eyes and lay there with a beatific expression on her face. 

Derek didn't pull out immediately after he'd shot his load. He left his 
rapidly reducing prick snugged in the warmth of her cunt for a moment or 
two. They both liked it that way. Then, as before, with deep sighs of 
regret, he slowly withdrew and rolled off onto the bed beside her. She 
reached over, took his limp prick in her hand and held it gently. He put a 
hand between her legs and pressed it up against the lips of her twat. 

"Was it good, Betty? Did you enjoy it?" 

"Each time seems to be better, dearest. Please stay all night so you can 
fuck me again." 

"I will." 

After a while they released each other and lay staring up at the ceiling. At 
last Betty spoke, without turning her head. "Who is she, Derek?" 

"Who's who?" 

"The girl with whom you've fallen in love." 

"What are you talking about? Are you out of your mind?" 

Betty turned to face him, propping herself up on an elbow. "I knew it the 
moment you came in the door. A girl knows those things, especially one who's 
been there, as I have. Look at me, Derek, and tell me it isn't true." 

But Derek wouldn't look at her. Instead, he closed his eyes tightly. God, he 
thought, does it show that much? What in hell has happened to me? I'm not in 
love. Not with that cunt. 

Betty kept staring down into the face of the man next to her in bed, the man 
with whom she was in love, the man whose prick she welcomed in between her 
legs whenever he chose. She was mildly shocked to see a tear squeeze from 
between his closed lids, and her heart filled with compassion. 

"Do you want to tell me about it, dear?" 

Still he made no reply. She hesitated, then said "In the beginning of every 
love affair, there's a point when a man or woman can turn back, can 
withdraw. If you pass that point, you're lost." 

Derek had heard those words before. He knew them to be true. Dear God, was 
he lost? Had he passed the point of no return? 

He turned to face Betty. His eyes were swimming. "I'm no good Betty. I'm 
weak." He hesitated. "She-she's a whore!" 

"Oh, you poor boy." Betty's arms went around him. She held him close, drew 
his head down onto her bare shoulder. Instinctively one of his arms went 
about her body, tightened and held her. It was as if he had found a sort of 
refuge, as indeed he had. He wept uncontrollably and unashamedly. Scalding 
tears fell onto the girl's bare breasts and trickled down the sides of each. 

Betty's heart was breaking, yet she knew her man needed comforting and 
understanding. 

"You poor boy," she repeated. "You poor, poor darling." She stroked his head 
and kissed him gently on the brow. She made comforting crooning sounds, 
lifted his face and kissed him fully on the lips. 

He stopped sobbing at last, picked up a corner of the bed sheet and dried 
his eyes. He smiled wanly. "I guess I'm a pretty poor specimen of a man." 

"It's happened to stronger men than you, dearest." 

For a long time he was silent. He put his head back on her shoulder and 
hugged her naked body close to him. 

"I love you, Betty. You know that." 

"In a way you love me, but now you're cursed." 

"Will you marry me?" 

"Not now. Not for the reason you want to marry me." 

"I know. I know. I couldn't have said anything more selfish." He paused. "Do 
you know what it is to hate yourself?" 

"There, there." 

He remained silent for another long period. Then, in anguish and 
desperation, he looked up at her. 

"Betty, what am I going to do? Dear God, I'm lost. Completely lost." 

She kissed him again. "There's only one cure, dearest. It's been proven over 
the years. Time. If you can sweat it out, time will cure you completely." 

"I can't. I know I can't. I have to have her." 

"Time," Betty repeated, and hesitated. "Time-and me." 

"God, don't say that. I can't take advantage of you just because I'm-because 
of what's happened to me. It wouldn't be fair. I'd feel like a heel." 

"You're overlooking one thing, dear. You're forgetting how I feel about 
you." And she added slowly, almost viciously, "Knowing how you feel, knowing 
your needs, knowing what I can give-and how much I want to give-I'll really 
be taking advantage of you." 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

A writer is his own taskmaster. He can go and come as he likes. He is 
responsible to no one. Even if he's working against a deadline, he can wait 
until the last moment, and then crowd a day's work into a couple of hours. 

Long ago Derek had rented an office two miles from his apartment. Living and 
trying to work at home, he had found it too easy to procrastinate, to sleep 
late, to look at television, to make love to his wife, to drink more than he 
should. 

The office was a taskmaster in itself. It looked for all the world like the 
office of a business or professional man: A desk, files, stiff-back chairs, 
bookcases filled with published works or reference books. Except for the cot 
in the back room, on which Derek dozed when in need of a nap, it was cold 
and grim. 

Derek fancied himself with a nine-to-five job. He made a point of reaching 
the office promptly at nine o'clock. He followed a set routine. First, there 
was the mail to shuffle through, telephone calls to make, notes to examine. 
Then he determinedly removed the cover from his typewriter and went to work 
grimly on the day's project. It worked. He found himself turning out more 
amounts of material than he would had he remained at home, lounging about in 
pajamas and slippers. 

Today, as usual, he inserted his key in the door of his office promptly at 
nine, despite a restless and almost sleepless night, as always. He scooped 
up the mail from the floor beneath the slot and carried it to his desk. He 
snatched the cover from his typewriter, opened the blinds and sat down at 
his desk. 

An hour later he found himself staring at the blank sheet of paper which he 
had inserted in the typewriter. He glanced over at the "interview" chair and 
saw her sitting there. Junie. Her shapely legs were crossed. He could see 
almost up to her crotch. She was smiling at him teasingly. 

"You want to fuck me, don't you, darling?" 

"Yes, goddamn it, I want to fuck you." 

"Then stop taking pictures and take off your clothes and give me what we 
both want." 

Derek struck his fist forcefully against his desk. 

"You son-of-a-bitch," he raged at himself, "what in hell is the matter with 
you? She's nothing but a whore." 

An hour later Derek hadn't struck a single typewriter key. He was still 
sitting there, staring at the blank sheet of paper, thinking. He could see 
her, hear her, smell her, feel her. She was more vivid in his mind that 
ever. 

"You goddamn fool!" he ranted. "You asshole. What in hell are you trying to 
prove? For Christ's sake, man, get hold of yourself. What kind of a jerk are 
you anyway?" 

He struck the top of his desk resoundingly with the flat of his hand. He 
stood up and began pacing the floor. He paced into the back room and looked 
at the cot. She was lying there, her legs widespread, smiling, reaching up 
her arms to him. He swore and moved about the room, closing the blinds, 
locking the doors. 

He returned to his desk, unzippered his fly and took out his prick. It was 
iron hard. He began to play with it, thinking of Junie, remembering. 

"Fuck me, darling. Give it to me good. I'm going to start coming in a 
minute. Come with me." 

He began stroking his penis. It swelled in his fist. He stroked faster. 

"I'm coming, Junie," he moaned. "I'm going to shoot my load right up into 
that beautiful hot cunt of yours." 

"That's where I want it, darling. All of it. Fuck my ass right through the 
mattress." 

And Derek, in his mind's eye did exactly that. Spurt after spurt of his 
jizum shot against the desk. 

Afterward, exhausted, he folded his arms atop the desk and put his head down 
on them. "Oh, shit!" he thought "Oh, shit, shit shit!" 

Later, he adjusted his fly, sat up straight and stared down at the sheet of 
paper. Now that he'd found release, now that his sexual urge for Junie had 
been partially satisfied, he would write. But he couldn't He wasn't rational 
in his thinking. 

Instead, he crossed to his tiny portable bar and mixed himself a drink. He 
stood in the center of the floor, cursing himself, and sipped it. After a 
moment he gulped down the entire contents. He mixed himself another drink, 
then crossed to his desk calendar and peered at it. Did he have a luncheon 
appointment? The page was blank, yet he fancied he could see Junie's name 
written there and his heart leaped. 

"You bitch! You goddamn bitch! You fucking whore!" 

But he knew he'd have to see her again. He'd have to. He'd die if he didn't. 
A feeling of terror seized him. What if she wouldn't come to his office 
again? He began to scheme, to connive. He'd make it worth her while. He'd do 
anything, anything to bring her to him once more. 

He gulped his second drink, filled the glass half full of bourbon, dumped in 
a thimbleful! of water, and staggered into the back room. 

It was dark when Derek awoke. He felt like hell. He had a splitting 
headache. His mouth felt as though it were full of pussy. 

Pussy! He sat up with a start, realizing that he was clutching a pillow, 
that he had it pressed against his body, his groin. He had an enormous 
hard-on. He had been dreaming that the pillow was Junie, that he'd been 
screwing her, that she'd been sucking his cock and he'd been eating her 
pussy. 

He swore, threw the pillow aside, switched on a light and stood up, aware 
again of his stiff prick. But this time he didn't touch it. He glanced at 
his watch. Eight o'clock. Night or day? It had to be night, because it was 
dark. Daylight Savings time had not yet started. 

He went into the lavatory and urinated. His thoughts were churning. Should 
he call her now? What if her husband answered? What if she had already gone 
to work? Work! Standing under a bright spotlight, tossing her naked snatch 
under some drooling pervert's nose. 

Pervert! Who was he to call a man who patronized a nude dancing club a 
pervert? Hadn't he been guilty of doing just that? 

Derek stumbled back into his front office and sat at his desk. It was now 
ten minutes after eight. Should he call her now? If she didn't answer, he'd 
know that she was out offering her twat to some son-of-a-bitch who was 
looking up at it with a glassy-eyed expression. 

Strangely, the very thought of this infuriated him. For some unjustifiable 
reason he felt that Junie's pussy was his own private property. He didn't 
want anyone else looking at it, feeling it, shoving his dirty cock into it. 

He swore again, pulled the telephone forward, and dialed her number. 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

A man answered. He had a rough tough voice. "Yeah?" 

"Is Junie Kellerman there, please?" 

"Who wants to know?" 

"This is Derek Wilson calling." 

Instantly the voice brightened. "Hey, man, how you doing? How's the article 
coming?" 

"Slow. There are a few more things I'd like to discuss with Junie." 

"She's the gal who can give you the answers. She ain't here now. She's out 
wiggling her pussy for the benefit of a bunch of drunks in some beer joint." 

Derek's insides began to churn. "What time do you expect her home, please?" 

"If she gets here before daylight I'll be surprised. By the way, did she 
give you a good lay?" 

Derek was sweating. "I-don't know what you mean." 

"Man, don't give me that. She told me all about it. You fucked her ass right 
through the mattress, then she gave you a blow job." 

Jesus Christ! Was this a husband talking about his wife? What in hell kind 
of people were these? What in God's name was this so-called modern society 
coming to? The answer came screaming through his brain. It was coming to 
what he himself was making it. 

Junie's husband was talking again, but Derek didn't want to hear anymore. He 
couldn't hear anymore without throwing up. 

He mumbled something about calling Junie the next day and hung up. 

Derek sat at his desk a long time without moving. He felt numb, stunned. 
Sweat was pouring from his face. His resentment and bitterness were directed 
only at himself. He felt contempt for a man who could imagine himself in 
love with a girl who would graphically explain her most intimate sexual 
experiences with another man to her husband. 

Derek sighed deeply, self pityingly, and decided that if he sat here any 
longer thinking about it, he'd go out of his mind. He was about to lock up 
when the telephone rang. Frowning, he picked up the receiver. "Wilson." 

"Hi, Derek. Aaron Hendricks here. Called you at home but there was no 
answer. Took a chance that you'd be at your office working on the article." 

"Your reasoning was accurate." 

"How's it coming?" 

"Fairly well. There are a few more questions I'd like to ask of somebody." 

"Did Junie do you any good?" 

"She was most informative." 

Aaron sniggered. "I don't suppose you found time to throw a heat into her." 

"Of course not." 

"Of course not. Well, look, man, I'm about to start out on my nightly rounds 
of the clubs. Why don't I pick you up? I'll introduce you to a half-dozen 
girls or more and you can ask them any questions you want to." 

Derek leaped at the chance. Anything-anything would be better than spending 
another night alone playing with his pecker. 

"Sounds interesting, Aaron. Where will I meet you?" 

"How about the See-Through Club? It's on the corner of Chestnut and High. 
I'll be at the bar." 

"Good deal. See you in about half an hour." 

Derek went back into his lavatory, shaved, bathed his face, found a clean 
shirt and, feeling a great relief, backed his car out of the parking lot and 
headed for the See-Through Club. 

The club was located in a basement. Derek went down a steep flight of 
stairs, parted some heavy curtains and stepped into a smoke-filled room and 
a blare of rock music. To the left on a spotlighted stage, a tall willowy 
blonde, as naked as the day she was born, was throwing her perfectly formed 
body around in a frenzy of sexual gestures. Men, young and old, bearded and 
clean shaven, their drinks resting on the stage itself, were leering up at 
her. 

The blonde was enjoying herself. She peered down into a dark face, spread 
her legs wide and thrust her pelvis almost up to his nose. The dark man 
reached for her, and the blonde danced away, laughing. 

"Hey, Derek." 

Derek turned. He saw, now that his eyes were accustomed to the dim light, 
that all of the tables in the place were occupied. Men with lust in their 
eyes were intently watching the blonde's performance. 

Derek glanced at the bar. Aaron was sitting there, waving at him. Derek 
moved over and climbed up onto a stool. 

Aaron said, "What are you drinking?" 

Derek glanced at the glass in front on his companion. "Same as you." 

"Good." Aaron turned to the bartender. "Mike, mix up one of my specials for 
my friend here." 

"Right you are, Mr. Hendricks." 

Derek couldn't help but notice the deference in the bartender's voice. 

Aaron inclined his head toward the stage. "What do you think?" 

"I should think," Derek said, trying to make his voice sound light, "that 
she'd be a pretty well bushed before the evening was ended." 

"Hell, she's just getting started." Aaron took a sip of his drink. "Boy, 
have I got an evening lined up for you. For us." 

Derek gave him a quick look. "What kind of an evening?" 

"You'll see." 

Just then the music stopped. The blonde slipped into a flimsy robe and sat 
down. The music started again, and another girl began to dance. 

"Wait here." 

Aaron slid down off his stool and Derek watched him thread his way through 
the tables and up to the stage. The blonde's face brightened with 
recognition at sight of him. He said something to her. She immediately stood 
up and allowed herself to be led to the bar where Derek waited. 

"Derek, this is Lulu. Lulu, Derek." 

"Hi, Derek," the blonde said. 

"Hi, Lulu. I've been enjoying your dancing." 

"Thank you." 

Aaron said, "Derek's doing a piece for the Journal on nude dancing. He'd 
like to ask you some questions." 

"Wonderful!" the blonde exclaimed. "I'll try to answer every one." 

Derek swallowed. He didn't know what to say, and Aaron stopped him from 
saying it. 

Aaron said, "This is a hell of a place for an interview. Suppose you and 
Toni meet us at the Sleepy Eye after the show, and we'll take it from 
there." 

Lulu clapped her hands. "Lovely! Oh, Aaron, it's been so long." 

Aaron laughed. "We'll make up for lost time." 

Toni, Aaron informed Derek, was the girl who had taken Lulu's place on the 
stage. Derek looked at her. She had dark red hair and a perfect figure. 
Surprisingly, her cunt hairs were the same as those on top of her head. Her 
gyrations were equaled to those of Lulu. 

Derek moistened his lips. He wanted to fuck her. The thought flashed into 
his mind unexpectedly. He wanted to fuck her because he felt that she could 
help him forget Junie. Or could she? He felt a pang. Disgustedly, he 
thought, "Well, of all the goddamn things! I'm feeling guilty because I want 
to fuck someone instead of Junie. Brother! Would she and her husband get a 
laugh out of that." 

The Sleepy Eye was a motel located at the edge of town. It catered, Aaron 
explained, to just such parties as they were planning. 

En route they stopped at a liquor store and bought a supply of booze. Aaron 
went in and registered when they reached the motel. They selected a big room 
with two double beds, dressing tables, easy chairs and a luxuriously 
appointed bathroom. 

Aaron said seriously, "These girls aren't whores, Derek, but if you want to 
stuff a little gift into their handbags, they won't mind." 

Derek examined his wallet. It contained three tens and a five. "Would thirty 
bucks make them happy?" 

"Hell, yes. With what they made at the club tonight they'll feel rich. See 
that Toni gets your donation. She's your girl, at least for part of the 
night. I'll do the same for Lulu." 

Aaron mixed a couple of drinks and handed one to Derek. 

"Gulp that down and then strip to your shorts." 

"What?" said Derek. 

"Look, they'll be here in about ten minutes, and we don't want to waste time 
getting ready for a fucking and sucking session." 

"How will they know which room we're in?" 

"Don't worry about it. They'll recognize my car. I've been this route 
before." 

Derek took a long swallow of his drink. His prick began to rise in 
anticipation of what was to come. This time he was determined not to let 
thoughts of Junie interfere with his pleasure. He had decided back at the 
club he'd like to fuck Toni, and he wasn't going to let anything interfere 
with that pleasurable task. 

Aaron had already stripped to his shorts, and Derek could see that he had a 
hard-on that wouldn't quit. Aaron, he noted, was extremely well hung. 

Derek kicked off his shoes and socks, unbuttoned his shirt and stripped it 
off. Then he unfastened his slacks and let them drop to the floor. 

A car drove up outside and stopped. Aaron tossed off the rest of his drink. 
He grinned at Derek. "Get ready for an evening that you won't soon forget," 
he said. 

Someone knocked on the door. Aaron opened it. The two girls entered. Aaron 
closed the door and bolted it. 

Both girls wore extremely short skirts and low-cut blouses. It was obvious 
that neither of them wore bras. 

Lulu, the blonde, rushed into Aaron's arms and pressed her body up against 
his. 

"Oh, darling, darling, this is wonderful! At last! At last!" 

Aaron clutched the blonde fiercely. He drove his tongue between her lips and 
into her mouth. He pulled down the zipper on the back of her blouse and 
helped her struggle out of it. He fondled her tits, caressed them, mouthed 
them, at the same time pulling down the zipper of her skirt, while she 
tugged at the waistband of his shorts. In seconds both were naked, and Lulu 
was holding his rigid jock in her hand, stroking it eagerly. 

"Don't jerk me off," he warned. "I want to fuck you before we get down to 
the extracurricular chores." 

Derek had been watching, fascinated, his own cock pulsating. Suddenly he 
became aware of the other girl, Toni, standing in front of him, pressing her 
body up against his. 

"Hi," she said. "I'm Toni. You must be Derek." 

He nodded. "I'm Derek." He took her into his arms, excitedly aware of her 
soft, warm body pressed so eagerly against his, aware of his tremendous 
hard-on forced up against her abdomen. He kissed her and felt her tongue 
forcing its way between his lips and become engaged with his tongue. 

He reached around back, as Aaron had done, unzipped her blouse and helped 
her off with it while they were still clutched in a tongue-suck embrace. 
Next came her skirt. When it had dropped to the floor, he stood back, 
examining her naked body 

"You're beautiful," he said. "I think I'd like to fuck you." 

"And I think I'd like to have you fuck me, Derek." She reached out and 
started pulling down his shorts. "Let's see what you have to offer." 

His shorts fell to the floor and his prick bounced upright. 

"Do you think that will do the trick?" 

"It's beautiful," she said. She reached out, took it in her hand and began 
stroking it. "It's magnificent. Exactly what I need." 

He picked her up and carried her to the other bed. She lay down happily and 
spread her beautiful legs. 

"You haven't told me I have a pretty cunt." 

"You have a beautiful cunt. The red hair is particularly exciting." 

"Then kiss it first. Afterward stick that magnificent cock of yours into it 
and give me the fucking you promised." 

Obediently Derek buried his face between her legs. He had no qualms about 
eating cunt this time. He had tried it once and decided that he liked it. 

He could feel the heat from her twat, could smell the musky odor. He kissed 
the hot labia lips, then pressed the tip of his tongue against her stiff 
clitoris and diddled it. 

"Oh," she breathed. "Oh, Derek, that's wonderful! Stop now or I'll come. I 
don't want to come until you start fucking me." 

Reluctantly Derek pulled his head away. He would have liked to make her come 
with his tongue. It would have been a sort of triumph, because he was still 
a sort of novice at cunt eating. He was sure that when she started to orgasm 
he could have shot his own wad with a couple of strokes of his fist. 

Momentarily he glanced over at the other bed. Aaron and Lulu had apparently 
had a quickie. Aaron had rolled the blonde over onto her belly and 
jack-knifed her ass Up into a kneeling position. He was poking his still 
iron-hard prick up into her twat via the back door. 

"I'm going to try that next," Derek decided. "I'm going to try fucking this 
broad in every position I can think of." 

Toni had hold of his prick. He was kneeling between her spread legs. "Give 
it to me, Derek. Show me what a good fucking man you are. I want it all." 

Derek eased himself down. Toni seized his cock, then inserted it into the 
proper channel. Derek drove it slowly home, savoring every beautiful 
sensation as inch after inch penetrated into the depths of her honey pot. 

"God!" he breathed, "that's wonderful! It's out of this world! You're really 
the most!" 

Toni moaned in ecstasy. "Derek! Derek! I love it. Pull it out slowly, then 
shove the full length home. Keep fucking me that way as long as you can 
without coming. I want it to last forever and ever." 

For a little while Derek was able to control himself. He fucked her with 
long, measured strokes. He wasn't thinking of Junie now. He was fucking this 
girl just for the sake of fucking. How did he know he wasn't thinking of 
Junie? The very knowledge that he wasn't thinking of Junie indicated that he 
was. 

Beneath him, Toni moaned. "Faster, Derek. You have a magnificent cock. You 
sure know how to fuck a girl. I thought I could hold out longer, but I don't 
think I can. I'm going to begin coming any minute." 

Derek could feel his cock begin to swell. He could feel his balls growing 
hard and knew that they were close to exploding. 

Just before both of them were about to fall over the chasm into the depths 
of glorious sensation, Toni reached around and shoved a finger up Derek's 
ass. He let out a yelp, and then exploded. 

His cock was driven into the hilt in Toni's cunt. He was spurting glob after 
glob of jizum and he was going crazy with the joy of it. She wiggled her 
finger in his asshole and he yelped again with the sheer pleasure of it. 
This was something he had never experienced before, a sensation he had never 
known existed or could exist. 

Suddenly Toni's finger stopped wiggling. She held it up his ass, but it was 
still. Not her own ass, however. She was busily engaged in enjoying her own 
orgasm to the fullest. She moaned and cried out and screamed. Then she 
plunged over the chasm into another galaxy. She soared away. She floated. 
Her body jerked and plunged about in a frenzy of delight. She wasn't aware 
of the stiff prick spurting jizum up into her cunt. She was aware only of 
beautiful, gorgeous sensation. 

Gradually, slowly, delightfully, she drifted back to reality. She became 
aware of the man's face suspended above her own. She became conscious of the 
body pressed hard down on her own. She became cognizant of the fact that she 
had been gloriously superbly fucked. 

She reached up her arms and pulled Derek's mouth down to her own. Moaning 
and groaning, they slobbered over each other. 

"Did you get a good one, Toni?" 

"It was glorious. Beautiful. It couldn't have been better. And you?" 

"I've fucked a lot of girls, but I've never experienced anything like what 
I've just been through." 

"I'm glad. I guess we were meant for each other. You've almost made me not 
want any other cock again." 

They lay for a moment, exhausted, enjoying the press of each other's body. 

"Toni?" 

"Yes, Derek?" 

"Later, as soon as I can get it up again and you're ready, I'd like to eat 
your lovely cunt. Properly." 

"And while you're doing it, I'd like to suck your magnificent cock." 

There was a sudden clapping of hands and Toni and Derek looked across at the 
other bed. Lulu and Aaron were sprawled there, grinning. 

"Good show," Aaron called. 

Derek grinned. "Did you catch the final act?" 

Lulu said, "Watching the performance, I almost came in my pants." 

"What pants?" Aaron looked at her, reached down and felt of her pussy. She 
let out a little squeal of delight. 

Aaron's prick, Derek noticed, was lying supine against his thigh. He had 
apparently shot his load twice, and was ready for a rest. 

Aaron lent action to the thought. He sat up. 

"How about a drink, everybody." 

Derek reluctantly pulled his prong from Toni's pussy. 

"Keep that twat of yours warm," he whispered. "I've plans for it later in 
the evening." 

"It will be hot and waiting," she whispered back. "Whenever you're ready." 

Aaron stood up, and, with his long dong swinging pendulum-like, he crossed 
to the dressing table and began to mix drinks. The girls went into the 
bathroom and the boys could hear the rush of the shower. 

Aaron said, "Probably finger fucking each other while they're cleaning up." 

"You're kidding." Derek was mildly shocked. 

"They're double-gaited, over sexed." 

Derek recalled the beautiful fucking he'd just enjoyed. "It's hard to 
believe." 

"You'll see. The evening's just getting started." 

A few minutes later the girls emerged from the bathroom. They were smiling, 
smug self-satisfied looks on their faces. They were clean, powdered, and 
smelled sweet. 

Lulu, the blonde, came over and put her arm around Derek's waist, pushing 
her pubic hair up against his thigh. Aaron handed them both drinks. 

"Lulu's your girl for the next session," he told Derek. "Treat her right. 
Fuck her well." 

Somewhat taken aback, momentarily jealous, Derek watched as Toni moved up 
beside Aaron, flung her arms about his neck and kissed him, at the same time 
reaching down with one hand, teasing his cock. Derek's emotions were mixed. 
He resented the fact that she had apparently forgotten she'd promised to let 
him eat her cunt while she sucked his cock. 

What the hell kind of people were these, anyway? Was nothing sacred, nothing 
private? 

Apparently nothing was. Carrying their drinks, they moved back to the beds. 
Only this time, Aaron and Toni took the near bed, and Derek and Lulu the far 
bed. They sat down, facing each other. They toasted with their drinks and 
then Toni, apparently having forgotten Derek's existence, concentrated on 
getting Aaron's prick up for action. She played with it, bent over and 
kissed it, caressed his balls. 

Watching, Derek knew momentarily resentment, but it was soon forgotten. Lulu 
had his cock in her hand. 

"It's a beauty, Derek. I want to know it more intimately-in a place where it 
rightfully belongs." 

Derek laughed. "I want it there more than you-right up that beautiful blonde 
cunt." He fondled her beautiful tits, leaned over and kissed each one, 
sucking out the nipples. 

"I like that," the blonde said. "I think you and I are going to enjoy each 
other." 

Suddenly she lowered her half-filled glass of whiskey and soda, picked up 
his still limp cock, and dipped the head into the liquid. She held it there 
for a moment, then lifted the glass to her mouth and took a long swallow. 

"That sweetens it," she said. "I wished you'd pissed in it." 

Aaron suddenly stood up. His cock was sticking straight up and out, hard as 
nails. 

"I think we'd all better have another shot of booze before we go into the 
next act." 

His stiff prick pointing the way, he walked over to the dressing table, 
picked up a bottle of bourbon and brought it back. They all held out their 
glasses and he filled them to the brim. 

"Fuck the soda," Aaron said. "Drink up." 

They all laughed and sipped their drinks. Derek was feeling woozy, but he 
was still horny. Lulu had worked his dong up to fucking dimensions, and he 
was ready to go. 

But this wasn't what Aaron had in mind, and it was Aaron's show. He murmured 
something to Toni. She looked up at him adoringly, and she said, "If it's 
what you want, darling, we'll do it." Toni looked across at Lulu, and Lulu, 
her eyes bright, nodded. 

Aaron stood up. "Get over here, Lulu, and give us a good show." 

Lulu nodded, stood up and sat down beside Toni. Aaron sat beside Derek. 

To Derek's amazement, the two girls lay down, curled themselves around each 
other, thrust heads between wide-open legs, and began sucking each other's 
cunt. 

"Now make it good," Aaron ordered. "I want you both to come." 

The two girls went at their work with gusto, apparently enjoying each other. 
They moaned and groaned and thrashed about and sucked and sucked and sucked. 

Derek watched in fascination. He couldn't quite believe what he was seeing, 
but he had to. His cock began to throb. He had never wanted a cunt to stick 
it in so much before. He almost began jerking himself off. 

Then abruptly he became aware that someone had hold of his cock and was 
playing with it. He wondered if it were Toni or Lulu. Actually, he didn't 
care which. Then his eyes opened wide. It couldn't be either Toni or Lulu. 
They were both busily engaged eating each other's cunts. 

He looked down. The hand that was diddling his prick was big and hairy. It 
was Aaron's. 

"What the hell!" he yelled. "What the hell!" 

"Take it easy," Aaron breathed in his ear. "I told you we were all double 
gaited." 

He hadn't said we. He'd said they, meaning the girls. Derek's impulse was to 
jerk his jock away, to let the guy have one straight in his mouth. But he 
didn't. He didn't know why, but he didn't. He suddenly realized that he was 
about to have his cock sucked by a man, and the idea intrigued him. 

"You've got a beauty," Aaron whispered hoarsely. "I've been watching it all 
evening. I'm going to swallow it." 

It wasn't a question. It was a statement. Derek tensed, but he made no 
outcry or protest. Instead, he began to wonder what it would be like to be 
sucked off by a male. He'd heard about such things, but he'd never believed 
them. 

He looked across at the girls. They were really going to town, really eating 
each other. He had the feeling that they were trying to hurry along their 
orgasms, as Aaron had ordered, so that they could watch Derek being sucked 
off by a man. 

The thought repelled Derek, and yet it didn't He wondered what it would be 
like to take Aaron's cock in his mouth while Aaron was blowing him. He 
decided he'd try it. Just to see what it was like. Just for the hell of it. 

He drained his glass just as Aaron leaned over and began licking the head of 
his prick. Derek's dong began to jerk. He liked it. Hell, he liked it as 
well as if it had been Toni or Lulu. Well, not quite as well. The idea of 
having a girl suck your cock was more inspiring. 

Aaron took the head of Derek's prick into his mouth and began to massage it 
with his lips. At the same time, he swung, his body around so that his jock 
was waving under Derek's nose. Derek could smell it, almost taste it. 

Aaron was now swallowing Derek's stiff prick. He ran the length of it down 
his throat, came back again to the head, licked and tongued it. Aaron's cock 
was bobbing in front of Derek's mouth. It was inviting, demanding. 
Experimentally, Derek leaned over and pressed his lips against the head. It 
wasn't bad. It added to his horniness. He slipped the head between his lips. 
His whole being began to respond. He felt delightful sensation begin to move 
through his entire body. 

"For Christ's sake!" he thought. "Is this what it's like? No wonder the gay 
boys have so much fun." 

Aaron had forsaken Derek's cock for a moment and was sucking his balls, 
licking each one separately. Derek's ass began bouncing around on the bed. 
He began feeling a great fondness for Aaron, almost a feeling of love. 

He began sucking Aaron's cock furiously. Then, remembering a trick Toni had 
showed him, he reached around and stuck his finger up Aaron's ass. 

Aaron stopped massaging Derek's balls with his tongue for a moment. "Man, 
you're learning. That feels great." 

Aaron took Derek's cock into his mouth once more. His cheeks became hollow 
as he sucked the head. 

Derek worked on Aaron's cock furiously. He wanted to give as good as he was 
receiving. And he was receiving plenty. His cock began to swell in Aaron's 
mouth. He was building up for a straight shot down the other's throat. 

Instantly, Aaron stopped sucking, holding the head of Derek's prick between 
his lips. Derek could have killed him. Here he was ready to shoot his wad 
and the sucking machine had shut itself off. Right then he knew that Aaron 
knew what he was doing. He realized that Derek was on the edge, and he 
deliberately stopped him from going over. 

An instant later Derek's near orgasm began to fade, and Aaron started 
sucking again. 

Twice more Aaron brought him up to the brink. This time there was no 
checking the action. This time Derek was going to blow, and neither Aaron 
nor heaven and high water could prevent it. 

Amazingly, Derek realized that Aaron, like a seasoned ringmaster, had timed 
the two eruptions perfectly. Aaron's cock had ballooned in Derek's mouth. 
Jizum had crowded into his balls. He was ready to shoot. 

The first shot of jizum hit Derek forcibly in the roof of his mouth. If he 
had thoughts of pulling out, of spitting out the other man's spend, he 
abandoned the idea almost at once. Much to his astonishment, the jizum 
tasted salty and good. He swallowed once, then again. 

Then Derek realized that his own jizum was spurting down Aaron's throat. His 
ass jerked spasmodically. It was a glorious sensation. 

Derek emptied himself and Aaron licked the last few drops from the head of 
his cock. Derek did the same for Aaron. Two limp cocks were then pulled 
forth to flop tiredly onto the bed. 

Derek rolled over. He felt suddenly ashamed, embarrassed and humiliated. The 
hell of it was he had enjoyed having his cock sucked by a man and he felt 
guilty because of it. 

He closed his eyes, pretending to be asleep. He heard low laughter and felt 
movement. Someone was leaving his bed and another sat on it. A soft hand 
reached over, took hold of his limp cock and gently fondled it. 

A voice said, "We've got to get that young man ready for action again. Don't 
forget that Aaron said I was to be your girl for the next session." 

Derek turned his head. Lulu, her eyes warm and eager, were smiling down at 
him. She gave his cock a gentle squeeze. Derek rolled onto his back, pulled 
her head down and thrust his tongue into her mouth. 

Somehow it seemed more normal, restored his sense of manhood, to have a girl 
fondling his cock while her tongue laced about his. 

 CHAPTER SIX 

When Derek awoke he was lying in his own bed, in his own apartment. He 
hadn't the foggiest notion how he'd gotten there. He didn't care. He was 
just glad to be home. 

The blinds of his bedroom were closed, and for this he was grateful. A burst 
of sunlight on his eyes would have caused his head to explode. Of this he 
was certain. Even in the dim light he felt as though his skull were going to 
crack open. 

He discovered that he was naked and that he had a piss hard-on. He got out 
of bed, staggered toward the bathroom, fell once, picked himself up and went 
on. He relieved himself, fumbled his way into the kitchen and put coffee on 
to perc. When it was ready, he poured some into a cup, added a healthy slug 
of bourbon and sat at the kitchen table drinking it in great gulps. 

Gradually he began to feel better. He tried to recap the events of the past 
evening. They came to him in bits and pieces. Lulu had wanted him to fuck 
her and he'd done his best. She'd suggested that he try fucking her ass. 
Obligingly he had agreed. 

She'd gotten a salve and smeared some over the head of his cock. Then she'd 
gotten up onto her hands and knees and told him to get in between her legs. 
He'd obeyed. 

"Shove it up my ass," she instructed, "but take it easy until you get the 
head in. Then give me the full shot." 

Again he'd obeyed. He'd wiggled the purple head inside her asshole and was 
ready. Surprisingly it had felt good. It had felt delicious. 

Lulu wiggled her ass. "Darling, that's terrific. Now fuck my ass exactly as 
you would my cunt." 

Derek had done just that. He'd fucked her ass furiously. To his astonishment 
it felt terrific. Thunder and lightning exploded through his being. He'd 
never known anything like it. He'd fucked and fucked and fucked. 

"Stick your finger up my cunt," Lulu had screamed at him. "Finger fuck me." 

Once more Derek had obeyed. Her twat was hot and moist. He thrust his finger 
up as far as it would go. 

Lulu had begun thrashing about in a joyful frenzy. He'd had a hard time 
holding her on the bed. 

"Gawd!" she'd screamed. "That's terrific, man! Give it to me! Give it to 
me!" 

And Derek had done just that. He'd jammed his shaft up her ass like a pile 
driver. She'd almost fallen forward, but his finger was hooked up her cunt 
and he'd been able to hold her. 

"Do that again!" she'd begged. "Harder this time. Use two fingers in my cunt 
and keep them moving." 

Derek had thrust two and then three fingers up her twat and diddled her 
furiously. He'd banged his jock up her ass again. Hard. She'd grunted and 
pitched forward again, and again, holding her by her snatch, he'd kept her 
from falling. 

"That's it," she'd grated. "That's right. Now give me some short, hard 
thrusts and diddle my cunt faster. I've started to come." 

Derek had also started. Unbelievably he was going to shoot again. 
Ass-fucking had excited him, built up his sperm. His balls were banging up 
against Lulu's ass cheeks, which charged him up to an even greater degree. 

Lulu was moaning and groaning. Her mouth was open. She was gasping and 
drooling. Her ass moved about frantically. Derek had known she was in the 
throes. 

He began pistoning his cock with all the strength he could muster. Then he 
began to squirt. Jolt after jolt shot up into Lulu's asshole. His jizum 
filled her cavity, overflowed, ran down both hers and Derek's thighs. 

They were both yelling, screaming, reveling in this wonderful, all consuming 
orgasm. 

At last it was over. Breathing hard, still moaning, Lulu had pitched forward 
on the bed. Derek had fallen on top of her, his body twitching in the last 
pulsations of his super orgasm. 

That's when he had blacked out. 

* * * 

Derek finished his coffee royal and poured himself a second cup. This time 
he neglected to add the bourbon. His head felt better and this day he would 
try and get some work done. 

He began thinking about the article he'd promised Tom Slater he would write. 
Nude dancers. Nude dancers. Junie. Goddamn! Last night he'd thought he'd 
been able to forget her. Maybe, for the time being, he had. Now her image 
came flooding back more vividly than ever before. He could see her. He could 
feel her. He could hear her voice. 

"Why don't you come over and give me a good fucking, darling?" 

Shit! He sat up, gulping down the second cup of coffee. He wondered what she 
was doing now. Probably being fucked by some cunt-hungry hippie, by anyone 
who had the price. Being fucked or sucking some half-erected prick. 

The mere thought caused Derek's guts to churn. He jumped up, slogged back to 
the kitchen, poured himself more coffee and this time added a healthy slug 
of bourbon. This time he didn't return to bed, but sat down at the kitchen 
table. 

He tried to think, to reason. What in hell was going to become of him? He 
couldn't go through the next few months of his life fucking every broad he 
could stick his rod into In an effort to forget. 

Or could he? He thought of Betty. She'd said his sickness could be cured 
only by time and fucking other girls, preferably her. He considered calling 
her, then abandoned the idea. She knew his secret. She loved him. In spite 
of her assurance, he'd feel that he was taking advantage of her. He wouldn't 
be able to do the job properly. 

Who then? One of Aaron's nude dancers? He shook his head. They were too 
goddamn professional. This, despite the fact that Junie, the object of his 
misery, was also a professional. 

Who then? Suddenly he jerked erect, his eyes flying open. For crap's sake, 
why hadn't he thought of her before? His sister, Aggie. 

Aggie was Derek's senior by two years. She had been married and divorced 
twice. Right now she was between husbands. Derek hadn't seen her since the 
last legal action had become final. 

His mouth twitched into a smile. How old were they when they first 
discovered sex? As far as he could remember, Aggie had been going on 
seventeen and he was going on fifteen. He recalled the incident clearly. 
Their folks had been out for the evening. Derek had barged into Aggie's 
room, as he had on many previous occasions, math book in hand, with the idea 
of asking her to help him with his home work. 

Aggie was sitting at her dressing table, wearing the sheerest of robes, 
combing her hair. She'd looked at him in the dressing table mirror. 

Without turning, or missing a stroke with her brush, she'd called, "Hi, 
brother. Come on in." 

Derek had walked over and sat down beside her. And then something different 
had happened. For the first time he'd seen her as a girl, not just his 
sister. 

Watching him in the mirror, Aggie had smiled. "Now just what do you think 
you're looking at?" 

"Your tits!" Derek had blurted. "God, Aggie, they're beautiful!" 

"Do you mean you've never noticed my tits before?" 

"No. Well, I mean, of course, but I mean, well, you're my sister." 

"Can't a boy's sister have good-looking tits?" 

"Of course. Gosh, Aggie!" 

Aggie laughed, put down her brush and turned to face him. Her eyes dropped 
to his crotch and she saw the bulge there. "Tell me, little brother, have 
you ever fucked a girl?" 

He shook his head dumbly. Later he learned that Aggie had been thinking 
about a boy in whom she was interested, and was hot as a pistol. 

"Would you like me to show you how to fuck?" 

Derek gulped. He nodded without speaking. She reached down, unbuttoned the 
fly of his pajama bottoms, and took out his cock, stroking it gently. 

"My!" she exclaimed in sheer admiration, "that's a beauty. I'm sorry I 
haven't investigated before this." 

She stood up then, letting her robe fall to the floor, standing before him 
in all her naked glory. 

"Like me?" she asked. 

His eyes roamed up and down her body with a sort of trancelike look. "God, 
sis," was all he could say. "God!" 

"Is mine the first cunt you've ever seen?" 

Her pubic hairs were soft and brown and curly. This time he could only nod. 
His throat felt dry. He couldn't speak. He had begun to tremble. 

"Feel of it," she said. "Stick your finger up inside and diddle me." 

She spread her legs a little. Derek reached down. His hand inserted itself 
in her crotch. His finger sought her cunt. It was moist and warm and 
exciting. Aggie thrust her hips forward and he began diddling her. At the 
same time, instinctively, his free arm encircled her shoulder. He pulled her 
toward him and pressed his mouth against hers. 

Instantly she pulled away. "Open your mouth," she commanded. "Stick your 
tongue in my mouth. Way in." 

Derek did so. He felt Aggie's tongue latch onto his in a frenzy of sucking. 
A warm fiery feeling surged through him. It was like fire. 

Once more Aggie pulled her mouth away. She was breathing hard, her eyes 
bright. "Stop diddling," she ordered, "but keep your finger inside my cunt." 
Derek did as directed. "Now kiss my tits, one at a time, suck them, lick 
them." 

Derek had never known such a wild surge of ecstasy. Aggie was slowly 
stroking his cock, and it was throbbing wildly. He bent over and gulped one 
luscious tit into his mouth. He sucked out one nipple and bit it gently. 
Then he licked the globe all over, making it shine with his saliva. He was 
operating on the second tit when Aggie once more stopped him. She was 
breathing harder now, almost gasping. 

"Enough of preliminaries," she said. She hesitated. "Perhaps I'd better jerk 
you off first. You're so hot you'll probably come before you get your cock 
halfway into my cunt." 

"No, Aggie," he begged. "Don't jerk me off. I want to fuck you. Please, 
Aggie!" 

And Aggie said, unable to control her own horniess any longer, "Very well." 
Still holding his cock firmly, she towed him over to the bed. "Remember, if 
you can't hold out, shoot it into me, but don't pull your prick out. If this 
is your first fuck, it will get hard again soon enough." 

"I won't pull it out, Aggie. I promise." 

She lay down, flat on her back, and spread her legs. "All right. Get in 
between my legs. But first, before you start fucking me, lean forward. I 
want to kiss that handsome fat cock of yours." 

Derek did as he was told. Aggie bent forward, took his pulsating shaft in 
both hands, jiggled it a couple of times, then kissed the head with her 
luscious red lips, slipped it into her warm mouth for a moment and tongued 
it. 

It was only by a masterful effort that Derek kept from coming then and 
there. He didn't, though fighting it was torture. Aggie saved the day by 
pulling her mouth away and lying back. 

"All right," she said, "start fucking me." 

Derek's feeling of excitement and anticipation was something that he never 
forgot. Whimpering, he lowered himself between her legs. Aggie, still 
holding onto his jock, spread her legs even wider. She steered the head into 
her hungry cunt. 

At the first impact, Derek felt a tingle of fire spread itself throughout 
his system. He had never known that there could be such a beautiful 
sensation. 

"Oh!" he cried. "Oh, God, Aggie! It's wonderful!" 

"Do it," she chanted. "Do it, do it, do it. Fuck me." 

She knew, as she had at first feared, that he was going to come almost at 
once. She could feel his cock begin to swell the moment he plunged it into 
her. But now she didn't care. He had promised he wouldn't pull out, and she 
knew that he wouldn't. 

Derek was fucking her furiously, grunting like a stuck pig. She arched up 
her ass to get the full benefit of his every lunge. She spasmed. 

"That will have to hold me," she told herself, "until the next round. If his 
cock stays hard-and I'll make it stay hard, I'll get the kind of orgasm I 
want." 

Derek was moaning, groaning, crying out. He was sweating. He was saying 
things without realizing it. "Jesus Christ, Aggie, you have a wonderful 
cunt. I love your cunt. I love fucking you. I'm going to fuck you a hundred 
times before morning. You're beautiful. I love you." 

Aggie smiled to herself. Her little brother's big cock, she decided, was 
going to take the place of a lot of lesser pricks, not wholly satisfying 
pricks, that she had been messing around with during the past few weeks. 

Derek began to shoot. She could feel the first spurt bang up against her 
womb. She helped him all she could. She wanted this fuck, his first, to be 
completely satisfying. She wanted him to want more, and she wanted her cunt 
to be the recipient of that massive cock. 

She arched up her ass, meeting his every downward plunge. 

"Give it to me, little brother. Give it to me. Fuck my ass off!" 

Derek thought he'd never stop shooting. His jizum filled her to capacity. It 
oozed out between the lips of her twat and ran down her thighs and onto his 
balls. Derek kept pumping. He didn't stop. 

Aggie thought in amazement, "My God, he's still hard! Is he going to fuck me 
a second time without even stopping to rest a minute?" 

Amazingly, that's exactly what Derek intended doing. He just kept on 
fucking. His prick was still hard, and he was still getting the glorious 
sensation throughout his body. 

"The kid's a wonder," Aggie thought. "I'd better get busy if I want to get 
the benefits of that beautiful pounding cock." 

From that point on she concentrated on her own orgasm. She lifted up her 
ass, and swung her hips in a rotary motion. She reached around and caressed 
Derek's balls, and was rewarded with an animal-like cry of appreciation. She 
pulled his head down and drove her tongue deep into Derek's mouth. She 
crooned to him, whispering all the four-letter words she could think of into 
his ear-fuck, cunt, cock, balls, tits-in an endeavor to stimulate him into 
great effort. 

Her endeavors paid off. Her orgasm started, and she knew by the way it 
flooded through her body in a series of minor spasms that it was going to be 
a beaut. It was going to be the best she'd ever known. 

She gripped the cheeks of his ass and pulled him into her. 

"I've started, little brother. I'm on my way to that great mountain peak of 
untold joy. Don't stop. Keep fucking me. Keep pounding it in. Don't stop." 

"I won't," Derek grunted. "Nothing in the world can make me stop." 

And then, to Aggie's great astonishment, his cock began swelling inside her 
cunt again, and for the second time, he began to shoot. 

"I don't believe it," her subconscious mind said. "It's too wonderful!" But 
her conscious mind told her that it was true, and she went back to working 
for the results she now felt she deserved. 

She was floating, floating away on a cloud of ecstasy. Every fiber of her 
being responded to the glorious sensation. Fire swept through her veins. She 
moaned and groaned and whimpered and cried out, raking her nails along his 
back. She screamed and begged and lifted up her ass as high as she could. 

"Oh, God! It can't be so marvelous. That gorgeous cock of yours can't be 
giving me all this pleasure. It's just too much to hope for." 

And then she reached the top. She peaked. She exploded inside. She soared. 
She sailed. She floated on the wings of a sensation that was beyond her 
understanding. She blacked out. 

Gradually, joyously, she returned from the cloud of happiness on which she 
had lain. Derek was sprawled atop her tits, spent, exhausted. He had shot 
his load, his second. His prick was still inserted in her twat. 

She looked up at him, smiling, smoothing his forehead. "That was wonderful, 
little brother. Glorious. Now do you think you know how to fuck a girl?" 

Derek gulped down a great lungful of air. "I don't want to fuck any other 
girl but you." 

Aggie smiled contentedly. "My cunt will be hot and ready anytime you want to 
shove your prick into it, little brother." 

* * * 

For the rest of the summer Derek had fucked his sister every chance he had. 
When his mother went shopping while his father was at work, he'd go to her 
room and find her waiting with wide-open arms and wide-open legs. Whenever 
their folks went out for an evening, Aggie would come to his room or he'd go 
to hers and they'd fuck the hours away. 

She taught him all the positions she knew: The dog fashion, the stand up, 
the reverse angle. He'd even shoved his prick up her ass and blasted a load 
of jizum into her cavity. 

She'd never sucked his cock, nor had he eaten her cunt. Without words, they 
had come to a mutual understanding about that. Aggie would tease him. She'd 
buy sexy underwear and make him help her try it on. Once she came home with 
a pair of black panties that were practically nothing. He was helping her 
into them, and suddenly could stand it no longer. He'd thrown her down on 
the floor, pulled aside the strap over her cunt, thrust his prick inside and 
fucked her while she was still wearing the panties. Aggie had loved it. 

In the fall, things changed. Aggie went away to college, and Derek got his 
driver's license. He had discovered that back-seat fucking was enjoyable. He 
discovered, also, that few of the girls he took out had ever been screwed by 
a prick as big as his. It wasn't long before word got around, and the girls 
were standing in line, waiting for his nod. 

In the spring, Aggie came home, and, her eyes shining, announced that she 
was married. Derek fucked her for the last time that night. It was a 
nostalgic but an exciting and eager occasion. They hadn't seen each other in 
almost nine months. Both were more mature, more experienced. They went at 
each other savagely. 

"The last time, little brother," Aggie had whispered in his ear. "So give it 
to me good." 

Derek gave it to her good. He couldn't have done otherwise. It was as though 
this were the first time he had fucked her. It was like having new stuff, 
hot stuff. 

Derek held back as long as he could, then shot his load. Aggie came with 
him, exploding up to Cloud Nine, then gently floating back to settle 
comfortably and drowsily in his arms, completely satisfied, gloriously 
fulfilled. 

Later, with Aggie's tits pressed close to him, with his hand between her 
legs, pressed flat against her twat, and his prick nestled snugly in her 
fist, Derek had asked, "This George guy that you're going to marry. Are you 
sure that you're in love with him?" 

"Oh, yes, little brother. He's everything I've ever wanted in a man, a 
husband." 

"Tell me about him." 

Aggie described George in detail, and then said, "He screwed me on our first 
date. I've never been better screwed." 

"Never?" 

Aggie giggled. "Except by you, little brother. But I can't marry you. George 
is-was-a stranger that first night. He excited and aroused me with his first 
kiss. I knew I'd found what I want. He's never ceased to arouse me since." 

"I'm jealous." 

Aggie had smiled and kissed him, squeezing his cock at the same time. "I'm 
glad, little brother. I think I'd be jealous too if you told me you'd fallen 
in love with someone I didn't know at all." She drew the tip of her tongue 
along his lips, then momentarily thrust it all inside. "Fuck me once more, 
little brother, so we'll both have pleasant memories." 

And so they had. 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

Aggie answered on the first ring. 

"Hi, sis." 

"Little brother!" Her voice sounded warm and eager. "It's about time. I 
thought you'd forgotten your big sister." 

"Hardly. I've been meaning to call you." 

"Well, why haven't you?" She was pretending petulance. 

"Damn it, Aggie, I'm a working man." He hesitated. "I'm working on a piece 
for Tom Slater at the Journal. I got hung up on it and thought that if you 
weren't busy I'd drop by and we could kick it around." 

"The way we used to kick your math problems around?" she laughed. "It just 
so happens that I'm free for the rest of the day. How soon can you get 
here?" 

"How about half an hour?" 

"I'll be waiting." 

During the short drive to Aggie's apartment, Derek wondered what she was now 
like. After all, she'd been through two marriages and was probably now 
working on what was to be her third. Both number one and number two husband 
had made handsome settlements; financially, Aggie was well fixed. 

His thoughts drifted back again to their early fucking days and by the time 
he reached the swank building in which Aggie's apartment was located, he had 
a hell of a hard-on. 

Aggie was apparently waiting for him. He knocked once and the door was flung 
open. And there stood Aggie, a warm welcoming smile on her lips. 

"Little brother!" She dragged him inside, closed the door and flung herself 
into his arms. "Let me feel you and taste you." 

She pressed her warm body up to his, and lifted up her partly open mouth. 
Derek held her close, pressing his mouth against hers, allowing his tongue 
to roam inside and thrilled to the manner in which she accepted it. 

She broke away at last. "Come over and sit down. I'll fix us a drink. We 
have so much catching up to do." 

He sat on the sofa and watched her cross to the bar. She bent over and the 
very short skirt she wore rode up almost to her ass. He noted with a tart 
that she wasn't wearing any panties and he could see her pubic hairs. 

She returned to the sofa with the two drinks, handed him one and sat down 
close to him, crossing her legs. They were beautiful legs, shapely and sexy. 
He lifted his eyes and saw with another start that she was braless. Most of 
her tits were exposed because of the low-cut dress she was wearing. Her 
breasts bulged above the bodice. 

She was looking at him archly. "Now just what are you looking at, little 
brother?" 

Impulsively, he blurted, "Those gorgeous tits of yours." 

Aggie laughed gaily. "Do you remember when you said that before?" 

"I remember." 

"And do you remember what happened afterward?" 

"I've been thinking of it all the way over here." 

Her eyes dropped to his crotch. "Is that why you have such a hard-on?" 

It was Derek's turn to laugh. "I imagine I have that hard-on for the same 
reason that you're wearing that dress with nothing underneath." 

Smiling, they toasted each other. Then, warily watching each other, they 
finished off their drinks and put the glasses on the coffee table. Still 
neither spoke, but the breathing of both had increased. 

Aggie said, "What now, little brother?" 

"Do you want the truth?" 

"Nothing else but." 

Derek wet his lips. "I'd like to fuck you, sis." 

Aggie clapped her hands in sheer delight. "Oh, I hoped you'd say that. I 
know! Let's re-enact that first night, the night I taught you how to fuck." 

"Suits me fine, only this time I might be able to teach you a few things 
about that gentle art." 

"Gentle, my ass!" Aggie was on her feet, unzipping her dress. "I want you to 
give it to me with that same savage enthusiasm you used to have." 

She stood before him once more in all her naked glory, more appealing than 
ever, flat bellied, big titted and full fannied. 

"You can just get out of those clothes, little brother. You have something I 
remember fondly, something I want to see and feel." 

Derek stripped quickly. His prick stood out big and proud. Aggie sucked in 
her breath. "My! It's just as big and glorious as ever. My!" she said again, 
and reached for it. 

Derek pulled her in close to him. He reached down between her legs, and she 
spread them. His finger found her warm, soft cunt. He began to diddle her. 
She moaned sweetly. 

"Hey!" he exclaimed, "you're not as tight as you used to be." 

"Since the last time you were up there I've been well reamed by a couple of 
husbands and a dozen other guys." She kissed him feverishly. "But that 
beautiful cock of yours can give me what I want." 

"Sit down," said Derek. 

"What? Don't you mean lie down, dear?" 

"No. I mean sit with your ass on the edge of the sofa and your legs wide 
open." 

Aggie giggled. "It's been a long time since I've had it this way." She sat 
and opened up her legs wide. Derek knelt between them and stared at her cunt 
for moments. 

"I've thought about that twat of yours a good many times in the past couple 
of years. Now I just want to look at it for a minute." 

"It is as inviting as you remember?" 

"More so." Derek licked his lips. "It's a beautiful hot cunt, sis." 

"Well, don't just squat there. Do something!" She reached down and seized 
his cock. "Come here. Have I got to show you all over again how to fuck a 
girl?" She giggled with glee. 

"I'd love you to." 

She stroked his jock a couple of times. "Do you want me to jerk you off?" 

"No, you bitch. You know I don't." 

Aggie laughed, but her eyes were feverish. "Very well. Lean forward." 

Derek leaned forward. He could feel the head of his cock being inserted into 
that eager hot cunt. He thrust his ass forward. 

"Okay," he grunted. "I'll take it from here." 

He began to fuck her with long measured strokes. She twisted about wildly. 
"Oh, little brother, faster. Don't torture me. Make this first one a 
quickie. I can come any time. We have the rest of the day to mess around and 
experiment." 

She thrust her twat up to meet his downward plunges. Derek picked up speed. 
Faster and faster he began driving his cock down into that hungry cunt. 
Savagely, brutally, he started pounding his meat home. 

"Like that? Is that the way you want it?" 

She began twisting and turning in a frenzy of delight. Her eyes were closed, 
a beatific look on her face. 

"Oh, yes, little brother! Like that! It's wonderful! It's beautiful! Drive 
it home, little brother! Give it to me. You're the greatest! I've never 
enjoyed being screwed more." 

Derek felt his cock begin to swell. In an effort to hold back, he jammed his 
prick far up into her pussy and, with a great effort, he held it still. He 
could feel her warm cunt juices oozing out around the stem of his jock. 

"Don't stop!" she screamed at him. "For God's sake, don't stop now! I've 
started to come! Yeow! Am I going to come. Fuck me, little brother." 

Little brother fucked her. He gave it all he had, which was about nine 
inches of big, fat cock with a powerhouse behind it. 

Even after the first spurt of his jizum, he continued to fuck with 
unrelenting savagery. He wondered if he could come a second time without 
pulling out, but he knew he couldn't. Those days were gone forever. 

He looked down into the sweet face of his sister. Her expression was 
contorted in the efforts of a beautiful orgasm. Her mouth was open. She was 
sweating and breathing hard. She was mum-ling incoherently. 

"Fuck-lock it-lock big fat cock-screw me- make me come more." 

But she knew she couldn't come more. She was drained, spent. Her tossing ass 
became still at last. She opened her eyes and looked up into the eyes of her 
brother. 

"Did you get a good one, sis?" 

"You better believe it, little brother." Impulsively she pulled his head 
down and kissed him, running her tongue into his mouth. "You're the 
greatest! I've missed you. I'd almost forgotten how great you were." She 
searched his eyes. "I want you to fuck me some more." 

"I planned to spend the day fucking you. That's why I'm here." 

She locked her arms about his back. "I don't know why I ever thought another 
man could satisfy me as completely. You spoiled me, little brother." 

"You'd been screwed before I came into the picture." 

"Whuff! Puppy love stuff. Teasers. Not one of the boys who had me knew the 
first thing about satisfying a girl. They were thinking only of themselves. 
A quick jazz, then off to get a malt and a hamburger. I was really wanting 
that night you first stuck it into me." 

"And I've been wanting ever since." 

They were both lying to a certain degree, and they both knew it. But the 
words sounded good, and they actually did fulfill each other. 

Derek rolled off her, pulling out his dong. It snapped like an elastic. They 
both laughed. 

"It'll take me about two minutes to get that young man ready for action 
again." 

"I think we'd both better fortify ourselves with some bacon and eggs and a 
couple of glasses of milk. I'm starved." 

Both naked, they went into the kitchen. Aggie, interspersing her movements 
with a lot of cock grabbing and allowing herself to be diddled, succeeded at 
last in preparing their breakfast. They sat side by side in the breakfast 
nook, arousing each other with every slight movement of their bodies, and 
ate. They talked of old times, fucking times. Aggie told of the time she had 
caught their mother and father screwing. 

"They didn't know I was in the bathroom. They'd left their door partly open. 
When I came by, I looked in. They were really at it, enjoying themselves. It 
was beautiful to watch. You knew they were fucking only for love." Aggie 
paused. "I guess that's what got me started on the sex kick, but it wasn't 
till I discovered you had such a terrific prong that I enjoyed it as much as 
I could." 

"Didn't either of your husbands have big dicks?" Re asked sympathetically. 

"Fairly." She frowned. "They were both nice guys, Derek. They fucked me for 
love." Again she paused. "I think there must be something wrong with me. I 
think I'm oversexed. I enjoy screwing just for the pleasure of screwing." 

"And am I glad. That's selfish of me, I know, but it's the way I feel." 

"Then feel me, little brother." 

By the time they finished eating, Derek had another enormous hard-on, and 
Aggie's twat was swimming. This time they went into the bedroom. For a time 
they lay close together, playing with each other. Then Aggie got up onto her 
hands and knees and spread her legs. 

"Give it to me dog fashion, little brother. I like to look down between my 
legs and watch that beautiful prick of yours in action. Give it to me the 
way I taught you." 

Derek smiled, kneeling between her wide-open legs. "The way you taught me," 
he murmured, "with certain embellishments." 

It was a more satisfactory fuck. Afterward, they lay stretched on the bed, 
exhausted but happy. They talked of sex and teased each other. By noon they 
were both ready for another round. This time Aggie was on top and Derek 
enjoyed watching her tits bobbing around, feeling of them, sucking them. 

They spent an hour killing a fifth of bourbon. Then they went at it again. 
This time it took longer for either of them to reach a climax. When they 
finally exploded simultaneously after exhausting and breathtaking efforts, 
both were spent beyond repair. 

They slept. 

It was almost dark when Derek awoke. For a few minutes he lay in that half 
state between full wakefulness and slumber. Gradually he oriented himself, 
remembering where he was and recalling the delights of the past hours. Then 
abruptly he closed his eyes tight. An image of Junie had danced before his 
vision. 

"Shit!" he thought. "Isn't there an end to this goddamn nightmare?" He 
gritted his teeth. "You bitch," he thought. "You whore! What do you think 
you're doing?" 

And a little voice far back, in his mind answered, "Who the hell are you 
kidding, jerk? It isn't her fault. It's yours. You wanted to fuck her and 
you did. She wanted to suck your cock, and she did. Now she's having her fun 
with someone else and you're moping around like a sick cow. If she can 
forget you, you can forget her. Or haven't you got the guts?" 

The tortured weak feeling swept through him anew. He didn't have the guts, 
and he knew it. He was hooked, lost. She was destroying him as surely as if 
she were a malignancy deeply embedded in his being. 

Derek opened his eyes and turned his head to look at his sister. She was 
sleeping peacefully and deeply, a beatific look on her face. In the dim 
light he could see her curly cunt hairs-outlined against her white skin. She 
was lying on her side, with one beautiful tit pressed under her, the other 
hanging loosely. He bent over, kissed her lightly on the forehead, then 
pulled up the sheet, covering her nudity. 

He thought, "You're a great piece of ass, sis. Just great." Then a feeling 
of guilt enveloped him, because in effect those were the words he used to 
Junie after he'd fucked her. 

Hating himself because Junie, the tramp, was still on his mind, he got out 
of bed carefully, dressed and let himself out of the apartment. 

At home he overcame an almost impelling desire to call Junie only because of 
the fact that at this hour she would be tossing her twat around on a lighted 
stage for the benefit of a bunch of bewhiskered, leering perverts. The 
knowledge was like a stab in his heart. 

Tomorrow he'd call her. He wouldn't be able to stop himself and he knew it. 
Somehow he'd get her to come to his office again. He had to see her, to talk 
to her, to feel her and, yes, to fuck her once more. 

Derek knew that he should spend the evening with some friends at a night 
club or in a beer joint; anywhere, doing anything in an effort to forget. 
Instead, he poured himself a stiff drink and sat in the dark, commiserating 
with himself, bringing on self-inflicted suffering by filling his thoughts 
with memories of Junie. 

It was only after he had consumed more than a half bottle of bourbon that he 
was able to sleep. Even so, he was awake shortly after the sun was up. His 
heart was singing. Today he would hear Junie's voice. He would see her and 
hopefully, feel her. 

Derek took his time about shaving, showering, preparing his breakfast and 
eating it. He didn't want to call Junie too early. He knew she worked until 
two in the morning when the beer joints were forced to close by law. She'd 
probably sleep late. 

It was after nine when he reached his office. He killed time by fiddling 
around with some papers on his desk, straightening out the covers on the cot 
in the back room, going over and over again exactly what he'd say to Junie 
once he got her on the phone. He'd sound casual, businesslike. He mustn't 
let eagerness creep into his voice. He mustn't let her suspect that he 
wanted her to come to his office merely because he wanted to see and talk to 
her. 

He had a momentary sense of guilt when he thought of the ostensible purpose 
of the interview. Tom Slater was expecting him to write an article on the 
nude dancers, and so far he hadn't put down a line. 

At ten o'clock, Derek could stand it no longer. He dialed Junie's number. On 
the third ring, a sultry voice answered. Derek's heart leaped into his 
throat. 

"Hi, Junie. This is Derek." 

"Who?" 

His heart dropped back. Good God, didn't she even remember his name? Had she 
forgotten him that quickly? 

"Derek. Derek Wilson. You know, the guy who interviewed you on the nude 
dancers." 

"Oh! Oh, darling! Of course I remember. Wow! That was some interview." 

Laughing now, feeling almost happy, Derek said, "I enjoyed it. You were 
terrific." 

"How's the article coming?" 

"That's what I called you about, Junie. I'm halfway through and I'm stuck on 
a couple of points I neglected to ask you about the other day. I wondered if 
you could drop by for a few minutes." 

"Today?" 

"Would some other day be better?" 

"No." She paused. "I've so many things to do, and then there's the 
babysitter to think of. Babysitters charge such outrageous prices these 
days." 

Derek cried eagerly, "Let me pay for the babysitter. It was stupid of me not 
to think of the expense. Look, I'll have a check for fifty dollars waiting 
when you get here. Will that be enough?" 

Junie laughed softly. "More than enough, darling. What time would you like 
to have me get there?" 

"Now! As soon as you can." 

Again that soft laugh. "Well, let's see. It's now just after ten. Suppose I 
try to make it by noon?" 

"Wonderful! Would you like me to take you out to lunch?" 

"No. I'm still in bed. Naked: In a few minutes I'll get up, shower, and have 
my breakfast. I should be able to make it by twelve." 

"Wonderful! I'm looking forward to seeing you again." 

"Darling, I'm looking forward to seeing you." 

Derek hung up. He was dancing on air. He was sweating. He was trembling. And 
he had a hard-on. 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

Junie Kellerman had learned at an early age that the most powerful weapon a 
woman possessed lay between her legs. Her cunt. And she had learned to use 
it effectively and for her own benefit. She liked being fucked, and she 
liked sucking cocks. Especially big ones. She liked the taste of a man's 
jizum. She liked having him squirt it into her mouth and swallowing it. 

Through the years, she had also learned that all men wanted to fuck her, 
some for mere lust and some because they thought they had fallen in love 
with her. She had learned, merely from the expression in a man's eyes, the 
things he said, the way she acted, to distinguish between lust and love. 

She preferred the latter. It gave her a sense of power. A sadist by nature, 
she enjoyed the lovers more. She enjoyed amusing herself at their expense. 
She enjoyed humiliating them, making them beg for access to her twat, 
destroying them. She was hard and tough and unrelenting, yet no man 
suspected it. On the surface she was sweet and wholesome and pure. It wasn't 
until a man got his jock buried deep in her pussy that he became aware of 
her real character. It was then that she dropped all pretense and gave as 
much as she received. 

Junie was reasonably sure that Derek Wilson had fallen in love with her. She 
had seen it in his tortured eyes when she had described her fucking 
experiences. She had felt it when he rammed his big fat cock up inside her 
cunt. She had heard it in his voice. 

And now, after this morning's telephone conversation, she was positive. 
There had been a tremor in his voice. He had sounded too eager. She could 
imagine that long fat cock of his swelling inside his pants while he talked 
to her. The thought of that oversized prick caused her own cunt juices to 
run. 

Remembering the conversation, she smiled to herself. Fifty bucks! This kid 
was going to be a pushover. If she could hold out before she let him screw 
her, she was going to have fun. She was going to make him jump through 
hoops, get down on his knees and beg for it, demonstrate in the most 
humiliating way she could think of how much he loved her and how much he 
wanted to fuck her. 

The minute Junie stepped into Derek's office, she knew that her triumphant 
was complete. He looked up from his desk and smiled a welcome. 

"Hi," he said. 

"Hello, darling." 

She knew that he was desperately trying to sound and act casual. But she saw 
at a glance that his whole body was trembling. She saw the wild look in his 
eyes. She noticed that the interview chair had been pulled closer to his 
desk and more to the side so that he could have an unobstructed view of all 
of her when she sat down. 

"This," she thought cruelly, "is going to be one hell of an exciting 
session. At least for me." 

She closed the door and heard the automatic lock snap into place. Derek 
nodded to the interview chair and she sat down. Her short skirt rode up 
until the hem barely covered her snatch. She glanced at his crotch and saw 
with satisfaction that he had enormous hard-on. 

Derek was having a hard time controlling himself. His impulse was to grab 
her, to cover her face with kisses, to tell her that he was madly, 
hopelessly in love with her, to fondle her tits, to feel of her ass and to 
fuck her and fuck her and fuck her. He wanted to plunge his cock up into 
that sweet, hot cunt of hers and keep it there forever and ever. 

He clenched his fists in a desperate attempt to stop his hands from 
trembling. 

Junie was saying, "How's the article coming?" She spoke softly, her green 
eyes wide and innocent-looking. 

Derek wrenched his own eyes away from her beautiful legs. He tried to smile. 

"As I mentioned over the phone, I need a little more information. Oh, by the 
way. I have your check ready." He opened up a desk drawer, took the check 
out and handed it to her, cursing himself because his hand was trembling so 
much he almost dropped it. 

But Junie seemed not, or pretended not, to notice. She took the check and 
slipped it into her purse. "You're most generous, darling. Now what further 
information can I give you?" 

"Well, I was wondering if you were ever arrested." 

"Busted?" She laughed. "Yes. Once." 

"Tell me about it." 

"Well, it was when we nude dancers were allowed to do floor work." 

"Floor work?" 

"Oh, I'm sorry. I forgot. That was when we would lie down on the floor, 
spread our legs, and let the customers see what they wanted to see most. 
Cunts. Cunts moving around as though we were being fucked." 

Derek felt his guts begin churning again. God, why did he have to suffer 
like this? Showing off her twat to a bunch of leering perverts was what she 
was supposed to do. That's the way she made her living. That, he thought, 
tormenting himself further, and fucking. 

He licked his lips. "And now you're not allowed to do floor work?" 

"No. The law stepped in and said we'd have to keep standing and hold our 
legs together except for an occasional kick." 

"And you were doing floor work when you were arrested?" 

"Yes. I was spread-eagled with my pussy fully revealed for the paying 
customers. There were two policemen. I didn't even know they were on the 
stage until they lifted me up, set me on my feet, and told me to go and get 
dressed." 

"Did they go with you?" 

"Only as far as the dressing room door. They stayed outside until I got 
dressed." 

"Then what happened?" 

Junie shrugged. "Then we started for downtown." 

The churning in Derek's guts had subsided somewhat. "Did either of them make 
a pass at you during the trip?" 

"Do you mean, did they fuck me?" 

Derek nodded dumbly. 

Junie laughed gleefully. "They took turns. One of them fucked me in the back 
seat while the other drove. He drove up into the hills and parked. By that 
time the cop who was screwing me got his rocks off, but I hadn't come. The 
bastard was too eager. I don't think he'd had a piece of ass in weeks." 

"Well, anyway, it didn't really matter. The second cop was in back with his 
cock in his hand before the first barely had time to get off. Number two had 
a bigger jock, and he was more considerate. Or maybe I was just too hot. I 
came in a great gusher while he was shooting his load." 

Junie paused and sighed in happy reminiscence. "That was really something, 
being fucked by two cops in the back of a police car." 

Derek felt numb. His guts were turning over. He felt almost mentally ill. 
"Was that the end of it?" he managed. 

"Hell, no! They undressed me and then undressed themselves. We messed around 
for awhile." She laughed. "They had a pair of tits and a hot cunt to play 
with and I had two pairs of balls and two beautiful pricks." She gave a 
little shiver of delight, remembering. "It was fun." 

"Did-did anything else happen?" 

"Plenty. I gave them both a blow job. While I was sucking one cock, the 
other fucked my ass. Then we switched around. I sucked the second cock and 
the first cop mouthed my pussy." She sighed again, a contented smile on her 
face. "It was some night." 

"How long did this sex orgy last?" 

"Who knows? After a while, we all lost track of time. All I know is it was 
nearly daylight when the bastards drove me home." 

"Then they never did take you to pail." 

"Hell no! Those two yahoos could barely stand up when I got through with 
them." 

Junie suddenly fastened her eyes on Derek. She had been well aware of how 
she had been torturing him. He was suffering and it delighted her. She had 
made herself horny just talking about her night with the cops. Her cunt 
juices had started to flow. And one look at Derek's huge cock straining 
against his fly made her squirm a little. But she wasn't quite ready to be 
fucked. She had a plan she wanted to put into execution first. She knew this 
man would do anything she ordered him to do. 

Casually, she asked. "Have you missed me, darling?" 

"God, have I missed you! Junie. I've thought of no one or nothing since." 

He was babbling incoherently, and her sense of power rose. 

"So who have you been fucking?" 

"No one, Junie," he lied. "I haven't been fucking anyone." 

"You're lying." 

"I'm not, June. I'm not lying. Please believe me." 

"Then how have you been getting your rocks off?" 

"I haven't." 

"Now don't give me that. A man, with a jock the, size of yours, doesn't just 
sit around looking at television. It's more than likely you have a bunch of 
girls with hot twats standing in line, just waiting for you to snap your 
fingers." 

"No, Junie! That isn't true." 

She laughed hollowly. "Then how did you get sexual satisfaction?" 

He looked at her desperately, pleadingly. His eyes were wild. He wasn't 
rational, and she knew it. 

"Tell me!" she snapped. 

He looked at her shapely legs. "I-I jerked myself off." 

"That's better. Tell me what you were thinking of when you jerked yourself 
off." 

"I was thinking of you, Junie. It's all I've been thinking of." 

"What did you imagine you were doing to me?" 

"I imagined I was fucking you." 

"Is that all?" 

"No. I imagined you were sucking my cock and I was-was eating your cunt." 

"Show me how you jerk yourself off." 

"No!" 

"Very well." Junie's face hardened. She picked up her purse, pulled down her 
skirt and prepared to stand. "If you can't do a little thing like that-" 

Derek leaped to his feet. "Don't go, Junie. Oh, please don't go." 

"Then show me." 

"All right. I will." He looked at her with puppy dog eyes. "Will you let me 
fuck you afterward?" 

"We'll see. It depends upon what kind of a show you put on." She reached 
down, unzipped his fly and took out his throbbing cock. She stroked it a few 
times, sucked in her breath, and gave it a squeeze. 

Derek plopped back into his chair, took the massive prong in his hand and 
prepared to jerk himself off. 

"Wait a minute." 

Junie sat down facing him and lifted up her skirt. She was wearing no 
panties. "Would you like to look at my cunt while you're showing me how you 
jerk yourself off?" 

"Yes," he breathed. "Oh, yes!" 

She spread her legs and he could see the red-hot lips of her twat nestled in 
her brown, curly cunt hairs. 

His prick throbbed in his fist. He began stroking, staring fixedly at that 
sweet cunt. He knew before he'd hardly gotten underway that he was going to 
shoot his load almost at once. And he thought, "What a waste." 

Junie watched him in silence for a moment, her eyes wide and feverish. Her 
breathing had become fast and ragged. There was a fine film of sweat on her 
forehead. Her cunt was a fire-box. 

She could tell by the way he speeded up his jerks that he was close to an 
orgasm. 

"Wait!" she shrieked suddenly. "Stop!" She leaped to her feet, yanked up her 
skirt and straddled him. She seized his throbbing cock and inserted it into 
her steaming cunt. 

"Fuck me!" she screamed into his ear. "Fuck me, you bastard, and don't stop 
fucking until I'm ready to come." 

Derek held his cock still. It was throbbing up inside that wondrous, sweet 
beautiful cunt. He gritted his teeth. He'd hold back if it killed him. He 
loved this girl so much. He'd do anything she asked. Anything. 

Junie was skillfully moving her ass up and down, riding the length of his 
shaft, rotating her ass, knowing that she was on the verge, knowing that in 
a minute she'd be in heaven. This cock that she was riding, this man who was 
moaning and groaning beneath her, was giving her ten times the sensation 
than the two cops had given her with their over eager, selfish pricks. He 
was holding back because he loved her and he wanted to give her as much 
enjoyment as he was receiving. In that moment she felt an emotion that was 
closely akin to love, but passion overcame it. 

She pulled open her blouse and shoved one of her tits into his mouth. "Suck 
it," she breathed. "Lap it. Get it all wet and shiny, then go to work on the 
other tit." 

Derek was a smoldering volcano. He was ready to boil over. With a superhuman 
effort, he held off the eruption. It was what this lovely girl wanted, and 
he'd do it. Savagely he mouthed her tits. He imagined that they were his 
tits and his alone. The thought sent a tingling sensation up his spine. 

Junie was gasping and moaning. "Oh, God!" she sobbed. "Oh, God! It's 
beautiful! It's glorious! Just one more minute, darling, and I'll have it." 
Her ass began to churn. "There! Oh, there! It's started! Stop sucking my 
tits and kiss me. Drive your tongue into my mouth. I want you, darling. I 
want all of you. I want this to be another perfect fuck." 

Nothing that she could have said could have driven Derek to a higher plane 
of exhilaration. "Another perfect fuck," she had said. That meant that when 
he had fucked her before she had thought of it as being perfect. 

He wrapped his arms strongly about her back and pulled her open mouth down 
to his. He thrust his tongue inside, and knew a thrill when it was engaged 
by hers. 

In a moment she pulled away. "Fuck me, darling Derek," he gasped. "Fuck me. 
I'm right at the peak." 

With a great sigh of relief, Derek thrust his hips upward and let go. Great 
gushers of jizum spurted against her womb. They kept spurting and spurting. 

Junie was in an agony of delight. She spasmed and spasmed and kept on 
spasming. She was sobbing and gasping. She felt that she was all cunt. 
Nothing else mattered but her cunt and the marvelous, tremendous cock that 
was socking it to her, giving her so much pleasure. 

Fleetingly, the thought went through her mind that she'd save her cunt for 
that cock for all time. She'd never had such a genuine, enthusiastic fucking 
in her life. Was that because he loved her? 

Junie was making contented mewing sounds now. She was cooing. She circled 
the top of his head with her arm and kissed him wetly. Derek gripped her 
sweet bare ass in his hands. 

"Don't get off," he begged. "Stay there. I like the feeling of my cock up 
inside that beautiful cunt of yours." 

"Even though you don't have a hard-on?" 

"It will be hard again in a minute. I'll be able to fuck you again." 

She lifted up her head and smiled down at him. "You've fallen in love with 
me, haven't you, Derek?" 

"Yes, Junie. I love you more than I ever thought it possible to love 
anyone." 

"Do you think of me a lot?" 

"Every second of every minute of every hour." 

"Do you love me enough to do a-a favor?" 

"Anything, Junie. Anything at all. Nothing would make me happier than to 
know I was doing something that would please you." 

She thought, "He's hooked. I have him just where I want him. The poor 
sucker's out of his mind for want of me." 

Derek was saying, "Junie." 

"Yes?" 

"Do you love me? Just a little." 

She wiggled her ass and kissed him. "I think I love you quite a lot." 

He was silent for a moment, not daring to ask the next question for fear her 
answer would be in the negative. His prick had stopped softening and was 
growing harder deep inside her twat. He let go of her ass, reached up and 
tunneled both her tits, fondling and sucking each in turn. 

"Junie." 

"Yes, Derek, darling?" 

"Would you consider divorcing your husband and marrying me?" 

"Oh, my goodness!" 

"I'm rich, Junie. I could and would give you anything you wanted. We'd 
travel. We'd go everywhere. All I ask in return is that you belonged to me, 
loved me." 

The fragmentary thoughts that had been forming in Junie's mind were now 
beginning to take shape. This was what she had wanted to hear. 

There was hope in Derek's eyes as he waited for an answer. "Would you, 
Junie? Would you?" 

She brushed her lips across his. She was enjoying this. She could feel his 
cock beginning to swell inside her pussy. She couldn't resist one more 
sadistic thrust. 

Instead of answering his question, she made as if she were going to stand 
up, to leave him with his hardened prick waving in the air. 

"I must go," she said. "My husband gets off early today. He'll expect me to 
be there when he gets home." 

Derek gripped her ass savagely. "Why will he expect you to be there? Why?" 

"Because as usual he'll want to fuck me when he first comes into the house. 
He always does. He gets a hard-on on the way home, just thinking about it." 

She saw the tortured look come into Derek's eyes and reveled in it. Oh, she 
was going to enjoy herself at the expense of this man's suffering. He was in 
even deeper than she had thought. She could claim that gigantic cock any 
time she chose, and he would be fucking her for love, which, she decided, 
was the most exciting, the most sensational of any way at all. 

Before he could speak again, Junie said, "Would you like to have me come 
here tomorrow?" 

"Yes. Oh, could you, Junie? Would you?" 

"I have the whole day to myself. We could fuck all day." Suddenly she 
frowned. "Damn! I forgot about the babysitter." 

"I'll take care of her, Junie. I'll give you another check before you leave. 
Please let me." 

She wiggled down on his now stiff prick, impaling herself. "Darling, I can't 
expect you to-" 

"Please let me, Junie. It's what I want to do." 

She wiggled again, lifting herself up again, then sinking back. He started 
fucking her. 

"Well, all right then. You're very generous darling." 

He smothered her tits with kisses. "Thank you, dearest. There's just one 
thing." 

"Oh?" Her voice was suddenly cold. 

"Will you give me the answer to my question tomorrow? Will you tell me 
whether or not you'll divorce your husband and marry me?" 

Junie's breathing had increased. She had gotten a purchase on the office 
floor with her feet and was gliding up and down on his shaft. Her eyes were 
closed and there was an ecstatic look on her face. 

He took her by the shoulders and shook her gently. "Will you?" he insisted. 
"Tell me." 

"Yes," she breathed. "Yes, I'll give you my answer. Now fuck me." 

"Oh, Junie!" He flung his arms about her shoulders and buried his face in 
her tits. And he began fucking her with joyful upthrusts of his hips. 

It took them longer to climax this time, but they enjoyed every second of 
it. Junie alternated between throwing her head far back and moaning loudly, 
as spasm after spasm thundered through her body, and leaning forward with 
drool running from the corners of her open mouth and working furiously at 
her chosen task. 

Both of them began to sweat. Once they paused, their eyes closed, resting. 
Junie leaned forward and whispered in Derek's ear. "I think we can make it 
again, darling. I can feel that big, fat, glorious cock of yours inside my 
cunt. It's as hard as a rock. Don't give up, darling. Keep fucking me." 

She began corkscrewing her twat down on his throbbing jock, and, fired up by 
her words, Derek went about his screwing with a vengeance. Junie wanted to 
come again, and he intended to make her. It was the least he could do to 
show her how much he loved her. 

To his amazement, a few seconds later his cock began to swell. He felt the 
beginnings of his own orgasm. He let out a yell. 

"For God's sake, Junie, I've started to come. I didn't expect it so soon. I 
can't stop myself!" 

Junie cried raggedly, "It's all right, darling. I'm coming too. It's 
beautiful! Fuck me harder, faster. Harder, faster. Oh, please!" 

With loud grunts and groans, Derek drove his prick brutally up into her 
juicy hole. He assaulted her cunt with savage lust. He kept at it until 
sheer exhaustion claimed him, until the last tiny spurt of his semen was 
inside of her, until her bouncing ass had stopped its movement, her tits had 
stopped flopping, and her wild cries of joy had ceased. 

Gasping for air, she fell forward, pushing the chair back against the desk, 
crushing her tits into his face. "Lord," she murmured, "it was beautiful, 
simply out of this world. Darling, you're a wonder man with that big cock of 
yours. I think I'd better take a lein on it." 

"That's what I want you to do, Junie!" he cried eagerly. "That's the answer 
I want you to give me tomorrow. Unless you want to tell me now." 

"My, you're, the impatient one." She brushed his lips lightly with hers. 
"Tomorrow, darling. I'll give you my answer tomorrow." She began easing 
herself to a standing position. Her face took on a pained look. "Wow! Am I 
sore." And she added, "But it's a nice sore. I love it However, I'll have to 
persuade that husband of mine to keep his pecker in his pants when he gets 
home today." 

She stood up and her skirt fell into place, covering her snatch. She began 
buttoning her blouse. 

Derek swung around in his chair, opened a desk drawer and took out his check 
book. Junie peered over his shoulder, but his hand was covering the stub 
pages where his bank balance would be indicated. He swung to face her, 
handing her the check. 

Her eyes widened at the figure he had written. One hundred dollars. "Oh, 
darling, you shouldn't have." 

"Please, Junie, don't say anything. It makes me happy to give it to you. 
There'll be another tomorrow. How early can you get here?" 

"About the same time." His face fell, and she smiled. "But I can stay all 
afternoon. We'll have fun." 

She had finished adjusting her blouse and fixing her hair. Now she picked up 
her purse, put Derek's check inside, and stood for a minute, looking down at 
his crotch. His pants were still open and his flaccid prick lay along his 
thigh. Impulsively, she bent over and kissed the head. "Tomorrow," she said, 
"I'm going to suck that wonderful cock of yours for just as long as I 
choose. Do you like having me suck your cock, darling?" 

He nodded. 

"Say it." 

"I like having you suck my cock, Junie." And he added, "And I like eating 
your cunt." 

She smiled happily, kissed him briefly on the mouth, then scampered out the 
door. 

 CHAPTER NINE 

It was still not yet two o'clock and Derek found himself wondering how he 
was going to live through the rest of the afternoon, tonight, and the next 
morning. It was going to be agony waiting. 

He got up, went into the back room and into the lavatory. Standing at the 
wash basin, he flopped his prick over, the edge and started to sponge it 
off. He winced. His dong was sore, rendered so by too much action. He 
smiled, remembering Junie's words. 

"It's a good sore. I love it." 

"I love it too," he told himself. "Because I know how wonderfully it got 
sore." 

He finished washing, stepped over to the commode, relived himself, restored 
his pecker inside his pants and zipped himself up. 

He returned to the back room and for a moment stood staring at the cot. A 
feeling of tenderness swept through him. Tomorrow Junie would be lying 
there, naked, her legs wide spread, her arms upraised, welcoming him, eager 
to have him plunge his prick into the depths of her hungry cunt. 

The thought caused a stirring in his crotch. "Shit, no!" he thought and went 
into the outer office and sat at his desk. There was no use trying to work. 
He couldn't. Thoughts and pictures and images kept crowding into his mind. A 
few minutes ago he had been sitting in this same chair and Junie had been 
astride him, her lovely legs extending to the floor, her tits exposed to his 
eyes and to his mouth. His cock had been shoved far up into her delicious 
cunt. "Fuck me, darling! Harder, faster. Harder, faster!" 

"Shit!" he muttered again, stood up, returned to the back room, mixed 
himself a drink and brought it back to his desk. A series of emotional waves 
began sweeping through him. First, he was riding their crests because he 
knew that tomorrow she would tell him she intended to divorce her husband 
and marry him. Then he was sunk to the lowest depths of despair when he 
thought of the possibility that her answer would be in the negative. 

Derek took a long swallow of his drink. What if she refused to divorce her 
husband? How could he go on without her? He loved this girl. He had to have 
her. Life would be unbearable without her. 

"I'm sick," he thought. "I'm really sick. I'm not rational. I'm weak. My 
thinking isn't straight." His lip curled. "In love with a whore, a hooker, a 
tramp. A nude dancer who nightly shoves her pussy into the face of any 
pervert who could pay for a glass of beer." 

A feeling of guilt swept over him. Who was he to talk? Suddenly he felt a 
shame. He tried to reason with himself and failed. He was too far gone, too 
lost. 

Miserably he wondered what was going to become of him. He couldn't go on 
like this. Then he had an upsurge of feeling. He'd take Junie away. Some 
strange foreign place. No one would know what she was, what she had been. 
Pain struck at him. What if she couldn't remain loyal to him? What if he 
came home some night and found her being fucked by another man, her 
beautiful legs wide spread, moans of delight coming from her throat? 

Derek swore. He pounded the top of his desk. Complete, devastating 
frustration claimed him. "Goddamn, what kind of a man are you?" he raged at 
himself. And the answer came, "You're a cunt-hungry pig, a weakling, an 
idiot." 

He tossed off the remainder of his drink and tramped into the back room to 
refill the glass. Involuntarily, he glanced at the cot. He couldn't help 
staring at it, remembering, thinking of tomorrow. 

Impulsively, he ripped off the bedding, stowed the sheets in a closet, then 
found some clean sheets and began remaking the bed. The very act made him 
horny. He found himself tenderly smoothing out the wrinkles in the sheets. 
By the time he had finished he had a hell of a hard-on. But he ignored it. 

"You stupid goddamn fool," he ranted at himself. "Get lost. Get out of here. 
Do something." 

Instead, he refilled his glass and went back to his desk. He sat there for 
some moments, staring at nothing, drinking. Abruptly then, he thought of his 
sister, Aggie. Why not go up to her apartment and spend the afternoon 
banging her? It would kill time and he'd enjoy himself. 

He gritted his teeth. "No, you lame-brained jerk. If you did that you 
probably wouldn't be able to get a hard-on when Junie arrived." 

He finished his second drink, went into the back room, and mixed a third. 
Back at his desk, he forced himself to think of other things. Betty! Betty 
Simms! She knew his secret. She was kind and sympathetic and understanding. 
Perhaps if he went up to her apartment he'd find some relief from his 
suffering by just talking. 

No, if he did that, she'd expect him to fuck her, and that would leave him 
in the same prediction as he'd find himself after an afternoon in bed with 
Aggie. 

He swore again, polished off the third drink, then went to mix a fourth. 
This time he staggered a little. 

* * * 

At this very moment Betty Simms was dialing Derek's number. Stark naked, she 
was lying on the fresh pink sheets of her king-size bed. Her dark hair 
flowed down over her shoulders. She looked beautiful and seductive. She had 
just come from the shower and was clean and sweet-smelling. She had paused 
only long enough to put on her make-up before crossing to the bed to dial 
Derek. It had occurred to her that she and what she had to offer was the 
only real cure for what ailed her lover. 

When she finished dialing she returned her free hand between her legs and 
began toying gently with her clitoris. She always did this when she talked 
to Derek. It gave her a thrill. 

"Hello." 

Betty knew instantly when she heard his voice that he had been drinking. In 
a sense she was glad. It would probably make him more agreeable to what she 
had in mind. 

"How's my lover boy with the big cock?" 

"Oh, hi, Betty." 

"You don't seem overly joyful at hearing my voice." 

"I'm sorry, dear. I'm up to my ass in work." 

"Like writing your article about the nude cunts?" 

"Well, yes." 

Betty was silent for a minute. Her clitoris had come alive under her 
administrations. This, coupled with the fact that she was talking with the 
most important man in her life, was making her extremely, horny. 

"I'm worried about you, Der." 

"Why?" 

"Because, well, you weren't too happy when you were last here." Another 
pause. "Are things any better, Der?" 

"No. Things are worse." 

"Oh dearest! I'm so sorry." Betty knew that she had to choose her words 
carefully for fear of driving this emotionally disturbed man over the brink. 
"Now, Der, you listen to me. I've already explained to you the only cure for 
a person in your condition. Have, you admitted this-this infatuation to 
anyone else?" 

"No." 

"Good. Now, listen to me, dearest. I have the exact prescription you need to 
make you well." She giggled. "As a matter of fact, I have my hand on it 
right now. What do you think of that?" 

Derek was tempted to say, "Then fuck yourself off and leave me alone." But 
he didn't. He had too much respect and fondness for this girl. 

"Betty, I might want to come up there and give you a good fucking. It might 
help, but would only be temporary. I'm licked and I know it. I'll have to 
sweat it out myself." 

"Please. Der." 

"No. It wouldn't be fair to-well, it wouldn't be fair." 

"Wouldn't be fair to a whore!" Betty could have bitten her tongue. The words 
had blurted from her involuntarily. 

"All right, Betty," Derek said quietly. "That does it. I'm going to hang up 
now. I'm sorry." 

Betty held the receiver to her ear for seconds after she heard the click of 
the disconnect. "Damn!" she thought. "Damn, damn, damn." 

She hung up and lay back. There were tears in her eyes. 

"You son Of a bitch," she thought. "I'll get you yet. I'm coming over to 
that crappy office of yours and piss all over you." 

She was still fiddling her clitoris. Now she took her hand away, opened the 
drawer of the bedside table, and took out a beautiful, flesh-colored dildo. 
It had been a great comfort to her during the past few days. She cuddled it 
against her cheek and kissed the head that so closely resembled a man's 
cock. 

"Oh, Derek, darling. This is your cock and you're going to stick it up my 
cunt and fuck me, if only in my imagination." 

She turned on the vibrator, listened to its hum for a moment, then moved it 
over and around one tit after the other, titillating first one nipple, then 
the other. 

"Oh Der, you've done this to me with your cock so many times. I love it. 
Aren't you ready to fuck me now, dearest?" 

She moved the vibrating dildo down over her abdomen, moaning with pleasure, 
opening her legs wide. She brushed the head of the throbbing rubber prick up 
and down the length of her now sopping pussy. 

"Oh, I like that, dearest. You know I like it. But, please, stop teasing me 
and stick that big, fat cock of yours up my cunt and start fucking me. 
Please, Der! You're driving me mad. You know how much I love to have you 
screw me." 

Betty inserted the head of the dildo into pussy and turned the vibrator up 
to medium. The humming sound increased in volume. Instantly joyous 
sensations began rocketing through her being. 

"Oh, God, dearest, that's wonderful! That's beautiful! Derek, oh, Derek, 
fuck me some more. Oooooboooooh! Wow! Now give it all to me. Ram that lovely 
cock home. Fuck me, dearest. Fuck me as only you know how I like to be 
fucked." 

With a groan of pure pleasure, Betty drove the dildo into her cunt as far as 
it would go, at the same time turning the vibrator on high. She began to 
buck and throw her ass around wildly as the spasm began. She pulled the 
rubber prick halfway out and drove it in again. She turned on her side, then 
on her back, then on her other side, screaming her joy. Frenziedly she 
clutched the throbbing dildo, jabbing it in and out of her cunt. 

"Darling, dearest, beloved! Oh, you wonderful man! How I love having you 
fuck me." 

And as clearly as though he had been there in person, she heard Derek 
answer, "And I love fucking you, Betty. You have the most glorious cunt in 
the world." 

Betty's ass began to buck upward in quick, short thrusts. She had started to 
come. 

"Now, Der! Now! I'm coming. Let me feel that hot jizum squirt inside my 
cunt." 

A tidal wave of sensation seized her. Feverishly, she drove the dildo home. 
She began screaming and gasping and begging Derek for more and more cock. In 
her mind, he gave it to her. In her mind she could hear him gasping too, 
hear his heavy breathing, feel his balls banging up against her ass. 

Her orgasm began to taper off. Her breathing became ragged. Sweat poured 
from her face; her entire body glistened with it. 

"Oh, thank you, dearest. Thank you. Each time you fuck me like that it's 
better and I love you more." 

She switched off the vibrator, but didn't immediately remove the dildo from 
her twat. Instead, she closed her eyes and lay back, spent, drained, 
exhausted. 

"You son of a bitch, Derek," she whispered to herself a second time. "I'm 
not going to spend the rest of my life fucking myself off with a dildo. It's 
your big fat cock that I want, and it's your big fat cock that I'm going to 
have." 

Slowly she withdrew the rubber prick from her snatch, kissed its glistening 
head then, cuddling it up to her, closed her eyes and went to sleep. 

* * * 

It was dark when Derek awoke from his drunken sleep. For a long while he lay 
still, trying to orient himself, hoping that the throbbing in his head would 
go away. 

After a time he realized he was lying on the cot in the back room of his 
office. He had been dreaming that Junie was there with him. They had been 
making love, fondling each other, screwing. Only now he knew that he was 
alone. 

He switched on the bedside light and looked at his watch. To his amazement, 
the hands showed that it was past one o'clock. It couldn't be! He sat up, 
holding the watch to his ear, positive that it had stopped. Then he 
remembered that it was a battery-operated-timepiece. But he still held it to 
his ear. He smiled wryly when he discovered that instead of going "tick 
tock, tick tock," like an ordinary watch, it went, "tick, tick, tick. "Now 
that's a hell of a discovery," he thought. 

The small incident had given him a tiny respite from his tortured thoughts 
of Junie. Eleven hours. He had eleven hours to kill before he'd see her 
again. What in hell was he going to do? He couldn't get drunk again. If he 
did, he'd be in no shape to provide her, and himself, with the sexual 
satisfaction that she'd demand. 

Groaning, he put his throbbing head in his hands. "What's going to become of 
me? I can't go on like this. But I have to have that woman. I have to, and, 
by God, I'm going to get her, no matter what I'm called upon to do." 

Presently he got up, went into the lavatory and relieved himself. Then he 
looked at his face in the mirror. The image gave him a shock. He needed a 
shave. His eyes were bloodshot. His features were drawn and haggard. 

"Christ!" he thought. "That isn't me. It can't be!" 

Suddenly he realized how hungry he was. He went back to the front office, 
picked up his coat and drove to the nearest all-night restaurant He ordered 
a thick juicy steak, three fried eggs, home-fried potatoes, and toast. He 
ate ravenously, drinking three cups of coffee in the process. 

Well, at least he felt better. He glanced at his watch. It was after two. 
Junie had gotten off work at two sharp. He tortured himself a little by 
wondering if some prick had taken her to breakfast and was even now ramming 
his rod up into her receptive twat. The thought made him almost vomit. 

Back at his apartment, he shaved, showered, and put on a clean pair of 
pajamas. "I have to get some sleep," he thought. "I have to look fresh and 
eager when Junie arrives." Briefly, he thought of what would happen when she 
stepped into his office at noon. And he got a hard-on. He swore and ran some 
cold water on the head of his dong, after first giving it a couple of 
strokes. Gradually his prick grew limp, and he climbed into bed. 

He forced himself not to think of Junie. He thought of everything else that 
he could. He thought of Tom Slater and his assignment. Jesus! Tom would be 
calling him either today or tomorrow, demanding some copy. And Derek hadn't 
written a word. 

Well, what would he say about the nude dancers he'd met? Would he say that 
they were a bunch of whores and fuck-hungry girls? Which they were. Or would 
he say that they were intelligent articulate nice people? Which Junie was. 
His heart lurched. Junie! Goddamn her soul! She was intelligent and 
articulate. She looked wholesome and sweet. Her only problem was that she 
was sex crazy. She was a damned nymphomaniac. She liked to fuck and she 
liked big cocks. 

Christ! Would Junie like him if he didn't have an oversized prick? He knew 
that she wouldn't, and the thought made him miserable. He was grateful that 
he was so heavily endowed. 

Derek reached for his bedside clock. He set the alarm for eleven. He didn't 
think he could sleep, but he wasn't taking any chances. 

He lay back and closed his eyes. The next thing he knew he was jerked 
Upright by the raucous squawking of the clock. Christ! He had slept. He 
looked at the clock. It was exactly eleven. Fumblingly, he turned off the 
alarm. In exactly one and a half hours Junie would be in his arms. 

He sprang out of bed, feeling alive and eager, and put coffee on to perc. 
While it was brewing, he shaved and showered again. Dressed, standing in his 
kitchen, he drank two cups of black coffee, peeled a banana and ate it. 
That, he felt, was all he needed. 

It was eleven-thirty when he left his apartment. On his way to the office he 
bought two bottles of bourbon, a six pack of soda water and a carton of 
cigarettes. 

He was sitting at his desk when the hands of his watch crawled around to 
twelve-thirty. Goddamn it, where was she? She said she'd be here at 
half-past twelve, and she wasn't. Did this mean she wasn't coming? The 
thought set him into a tail spin. 

Derek's office was on the ground floor and opened directly onto the parking 
lot. Usually, as today, he left the door partly open. Thus he was always 
aware of the comings and goings of his neighbors and whoever else passed by. 

At exactly twelve-thirty-two a convertible drove up and parked directly in 
front of his door. Derek's heart leaped. It was Junie. By sheer force of 
will, he remained in his seat. His heart was pounding. A warmth was stealing 
through his veins. God! What an effect the mere sight of her had on him. 

He watched her remove her colored glasses, pick up her purse, thrust one 
shapely leg outside, then get out herself. Then she was standing in the 
doorway, posing there. The light was behind her. Derek sucked in his breath. 
She was wearing a dress of some sheer material. There was nothing under it. 
Her beautiful, sexy body was clearly outlined. He could even see the perfect 
triangle made by her pubic hair. 

For a moment she stood there. Then, laughing, she gave a small grind and a 
bump, came inside and closed the door. "Hi, darling," she said. 

Derek was on his feet in an instant. He strode around his desk and swept her 
into his arms. "God!" he exclaimed. "I thought you'd never get here." 

"I'm glad you were that anxious." 

She pressed her body against his, thrilling to the feel of his rock-hard 
cock against her belly. His mouth sought hers, and their tongues became 
interlocked. Subconsciously, he realized her breath smelled unusually sweet, 
but he was in no condition to wonder about it. 

He pulled his mouth away and gripped her shoulders. 

"What's your answer, Junie? Are you going to divorce your husband and marry 
me? Tell me." 

"My, but you are the impatient one." She reached down and squeezed his cock. 
"Ooooooh!" she squealed. "That feels good." 

He shook her. "Tell me," he repeated. 

"The answer is yes and no. I have a better idea." 

"What is it?" Derek's heart was pounding, his stiff prick was throbbing. 

"I will. But first I want you to give me a good fucking." 

"I want to know now." 

She pouted. "Oh, then you don't want to fuck me." 

"Of course I want to fuck you. That's all I think about. Fucking you and 
making love to your cunt." 

Junie closed her eyes, a rapturous look on her face. "That's the way I like 
to hear you talk. Now pick me up and carry me into the back room and undress 
me." 

Derek knew that he wasn't going to get a further answer to his question 
until he gave her what she wanted. Grimly he picked her up and carried her 
into the back room. Undressing her was simplicity in itself. He merely 
unzipped her dress. It fell on its own accord to the floor. She kicked off 
her shoes and stood before him naked. 

She effected a pose and asked, "Do you think I'm pretty, darling? Do you 
think I have a sexy body?" 

"I think you're beautiful, and every time I think of your body, I get a 
hard-on." 

She giggled. "You say the nicest things. Now, will you please get your 
clothes off and begin performing." 

Hastily, but with trembling fingers, Derek stripped. She was on her back now 
on the cot, legs spread wide. He stood for a moment, feasting his eyes on 
this beautiful nude body, which, in the short span of a few days, had 
literally driven him off his rocker. His pulsating prick stood straight up 
and out. She reached for it, leaned up and kissed the head. 

"I like it," she murmured. "I love it. Come." Still holding onto his cock, 
she pulled him down between her legs. 

Seconds after Derek mounted her, Junie had everything going; legs, arms, 
hands, ass, cunt, tits, mouth, and tongue. She had been particularly horny 
when she came into the office a few minutes before. Last night at the club, 
where she had been dancing, one of her regulars had begged her to spend the 
rest of the night in a motel with her. She had resolutely refused, 
determined to be prepared for the oversized cock that she was even now 
enjoying. 

* * * 

The regular had been persistent. He was waiting for her in the parking lot 
when the club closed at two a.m. 

"Please, Junie. Please. I have to have you." 

She looked down and saw the bulge at his crotch. She had grown warm with 
desire, but shook her head. 

"George, I told you, not tonight. Some other night, perhaps." 

"Junie, for God's sake, I've been thinking of it ever since the last time." 

"Why don't you just jerk yourself off?" 

"No." He shook his head. He was a pathetic figure, wanting her, desiring 
her, but keenly aware of the finality in her voice. 

"Junie, would you-would you hold it while I do?" 

"Do what?" 

"Jerk myself off." 

The idea had excited her. She hesitated for only a moment. "Very well. Get 
into the car." 

Junie got in on the driver's side and George had breathlessly scrambled in 
on the passenger's side. 

"Very well," she said. "Take out your cock." 

He ripped open his fly and pulled out his prick. It was of moderate size, a 
familiar sight to Junie. She took it in her fist and skinned it. 

"All right," she said, "fuck my hand." 

George had thrashed around furiously. She helped him a little. It was 
exciting. It was more exciting when he began to shoot, the spurts of jizum 
splashing up against the instrument panel. Her own cunt juices were flowing. 
She had an almost irresistible desire to bend forward and take the still 
spurting jock into her mouth. But she refrained. Instead, she made George 
put his pecker back into his pants and made him get out of the car before 
she weakened. 

At home she found her husband asleep in bed. Naked, he was lying beneath the 
thrown-back covers, snoring lustily. His considerable prick was flopped down 
on the sheet. Junie could smell his breath and knew that he was in a drunken 
stupor. She was glad. She knew there'd not be a chance of his waking up, 
demanding that she gratify a sexual desire that had probably already been 
gratified more than once during the evening. 

She stripped and stood in front of a full length mirror, examining herself. 

"Tomorrow," she thought, "I'm going to be fucked by a cock that can satisfy 
any girl." It was a beautiful and exciting thought. 

* * * 

Junie was thrashing around wildly beneath Derek's savagely thrusting cock. 
She had spasmed three times and was working on her main orgasm. 

"Oh, darling, darling! Fuck me! It's wonderful! I love having you fuck me! I 
love your big fat cock. I love feeling it up in my cunt. I love you!" 

Derek was trying desperately to control himself. "Are you sure, Junie? Are 
you sure that you love me?" 

"Oh, yes, darling. I do! I do love you! Drive it home, sweetheart! Fuck me!" 
She was babbling, out of her mind with ecstatic sensation. "You're 
beautiful. What you're doing to me is beautiful. I've never known anything 
like it. Right now, my cunt is yours. It's all yours, darling. And I own 
your cock, don't I? Say, that I own that big lovely cock of yours. Say it!" 

Inflamed by her words, Derek drove his prick into her soft warm hole 
brutally. 

"Yes, Junie, yes! You own my cock. You own all of me." And he added 
savagely, "You bitch! You have me hooked, and you know it. There isn't 
anything in the world I wouldn't do to please you, and you know that too." 

If June comprehended his words, she gave no indication. She was enjoying 
herself too much. She tossed and turned, cried out and moaned, grabbed Derek 
by his ass and pulled mightily to get more of his throbbing dong up into her 
twat. 

Junie wished now that she had always confined her sex life to one fuck a 
day. It made that one fuck more enjoyable. But she couldn't. Sex was her 
life. It was all she thought about, all she ever dreamed about. Cocks and 
cunts, tits and balls, sucking and fucking, being reamed up the ass and 
having her pussy eaten by a man. 

Through clenched teeth, Derek grated, "Will you marry me, Junie? Will you?" 

"I'll tell you when I feel that outrageous cock of yours go limp in my cunt, 
after you shoot your load." She let go of his ass, wrapped both of her arms 
around his head and pulled it down over her face. "Suck tongues with me, you 
bastard! Stick your tongue into my mouth." 

She opened her own mouth wide, yanked down his head, and Derek drove his 
tongue inside. For minutes they sloshed their tongue together, moaning and 
groaning, rolling to one side and then another. And always fucking. 

Junie somehow managed to get on top of him. She went to work furiously, 
humping her ass, impaling it on his rigid cock, yelling and screaming, 
forgetting everything, mindful only of the glorious sensation she was 
getting from this fucking wonder beneath her. 

It was while they were in this position, that Junie felt the stirrings of 
her major come. She clamped her legs together and for a moment held them so. 
She shut her eyes tightly. Her lips pursed into the letter O. She stopped 
shrieking and began to whimper. 

"Darling," she sobbed, "I've started. Oh, please give it to me now. Give me 
all the cock you can." 

Relieved, Derek relaxed his muscles and let himself begin to spurt. "God"" 
he thought. "There never was a cunt like this, never a girl like Junie." 

He felt his own orgasm spreading throughout his system, tingling, teasing, 
satisfying every fiber of his being. He kept bucking his ass upward, giving 
his beloved everything she wanted and demanded. 

Junie was spinning upward, upward into a hazy mist of joy and pleasure. She 
was soaring and drifting. She reached a far-away plateau and settled there 
for a moment, while the wild intensity of her orgasm wrenched through her 
body. She peaked and then slowly, deliciously slowly, the sensation began to 
recede. 

Derek spurted the last drop of his sperm and held his softening prick 
steady, while the muscles of her cunt milked him completely dry. 

Junie sank forward, her tits resting on his chest, her cheek turned to his. 
Every muscle was relaxed, every nerve soothed. The only sound was their 
labored breathing and an occasional little cooing of complete satisfaction. 

At last Junie took some cleaning tissue from the bedside table and dabbed at 
the sweat on her face. Afterward, she smilingly wiped Derek's face. 

"It was worth all that sweat, darling. Wasn't it?" 

"Worth twice as much." Derek smiled back. 

Junie picked up more tissue and, raising herself on an elbow, began dabbing 
at her sweat-covered breasts. 

"Here, let me do that," Derek cried, and, seizing dry tissue, he began 
caressing each tit lovingly, frequently leaning forward to suck and kiss 
one, then the other. 

"If you keep that up," Junie laughed, "they'll never get dry." 

"I don't want them to get dry. I like them all wet and shining." He looked 
up at her. "Don't you like to have me fondle your tits, Junie?" 

"Of course I do, darling. Your tongue sends a thrill through my entire body. 
Especially when you nibble on the nipples." 

Derek proceeded to do so. She laughed again, lifting up her ass, pulling his 
now limp prick from her pussy. She rolled off him and lay close beside him, 
one hand lying gently on his cock. 

"I hate to let go of it," she said softly. "I'm afraid it might disappear." 

"Not likely," he grinned. Then he sobered. "Junie." 

"Yes, darling?" 

"Tell me. Give me the answer to my question." 

She was silent for a moment. "Please. Let's have a drink while we talk." 

"Of course." Derek got out of bed and, his cock swinging like a pendulum, 
padded over to the bar. He mixed two stiff bourbons. When he returned to the 
bed, Junie was sitting on the edge. She had produced a cigarette case from 
her purse, put one in her mouth and was offering the case to Derek. "Have 
one." 

Derek sat down, glancing into the case. The cigarettes were thin, tightly 
rolled. He knew now why her breath had smelled sweet when he first kissed 
her. He shook his head. "Marijuana doesn't agree with me." 

He took a sip of his drink, handing the other glass to Junie. She didn't 
take it. Instead, her lips tightened and her eyes were suddenly cold. "Take 
one," she said almost harshly. "Light it and inhale the smoke. Then light 
mine." 

Derek hesitated, looking into her green eyes. He didn't like what he saw. He 
was suddenly weak and trembling inside. "Okay, Junie. If you want me to." 

"I want you to." 

He took one of the cigarettes, flicked his lighter on and held the flame to 
Junie's cigarette. 

"Take a deep drag and draw the smoke into your lungs," Junie told him, "It 
won't hurt you. On, the contrary, it'll make you feel good." 

Derek did as she ordered. It was his first experience with the weed, with, 
in fact, drugs of any description. Thus the effect was almost instantaneous. 
He began feeling a sense of euphoria creeping through his veins. Smiling, he 
closed his eyes, savoring it. 

"Take another drag," he heard Junie say. 

He opened his eyes. She was smiling at him, smoking her own cigarette. He 
took another puff, this time inhaling the smoke deeper into his lungs than 
before. He giggled. 

"Hey! This is great stuff! I had no idea it made a guy feel so great." 

She laughed. "What did you think it was going to do, poison you?" She held 
up her glass. "Let's drink to it." 

"Right." He picked up his own glass. They toasted each other and drank. 
Derek swallowed almost half the contents of his glass. He smacked his lips, 
took another drag on his cigarette, then polished off the rest of his drink. 

His head began to spin, but he felt tremendous. He laughed. He felt that if 
he only had Junie by his side he could lick the world. 

Junie had been watching him steadily. An old hand at smoking the weed, she 
knew exactly how he felt and what he would probably do. And he did. He fell 
forward in a slow motion action, giggling like a schoolboy. 

"Gotta lie down," he mumbled. "Feel funny. Head's spinning." 

Junie was ready. She eased his head and shoulders down onto the pillow, 
picked up his legs and lifted them up onto the bed. She lay down alongside, 
propped herself up on an elbow so that she could look down into his face. At 
the same time, she gently fondled his flaccid prick. 

Derek was floating. He had never felt more comfortable, more contented in 
his life. He wished Junie would play with his balls for a while. 

As though reading his mind, she reached lower in his crotch and gently began 
caressing his scrotum. "Like that, darling?" 

"Love it." Derek opened his eyes and saw Junie's smiling countenance 
hovering above his face. "Love you, too." 

"And I love you, darling." She kissed him. 

Derek suddenly remembered. "Hey. You gotta answer my question. You gotta get 
rid your husband and marry me. You gotta, Junie." 

Junie laughed softly, picked up the still burning cigarette and held it to 
his lips. 

"One more long drag, darling, and we'll talk it over." 

"Sure, Junie. Sure." He sucked on the weed until she pulled it away. This 
time he damn near floated into oblivion. "Now, you gotta tell me. Y'gotta." 

"Yes, darling." But instead of giving him a direct answer, she said, her 
voice coming to him as from a great distance, "I hate him, Derek. I hate 
him! Hate him! Hate him! I wish he were dead!" 

Derek opened his eyes. Far, far above, Junie's face floated in a sort of 
haze. " 'Vorce him, Junie. 'Vorce him and marry me." 

"He won't give me a divorce, darling. That's what I've been trying to tell 
you. He says that if I try to get a divorce, he'll prove that I'm a-whore, 
and that I wouldn't stand a chance in court." 

"Why, that stinking rat!" 

"Yes. He's a stinking rat." She began to sob. "He beats me and humiliates 
me. He brings his friends home and makes me let them fuck me while he 
watches." 

Derek jerked upright. His head still swam, but he managed to hold himself 
erect. "Why, the son of a bitch, I'll kill him for that. I'll kill him." 

"There, darling." Junie eased his head back onto the pillow. "Would you, 
darling? Would you kill him because he humiliated me like that?" 

"Damn right," Derek muttered. "Damn right." 

"Do you have a gun, darling?" Her breathing had increased a little. Her eyes 
were bright. 

"Gun. Sure, gotta gun. Everybody's gotta a gun these days." 

Junie sucked in her breath. "Then you'll do it, won't you, darling? You'll 
do it for me. You'll kill my husband. For me. For Junie. Because you love me 
and want me for your own." 

Derek's body froze. Somewhere back in the depths of his befuddled mind, his 
conscience was grasping the significance of what she was asking. Grasping, 
also, the fact that she was deadly serious. 

Junie was speaking, rapidly now. Her voice was vicious, her breathing 
deeper. 

"I'll help you, darling. We'll kill him together. Then I'll be all yours. My 
cunt will belong entirely to you. I promise. We can fuck and fuck and fuck, 
knowing that neither of us will have to stop unless we want to. That's what 
you want, isn't it, darling?" 

"Yes," he croaked. "That's what I want." 

"Then you'll do it?" 

He was silent for a moment, trying to drive the cobwebs from his brain. "How 
we gonna do it? When?" 

"Tomorrow!" she cried excitedly. "I'll meet you here at exactly 
twelve-thirty. No, I'll be here at twelve. Then we can screw for half an 
hour. You'd like that, wouldn't you, Derek?" 

"Always enjoy screwing you, Junie." 

"Bring your gun. I'll arrange to have my husband pick me up at 
twelve-thirty. I'll tell him you asked me to come over for a further 
interview. He'll find us in an-an uncompromising position. Naked. Fucking. 
Naturally, he'll try to attack you, and you-you shoot him, Derek. Kill him. 
I'll be your witness. I'll tell everyone it was self-defense. There won't be 
any problems at all. My husband will be dead, and I'll be yours forever and 
ever." 

Junie finished, breathless, her eyes wide with excitement, her expression 
vicious. She gave his cock a squeeze. "You'll do it, won't you, darling? 
You'll do it because you love me and it's what I want you to do." 

Derek had been jolted back to reality. His head ached now; it no longer was 
in a comfortable spin. He opened his eyes and stared up into Junie's 
anxious, waiting face. "Sure, Junie. Sure I will. You know I'll do 
everything you want me to." 

 CHAPTER TEN 

That night Derek rummaged through a bureau drawer and found the automatic he 
kept there. He found a clip of bullets and jammed it home. Afterward, 
holding the gun in his lap, he sat on the edge of the bed, staring blankly 
at nothing. He tried to recapture the events that had transpired in his 
office after he had promised Junie that he would kill her husband. 

He remembered that Junie had squirmed around and announced happily that she 
was going to suck his cock. Maybe it would help him to get over his 
hangover. To a degree it did. She had sucked dutifully, fondling his balls 
skillfully. 

Derek had been incapable of not reacting to the delightful sensation her 
expert mouth and tongue invoked. He had gasped and was on the verge of 
coming when she'd suddenly stopped sucking, quickly shifted her position, 
and straddled his chest, facing his feet, she gripped his throbbing cock in 
her fist. Over her shoulder she'd hissed, "Eat my cunt. Eat it while I suck 
you off." 

She had lowered her twat down on his face and he had obediently begun eating 
at the Big Y. He'd kissed and lapped her vulva, flicked the tip of his 
stiffened tongue against her clitoris until she'd cried out with delightful 
shrieks Of joy, then had dived inside for the big feast. 

Junie had sucked his prick in a frenzy of ecstasy. In the brief time that 
they had known each other, their teamwork had become almost perfect. They 
had learned to fuck and suck in harmonious rhythm. Their timing was 
accurate. 

They had come simultaneously. The way Junie had gulped and moaned and tossed 
her ass around, Derek had thought that he was going to be blown right up to 
the ceiling. It was an experience, an adventure, a joyful delight. 

Afterward, dressed, Junie had told him she had to go. "I could only get the 
babysitter for two hours. I'm sorry, darling, but I'll give that lovely cock 
of yours some action tomorrow." 

And, over her feeble and false objections, he had written another check for 
a hundred dollars and made her take it. 

After Junie had gone, Derek, dressed now, went over to his desk and sat 
down. For a while he'd remained there, thinking, trying to straighten out 
his confused thoughts. After awhile a sort of calmness took possession of 
him; his guts felt empty and cold. 

Determined now, his plans made, he pulled the telephone to him and dialed 
Tom Slater. 

"Tom? Derek here." 

"Derek, you bastard, where the hell have you been? I've tried to get you at 
least a dozen times." Derek forced a short laugh. "Watching the nude dancers 
perform. Where else?" 

"Yeah?" There was a brief pause. When Tom spoke again, his voice was all 
business. "Look, Der, the deadline for that piece is tomorrow. You know 
that." 

"And I'll have it for you. I've never failed you yet, have I?" 

"Then I can count on it? I won't have to fill the space with something 
else?" 

"Tom, I'll have a story for you that will make your skin crawl. There's just 
one thing." 

"Yeah?" 

"I'll be up most of the night working and planning. Could you drop by my 
office tomorrow? We'll have lunch." It wasn't an unusual request Tom 
frequently drove out to spend the noon hour with Derek over a pizza. 

"Sure, man, I can arrange that. What time?" 

"Make it twelve-thirty sharp. I'll be busy until then." 

"Right on. Twelve-thirty. See you then." 

Derek hung up and for another few minutes sat staring at his desk, composing 
himself, steadying his nerves. This tiling that he planned to do was getting 
to him, yet he knew he wouldn't turn back. He flipped open his telephone 
address book, found the number he wanted and dialed it. He told the girl who 
answered that he wanted to speak to Aaron Hendrick. Aaron came on the line 
almost at once. 

"Aaron? Derek here." 

"Yeah, man! Good to hear from you again. How's the article coming?" 

"It's finished, Aaron. I was wondering how you'd like to drop by the office 
tomorrow and look it over before I turn it in." 

"I'll be there. What time?" 

"Twelve-thirty sharp. No earlier. I have a coffee date with a guy up the 
street at quarter to twelve. Should get us to the office at about the same 
time." 

"Good. Twelve-thirty it is." 

"Oh, by the way, Tom Slater of the Journal will be here too. You might want 
to ask him some questions." 

"Great." 

"Junie will also be here." 

"Junie?" 

"I had to have a main character in the story, and she's it. I wanted to get 
her ideas on the piece too." 

"Speaking of pieces." Aaron laughed. "Did Junie turn out to be a good 
piece?" 

"You better believe it." 

"Yeah. She screws like a rabbit, only better." Again Aaron laughed. "See you 
at twelve-thirty tomorrow." 

Derek felt sick again. The familiar churning in his guts took over. So Aaron 
had fucked her, too. Good God, was there anyone who hadn't put the boots to 
lovely, sweet, green-eyed Junie? 

Derek put his head down on the desk. For a moment his body was wracked by a 
series of dry sobs. He wasn't over the godawful sickness yet. Far from it. 
He knew now there was no escape from what he had in mind. 

Presently he sat up, took a deep breath and dialed another number. This time 
Betty Simms answered. 

"Hello there," he said, trying to make his voice sound light. "Guess who." 

"Derek! Dearest! How wonderful of you to call. I've been thinking of you all 
day. As always." 

Derek felt a pang. How could he do this to such a fine person, a girl who, 
in time, he could learn to love dearly and who he would want for his wife. 
If he were only the half the man she thought him to be. 

"I've been thinking of you, too. That's why I called." 

"I can hardly believe it." Breathlessly she asked, "Are you coming over?" 

"No. I rather hoped that you'd come over here." 

"When? Today? Now? Are you in your apartment, dearest?" 

"No. I'm at the office. Look, are you busy tomorrow noon?" 

"I won't be if I can see you." 

"Then try to be here at the office at twelve-thirty sharp. I've finished the 
article. This afternoon I'll put the finishing touches on it. I'd like to 
have you read the finished product. Tell me what you think." 

"I'd love to, Derek." 

"Good. Then I can expect you tomorrow at twelve-thirty sharp?" 

"On the nose. Until then, know that I love you, and will stand behind you, 
no matter what you do, as long as you'll let me." 

Feeling cheap and tawdry and a coward, Derek once more replaced the 
telephone back in its cradle. This time he clenched his fists in an attempt 
to get a grip on himself. Well, the stage was nearly completely set. No 
turning back now. The die was cast. No turning back at all. 

After a while he stood up. There was one more chore he had to do. He went 
into the back room, found his tape recorder, and returned to his desk. 

He plugged in the machine, tested it for volume, adjusted the microphone, 
folded his arms on top of the desk and began to talk. 

He began at the beginning, telling the whole sordid story. He admitted his 
own weakness, his sickness. He explained that it was too late, too late to 
ever again know peace of mind. 

Shamelessly, he confessed that he had fallen in love with Junie. He knew 
what she was and what she probably always would be. Neither she nor anyone 
else had blinded him to her true character, but he had gone too far. He 
found it impossible to step back, to withdraw. He hoped that everyone would 
understand that it all had something to do with the chemistry of the human 
body, that once a man reached a certain point, he no longer had control over 
his actions. He knew he was making a mess of things, but he couldn't help it 
and he wouldn't blame them if they didn't understand. 

He apologized to Tom Slater. "I'm sorry, Tom. I told you I'd have your story 
ready if you met me here today. Well, this is it. By the time you hear the 
rest of this tape, you'll realize it's a far, far better piece than I could 
have written. I guess you'd call it real-life drama. Forgive me, old 
friend." 

And to Betty Simms, he said, "Dearest Betty, I must beg your forgiveness 
too. I've never known a more wonderful girl since my Linda was killed. You 
remind me so much of her. I truly loved you, Betty. You are dear and sweet, 
kind and understanding. I don't deserve you, yet it was only a matter of 
time before I would have-begged you to become my wife. I am weak, Betty 
dear, or you wouldn't be listening to this now. Please, dear heart, try and 
find it in your soul to forgive me. I love you." 

To Aaron Hendrick he said, "Aaron, you are a greedy, self-centered, selfish 
pimp. One day, I hope there will be no place in society for scum such as 
you." 

To Junie's husband, he said, "I wish I could feel sorry for you, but I 
don't. There must have been a time when you were in love with and respected 
Junie. But no more. You are responsible for what she became, for what she is 
now. You are a tragic figure. There is little about you to admire. I pity 
you." 

Derek switched off the recorder and thought grimly, bitterly, "Who am I to 
preach? I'm worse than any of them. I'm a prick, a no-good bum. Just last 
week I was fucking everything I could get my hands on. And I got my hands on 
plenty. They came with wide-open arms and legs. Christ! Someone should kick 
my ass from here to hell and back. You weak, sniveling shithead." 

And then with some measure of satisfaction, he thought, "Even in this age of 
complete sexual permissiveness, human emotions haven't changed. They will 
never change. A man loves a woman and a woman loves a man and their love is 
the greatest motivating force in the world." His lips curled. "Shit! Love! 
It sure as hell motivated me." 

After a while Derek leaned forward and meticulously marked the tape where he 
had finished his confession. Then he picked the machine up and carried it 
into the back room. For a moment he stood looking around, trying to find the 
exact location for it. His eye fell upon the bar. "It would be hidden 
there," he thought. "She couldn't see it, and I'd have the excuse of walking 
over to mix a drink. It's the perfect place." 

He found the exact spot at the far end of the bar that he wanted. By 
standing some bottles in front of it, it was entirely obscured. 

He plugged in the recorder, then found an extension cord and attached it to 
the microphone cord. He pulled the lengthened cord along the floor next to 
the molding, and placed the microphone atop a storage file near the head of 
the cot. He camouflaged it with some books. 

Returning to the recorder, he turned up the volume, then returned to a spot 
several feet from the microphone. "Now hear this," he said in a normal tone. 

He went back to the bar, rewound the tape to the proper spot, and turned on 
the speaker. "Now hear this." His voice was loud and clear. 

He switched off the machine, but left the tape where it was. Derek returned 
to his office and sat once more at his desk. 

"Dear God," he thought, "am I out of my mind?" And he knew that he was. 
Worse, he knew that there was nothing he could do about it. He knew a minute 
of regret, then a moment of self-pity, but he no longer tried to fight it. 
He accepted it. He wished, forlornly, that sex were not such an important 
part of human behavior. But it was. It always would be. And he accepted that 
too. 

 CHAPTER ELEVEN 

Derek was deliberately five minutes late when he arrived at his office the 
next noon. He felt the familiar surge of excitement when he saw Junie's 
convertible parked in front of his door. She was sitting behind the wheel. 
He pulled up next to the car, switched off his motor, and looked across at 
the girl. She was glaring at him. He got out, walked around and leaned on 
the door. "Hi," he said. 

"You sonofabitch! Do you realize I've been waiting for more than fifteen 
minutes?" 

"I'm sorry, Junie." 

"I'll bet. Every goon in the whole goddamn building has been gawking at me." 
Her voice was harsh, unnatural. She was, Derek decided, really mad. 

He opened the car's door and she stuck one shapely leg out. Her short skirt 
rode up so high he caught a glimpse of her pubic hair. Trying to make light 
of the situation, he said, "I'm glad they weren't gawking when you were 
getting out of the car." 

"Why?" she taunted, "because they might have gotten a look at my cunt?" 

"Stop it, Junie. I've told you I'm sorry." 

But she wasn't through. "I wish they had," she snapped. "I wish I'd fucked 
the lot of them. It might have taught you a lesson. Keeping me waiting like 
that. Who the hell is running this show anyway? You or me?" 

"You are, Junie." 

"Well, see that it doesn't happen again." 

They had crossed to the office door. Derek unlocked it and they stepped 
inside. He closed the door and turned to face her. Some of the anger had 
gone from her face, but she wasn't ready yet to let him thrust his tongue 
into her mouth, as he desperately wanted to do. 

"Did you bring the gun?" 

"Yes." He showed it to her. 

At sight of the weapon, she gave a little gasp. "Where are you going to hide 
it so it will be handy?" 

For answer, Derek walked into the back office and placed the gun behind some 
bottles on the bar, close to the tape recorder. Turning, he found Junie 
standing near the cot. Her features had softened and there was an eager, 
expectant look in her eyes. 

"Come here and kiss me," she said. 

He crossed quickly and took her into his arms. She lifted her face, at the 
same time pressing her body against his. Derek nudged his tongue between her 
partly open lips and felt her tongue respond. 

Almost at once Junie pulled away from him. The expression in her eyes was of 
mixed astonishment and incredulity. "What the hell!" she exclaimed. She 
reached down and took hold of his cock. It was only semi-hard. Now 
accusation replaced the look in her eyes. "You've been fucking another 
girl." 

"No, Junie. You're the last girl I fucked. You'll always be the last girl I 
fuck." 

"You're sure?" 

"Positive." 

She unzipped his fly and took his meat out. At the touch of her hand, his 
prick leaped to full erection. She smiled, stroking it gently. "That's 
better." She looked down at the now pulsating cock. A giggle escaped her 
lips. "For a minute I thought I'd lost my grip." 

"If you don't quit jerking me off, I'll come in your fist." 

Junie glanced at her watch. "Good grief! We've less than twenty minutes 
before my husband is due to arrive." She turned around. "Unzip me!" 

Derek pulled the zipper as far down as it would go. Junie brushed the dress 
from her shoulders and it dropped to the floor. As usual, she was wearing 
nothing beneath. She picked up the dress and tossed it onto a chair. 

"Hurry," she said, pulling back the bedding and climbing in between the 
sheets. "Get those clothes off." 

In a matter of seconds Derek stood naked beside the bed, his huge pecker 
standing straight up and out. Junie looked at it adoringly. She reached up, 
circled the thick stem with her small hand and tugged. "Get in here." 

Derek lay alongside the girl's soft warm body, maddenly aware of the 
excitement pounding through his veins. It had been like this since the first 
day he fucked her. It would always be like this, he knew, unless- 

"Play with me a minute," Junie whispered. "Then give me one of those 
glorious fuckings only you are capable of." 

She snuggled up to him, and he closed his mouth over hers then reached down 
between her legs. Her pussy was drenched. He toyed with it, found her 
clitoris with a forefinger and kneaded it. She took her mouth momentarily 
from his. 

"I like that," she whispered. "I like having you play with my cunt." She 
reached down, seized his cock and stroked it. "Do you like having me play 
with your cock?" 

"Yes." 

She reached down farther and fondled his balls. "Do you like that?" 

"I love it." 

He had ceased massaging her clitoris and was darting his middle finger in 
and out of her cunt. She moaned softly and her ass began to move. 

"Easy, darling, easy. I don't want you to finger fuck me. I want that 
beautiful cock of yours to do the fucking." She gasped as his finger plunged 
up into her twat as far as it could go. "Kiss each of my tits for a minute. 
Take your finger out of my cunt while you're doing it. Then give me the 
exciting cock-fucking I've been thinking about since yesterday." 

He did as she ordered. He pulled his dripping finger from her snatch and, 
with the same hand, circled a tit and plunged his mouth down onto it. He 
lapped it and sucked it, then nibbled at the hardened nipple. It was, as 
always, a cock-raising experience. 

"Oh," she breathed. "Glory, that's wonderful! Now go to work on the other 
one before I explode." 

Derek shifted to the other tit and gave it the same treatment. Junie was 
twisting beneath him, bouncing her ass around in a frenzy. She still held a 
grip on his cock, was squeezing as though it Were a lifeline. 

"Now!" she cried. "Now! I'm ready. Get in between my legs and fuck my ass 
off." She quieted her body, spreading her legs wide, tugging at his cock. 
"Hurry! Hurry! I can't wait any longer." 

Derek obliged. He got onto his knees between her outspread legs, looked down 
at her delicious, waiting cunt for a moment, then lowered himself. She 
guided the bulbous head inside, exactly where she wanted it, then moaned 
aloud in ecstasy, the sound blending with Derek's own grunt of supreme 
satisfaction. He began fucking her with slow measured strokes, controlling 
himself admirably. Junie humped up her ass. 

"Give it to me, you bastard! Fuck me, you fucking genius. Slap those balls 
up against my ass. I like to feel them. In a minute I'll be sucking out 
every ounce of jizum they contain. Fuck, fuck, fuck!" 

Derek continued to screw her with the same slow, measured strokes. Like a 
machine. Like a dildo in the hands of an automaton. 

Junie spasmed once, and was about ready for her second go-around, when she 
sensed that something was wrong. She didn't know what. It was a sort of 
instinctive reaction. A reflex. She was being fucked by the biggest, most 
satisfying cock she had ever known, yet something was wrong. It wasn't the 
same as it had been before. 

Derek hadn't kissed her since he'd started stroking his monstrous prick in 
and out of her pussy. He hadn't fondled her tits. He hadn't spoken. He 
hadn't told her how much he loved her, how much he enjoyed fucking her. He 
hadn't changed the rhythm of his long slow strokes. 

She peaked in her second spasm and began floating back to prepare for 
another. En route, she tried to analyze what was wrong, but got nowhere. 

"To hell with it," she told herself. "I'm enjoying this piece of ass too 
much to let it bother me. 

Yet when she was comfortably settled back, enjoying each stroke of Derek's 
plunging penis, she opened her eyes and stared up at her sex partner. 
Instead of the beatific expression of ecstasy she expected to find, his face 
held a grim look. He was fucking her almost as if it were a duty, a chore. 

"What in hell is the matter with you?" she demanded. "Is fucking the girl 
you love so much of a job? You're acting like a machine." 

He bared his teeth, but it wasn't a smile. "A fucking machine," he growled. 
"Now, will you get your ass in motion so I can finish this off." 

"Finish it off!" she bleated. "Finish it off! Why, goddamn you, I'll-" 

But he didn't allow her to finish. He began bucking his prick into her with 
a piston-like fury. "Take that!" he grated, thrusting forward with such 
force that her body was pushed forward on the bed. He banged her again and 
again. "You wanted to be fucked, baby, I'll give you all the fucking you can 
take." 

Caught up in the beautiful, all-consuming sensation that was vibrating 
through her body, Junie forgot all about their implication. She went into 
action, joyfully, happily. She waved her legs in the air, then planted the 
soles of her feet solidly on the bed and humped up her ass, taking all the 
cock he could deliver. 

"That's it, darling! Give it to me! Bang me! Hurt me! I love it this way. 
I've never been so beautifully fucked. Never! You're glorious! You're 
wonderful! Fuck me! Give me all of the glorious cock that you can!" 

They were both breathing hard now, sweating. Their bodies glistened with 
sweat. They slithered over each other. They drooled. Their bodies were a 
blur of thrashing arms and legs, of thrusting asses, and gasping mouths, of 
flopping tits and banging balls. 

They were yelling at each other, screaming obscenities. 

"You hot-cunted bitch, take that and that and that ..." 

"I'll take all your over-sized cock can give me, you fucking bastard, and 
ask for more ..." 

"And you'll get more, cunt ... " 

"Give me more, cock ..." 

"You're nothing but a fucking whore ..." 

"And you're a whoring prick ..." 

And then Junie started to come. "Jeeeesus!" she screamed. "I'm coming! Oh, 
Christ! Oh, God! Is it ever terrific! It's never been better! Darling, 
you're beautiful. Fuck me! I love you, love you, love you! Fuck me!" 

Her chin sank onto her chest. Her words became garbled. They were animal 
sounds. "Aach! Aach!" she kept saying. Saliva poured from the corners of her 
mouth. Her entire body was tense, on fire. She felt that she was going to 
swoon, and she did. 

When she returned to consciousness, Derek was squirting the last of his 
semen up into her cunt. He was grunting contentedly, sounding amazingly like 
a pig who was having its back rubbed. He collapsed at last and fell on top 
of her, his prick still buried in her pussy. 

Junie stroked his head tenderly. "It was lovely, darling. It was the best 
fuck I could ever imagine or want." She leaned forward and kissed his 
forehead. "Were you completely satisfied? Did fucking me give you the 
fulfillment you expected?" 

Derek didn't answer. Instead, he braced himself on the palms of his hands 
and slowly pulled his softening cock from the depths of her cunt. He 
remained there, looking down at it for a moment, then flopped over on the 
bed to lay alongside Junie. 

For minutes they lay quiet, catching their breaths, exhausted, spent, 
completely satisfied. After a while, Junie reached down and took his limp 
cock in her hand. 

"I love holding your cock. Do you like having me?" 

"Yes." 

"Do you like fucking me?" 

"Yes." 

"Do you love me, Derek?" 

"You know I do." 

"Yes. I know and I'm glad. We're going to be happy together." She hesitated. 
"Would you like to have me suck your cock, darling? I'd like to, you know." 

"We haven't time." 

Again she smiled. "We could start. Or I could start." She squeezed his prick 
and knew a small sense of triumph when it gave a faint throb. "First, we've 
got to get this young man ready for action." 

She squirmed around so that her face was within inches of his dong. She took 
the organ in both hands, then kissed it, below on it, and pulled the skin 
back and forth a couple of times. Gradually it began coming to life. 

Junie chuckled happily. "I knew I could do it. That big boy can't resist me. 
I want it always so. I never want it to be able to resist me." 

She played with his stiffening cock a moment, then opened her mouth wide and 
gulped in the roseate head. At that moment there was a knock at the front 
office door. Junie jerked to a sitting position, her eyes wide, her body 
tensed. 

"It's him!" she whispered hoarsely. "It's my husband. Get your gun." Her 
breathing quickened, tits rising and falling with each intake of air. 

Derek got up and padded over to the bar. With one hand he picked up the gun; 
with the other, he snapped on the tape recorder. When he turned around, he 
found Junie watching him steadily. Her features had hardened. Her voice, 
when she spoke, was coldly calculating. 

"Steady, lover. Easy does it. This is it. Get a grip on yourself." 

Again there was a knock on the outside door. 

"All right," Junie told him, "go out there and open the door. When he sees 
that you're naked, he'll suspect something." 

"I should think he might," Derek murmured. He made no attempt to keep the 
sarcasm from his voice. 

If Junie noticed, she gave no indication. She continued as though he hadn't 
spoken. "Come back in here. He'll follow you. When he sees me lying here 
naked, he'll guess that we've been screwing." 

"Shrewd," muttered Derek. 

"That's when he'll turn on you. That's when you'll have the excuse to shoot 
him. Aim at his rotten heart, darling. I'll testify that it was 
self-defense." 

The tape recorder was getting it all. 

Derek didn't move. Instead, he stood there, staring at her, a sort of 
sadness in his eyes. 

"What the hell are you standing there for?" Junie hissed. "Go out there and 
do as I told you. Get him in here. Shoot the son of a bitch!" The words were 
vicious, wicked. 

Derek shook his head, smiling faintly. "I'm not going to kill your husband, 
Junie. I'm going to kill you." 

The words at first didn't register. For a moment Junie said nothing. 

Outside, another car drove up. A door banged. There were voices. Someone 
knocked on the door again. 

The significance of what Derek had said began to impress itself on Junie's 
brain. But she didn't yet fully grasp them. Her mouth was slightly ajar. 
"What the hell are you talking about?" 

"I said I was going to kill you, Junie. I'm going to shoot you and keep on 
shooting until you're dead." 

Genuine alarm, tinged with fear, leaped into her eyes. Her throat felt 
constricted. "Kill me? Why, Derek, why?" 

"Because you're no good, darling. You're evil and wicked. There's no place 
in society for women like you. Not really." 

"No, Derek, no! You love me!" Now her face was a mask of stark terror. 

Derek nodded, smiling sadly. "Yes, Junie, I love you. My feelings for you 
got out of control the day we met. I tried to fight it, but it was no use. I 
was lost. I had gone beyond the point of no return. I was weak, a coward, 
miserable and sick." 

"But, darling, I felt the same about you. I love you, Derek. Can't you 
understand that? Please! Oh, God, please understand. We could be together. 
Just you and me. Together for always." Her face had drained itself of all 
color. There was only a wild fear in her eyes. 

Again Derek shook his head. "You're not capable of loving anyone, Junie. 
That's why you're no good for anyone, nor ever will be. Your entire life is 
made up of greed and lust, of sexual depravity." 

Outside another car drove up. Another door banged. There was the sound of 
more Voices. The knocking became a pounding. 

Junie was begging. She was sobbing hysterically. "Oh, darling! Oh, Derek, 
please don't kill me! Please! I'll change. I'll do anything you say. Just 
don't kill me. I want to live. I love you. I want to be your wife." She 
broke off, sobbing. 

There was still another car to come, and Derek cocked his head, listening 
until he was sure it had arrived. Then he ordered, "Turn sideways, Junie." 

Blubbering, wanting to do anything to please him, Junie obeyed. She swung 
her body sideways so that her profile was clearly outlined. Her pear-shaped 
tits jutted out, firm and beautiful. There was no sag. Her nipples, which 
had been hard but a few minutes before, were now soft and flat. 

Derek lifted his gun, took quick aim and fired. Both tits exploded in a mass 
of flesh and blood. Junie screamed. She shrieked. She looked down at herself 
and kept on shrieking. 

Outside, there was a momentary hushed silence. Then there arose an excited 
babble of voices, a renewed pounding and banging on the door. 

Derek stepped quickly to the foot of the cot. "Open up your legs," he 
grated. "Open them wide." 

Junie obeyed, instinctively, involuntarily. She spread her legs, lifting up 
her knees so that her now cold and dry cunt was plainly revealed. Derek took 
one look at the twat that he had come to love, to worship, to adore. Then he 
lifted his gun and fired. A fountain of blood spurted out from between 
Junie's legs. She shrieked once, then lapsed into blessed unconsciousness. 

The pounding on the door became a battering of shoulders. It would only be a 
moment before the intruders crashed into the office. There was one woman out 
there and three men. The men were powerfully built. 

Derek lifted his gun and aimed it at a spot between Junie's beautiful green 
eyes. 

"Good bye, my little one," he whispered. "I did love you. I loved you 
truly." 

He pulled the trigger. An ugly hole appeared squarely between the girl's 
eyes. Her body jerked convulsively once before she died. 

Derek moved swiftly now. The outside door had begun to splinter beneath the 
incessant battering. He crossed to the bar and switched the tape recorder to 
fast rewind. He waited until the tape had retraced itself to a point beyond 
the spot he had marked yesterday, then turned it on to "play." 

He returned to the cot and stood above Junie's mangled body, looking down at 
it. Then, just as the outside office door, smashed inward, he raised the gun 
to his temple and pulled the trigger. His body fell forward, sprawling 
itself across Junie's nude figure. 

The four people rushed into the office. They looked around, then ran through 
the open door of the back room. They stopped, staring at the gruesome sight 
that met their eyes. They couldn't believe what they saw. Horror and 
revulsion filled them. Tragedy. Dismay. Incredulity. 

Betty Simms began to sob. "No," she moaned. "Oh, God, no!" 

Then Betty stopped sobbing. The tape recorder had begun to play. The four 
people froze, became immobile. They listened. Stunned, shocked, incapable of 
moving, they heard the tape out, up to the moment when Derek had fired his 
final shot, killing himself, and then the machine became silent. 

In the deathlike stillness that followed, three of them looked at Kellerman, 
Junie's husband. His face was ashen, his lips tight. After a moment he 
spoke. "She deserved it," he said. "She was nothing but a whore, a cunt. She 
had no thoughts for anyone but herself. She was the mother of my son, but I 
hated her. I'm glad she's dead. She was rotten to the core." 

Suddenly Kellerman knelt beside the cot, kissed Junie on her cold lips, and 
began to cry. 


THE END
