BLP-199  Massage Parlor Wife
(Craig Summers)


FOREWORD 

For relaxation, there is nothing better than a good massage. However, in 
recent years so many massage parlors have served as fronts for prostitution 
operations, that it has become increasingly difficult to determine whether a 
given massage parlor is just that-and no more. 

Our story concerns a housewife who becomes tired of going without things she 
wants. She figures she can make a little money on the side, if she works 
part-time in a massage parlor. 

Her husband becomes outraged at the prospect of his wife doing such a thing. 
He is certain that she will be involving herself in a sexual encounter. 

She insists, however, on pursuing her goal of making a little money on the 
massage-parlor circuit and does. But, her husband is always suspicious, and 
doesn't give her much peace of mind. She strongly suspects that his 
suspicions are founded on the fact that he has carried on sexually at a 
massage parlor himself. 

Convinced of this fact, she becomes all the more determined that she will go 
right ahead with her plans to work for a massage parlor. 

However, problems develop. She soon discovers that her husband's fears-were 
facts. Men are forever asking her to perform various, bizarre sexual acts. 
For the right price, she accommodates them. Yet, it isn't without a terrible 
sense of guilt, for she is grimly aware of what her husband would think if 
he saw her doing these strange sexual acts. Her fears are eventually 
realized, when her husband does discover that she indeed is carrying on 
sexually, destroying their marriage. 

-The Publisher 

 CHAPTER ONE 

Howard Richmond looked at his wife angrily. 

"How dare you get a job at a massage parlor?" he demanded. 

"Why not," she said, "you certainly aren't bringing enough money in. With 
all this inflation and everything you never get me anything I want." 

"That's the problem," he said, "you've gotten everything you've wanted. 
You've drained me dry." 

"That's a nice thing to say," Peggy shot back at him. "I've been loyal to 
you, dammit." 

"Do you regret it?" he asked. 

"Yes," she said frankly, "because I don't think you appreciate it." 

"What have I got to do to show you I appreciate you?" he asked her. "You 
expect me to hand over my paycheck every week?" 

"Not a bad idea," she said, "why don't you do that, honey?" 

"Don't honey me," he said, "if that's the type of life you want, go ahead. 
Believe me if I ever hear about you involved sexually with any guy at that 
massage parlor you're going to be damned sorry." 

"Is that a threat?" she asked. 

"You take that any way you want," he replied. 

She was uptight now and she didn't know how to respond. However, she thought 
it was best to cool him off. 

"I'm sorry I snapped at you, honey," Peggy said quickly. "I really am. You 
know I love you, darling." 

"Do you?" he asked cagily. 

"Of course I do, baby," she said. "I just wanted to help. I'm not blaming 
you for not bringing home more money but I want to help any way I know how." 

"Why don't you do some of those things I ask you to when we go to bed, 
then?" he demanded. 

"Like what, dear?" she said smoothly. 

"You know what I want to do," he said. 

"I have no idea, honey," she said, "draw me a picture." 

Peggy was deliberately teasing him, for over and over Howard had asked her 
to do the 69 with him. 

"I want to eat you," he said, "and I want you to eat me. Let's 69. You 
promised me that you would sometime." 

"Did I?" Peggy said innocently. 

"Sure you did," he said, "when you got that new chair out of me. You said 
you would fuck the way I wanted to." 

"You don't have to be crude about it," she said. 

"Is the word fuck, crude?" he asked. 

"Well, I happen to think it is," she said. 

"Come on, baby," he said, "get off that puritan kick. How about going to bed 
right now?" 

"It's only 7:30," she complained, "you just had your dinner. I don't see any 
reason for us to go to bed now." 

"I do," he smiled eagerly. 

"Oh, why don't you take a hot shower and cool off," she said. 

"If you take it with me I will," Howard said. 

"You horny guys," she said, "they ought to get you fucking machines. I think 
it's awful the number of times you expect me to give you sex." 

"I can't help it," he said, "that's the way I'm put together. My balls get 
itching and then I've got to stick that big cock into you." 

"I think they have a machine or something that you can slip your thing into 
and let it do the work." 

"Oh, I'd never use one of those," Howard complained. "There's a guy at my 
office who uses one. He brags about it openly. He said it was an automatic 
blow job machine. He slips it over the head of his thing and plugs it in his 
car of all things, He really felt ridiculous one time when a trucker drove 
by and glanced down and saw him getting jerked off with this automatic blow 
job machine." 

"Oh, that's what I would love to get you for Christmas, darling," she said. 
"Think of the time it would save. I could be doing all sorts of things 
around the house if you had one of those machines to do it for you." 

"Peggy," he said, "you're such a gorgeous chick that even if I had the 
machine, I would never use it. You turn me on. Just looking at you, honey, 
gets me all sticky." 

"Now that's not my fault," Peggy complained. 

"It's not a fault, honey," he assured her, "it's a wonderful thing. As a 
matter of fact I just wish that more women would turn on." 

"Baby doll," she said softly, "if you want sex so bad I'll give it to you." 

"Will you 69?" Howard asked Peggy. 

"Of course I will," she said, "if it means that much to you." 

"It does, baby," he said, "it's like magic. When my old tongue slips in the 
pussy like that." 

"Incidentally," she said, "have you been doing anything you shouldn't. You 
know what I mean?" 

Peggy always asked him about his infidelity in a cagy, cool manner. She 
would make it almost inviting to reveal what he had done. Then once he would 
reveal anything she would pounce on him and use it against him. 

"I've been a good boy," he said. 

"I trust you," she said, "but I'd like to check too." 

"Well, you don't trust me if you check on me," he explained. 

"Look, honey," she said, "none of you men are trustworthy when it comes to 
sex. If your balls are itching and a chick offers it, you'll accept. I 
know." 

He gulped but didn't want to get involved in any debates. He wanted to get 
involved in sex. Together they went back to the bedroom and he got 
undressed. 

"It does seem absurd to go to bed at this hour," she told him. 

"Oh, I'd better lock the door," he said, as he tossed his shirt over on a 
chair. 

As Howard turned to walk out the door she couldn't help admiring his 
rippling muscles. He did have a good build and he was a great man when it 
came to sex. However, she felt he overdid it and some of these variations 
didn't really appeal to her. The idea of him slipping his tongue in her 
vagina or her slipping her mouth over his shaft were dull. She couldn't 
figure out why he got such a kick out of such things, therefore she had 
never permitted him to do the 69 position that he had been asking for for 
such a long time. 

When he returned she was down to her panties. Howard came over quickly. 

"Peggy," he begged, "let me pull those panties off." 

She looked at him and laughed. 

"Okay, Romeo," she said, "strip your Juliet." 

He looked down at her crotch and smiled. 

"Oh, pussy, my pussy, where are you?" 

His hands groped to find the answer. 

"You're getting close," she laughed, as she felt his hot hands on her 
juicing mound. 

"I do turn you on," he exclaimed excitedly, "I always knew it. Oh, baby, 
promise me you'll never let anyone get in this box but me." 

"That's a big promise," she said. 

"It's a beautiful box," he said. "Half the men in town would love to get in 
it." 

"Well, they're not going to," she said, "because I'm a loyal wife. I think 
that is a lot more than I can say for my husband." 

"Now, look, honey," he said, "don't you go talking about my cock, honey. It 
can't answer." 

"Oh, it can answer alright," she said, "but the stories it might have to 
tell might not be stories I'd like to hear." 

He slipped off her bra and now she was naked. Placing both hands on her 
breasts he squeezed them. 

"Oh, what beautiful bosoms, baby," he smiled, "they look good enough to 
lick." 

"Go ahead," she said smoothly. 

Peggy was playing it cool today as she wanted to make sure that her husband 
would not object to her working for the massage parlor. She desperately 
needed some extra money and her first desire was not to obtain the jobs for 
sexual reasons. As a matter of fact she doubted that many men came to this 
massage parlor for sex. She had deliberately made it a point to ask the man 
in charge if this was a sex massage. He had assured her that it wasn't and 
he despised people who operated such establishments. 

Now her husband was licking her breasts. He was nibbling at the nipples and 
she loved it. She was getting hotter and hotter and so was he. Reaching down 
she gently stroked his penis and reached back to finger his testicles. 

"Oh, baby," she panted, "you are sure hot for it, aren't you honey?" 

"You bet I am," he told her, "I can hardly wait." 

As they stepped into the shower, she washed his cock off and then he washed 
her pussy. 

"Oh, Peggy," he told her, "I can hardly wait to slide my tongue into you." 

"I'm afraid you're going to have to wait, honey," she informed him, "because 
I don't want you on your knees in this slippery shower." 

"Oh, I'd enjoy that," he said, "let's do it, okay, baby?" 

"But I want to get my lips around that great big thing of yours." 

He was so excited then that he wrapped his arms around her and hugged his 
wife. 

"Oh, Peggy," he panted, "I never knew you cared about my cock. Oh, that's 
nice honey." 

When he had finished making over her, she was afraid that she felt some 
juice. But she couldn't tell even though he was pressed against her with his 
rock hard cock because the water from the shower made it impossible to 
distinguish from his cum or the shower water. 

They got out of the shower and dried off. Then, he carried her back to the 
bed. 

"Why, Howard honey," she told him, "you make me feel like we were having our 
first fuck when we got married." 

"Yes, baby," he said, "isn't it exciting?" 

"You bet it is," she told him. 

Now he was hotter to trot than he had ever been before and she was just as 
eager for some action but she was playing it slow. 

"What position do you want me in now?" she said. 

"Well, I could be on my back and you could put your pussy over my face and 
grab my cock. How would you like that?" 

"Sounds delicious to me," she said. 

"Well, honey, I hope you're good at it," he said. 

"I'll do my best," she assured him. 

Howard lay on his back with his head on the pillow. Then, Peggy straddled 
him. Only she had her head at the foot of the bed. She pushed her pussy down 
over her husband's face, and at the same time she reached for his cock and 
began licking the head of it. "Oh, I like that," he told her, "that's real 
nice, honey. Let me stab my tongue up there." 

As he stabbed his tongue into her he felt the hot surge of her vagina 
overpowering him. He loved it and she was discovering pleasure in his cock. 
Grabbing his rock-hard cock in her hand she moved her mouth over the shaft. 

"Come on," Howard panted, "gobble that cock." 

She let her mouth move up and down over the head of it. She was becoming 
more and more intensely excited every moment. 

"Oh, wow!" he panted. "I love that, baby. Do me!" 

The super sensations that flooded through her body now were driving her out 
of her skull. The two of them were going to town with hot force and sexual 
fire. She was amazed how much fun it could be. Forgetting her inhibitions 
and pleasing her sexual desires became exciting to her. 

Previously Peggy had thought that her husband's sexual wishes were sickening 
and revolting. However, she was soon discovering that it wasn't anywhere 
near as bad as she thought it was. 

"Come on, baby," he panted, "gobble it." 

Opening her mouth a little wider he fucked her face farther. He slammed it 
down her throat with forceful jabs as she massaged his testicles. She rubbed 
his asscheeks and went on playing with his balls. 

Meantime Howard's tongue lashed away at her slit. When he had her all 
agitated, and stimulated, he stabbed his stiff tongue into her pussy. 
Licking it across her clitoris he nibbled her slit. She loved it so much her 
body moved in convulsive sexual lurches. The pleasure was becoming more and 
more intense. 

"Keep it up, honey," he panted. "That's it. Open wider. Let me slide it down 
your throat. I'd like to feel it slipping down there." 

She didn't believe that she could take as much cock as she was. 
Nevertheless, she surprised herself as she opened her mouth and let his 
shaft slide down her throat. 

"Oh, wow!" he panted, "that is too much." 

It seemed as if the pleasure would never cease. He was going out of his mind 
with delight and pleasure as the rock hard cock moved back and forth inside 
of her. She went on toying with his ass. At the same time he was wiggling 
his tongue all over inside her vagina, giving her thrills she never knew 
were there before. 

"Keep that up," he begged her. "Now you're doing it. Oh, ah, yes, yes. 
That's what I like. Oh, baby, do it!" 

The sudden surge of pleasure that went through him as he continued jabbing 
into her face finally exploded. As the hot penis exploded, she pulled back 
off it so she could taste it in her mouth instead of swallowing it without 
the exciting thrill of tasting it. 

"Get it all, baby," he blurted, "that's it. Gobble it. Lick it. Love it!" 

Indeed she did love it. She discovered a new dimension of sexual thrills by 
accepting the man's sperm and swallowing. Only before she swallowed she 
savored it as if it were wonderful wine. 

"How does it make you feel?" he asked huskily. 

"Oh, I like that," she told him. 

Then, he went to work with his tongue and got her to her gushing point. As 
she finally gushed, he gobbled it down and this thrilled her. Withdrawing 
his tongue from her vagina slowly he looked at his wife. 

"Oh, Peggy baby," he told her, "I always thought it could be like this. You 
are dynamite, baby." 

"Why thank you honey," she told him. "I really enjoyed this too." 

There was no doubt about it that the two of them were really enjoying it. He 
was eager for more sexual action. 

"Baby," she observed, "you've got another hard-on. 

"Sure I have, honey," he told her. "Let's do what I've always wanted to do." 

"What?" she asked Howard suspiciously. 

"You know what I like about you," he said. 

"Yes," she said, "you like my ass. No, you can't fuck it." 

"I'd be real gentle, baby," he said. "My ass is not made to fuck," she 
objected. "Alright," Howard relented. "You did let me 69." 

Then, he suggested an alternative. 

"You know what I would like to do, baby," he panted. "I would like to have 
you get on all fours. Then if you would bend over I could slip it to your 
pussy from behind." 

"How could I trust you," she said. "You might get me in that position and 
then stab my asshole." 

"I promise," he said, "I will only slide it in your pussy. Let me try this 
back angle. They say you can get it in farther from that angle." 

"You men," she said. 

Then he asked her, "Men? Have the men at the massage parlor asked for sex?" 

"Absolutely not," she said quickly. "That massage parlor I work for is on 
the up and up. None of this sex hanky panky." 

"Well, there better not be," he said. "I don't want my wife to come back 
with a lot of sex mileage on her." 

"You don't have to worry, honey," she said, "I'm saving my pussy for you. 
I'll keep a padlock on it at all times." 

"I wish you would," he said, "and leave the key with me." 

Reluctantly she got on all fours. Then Howard straddled her. 

"Bend over, sweetheart," he smiled. 

Howard was like a little boy about sex she thought to herself. He was always 
wanting to experiment. See if he could slide his shaft in at this angle or 
at that. After awhile she wondered if a man couldn't get a little bit bored 
with it all. She knew that she did but she couldn't let on. That might cause 
him ego problems. 

As she bent over she felt him slowly easing his cock between her asscheeks. 

"Remember what I told you, honey," she said. "No funny business." 

"Don't worry, baby," he panted, as he thrust it into her slit. 

Now he gripped her asscheeks and held on for dear life as he rammed it to 
her up her pussy. 

"Fuck it," he gasped excitedly. "Fuck, baby, fuck. Oh, ah, yes, that's the 
way. Keep going. Oh, honey, fuck it, fuck!" 

The pleasure was building every moment. She was enjoying it and so was he. 

"Oh, wow!" he panted. "That's what I like. Oh, do it, baby, do it!" 

The super sensations that flooded through his body now had him turning on. 

"Oh, baby," he gasped excitedly, "that's what I like. Yes, baby, do it!" 

Then he wanted Peggy to twist her ass around for him. He knew that if she 
would put some churning ass movements into it he would enjoy this cock 
stabbing activity much more. 

"Fuck it," he told her. "Fuck, baby, fuck. Oh, ah, yes, baby, yes. That's 
the way to do it. Come on, fuck!" 

Faster and faster he rammed it into her. With every cock stab she became 
more turned on, more excited. 

"Oh, wow!" he panted, "that's the way to do it. Oh, ah, yes, baby, yes. 
That's the way." 

As he fired away with his rock-hard cock, she began developing a pace and 
rhythm of her own. She twisted her tail at a certain tempo and he 
accelerated his cock thrusts. 

"How do you like it, honey?" he asked huskily. 

"Beautiful, baby," she said, "but you should play with my breasts." 

He laughed as he bent over and gripped her bosoms in his hot hands. 

"Oh, that's so good," she told him. "Fire away, fucker." 

He slammed away and she loved it more every moment. 

"Oh, ah, yes, baby, yes, that's the way to do it. Come on, fuck!" 

Furious and fast he fucked away. Now she was obtaining more pleasure, more 
delight out of the act. 

"Come on, baby," he begged. "That's what I want. Do it!" 

The pleasure that the cock stabbing action was producing was driving her out 
of her mind with delight and pleasure. 

"Oh," he groaned, "fuck. Fuck, baby, fuck!" 

She knew when he made his demands in this sturdy tone that he was close to 
climax. Suddenly she felt the cock erupting in her pussy. 

"I'm cuming," he cried excitedly. "I'm cuming. Oh, baby, it's juicing!" 

As the cum flooded her pussy she twisted around to derive more pleasure from 
it. 

"Oh, yes," she gasped excitedly, "that is too much. Oh, baby, that's the way 
to do it." 

H pulled his penis from her pussy and proudly lay down beside his wife. 

"That's the way I like you to do it, honey," he told her excitedly. "That's 
beautiful." 

She threw her arm around him and told him quietly, "Sweetheart, there isn't 
a reason in this world why we can't make each other happy. It's just that 
sometimes I don't care to do all this." 

"You don't know how much it means to a man," he explained, "to have a woman 
go down on him." 

"Well, I'll tell you something," she said, "it is amazing how much pleasure 
there is when you go down on me. You are quite the pussy eater." 

"Thank you," he said. "They used to call me 'tongue man' in high school." 

"Why?" she said. "You were licking every girl's pussy in school?" 

"Well, I licked enough," he admitted. 

"I'll just bet you did," she informed him. 

Then she got to talking about all she could do with the money she made when 
she did her massage work. 

"I'll have money for furs and cars and travel," she laughed. 

"You're talking about hustling, honey," he said. "You're not talking about 
doing massage work." 

"Oh, yes I am, lover," she told him. "I can make a lot of money from 
massage. I can invest it then it will grow." 

"Invest it in what?" he asked. 

"In farm machinery," she said. 

"Farm machinery," he laughed. "What on earth are you going to massage men's 
backs for to invest it in farm machinery?" 

"I'll tell you why, lover," she explained. "I have a feeling that farmers 
and farm machinery and farm products are the wave of the future. I'll tell 
you why. There isn't enough food in all the world to take care of everybody. 
So it just stands to reason that the natural sequence of events would be for 
farm equipment and anything connected with the farm to be very valuable." 

"Well, I've got to hand it to you, honey," he said. "You are quite a 
businesswoman." 

"Yes, I am," she admitted, "But you'll never make that much giving 
massages," he said. "What I don't want happening is for you to listen to 
some of those men. You see, baby, there are a lot of dirty old men who can't 
wait to get their tongue in a cute chick like you. They'll pay her plenty. 
They'll give you 50 or 100 bucks." 

"Oh, I don't believe it," she said, "that's for millionaires." 

Her husband, Howard, shook his head. 

"You'd be surprised what some poor guys would pay to get a pussy. A good 
piece of tight ass will take a lot of money away from a guy no matter how 
little he has." 

"That's absurd," she said. "It doesn't stand to reason." 

"They're not working from reason," he explained. "They are working from 
emotion. Don't you understand?" 

"Well, I guess I do," she said, "but I never thought that men who don't make 
a lot of money would pay 50 or 100 bucks for some sex action." 

"Well, I know plenty of men who have," he said. 

"Have you?" she asked Howard suspiciously. "Yes," he said, "but it was 
before I was married." 

"Well, I hope so," she said, "because I would hate to catch you playing 
around when you are married to me." 

"I would know better than that, darling," he said. 

"Tell me about it," she said curiously. "No," he shook his head, "I don't 
like to talk about it." 

"But I want to hear about it," she insisted. "Now, don't be impossible," he 
said. 

"I am not being impossible," she said. 

"The hell you're not," he complained. 

"Yes, honey," she said, "I must know. It just intrigues me to know what 
little Howard would want a chick like that to do." 

"Well, there was one of them," he said. "Actually there were two. I was 
young and my balls were itching and I didn't care if I did drop a couple of 
bills." 

"You mean you paid $200 for it?" she demanded. 

"Yes," he said, "I did and it was worth it. One chick stuck her pussy over 
my mouth and the other one went down on me. It was a wild adventure and one 
I'll never forget." 

"That's awful," she said. 

"It wasn't awful at all," he said, "it was marvelous. The little chick that 
was down on my cock licked around my ass. She licked my balls and pumped on 
my penis for a few minutes. Then she slipped her mouth up over the head of 
it and focused the action on just the cock head. Next she slid her mouth all 
the way down over it and kept bobbing her head up and down. Oh, was I ever 
turned on. I wrapped my legs around her neck and really went to town." 

"What did you do for the other dame who was pushing her pussy in your face?" 

"What does any red-blooded guy do when he has pussy pushed at him. He eats 
it." 

"My, my, Howard," she said, "to think that you expect virginity from your 
ever-loving wife, such chastity, and look what you've done before we were 
married. I didn't have adventures like that. My experiences were very tame. 
The most I did was some heavy necking in a car at a drive-in now and then. 
Of course, I gave a few quickie blow jobs and a couple of guys fingered me 
and ate my pussy but I really didn't let them stick it into me. You know for 
a fact, Howard, I was a virgin. Don't you?" 

"You were a virgin, Peggy," he said, "and goody-goody for you." 

"I don't appreciate that sarcasm," she said. 

"Why not?" he winked. "Weren't you Miss Sexual Goody-Goody?" 

"You nasty bastard," she said. "Here I kept it clean for you and that's the 
thanks I get." 

"You didn't have anyone after you then," Howard chuckled. "You know when I 
married you that you didn't look as good as you do now. You wore glasses and 
you had those braces on your teeth and you didn't have much of a shape. You 
had to get in shape with those exercises that I gave you." 

"I was still possessed of a little baby fat," she said, "but I got rid of 
that. Now, believe me, I can turn men on and if you act smart with me, 
Howard Richmond, I'll step out and prove it." 

"If you do you'll be sorry," he warned her. 

"Is that a threat?" Peggy demanded. 

"I'm just telling you," he said, "I take those marriage vows seriously. A 
lot of bastards don't. I haven't pulled any hanky-panky on you since we were 
married and believe me, baby, it's been rough." 

"That's tough," she said, "you mean you didn't enjoy it with me. Is that 
what you're trying to tell me? Are you trying to give me a sexual 
inferiority complex?" 

"No, sweetheart," he said, "I wouldn't do a thing like that." 

"Oh, yes you would," she snapped indignantly, "you really get me disgusted." 

"Well, don't you think I've been disgusted with you," he said. "I used to 
get some good fornication. I don't get much of a fuck anymore. This is the 
first time you've been willing to go down and blow me in ages, and you know 
that I like eating pussy too." "I think you're a little twisted," she said. 
"You ought to be satisfied to stick it in the normal place." 

"Normal place, my ass," he said. "It isn't normal to do all this face to 
face, cock to pussy fucking. You've got to have a little variety. What do 
you think the tongue was invented for?" 

"To eat your food and talk," she said. "Certainly not to slip in the pussy." 

"Wrong again," Howard said with a laugh. "The tongue was made to love pussy. 
To lick those velvety vagina walls and flick it across the clit." 

"Oh, you talk dirty," she objected. "Why did I ever marry you?" 

"That's a good question," Howard told Peggy, "and I can give you the answer. 
Damn fast too. Because I was making a good salary and you were a poor little 
girl who didn't have anything. Remember that apartment you lived in with 
your aunt?" 

"Don't bring her up," she said. "I didn't care for her." 

"And that's why you married me," he said, "cause you didn't dig where you 
were living and you couldn't stand your aunt. You know, your folks deserted 
you and because I took you in, you are giving me a rough time." 

"Oh, I like you for bringing up all that past," she said. "You always loved 
to drag up my past and rake me over the coals when you don't get what you 
want. Well, it'll be a cold day before I'll go down on your cock again." 

"I wouldn't want you to go down on me," he said. "You're not even as good at 
it as the chicks I've made it with." 

"Well, go back to them," she said, "and part with your two bills. That's 
more than I get." 

"Well, you're not worth two bills," he chuckled. "You're not worth two 
cents." 

"We'll see what I'm worth," she snapped. "I'll betcha I could get a man to 
pay plenty for a piece of my ass." 

"No you couldn't," he said. "You're dead in bed." 

"If you say many more things like that," she said, "you're going to be dead 
in bed. You'll be sorry for what you said." 

"Oh, knock it off, Peggy," he said. "You really burn the hell out of me." 

"Well, don't think you don't make me disgusted," she said. "Here I gave you 
all you wanted. You said you wanted 69 and you got it. Then you were even 
trying to split me in two with an ass fuck. Of course, I resisted that 
sickness, but you got to slip it in behind and you rammed it plenty high in 
my pussy. You were lucky to get it too." 

"Knowing how stingy you are with sex," he said, "I probably was lucky to get 
it. The only reason you went to bed with me tonight was because you want 
that job to be a masseuse. I've told you over and over those men don't go 
there for a back rub. They go there for a fuck." 

"This is a massage place," she said, "not a whore house. Do you think I 
would try to get a job in a whore house?' "You might," he said, "but believe 
me, baby, you couldn't make the grade." 

Now Peggy was so furious that she felt she had no alternative but to slap 
her husband's face. Slapping his face viciously she said, "Don't you ever 
talk like that to me." 

Howard rubbed his hand over his swelling face. 

"You ought to be in the ring, honey," he said. "You've got a mean left 
hook." 

"I know how to take care of myself," she said. "I've had to put up with a 
lot of bastards in my time." 

"Why don't you divorce me, honey?" he said. 

"Not a bad idea, Howard," she said. 

"What would be your grounds?" he demanded. 

"I'd dream up something," she said. 

"Sure you would," he said, "because you are a lying, cheating, two-timing 
bitch." 

"Any more compliments, honey?" she asked acidly. 

"Well," he said tightly, "you can give me a good blow job when you put your 
mind to it." 

"Well, that's nice," she said. "As long as we're passing compliments to each 
other, I must say that you have a rather educated tongue." 

"Educated tongue," he laughed. 

"That's what I said," she said, "and it doesn't mean I care for you. As a 
matter of fact, Howard honey, I think you are revolting and disgusting. You 
don't want normal sex. You want warped sex. You don't want to just fuck me, 
you want to do me in. You want to grab me and stab me with your cock up my 
asshole. Well, you're never going to get it. And as far as I'm concerned I'm 
never going to go down on that big old cock of yours and I don't want your 
stupid tongue sliding into my pussy either. I think we ought to do it the 
way normal people do it." 

"Yes," he said, "the way normal people do it. It might interest you to know, 
honey, that young people today according to the statistics are going down on 
each other at the rate of about 90%." 

"What?" she gasped. "You mean I'm abnormal if I don't do it?" 

"Right on," Howard grinned proudly. 

"Oh, no," she said, "I don't want to be abnormal." 

"Well, then go down on me," he chuckled, "and I'll go down on you. It's the 
normal thing to do as well as the nicest and juiciest." 

Finally he caressed her and kissed her. That brought her around. 

"Then you don't care if I work at that massage place?" 

"No," he said, "I guess it's alright." 

CHAPTER TWO 

It bothered Peggy that her husband was making such a fuss about something 
that she felt confident would never be a problem. The man who ran the 
massage parlor having assured her so many times that she would never be 
forced to involve herself in sexual activities had created such confidence 
in her mind about this matter that she didn't question him or his 
proposition. However the very first time a man began suggesting sex she 
started trembling. The husky football player who was stretched out on the 
massage table turned to find out what was the matter. 

"What's the matter, Peggy?" he asked her. "Nothing," she said. 

"Maybe it's because we are just strangers," he smiled, "and you rubbing all 
my intimate parts." 

"No, it's not that," she said. 

"I'm Jeff," he said, "and I'll admit that I have a big cock when a cute dame 
like you rubs me. It gives me a real hard-on." 

"That's what I thought," she said. 

"Well, don't let it worry you," he said, "because I'm not going to force you 
to do anything." 

"Well, I wouldn't," she said. "You couldn't force me to become sexually 
involved with you." 

"Knock it off, Peggy," he said, "I know what you dames work here for." 

"Look, Jeff," she said, "you may be somebody's hero out there on the 
football field but you're just another body to me." 

"That's all I want to be," Jeff laughed. "Now, baby, why don't you play with 
it." 

He was turning over now, and removing his towel he exposed his giant-sized 
cock to her view. 

"You've got a nerve," she said evenly. 

"You mean you're not broke in yet?" he chuckled. 

"I don't know what you mean," she said. "I took this job for one reason and 
one reason only, to massage men's backs." 

"How about the thighs," he smiled. 

"Yes, that too," she said, "but certainly I will not touch your penis." 

"I don't want you to touch it," Jeff laughed. 

"I just want you to blow it." 

"I'm blowing this job," she said, as she started to run away. 

Jeff reached out and with his strong hand pulled the blonde back. 

"Go down on it," he said. "I'll give you the regular price." 

"Regular price," she shrieked, "what do you think I am?" 

"I know what you are, honey," he growled. "The only thing we're quibbling 
about is price. You're trying to stick me for a higher price by pretending 
you haven't done it here before." 

"Well, I haven't done it here," she said. 

"Well no, maybe you're new at doing it here but you've done it." 

"I've done that act for my husband," she said, "and it's not something I 
enjoy." 

"But he liked it didn't he?" he smiled at her. 

"Sure he liked it," she replied, "but he would kill me if he would find I 
was working in this place as a front for fucking." 

"Now you're using the word," he chuckled. 

"Well, when you get me mad enough," she explained, "I use a lot of words I 
don't normally use." 

"Well, good for you, baby, because those are the only words that count in my 
vocabulary. Now, blow me." 

He didn't give her an opportunity to say no. He reached for her head and 
guided her down over, his rock-hard cock. 

"Now, come on, baby," he urged her, "do me." 

He was hot and eager now and she had no alternative but to go down there and 
accommodate him. 

"Oh, wow!" he panted, "that's what I dig. Do me, baby, do me." 

She let her mouth slip down farther over his shaft and bobbed up and down 
the way he liked it. 

"That's it," he told her, "lick it. Oh, yes, baby. Go way up and down on it. 
That's it. Oh, it's a nice shaft, baby, and you're really going to get a 
mouthful and a throatful." 

He wasn't kidding, for Jeff had a giant-sized cock. She could tell he was 
really horny, and frankly she was enjoying this far more than she had with 
her husband, Howard. For one thing, Jeff's penis was much larger and he 
seemed to have a domination about him that intrigued her much more. 

"Eat it," he commanded. "Eat it. Get the juice, baby. Get the juice. Oh, 
you're going to love it. Ohh, wow!" 

As Jeff thrust away, both hands fingered through her blonde hair. He loved 
her silky, blonde hair and her hot mouth excited him no end. 

"Keep it up, baby," he begged. "Oh, yes, now you're doing it. Oh, yes, I can 
hardly stand it." 

He wrapped his legs around her and pressed his hot thighs against her 
cheeks. She loved the feeling of his thighs like this. 

"Let me twist it this way," he said as he slammed it in another angle. It 
was as if he was trying to massage the head of his shaft at different angles 
producing thrills for his penis. 

"Oh, yes," he begged, "grab my ass, honey." 

Reaching under she instinctively did as he told her. When her hands gripped 
his asscheeks, her mouth plowed up and down on his penis. 

"Oh, honey," he said, "you're going to give me a real good orgasm. It's 
going to be juicy and nice. Come on, honey." 

He was coaxing her on, enjoying it no end. 

"Gobble it, baby," he begged. "Come on, honey. That's what I like. Keep 
doing it. Oh, ah, yes, baby. Yes, keep that up. Oh, yes, lover keep it 
going." 

Harder and hotter and faster he continued. Every second was more intriguing, 
more exciting than the last. 

"Eat it," he panted. "Come on, baby, eat me. Oh, yes, gobble that stuff." 

The pleasure was becoming more intense and she was trembling with the 
vibration. 

"Oh, baby, you like it. I can tell you do. Hang in there." 

Grabbing her head he shoved his cock harder in a final thrust. This was it. 
Wild sexual action such as she had never experienced before. It was a thrill 
too for Jeff as she was a new girl and he was always delighted in breaking a 
new girl in. 

"Eat me," he gasped, "eat it. Get the juice." 

Suddenly the sperm spasmed out of the head of his shaft. As she gobbled his 
creamy, thick white cum she didn't have to be told to do him anymore. For 
now, she was in there and getting it. 

"Gobble it," he panted. "Get it!" 

The juice flooded down her throat and she almost choked on his cum. 

Finishing, she moved back. The roughness of this man appealed to her in a 
strange way. It sort of fascinated her and as he held her there with a steel 
grip, she finished his cock off completely. 

"Oh, baby," he smiled, "did I ever enjoy that. You are too much." 

It was obvious to him that she was a real turn-on and he couldn't get over 
how much fun it was to ball with her. 

"I'll give you more, honey," he smiled, "if you'll let me give you some more 
action." 

By now her own passions were inflamed and she wasn't afraid to duplicate 
what her husband did with her. 

"How would you like to slide it in from the backside?" she asked. 

"Oh, wow!" he said. "You like the back door trip?" 

"I like you to shove it to my pussy from the back angle," she smiled. "You 
can get great thrust." 

"Well, what a considerate little hooker," he grinned. 

"No," she smiled, "what an enterprising little masseuse." 

"Sorry, baby," he smiled smugly, "I forgot." 

"Right on," she said, "and I'm going to charge for this extra action too.'-' 
"Never did mind an entertainment tax," he said. "Especially when the piece 
of ass is as good as yours is." 

She immediately began undressing. She locked the door quickly and then got 
on the bed stark naked. Jeff's eyes popped out as he saw her fresh, ripe 
breasts. 

"Oh, baby," he said, "let me slide my cock between those beautiful bosoms of 
yours. Just a minute." 

He felt himself stiffening as he looked at her well-formed breasts. She lay 
there on her back at first and he straddled her. First he let his ass ride 
on her breasts, gently pushing up and down, he smiled. 

"How does it feel?" he asked. 

"Oh, your ass feels good on my breasts baby," she said, "but I think the 
best thing would be to have that great big cock of yours sliding between 
them." 

"So do I," he agreed. 

Now, he was ready. He straddled her gently, slipping his huge shaft between 
her breasts. She loved the sensation of the hard cock against her soft 
breasts. So did he. He massaged them roughly as he moved back and forth. 

"Oh, Jeff," she said as waves of erotic delight swept over her. "I never 
knew that it could be like this." 

"I don't think you've had too much experience with sex, baby," he said. "I 
like to fuck everything. Not only your bosoms but your armpits." 

"Armpits, Jeff?" she said. "You mean you can fuck them too?" 

"You bet I can," he said. "I'll show you." 

Grabbing her arm he raised it up. Then slowly he eased his cock to her 
armpit. Now, he told her to raise her arm quickly up and down. 

With her arm going up and down and his cock sliding in she noticed that he 
was perspiring and panting, he was so turned on. 

"Oh, yes," he panted, "that's what I dig. Oh, yes, baby, keep that up." 

It seemed as if the sensations would never stop. 

"Fuck it!" he gasped. "Come on, baby, fuck. Fuck faster. Oh, ah, yes, baby, 
yes." 

The super sensations that were surging through her now were driving her out 
of her mind. She felt her mound moistening. Reaching back he toyed with her 
mound as he thrust his cock into her armpit. 

"Oh," she panted, "this is wonderful." 

"You're getting such a charge out of this, baby," Jeff chuckled, "you should 
pay me instead of me paying you." 

"That wouldn't be a bad idea at all," she agreed. 

Now she was going to town. In hard driving thrusts he rammed it faster and 
faster. 

"Come on, baby," he gasped, "you're driving me ape. Oh, ah, yes, baby, yes. 
Now we're doing it. Oh, yes, fuck it!" 

He fucked away and his balls jiggled. He liked the sight of this as he 
slammed it into her armpit. Then he came. 

"I'm shooting," he cried ecstatically, "I'm shooting. My big old juicer is 
exploding." 

Indeed it was exploding. As the hot sex streaked down her armpit and down 
the side of her body she felt waves of pleasure sweeping over her pussy. He 
waited until his penis had finished shooting and then he decided it was time 
for him to go down there between her legs and enjoy himself. 

"I'm ready," he said. "I'm ready to take your pussy on." 

"You know how to use your tongue?" she asked. 

"I sure do, honey," he said. "No two ways about it." 

She was surprised at how quickly he burrowed his face down in her pussy. 

"Oh, wow," she gasped excitedly, as she reached out and clutched the sheets. 
She wadded the sheets up as her head rolled back and forth on the pillow. 

"Jeff," she cried out, "eat me. Eat my pussy. That's it, slip your tongue in 
there. Slide it around. Lick those vagina walls, honey. Oh, don't stop." 

The velvety vagina walls had never been loved like this. Faster and hotter 
the tongue stabbed away inside of her. 

"Eat me," he begged anxiously. "Eat me, baby." 

The sensations that surged through her body now made her twist and turn so 
much that Jeff had difficulty holding her in place. Finally, he gripped her 
ass tightly and kept his face there as his tongue burrowed away. When he 
nibbled on her love button, she gasped with glee and sexual ecstasy. 

"I'm juicing, Jeff," she gasped. "I can't stand it when you lick my love 
button and bite it. I go ape. 

There was no doubt about it. Jeff had a way with women and he loved to come 
to this massage place cause the boss was constantly getting fresh talent. 
This was not an unusual case, Peggy not knowing what the score was. If 
anything this was the type of situation the boss liked to generate. It put 
enthusiasm into the act as man and woman discovered each other. 

"Eat it, Jeff," she cried. "Eat my pussy. Oh, baby, be a good lover." 

The sweeping tongue brought her to ecstasy, creating multiple climaxes which 
she had never experienced before. 

Jeff loved pussy juice and he licked every delicious drop from her steaming 
mound. 

"Good to the last drop, sweetheart," he smiled. 

He licked her slit one last time and kissed it. 

"I wish my husband was like you, Jeff," she told him frankly. 

"A lot of husbands could take some tips from me," he said. 

"I just feel strange about doing this for a living," she said. 

"Don't feel funny about it baby," Jeff smiled. "You are performing a much 
needed service." 

"Maybe I am," she agreed. 

After Jeff was gone she had time for sobering thought. The manager came in 
and spoke with her a moment. 

"I want to congratulate you on a job well done," he smiled. 

"Oh, thank you," she told him. "I'm happy when the customers are satisfied." 

"So am I," he said. "That's the name of the massage game." 

Before she knew what was happening, Steve was pulling down his shorts and he 
flipped out a giant sized penis in front of her. 

"Sorry," she said, "wrong number." 

"Come on," he insisted. 

"No, Steve," she said. "If I'm in the business I'm not going to tolerate any 
monkey business." 

"Oh, get off it," he begged her. 

"No," she said, "you'll have to pay for it just like the rest." 

"But the boss gets free samples," he insisted. 

"That's what you think," she said. 

He was getting more and more disgusted every moment. Now she realized that 
she was expected to service him too. She didn't care particularly for him 
and the last thing she wanted to do was to go down on him. But he was 
stroking it there as if the juice would spurt out any moment. 

"Just a quickie, cutie," he told her. 

"Alright," she said, "I'll do it. But dammit I don't like to give it away 
for free." 

"Like all the other dames," he said. "Once they know that they can get paid 
for blow jobs and sex, they want to charge every time." 

Dropping to her knees she pulled it to her lips. She looked at its huge head 
and saw the juice surfacing at the slit. 

"Just put your pretty pink tongue out there and lick it," he smiled. 

"Alright," she agreed. 

Her hot tongue lashed out and she began licking. 

"Oh, that's great," he told her. "Just great." She was enjoying it now 
intensely and so was he. 

"Oh, baby," he told her, "you are too much." 

She laved the head of it carefully and he became more and more excited. 

"Oh, that's wild," he told her. "Keep that going. Come on, baby. Come on and 
do it." 

Every second he became more excited. 

"Oh, do it," he begged. "Oh yes, baby, keep that going." 

The hot excitement continued. She could hardly stand it. 

"Oh, wow!" he panted. "Come on, baby, come on!" 

The super sensations that flooded through his body at this point had him 
really stimulated. 

Now it was up to her to finish it. She jiggled his testicles and he loved 
that. 

"Oh, you know how to do it there," he told her, "real good." 

Steve's balls were big. She did her best to get him excited all the way. 

"Oh," he groaned with delight. "That's what I dig. Love me. Oh, yes, baby, 
do me!" 

The super sensations that flooded through his body at this point grabbed 
him. 

"Oh, wow!" he panted, "that's what I dig. Keep it going, baby. Keep it 
going." 

Now he was trembling with delight and so was she. 

"Eat my meat," he told her. "Yes, baby, yes." 

She was developing a desire for sperm juice even though the thought 
originally had repelled her when her husband had asked her to do it. She 
loved it now. 

"Gobble it," he told her. "Baby, gobble my cock!". 

The hot sperm spasmed into her mouth. Eagerly she devoured his cum. It was 
creamy, thick and delicious to her taste. 

"Oh, you really go for that in a big way, don't you baby," he smiled down on 
her, as his hands gripped her, guiding her over his giant-sized cock. 

"Oh, wow!" he panted, "do I ever like that." 

Marvelous pleasure was derived from his new recruit. 

"I don't know whether I should let you do it to anybody else or not," he 
grinned. 

Slipping her mouth off his penis, she smiled. 

"Well, I'm glad you're satisfied," she said. 

Getting to her feet, he warned her. 

"Never tell your husband. I don't want any trouble with jealous husbands." 

"Don't worry," she said, "Howard would have ten fits." 

"Well, the best thing to do, baby, is not mention it. What he doesn't know 
won't hurt him." 

"You can say that again," she laughed. 

"This is no laughing matter," Steve said, as he pulled his shorts up and 
then his pants. "Half the murders in the country are jealous lovers." 

"I guess it's more dangerous to be in love than it is to walk in Central 
Park at night," she said. 

"That's right," he said, "and it's funny. They used a Saturday night special 
to do it." 

"I read you," she said. "You mean the Saturday night special gun and the 
Saturday night special fuck." 

"Right on," he said, "you read me." 

He understood completely what she was talking about. 

"I'll be careful," she commented. 

When she went home that night she had a lot more money than she had ever had 
since she married. It gave her a good feeling but more than that she felt 
she was really swinging. She resented the fact that her husband enjoyed 
playing around when he could, but expected her to keep her pussy padlocked. 
She resented it no end. When she got home her husband looked at her 
suspiciously. 

"You know I've heard from a lot of fellows where I work," he said, "that 
those little massage parlors were nothing more than sex shops." 

"Oh, you talk to a bunch of fellows with dirty minds," she reprimanded him. 

"Well, I don't know about that," he told her. 

"Well, I do," she said, "they all have dirty foul minds." 

He was getting more and more disgusted about it and so was she. Every moment 
was a more difficult one for them for the strain was showing. 

"Well, I'm afraid to tell anyone at work that my wife works at one of those 
massage places," he told her. 

"You don't have to feel that way, darling," she smiled. 

"Yes I do," he said, "if I'm going to be honest with myself." 

"Well, you never have been honest with either yourself or me." 

"The reason you're so particular about my playing around is because of your 
own infidelities." 

"Well," he said. "I suppose you think your sexual appetites are the same as 
mine." 

"Well, they may be," she told him indignantly. 

"Well, that's too bad. Now you think you can act as horny as a man. Where 
are you getting ideas like this? You aren't going to any of those women's 
lib meetings, are you?" 

"Look," she told him, "I'm so sick and tired of you men thinking that you 
have all the balls. We have an opportunity to live differently now. Women 
can play around if they want to. I've heard about aggressive women at 
offices making plays for men they dug. There's nothing wrong with that." 

"Yeah," he said, "and maybe you don't find it disgusting but I do. A woman's 
place is in the home." 

"Yeah, I know what you want," she said angrily. "You want a mother in the 
living room, a cook in the kitchen, and a whore in the bedroom." 

"Well, that's not a bad combination," he laughed. 

"Well, as far as I'm concerned it is," she told him frankly. 

"You, sweetheart," he told her, "are impossible." 

"No," she said, "I'm being realistic. You haven't been realistic in years. 
You have thought you could run over me roughshod. I get sick and tired of 
never having any spending money." 

"Your greedy little fingers will get all they want now," he said. "You'll 
probably sell yourself on the side. Then you'll come home with some dread 
disease. Well, I don't like seconds." 

"I don't either," she said, "and judging from some of the experiences with 
the chicks that you have had I'm getting a lot more than seconds. I'm 
getting about 52nds." 

"Now, baby," he said, "you forget the difference of the sexes. Man was meant 
to play around and woman was meant to stay at home in the playpen." 

"Keep that scuttlebutt for someone ignorant enough to believe it. I'm free 
to do as I please, and if you don't like it you can shove it." 

"I sure would like to shove it up your asshole," he said, "but you won't let 
me." 

"No, lover," she said, "you're lucky that I give you a blow job and if you 
act this way much more you won't be safe when you stick it in my mouth 
because I'll bit it off." 

"Is that a nice thing for a wife to say to a husband?" he said. "The man is 
supposed to be the head of the house." 

"Well, you've got the head alright," she said. "Only it's all between your 
legs." 

"Dig, dig," he said, "if it will make your submerged ego happy my big balls 
can take it." 

She was becoming really incensed at the way he was treating her. 

"I think you should cool off with no sex for awhile," she said. 

"Hey, that's not fair," he complained. 

"Sure it is," she said. "If you can't act nice why should I give you a fuck. 
I only believe in jumping into bed with a husband who shows a little love." 

"I can show you love," he said. "Plenty of it." 

"Yeah," she said. "All you want to do is fuck my asshole. Then you talk 
about using a French tickler or watching me on one of those fucking machines 
while you jerk off. How demented can you get?" 

"You'd be surprised," he grinned knowingly. 

"Don't flash one of your winning smiles at me," she said. "That's how I fell 
for you in the first place. You had such nice white teeth, such beautiful 
hair, such a great physique. Well, it all went to your head." 

"And that's why I've got such a big cock," he teased. 

She wasn't buying now and he was disturbed over this fact. 

"Can't we have any fun anymore?" he asked. "Sure we can," she replied. 
"Alright," he said, "let's go to bed." 

"Not interested," she said emphatically. 

"Just as I thought," he said. "You're getting too much cock over at that 
massage parlor." 

"You say that one more time," she said, "and I'm going to go get the 
baseball bat and use it over your head." 

"I don't have that baseball bat anymore," he said. "I gave it to my mom to 
keep." 

"Oh, I thought you'd never part with that," she said. "You were always so 
proud of the fact that you were such a great baseball player in college." 

"You can still use a golf club," he smiled. 

"Not a bad idea," she agreed, "but I would hate to hit that thick skull and 
ruin the club." 

"Oh, honey," he said, "you're so funny. You should be on TV." 

"Well, you're in the doghouse now as far as I'm concerned." 

He came over to his wife and tried to shine up to her. He wrapped his arms 
around her and whispered, "You remember that nice dress that you wanted?" 

"Sure I do," she said, "and you never got it for me." 

"I'll get you that dress," he smiled, "if you'll give me a nice piece of ass 
tonight." 

"The 30 dollar one or the hundred dollar one?" she asked. 

"Look, I'm not made of money. If I were giving a hundred dollars for it I 
would get me one of those Vegas specialty gals." 

"Well, I can do anything they can do." 

"Well, they'll do everything," he declared. "You can stick it in their 
mouth, in their ass, stick it in their pussy. They'll lick everything. 
They'll lick your asshole out. They'll lick your balls and they'll lick your 
cock. Will you do all of that?" 

"I should say not," she said. "Well," he said, "you can get the $30 dress 
then." 

"I like that," she said. "Putting fucks on a cash and carry basis." 

"Now, look baby," he said, "you mustn't complain. You can't have your cock 
and eat it too." 

"Look," she said, "I think that a super blow job is worth a lot more than 
$30." 

"Well, I'm just giving you going rates and that's for a top performer. Some 
of them will do a quickie for $10." 

"I suppose you get quickies on the way home for lunch." 

"Well, there are plenty of chicks hitchhiking that'll do it. They're out 
there standing on the street corners trying to earn their fucking living." 

"That would be nice," she said, "after one of those foul little dames has 
had that cock in her mouth, I'm supposed to get some disease." 

"Well," he said, "you never can be sure." 

"Well, that's why I'm going to quit having anything to do with you 
sexually," she complained. "You've been too promiscuous. I'm going to keep 
my pussy pure for a little while longer." 

"Oh, I love the way you call your pussy pure," he chuckled. "That's what you 
think of it. Look, your pussy is not any purer than anybody else's and if 
you don't want to take my cock in it you don't have to. It's an honor." 

"An honor," she shot back to him. "I don't know what you're talking about." 

"Well," he smiled, "you don't get your dress." 

"I'll buy my own dresses," she said. 

"Just what I thought," he said, "that job has made you independent. You 
don't feel that you need me anymore." 

"Well," she smiled, "do I really? I think I can make my own way, that is, if 
I should have to." 

"Well, you'd better do it now, baby, while you got that body beautiful. Wait 
until you lose your shape and then you won't be able to peddle your pussy." 

"I'm going to keep my shape for a long time, lover," she said, "and did you 
ever look in the mirror at your pot belly?" 

"Is that a nice thing to do," he said, "knock me? Look you married the slob 
and you'd better treat him good. You got rights and I got my legal rights 
too." 

"Your fucking rights?" she smiled. "Is that what you are concerned with?" 

"What man isn't?" he demanded. 

"Well, that's just bitchin," she said. 

He went to the bedroom and took some linen out of the closet and then he 
came out and began placing it on the sofa. 

"What are you doing?" she asked. 

"I'll sleep out here," he said. "If you don't want to give me what I need 
I'll sleep out here." 

"Oh, you don't have to do that," she said. 

"I want to," he complained. 

"Well, I want you to be happy, honey," she said, "and if you'll be happier 
out here in the living room, I wouldn't do anything to keep you from being 
happy." 

He got the point and she got the point too. So, it was as if battle lines 
had been drawn. Going to her bedroom alone she hated herself. She knew that 
she had been so vindictive because she had been well-buttered in the ego 
department at the massage parlor and she felt guilty as hell. She didn't 
know that Harold had been disloyal to her, but she suspected that he had, 
because he told her about all the women he had balled before they were 
married. Yet, he was constantly claiming he was loyal to her and asking her 
to take loyalty sex oaths all the time. 

"Goodnight, honey," she called out to him. 

Silence greeted her words. This frustrated her more. Going out to him she 
bent over and kissed his cheek. 

"Don't try and make up to me," he said. "You have been impossible tonight." 

"I'm sorry, honey," she said. 

"You go to bed alone," he said. "If you don't appreciate me that's alright." 

"I'm sorry, baby, I do appreciate you but you have made life awfully 
difficult for me." 

"No, I haven't," he insisted. 

That night Peggy did not sleep well. Her conscience bothered her. She was 
not sure that her husband was loyal or disloyal to her, and it bothered her 
enormously to think that she might be criticizing him when he had done 
nothing to be criticized for. However, the next morning when she woke up he 
was gone. She wasn't even sure that he had spent the entire night in the 
living room That bothered and perplexed her. Yet, she knew there was nothing 
she could do about it. She did her daily duties about the house and got 
ready for her four hour early evening assignment at the massage parlor. 

Steve called her up. 

"Say I still feel great from that good time you gave me last night," he told 
her enthusiastically. 

"Steve," she told him frankly, "I don't think it is very good for you to 
call me at home.. It would be awful if my husband got suspicious. He is the 
jealous kind." 

"Alright, baby doll," he said, "I just wanted to make sure we didn't scare 
you off." 

"No," she assured him, "you haven't scared me off." 

As she spoke with him she realized that he really wasn't such a bad guy. 

"I've got a great customer for you tonight," he told her. "A rich 
businessman who pays plenty. He likes a lot of action and he's real athletic 
about it." 

"What do you mean," she demanded. 

"Well, baby," he told her, "he digs all kinds of positions." 

"How many positions can you get in?" she asked sarcastically. 

"You'd be surprised," he said. "This cat can get in more positions than you 
can imagine. Some of the chicks around here really dig him. They never know 
what position he is going to pick next." 

"Well after the armpit fucking last night," she said, "I really don't know 
what to expect next." 

"Well, isn't that what makes life exciting," Steve chuckled. 

"In a way, yes," she said quietly, "and in a way, no." 

As they talked together they realized many things. She realized one thing 
for sure, she was in for adventure. 

Howard called up from work and was all apologies. 

"I'm sorry that I went out and drank until two in the morning," he told his 
wife. 

"Well, I didn't even know it," she said coyly, "but confession is good for 
the soul, they say." 

"Right on, Honey," he said, "and when I was at the bar I picked up a dame 
and I stayed at her place. I didn't come back last night." 

"That's nice you bastard," she said, and hung up on him. 

CHAPTER THREE 

That evening when Peggy went to work she was proud of herself. Steve tipped 
her off that the first customer would not be the businessman with the loot. 
He told her she could hurry through him as he was just another legitimate 
customer. 

"It's nice there's a legitimate one now and then," she laughed. 

"It's nice for the pocketbook if there's the other kind too," Steve winked. 

"I read you, honey," she grinned. 

As she went into the massage parlor she got a good look at the man who was 
lying there. He was a handsome black man and he had a huge shaft. She could 
tell by the way the towel stood up on end. 

"I give a back massage," she said. 

"Alright, you can rub my back." 

He turned over on the table and then she suggested coyly, "Would you like a 
shower first?" 

"I sure would if you would wash me off," he said. 

"Well," she giggled, "for a price I could." 

"Good girl," he said, "about 50 bucks?" 

"What does that include?" she smiled. 

"Oh, about everything," he said. "I would like to 69 with you, baby." 

"Alright," she said, "but I have another patient coming in half an hour." 

"I can take care of all my needs in a half an hour," he assured her. "It 
might only take a couple of seconds." 

As he got off the massage table and she got a load of his giant-sized black 
cock, she knew he wasn't kidding. 

"Oh, you've got a big one," she complimented him. 

"Well, thank you," he said, "I take that as one helluva big compliment." 

"You take it any way you can get it, don't you big boy?" 

"You bet your sweet ass I do," he grinned. 

Locking the door with the double bolt, Peggy promptly proceeded to take off 
her clothes. The black man watched as he let his tongue sweep along his 
lips. 

"Look nice to you?" Peggy said softly. 

"You bet baby," he said. "I think the prettiest sight in the world is 
watching a woman take off her clothes." 

"It depends on the woman," Peggy said. 

"Ain't that the truth," he chuckled. 

Now he was getting a big charge out of her panties and bra. He came over to 
her and said, "Let me help you, honey." 

Reaching around he unclasped her bra. Then he teased and toyed with her 
nipples and the elastic band of her panties. Reaching in he groped her 
asscheeks with his two hands. 

"Would I like to get up there," he smiled. 

"Sweetheart," she said, "if you got up there with that giant sized cock, 
where would I be?" 

"You'd be split in two," he chuckled. 

"You're so right, lover," she said. "I'll do well to take that banana in my 
pussy." 

He pulled her panties down and dropped to his knees as if he worshipped her 
pussy. She loved the excitement of him kneeling before her. 

"You want to kiss it?" she asked him. 

"I want to eat it," he said. 

"Don't you want me to take a shower first?" she asked. 

"I'll take mine au natural," he chuckled, and pulled her tighter to him. Now 
the big black man had his face buried in her mound. He licked away as his 
hot tongue flicked away at the slit. 

"Oh, stab it in there," she begged. "Stab it in there. Oh, I love it. Now, 
you're doing it. That feels good. Real good." 

He stabbed it in there and she was becoming more and more excited. 

"Come on, baby," she said "That's what I want. Keep that going." 

The pleasure was mounting more every moment now. She reached down and 
grabbed his head and guided it in her vagina. The hot tongue licked away and 
he was becoming more excited every moment. 

"Eat it," she cried passionately. "Come on, honey. Eat it." 

The super sensations were building more and more every second and she knew 
that it wouldn't take much more of that tongue stabbing action and she would 
be juicing in his face. 

"Oh, yes," she cried, "now you're doing it. Oh, tiger, lick." 

The black man was getting his white pussy and she was getting a big charge 
out of all the action. 

"Oh, sweetheart," she told him, "you really know how to use that tongue. 
You've got a rhythm that it never had before." 

She saw his cock grow longer and harder right before her eyes. 

"I can't stand it," she gasped passionately as erotic waves of pleasure 
washed over her. Suddenly she juiced in his face and he didn't miss any of 
it. He licked her leg to not miss any. 

"Oh, eat it," she cried eagerly, "eat it. Oh, yes, now you're doing it. Oh, 
ah, yes, yes. That's the way I like it. Oh, eat me." 

The super delight of what she was going through reached her. 

"Oh, I love it," she cried. "Now you're doing it." 

He was getting her there in multiples. No man had ever given her such 
sensations. She could hardly wait to feel that huge cock ramming into her. 

When he had finished he moved and his face was covered with beads of 
perspiration. "How did you dig it?" she asked. "Hot diggity," he said. 

He got to his feet and stepped into the shower. 

"I'll just cool off and be ready. I can't wait to slip my cock into your 
pussy." 

"That's where it belongs, honey," she said. "Don't they call it the 
'cockpit'?" 

"You bet your white ass they do," he said, slapping her playfully. 

He was really eager now for action and so was she... Together they took the 
shower. He had a good time washing her off and she got a big charge out of 
his enormous cock as she washed it down with soap suds she could hardly 
stand it. 

"What do you think of my 9-incher?" he asked. 

"I think it's a good one," she said. "I bet you have a lot of women trying 
to get it. Don't you?" 

"Keeps me in business, baby," he said. 

"I can see why," she said giggling. 

He reached over and manipulated her breasts. His big black hands on her 
white breasts were a stark contrast. He loved to pinch the nipples. 

"Oh, you're hurting me," she complained. 

"Well, I hope so," he chuckled, "I'm a sadist. I get my pleasure out of your 
pain." 

"Oh, you're a nice guy," she laughed. 

"That's what they tell me." 

"Oh, all the charm of a cobra," she laughed. 

Finishing the shower they dried off and went back to the massage room. 

"Now, baby," he smiled, "I'd like you to straddle fuck me." 

"I don't know what you're talking about," she told him. 

"You new here or something?" he asked. "Yes, I am," she said. 

"Too bad," he said, "I don't like to work with beginners. I prefer 
professional pussy." 

"Well, you've got a nerve." 

"Okay, honey," he said. "I'll teach you the old straddle fuck. The man lies 
on his back and then the woman slides down on his cock. You do it so the guy 
can reach up there and play with the breasts. I told you I like to pinch 
those nipples." 

"Well, don't pinch them too hard," she said. "You may be a sadist but I am 
sure as hell not a masochist." 

"Sorry, baby," he said, "didn't mean to hurt you." 

There wasn't the shadow of a doubt in her mind that he was good at what he 
was doing, but yet it made her feel a bit awkward as she mounted him. 
Grasping his rock-hard cock she guided it to her slit. 

"Now just shove down, honey," he said, "and we'll get this straddle fuck on 
the road." 

She pushed her pussy down over the head of the black shaft. It slipped on 
smoothly. 

"Doesn't that feel good?" he demanded quick- "Yes, tiger," she said, "it 
feels mighty juicy." 

They were sliding around in the lubrication of her vagina and his cock 
juice. 

As they continued this act he got more intense with his fingers on her 
breast. 

"Easy, baby," she said, "that hurts." 

"Sorry, love," he said, "but it's the only way I can get happy." 

"Well, hurry up and get that big cock of yours off," she begged him. 

Now he began driving it to her in savage thrusts. 

"Oh, wow!" he gasped, "that is too much. Keep it up. Oh, ah, yes, yes. 
That's the way to do it." 

The rock hard cock stabbed this way and that and she followed his cock stab 
movements. 

"Oh, you're a wild woman," he gasped, "you know how to do it. Turn your 
tail. Twist your tail. Come on, fuck it!" 

When he would jab his cock to the left she would twist her tail to the 
right. Keeping up this alternate action they were producing a slimy, juicy 
climax quickly. 

"Oh, wow," the black man panted, "I'm cuming. Oh, yes I made it." 

As the hot creamy substance flooded into her pussy, she ground her hips 
around. 

"Oh, wow," she panted, "that's what I want. Keep it up, baby. Keep it 
going." 

She continued twisting her tail until she juiced too. 

Now he was still thrusting when a knock was heard at the door. 

"Hurry it up," Steve called, "hurry up." 

She accelerated the pace of her movements and squeezed all the juice out of 
the head of his cock. Then she slid herself off his slickened cock. 

"How'd that grab you?" 

"I enjoyed it," she said. 

He paid her the 50 bucks and then she took a shower and began dressing once 
more. 

"You look so nice and clean," he smiled, as he looked at her in her white, 
nylon massage uniform. 

"You had a good time didn't you?" she asked. "Sure I did," he said. "I want 
to be a steady customer of yours." 

"Anytime," she smiled. 

Realizing how fast she could pick up money she got excited but the moment he 
walked out she got a little jolt. 

"Give me my half," Steve insisted. 

"Why you pig," she snapped. "How dare you ask for a cut like that." 

"That's the way it goes," he said. "Business is business. If I didn't have 
this place you wouldn't have the chance to make the loot. Sorry, baby." 

Handing him half the money she said under her breath. "I know just how sorry 
you are." 

Realizing what a difficult man he could be she wasn't eager to take on 
another customer. 

"Doesn't any legitimate customers ever come here?" 

"Oh, every now and then," he complained. "That's too bad," she said, 
"because I don't care to do this all the time." 

"Well we don't make much money in the legit trade," he said. "Can't charge 
them much more than $10." 

"Maybe you are spoiled," she suggested. 

"And don't try to tell me you dames don't get spoiled," he said. "Fortunes 
are made by a tight pussy in the right place at the right time." 

"You've got a point there," she said. "Some of us marry for love." 

"Shove it," he laughed. 

After he was gone she waited for her customer. She wondered what it would be 
like to take someone on who wanted so many unique things. Her mind spun when 
she thought of all the things she might have to be involved with. At the 
same time guilt feelings were going through her. She began to think of her 
mother and father. She knew what they would think of her if they knew she 
had come to this end. 

Just as she was thinking of all these dark thoughts, in walked a dark-haired 
Latin man with a moustache. 

"A penny for your thoughts, baby," he said, whacking her on the ass. 

"Well, I can read your thoughts," she said, "and I wouldn't have to ask a 
penny." 

He began undressing quickly and she could tell he was very proud of himself. 

"I guess you've been waiting all evening for me," he said. "I got here as 
quick as I could." 

"Yeah," she said. "The wait was killing. I had about four customers ahead of 
you." 

"Well, you'll be primed for me, baby," he said, "cause when I cum I take 
time." 

"Good for you," she said. "If there's anything I like it's a healthy ego." 

When he had finished undressing she could see why he was proud of himself. 
He did have a fantastic body and a unique suntan. 

"Now aren't you going to strip, sweetheart?" he smiled. 

"Is that part of the deal?" she asked. 

"Now don't play innocent," he said. "I'm here to fuck." 

"Don't be vulgar," she laughed. 

She stripped down to her black lace panties and black lace bra and he told 
her to stop. 

"Stop right there, darling," he said. "That's enough. I enjoy looking at you 
just like this. Your body turns me on." 

"Well, don't think you don't turn me on too," she said. 

Glancing down at her crotch he could see moistening now. 

"Well, if there's anything I like it's a horny lady," he said. "Well," she 
smiled slyly, "meet a horny lady." He got up on the table and told her, "Now 
the thing I would really like now is a good prostate massage." 

She poured some oil in her hands and began massaging up and down his spine. 

"What's your name, lover?" she asked. 

"Dennis," he told her, "just call me Dennis. We're like ships that cross in 
the night and we don't need second names. Do we, darling?" 

"No, Dennis," she said, "my name is Peggy." 

"Well, Peggy," he said, "do a good job on my back and my ass." 

"You don't have to worry about me," she said, "I know how to do it." 

"I'll see if you do," he said. "I've had some of the best women in town rub 
me." 

"I'll bet you have," she told him. "You look like the play around kind." 

"I am," he told her, "and there is nothing wrong with it either." 

"If you say so," she said, as her hands reached down and kneaded his behind. 

"Oh, that feels so good to have your slippery hands on my ass," he said. 

She went on kneading and pummeling his ass-cheeks and then he smiled. 

"How about the prostate?" he asked. Her fingers worked down to where the 
prostate was located. He loved the sensations she was producing with her 
sensational finger movements. 

"That's the way I like it," he told her. "Oh, yes, feels good. Feels real 
good." 

The pleasure was mounting every moment now and they were both enjoying it 
immensely. 

"Keep that up," he told her. "Oh, yes, that's the way I like it. Keep it 
going." 

Now he could hardly stand it. The intense excitement they were enjoying 
together was building to a passionate pitch. 

"You know what I really like?" he demanded. 

"I have no idea," she told Dennis flatly. 

"I'm going to arch my ass and give you three guesses," he said as his ass 
lifted up off the table and he parted his asscheeks. 

"No dice," she told him. "I don't lick ass." 

"How about a little kiss," he smiled. 

"I'll kiss it," she said, "on the left cheek and that's all." 

"You're not a good chick at all," he complained. "I'm used to girls that 
give great tongue jobs." 

"Sorry," she said, "but I don't go for that sort of thing." 

"I don't know whether I should continue with you or not," he said. "You 
haven't been trained." 

"Trained to stick my tongue up your asshole?" she said with a shrug. 

"Yes, sweetheart," he said, "didn't Steve tell you that was one of the 
things I dig?" 

"It's a good thing he didn't," she said, "or I wouldn't be in here with 
you." 

"Alright," he said, "slap my ass and kiss it." 

"How absurd," she said tightly. 

"It feels good, baby," he said. It gets the blood rushing down there and 
then you kiss it." 

"I would like to take a hammer to it," she said, "you'd feel that." 

"Don't be difficult," he said. "I don't dig those women who like to whip 
men." 

She gave his ass a good whack with her hand a few times until it was red, 
and then she bent over and kissed his left cheek just as she said she would. 

"Couldn't you lick the right one too?" he said. 

"I've drawn my boundary lines," she said, "and your left cheek is all I will 
lick." 

"Alright," he told her, "but I want a little ball action." 

"Ball action?" she demanded, "what's that Dennis dear?" 

"Peggy, honey," he said, "that's when you take both balls in your mouth and 
do a little loving." 

"It's the weirdest thing I ever heard," she said. "Steve never mentioned it. 
I give simple blow jobs and that's about it." 

"Oh, you really need training," he said. "Where are you from, the toolies?" 

"Take it easy, honey," she said, as she began massaging his balls 
vigorously. 

"Easy does it," he said, "those are nuts you're handling." 

"Sorry," she said, "I'm nuts about those nuts." 

Crouching at his crotch she began licking at his balls. He liked that but he 
wanted more action. 

"I would really consider it fantastic if you would give me a rim job," he 
said. 

She pulled her mouth away from his balls and said, "What in the hell is a 
rim job?" 

"You don't know nothing," he said. "A rim job is an ass suck." 

"Oh," she said, "I thought we had that understood." 

"But I just can't grasp it," he said. 

"Alright, honey," she said, "I'll lick your balls." 

She licked them gingerly with her tongue. He liked the lapping, licking 
noisy movements. Then opening her mouth she took one ball in and then the 
other. 

"Grab my cock," he told her, "and do a little pumping, baby." 

She gripped his penis and savagely pumped it and also did her thing on his 
balls. He loved the double action. 

"Keep it up," he begged. "Oh, yes, baby, yes. That's what I like." 

The pleasure mounted every moment. 

"Oh, wow," he panted, "that's what I dig. Oh, baby, keep it going." 

It wasn't going to be very long now. Every second was more pleasurable than 
the last. 

"Keep it up," he gasped. "Oh, yes." 

She kept it up until his penis was vibrating with erotic pleasure. 

"Let loose of my balls, baby," he said, "and lick up to the top of it." 

Letting his balls slip out of her mouth she started licking up to the top of 
his penis. She capped it finally with her mouth and hung in there tightly. 
He loved the feel of her lips around the head of the shaft. 

She nibbled gently and then he gripped her head and guided her all the way 
down on his shaft. 

"Go to town, honey," he gasped. "That's it, take it in." 

She took every inch of it in and was giving him the wild time he wanted. 

"Oh, baby," he gasped eagerly, "you don't know how good that feels. Oh, ah, 
yes, yes. Keep that going." 

The intense pleasure that he was experiencing at this moment was increasing. 

"Oh, come on, baby," he gasped excitedly, "that is beautiful. Oh, ah, yes, 
yes, baby. Oh, yes, all the way." 

The super sensations that flooded her mind were driving her crazy. She was 
enjoying it now , as much as he was enjoying driving it to her. Dennis had 
his hot legs wrapped around her as his thighs pressed her cheeks and her 
head bobbed up and down over his penis. 

"You're going to get a nice creamy reward, honey," he panted. "Keep it up." 

He was really steamed up and enjoying himself. 

"Eat it," he panted, "that's the way I like. Eat it. 

"Oh, ah, yes that's it, baby. Keep it up." 

Now he was flipping out. He could hardly stand the excitement of what was 
happening. 

"Oh, wow," he panted, "I love this. Come on, baby, come on." 

Suddenly he gushed. As the hot sperm erupted like a hot volcano in her 
mouth, she devoured him. He threw his head back and forth as he squeezed his 
legs in sheer delight. 

"Oh, baby, that's super." 

The intense pleasure he derived in giving himself to her in the sticky 
fashion gripped her. 

"Oh, baby," she bubbled, "do I ever love that." sliding her mouth off him 
she hoped for a rest. But he didn't want to give her a rest. 

"Now, baby," he said, "time for round two." 

"Haven't you had enough," she said, "don't you dig time out for a breather?" 

"Why, baby," he told her, "I don't need to." 

From the sight of him he didn't. His cock was as rigid and ready as ever. 
Grasping it he got off the table. Then he picked up a chair and sat down. 

"Come over here, baby," he said, "and slide your pretty pussy over my cock." 

Going over to the chair she watched in the mirror as she slid her mound down 
over his rigid penis. 

"Oh, keep that up," he told her, "keep it going." 

The pleasure that she was deriving now was almost more than she could stand. 

"Fuck it," he panted. "Fuck, baby, fuck." 

Now the pleasure intensified. Her breasts were jiggling up and down in his 
face and he began licking them both. He darted from one breast to another as 
his hands gripped her ass cheeks and he guided her up and down his cock 
shaft. 

"Oh, that feels good," he panted. 

"Dennis, baby, you are a real studsman." 

"I told you I was good at fucking," he told her. 

He used his teeth effectively when he would move his mouth over a breast. 

"Oh, honey," she cried, "you are a real casa-nova." 

He moved from one breast to another and then he really rammed hard. "Keep 
your tail twisting and grab it," he told her. 

She grabbed his cock and vigorously she massaged his muscles. 

"That's the way I like it," he said. "I like to have you reach around and 
massage my back while you're getting it in the pussy." 

She laughed as she watched in the mirror. 

"We're a wild fucking sight," she laughed, "but I love it." 

"So do I, darling," he assured her. 

He went on thrusting and enjoying every second of it. 

"Fuck it," he panted. "Fuck, baby, fuck." 

He shot high in her pussy a second or two later. She continued gripping 
vigorously on his penis and then she came too. As he became more excited she 
did too. When it was all over they were sweaty, happy fuckers. 

She slid off the chair and told him, "Now you've had enough for tonight, 
Dennis." 

"Have I?" he said. 

She collapsed in a heap on the massage table but Dennis was still hard. 

"Are you on something, Dennis?" she asked him bluntly. 

"What do you mean, honey?" 

"I mean have you done something to make that big cock stay hard?" she said. 

"I'm doing what comes naturally," he answered. He got up on the table and 
straddled her. For a moment she thought that he was going to attempt to give 
her anal sex. 

"I don't dig it that way," she said "If you're going to enter me it's got to 
be by the front door. None of that back door stuff, baby." 

"I just want to slip it between the crack in your ass. I don't have to stuff 
it up there." 

"Well, you'd better not, baby," she told him, "because I don't dig that." 

He went on thrusting away and she was more and more excited every moment. 

"Oh, wow, that's nice. Keep that backfield in motion." 

"Like this," she said, grinding her ass around. 

"Oh, that feels good between the pillows of your ass," he said. 

He kept this up a moment or two and shot another load. 

"You shoot as many times as Dillinger used to," she laughed. 

"I guess that's true," he smiled, "only I don't kill anybody. I just give 
them a good time." 

"You can say that again," she said, as she felt her mound moistening. 

When he had finished this time he got up from the treatment table and went 
to take a shower. He didn't have much time for conversation. 

"You're going to be well paid for this, honey," he said. "I always leave a 
hundred and a little tip." 

She smiled, "A tip?" 

He tucked a ten in her pussy slit and smiled. 

"Take that out of there," she said. "Money is unsanitary." 

"Baby," he said, "with all the use your pussy gets it's unsanitary too." 

"Now is that a nice thing to say?" she demanded. 

"Well, I'm not a very nice man," he chuckled. 

After he had gone, Steve came in. 

"Well, we credit you with 50 and now I want you to split the ten." 

"Split the ten," she demanded, "what are you talking about?" 

"I know how much he gives. That bastard always tips ten. Five belongs to 
me." 

"What did you do to earn it?" 

"I had to recruit this clientele," he said. 

"Well, it isn't very difficult when you have a lot of nice women here," she 
said. 

"It still takes time to locate the men who come here." 

"Alright, here's your ten. I want five back." 

"Naturally." 

Peeling off a wad of bills that made her eyes bulge he picked up the ten and 
slipped her a five. 

"Thanks Mr. Generosity," she said. "Easy does it," he told her, "I don't 
take any crap from anybody. Especially not you chicks. 

You're the luckiest chicks in the world. A lot of chicks are grinding their 
ass out for $10 or $15 a day. You should see what it's like in some other 
countries." 

"It's inflation here," she said, "and a hundred bucks doesn't go as far as 
it used to." 

"Yeah," he told her, "but the prices for pussy are inflated too." 

Peggy began wishing she had never become involved with such an organization. 
She thought her husband was much better to her than she had ever given him 
credit for being. She was starting to feel guilty, but there was nothing she 
could do about her guilt feelings for she had made her decision. She was 
going to be a masseuse come hell or high water. This mattered to her a lot. 

She thought she could go for help to someone. She called her girlfriend up 
and figured she could get some consolation. However, all she got was her 
answering service telling her she wasn't in. Then she finally went home. 
When she got there, Howard was disgusted. 

"I don't like coming home and not finding you here," he complained. 

"There are plenty of TV dinners in the refrigerator," she said. 

"What if I don't want to eat a TV dinner," he told her. 

"That's tough, isn't it?" 

She was beginning to feel her oats now that she was bringing home the bacon. 
She went into the bedroom and was undressing. When she peeled off her 
clothes her husband looked at her eagerly. The last thing on earth she 
wanted was more action. 

"Are you ready for some fun, baby?" he smiled. "No, darling," she said, "I'm 
not ready for any fun." 

"Oh, don't be cruel," he said, "you know you have your marital obligations." 

"Sure I do," she said, "and that's why I'm being fair to myself as well as 
you. I have a right to decide if I want to do something sexually or not." 

"Sure you do, baby," he said, "but my balls are itching." 

"Scratch them," she said. 

"You frigid bitch," he snapped. 

"Is that a nice thing to say?" 

"I didn't say it was nice," he said. 

"Now, hang in there, honey," she said, "maybe tomorrow I'll feel better." 

"Big deal," he said angrily, "and what do I do tonight?" 

"What's your hand for, honey?" she smiled. "Well, that's why I got married," 
he said. "I got tired of using my hand. It began to ache from so much 
exercise." 

"I can believe that," she said, "and my pussy muscles ache from all the 
action that you want to give it." 

"Now, baby," he said, "don't talk dirty." 

"I'm not talking dirty," she said, "I'm just calling an ace an ace, and a 
spade a spade." 

As he listened to his wife talk he became aware of how difficult his wife 
could be. He reached over and lightly touched her. He was surprised at her 
response. She hauled off and socked him. 

"Honey," he said, "that's no way to react." 

"Didn't you get the message?" she said. 

"I guess I didn't," he said. "I think we ought to head for the divorce 
court." 

"That's a walk I'd like to take," she said. 

"Well, if this keeps up, we'll be there." 

"Is that a promise," she demanded. 

"I'll give you my word." 

As she lay there she heard him pumping his meat. 

"Don't vibrate the bed," she complained. "Well, aren't you the bitch," he 
complained. "That's not my name," she said. "My name is Peggy." 

"Oh, no," he said, jumping out of the bed and continuing to pump, "your name 
is Peggy Bitch. Now Peggy Bitch watch me." 

He pumped away unmercifully and then she saw a stream of hot, white juice 
spurting across the bed. 

"That's nice," she said, "get all the bedclothes sticky." 

"Oh, you're being impossible," he said. 

"I am not," she complained. 

Finally it was over and she got to go to sleep. She was grateful that she 
could get some sleep at last. However, her sleep was disturbed and troubled 
because her husband was rolling around in the bed and talking in his sleep. 
He was saying some pretty bad words and when she heard him call her a bitch 
in one dream he was having, she woke him up. 

"If you don't quit calling me a bitch in your sleep," she said, "I'm going 
to divorce you." 

"I wish you would," he told her. "It would save me the expense of going to 
an attorney." 

"Oh, you're a wonderful man," she said. "You really are." 

"Well, you're a dizzy dame," he told her, "wanting to work at one of those 
massage parlors. If you don't stop it, I will divorce you." 

CHAPTER FOUR 

Peggy knew that she had to talk her problem over with someone and she 
decided that she would. She couldn't think of anyone better to discuss her 
problem with than her older sister, Kate. She went over to Kate's place and 
Kate greeted her over coffee. 

"You must be in some real predicament, baby," she told her, "to call me up 
and ask if you could come over in half an hour." 

"I am in a miserable predicament," she admitted. 

"What is it, darling," Kate said. "Is your coffee alright?" 

"Oh, yes," she said, "it's alright." 

For a moment Peggy found it difficult to find words to tell her problem. 

"What is it?" she asked. "Has your husband stepped out on you?" 

"No, that isn't it," she said, still hesitating. 

"Peggy," she reminded her, "I can't help you unless you let me. Why don't 
you talk to me." 

"Alright," she said, "I'll talk to you." 

Once more Peggy hesitated, then she blurted it out. 

"I guess I'm not much of a wife," she said, "because I've been stepping out 
on my husband." 

"Oh, no," she gasped. "Why?" 

"I'll tell you why," she said. 

"Go ahead," she said, "tell me." 

"I just got sick and tired of having no money. I got bored with the life and 
I wanted a little action." 

"Yes," she said, "I can understand that but why do you have to play around?" 

"I got a job at a massage parlor," she said, "and at first I thought it was 
on the up and up. But soon as the men began coming into the place I realized 
it was a hooker operation." 

"Why didn't you stop right away?" her sister Kate demanded. 

"I'll tell you why," she said, "because I enjoyed it too much to stop." 

"Oh, no," Kate said. "You don't mean to tell me you could enjoy carrying on 
with a series of men?" 

"Yes," Peggy said, "I did enjoy it. Each man was different. Each lover knew 
how to do it in a different manner. I loved it." 

"But you're not supposed to love such things," she said. 

"I know," she admitted, "but I just couldn't help it. It really was a 
sensational feeling to get the kind of action that I got." 

"What are you talking about?" 

"Well, every man apparently has a different design on screwing," Peggy 
explained. 

Kate stopped her for a moment. 

"First you want me to talk and then you don't want me to. Can I talk or 
not?" 

"I just never heard a woman go on like this," Kate said. "Remember, after 
all dear, we were from a religious, puritanical background. And to speak of 
sex the way you were speaking of it is rather revolting." 

"Is it really?" Peggy asked her. 

"Of course it is. You don't discuss doing these intimate things like there 
was nothing to it." 

"Well, I do," she said, "I'm sorry. I look at it a lot differently than you 
do apparently." 

"Apparently," she said. 

The more she talked the more upset she became. 

"Now, come on, baby," she said, "I want to know more about this." 

"Alright," she said, "I will clue you in." 

As she continued talked she became more and more aware of what the situation 
was. 

"Go ahead," she said, "I can take it now. It won't be easy to the raw, blunt 
truth." 

"Alright," she said, "I'll tell you what I've discovered. Men love the most 
intimate possible sexual connections. They want their genitals connecting 
with your mouth. They love it when I slip my mouth over their cocks." 

"Dear me," Kate said nervously. "You don't mean to tell me that you were 
going down on them?" 

"Not only that," she said, "they insist on going down on me." 

"Well, I've heard about people doing those twisted things," she said "but 
I've never talked to anyone who had. You ought to be ashamed of yourself." 

"I know," Peggy assured. "I know I should be ashamed of myself. The worst 
part about it, baby, is that I'm not." 

"How awful," she added. "I really don't know what to do about you." 

Kate finally suggested something for her. 

"I've got a good idea and I'll tell you what it is." 

"Go ahead," Peggy told her. "I must know." 

"There are two places I could take you. One is the preacher. If I went to 
him I would be so ashamed to reveal what you have done that I would feel 
ill. The other person is a great man at hypnotism." 

"Hypnotism?" she asked curiously, "why should I go to a hypnotist?" 

"I'll tell you why," she said. "A hypnotist would put you on the right 
track." 

"But that's just it," Peggy explained. "I'm enjoying what I'm doing." 

"I know you think you are enjoying it," Kate told her, "but you really 
aren't. It's a false sort of pleasure you're deriving from these acts." 

"I'm not sure if it is or not," Peggy said frankly. "Did it ever occur to 
you, Kate, that some women were meant to do this?" 

"Meant to do what?" she asked. 

"Meant to service men sexually," she explained. 

"A frightful thought," she said. "Certainly we must mean more than being a 
sex playmate for somebody." 

"It's much more than that," Peggy explained "Every man wants this particular 
kind of fulfillment." 

"I don't understand what you're talking about," she said. 

"Well, I'll tell you," she said. "The body builds up every so many days to 
the point where it needs this form of expression. It's the most natural 
thing in the world for a man to express himself sexually. However, every man 
isn't married. Even if he is married the monotony of one woman gets to him." 

"You realize you're on the devil's ground when you talk that way," Kate said 
sarcastically. 

"How do you know that," she said. "Since when have you had a map of what 
constitutes God's ground and the devil's ground?" 

"That's not hard to tell," Kate said. "Infidelity is the devil's ground and 
purity and fidelity is God's ground." 

"You make morality seem apple pie simple," she said. 

"It is as far as I'm concerned," she said. "There is nothing complicated to 
my husband, Dave is loyal to me." 

"Oh, don't be so sure, Kate," Peggy laughed. "Dave made a pass at me." 

"Did you pick him up on it?" she asked eagerly. 

"No," Peggy assured her. "I would never be disloyal to my own sister." 

"Well, you can never tell," she said, "not with what's happening these 
days." 

Realizing how her sister looked at her conduct upset her. Yet, she tried to 
remain calm. 

"Baby," she said, "if you were good in the sexual department you would be 
doing God's will. Perhaps your faith in God, yourself and your family, by 
giving your husband dull routine sex would be right." 

"Well," Kate exclaimed, "if you mean that I've got to go down on him, you've 
got another think coming. I wouldn't do a dirty thing like that." 

"I'm sure you wouldn't," Peggy told her. "That's why he's probably going 
somewhere else to get a little more inspired sex. Remember monotony can set 
in sex like anything else. Would you cook the same meal for your husband 
every night? I ask you, do you screw him the same way every night?" 

"What my husband and I do in bed is our business." 

"Is it?" Peggy asked her frankly. 

"Of course it is," she said, "whose business is it if it isn't ours?" 

"Well, I look at it this way, honey," she said eagerly, "if you were a 
little better at sex he would have a good time. Why don't you wear some 
beautiful clothes?" 

"My clothes are alright," she insisted. "I don't believe in dressing sexy." 

"That is the understatement of the year," Peggy laughed. 

"Are you making fun of me?" she demanded. 

"Why no," Peggy assured her. "I think you are making yourself simply absurd. 
You are refusing to give your husband the love and adoration he needs." 

"Let me take care of Dave myself," she said. "I know how to handle him." 

"I'll bet you don't handle him at all," she laughed. 

"Did you ever jerk for him?" 

"Why that's a despicable act," Kate said. "I would never do such a thing as 
that." 

"Well, if you would do a few of these things," she told her, "maybe you 
would have a happy home." 

"A happy home doesn't mean a sexually disgusting home." 

"I think I had better leave now, Kate," Peggy told her. "I have to go to 
work." 

"Work," she smiled smugly. "You call that work. I call it going to the 
dogs." 

"Alright honey," she said, "call it what you will. I perform a needed 
service. They know what they are getting into and so do I and I'm not 
ashamed." 

"Won't you listen to me?" Kate implored her. "Won't you please go to this 
hypnotist? He will help get rid of your problems. You've a hangup that he 
could discover." 

"So I have a hangup now," she laughed. 

"You do, darling," she insisted. "Won't you please go to him?" 

She said it with such force that it did prompt Peggy to reconsider her 
viewpoint. 

"Alright," she told her, "if it means that much to you, I'll go." 

She got the name of the hypnotist and she thought that the following day she 
would go. That evening at the massage parlor there wasn't any action. 

"Monday night is a bum night," Steve told her, "nothing happens here." 

"I can see that," she said, "I've given the regular rubdowns. I know what 
you mean. It is expensive when you don't make any extra." 

"That's the way it is." 

She shrugged and went home. This evening her husband had set up a daybed in 
the living room. 

"Well," she laughed, "you're going to sleep in another room now." 

"Yes," her husband replied quietly, "it's better that way. I really don't 
care to get involved with a promiscuous woman." 

"You don't know that I'm promiscuous," she said, "and until you can prove 
it, don't talk that way." 

The moment she mouthed the words proof, that set wheels moving in his mind. 
He decided that he would get the proof on her and use it against her in a 
divorce case. 

Slipping off to her bedroom, she got a call. 

"Hello," she said. 

"Peggy," a voice said, "you're home?" 

"Yes," she said, "and what in the hell are you doing calling me at this hour 
of night?" 

"I couldn't help it honey," she told her. "I felt so bad I had to talk to 
you." 

"Go ahead and talk." 

"Will you please go to that hypnotist? He'll do you a world of good." 

"Alright," she promised her sister. "I'll go tomorrow." 

After a few more words she hung up and went to sleep. She slept soundly as 
she was exhausted from all the mental traumas she had been through with her 
sister, to say nothing of her husband. 

The next day in the afternoon she had her appointment to see Mark Smith, 
hypnotist at 4 P.M. When she went into his office she couldn't help but 
notice what a sharp looking place he had. Apparently he is doing well, she 
thought to herself. 

"Good afternoon," Mark Smith smiled. 

"Good afternoon," Peggy said. "My sister has spoken so well of you that I 
decided to visit you too." 

"Yes," he said, "Kate is a very charming girl. 

I was so happy to help her." 

"Well, I'm sure you did," she said, "because she has nothing but praise for 
you." 

"How do we go about this," she asked. 

"First," he told her, "I would enjoy having you go under hypnosis, then we 
could go back to your childhood and see what past problems are there." 

"I don't think I have any problems of the past," she said. "I only have them 
in the present." 

"Honey," he told her, "the present is related to the past." 

"How do you mean?" she demanded. 

"Well, I'll put it this way," he said. "Traumas that you feel today were 
produced yesterday. It's a strange thing but it's a syndrome." 

"It does all sound very strange," she assured him. 

"However," he told her, "if you will do your best to follow my instructions, 
you'll soon know what I mean." 

"What are your instructions?" she asked him. 

"Well, the first thing you do is lie over there on that couch." 

"Can I trust you?" she smiled. 

"After all," he said, "I am a professional." 

"A professional what?" she laughed. 

"Take it easy," he told her, "you are attacking my ego and I don't like 
women who attack my ego." 

"Tell me, Mark," she laughed, "what kind of women do you like?" 

"Women who don't cause me a lot of problems," he said. 

"I will try and not cause you any problems," she said, "but I just want you 
to realize that I don't believe all this hypnotism crap. It's my sister who 
wanted me to come here." 

"You are free to leave anytime you want to," he assured her. 

"Alright," she said, "I will." 

As she got to her feet, Mark got a good look at her body. He admired her 
shape and actually curious to know what she had on her mind. 

"I'm sorry if I was abrupt," he told her. 

Peggy turned around. She looked in Mark's eyes and she melted. She could 
tell that he was turned on with her and that always reached her. 

"Would you like me to put you under now?" he asked. 

"Yes," she answered, "if you want to." 

"I want to," he replied. 

"Now just lie there," Mark said eagerly, as she lay down and arranged her 
body to the best advantage. 

"You know you're a remarkably beautiful woman," he smiled. "Am I?" she asked 
softly. 

"I'd say you were," he said. 

Now he had her where he wanted her, in the palm of his hand. He had 
flattered her and she took to flattery easily. 

"Now," he said, "let's go back. Let's go back to when you were a little 
girl. You are 5 years old and it's a beautiful world." 

"What is your name?" 

Peggy faked it and decided she would give him something he would never 
forget. 

"I am Peggy," she said awkwardly, "and I am just going to school. I'm 
entering kindergarten." 

"Peggy," he said, "do you like school?" 

"Oh, yes," she said, "because I get to meet a lot of little girls and boys." 

"Ah," he said eagerly, "what do you know about little boys?" 

"Well, I know they've got something interesting between their legs." 

"What is that, Peggy?" he questioned. 

"That is a cock," she said quickly. 

"Oh, so that's what they've got?" 

"Yes," she said, "and it fits into little girls." 

"Did any little boy fit it into you Peggy?" he demanded. 

"Oh, yes the boy next door," she said. "Basil and I were playing doctor one 
day and he wanted to slip it to me and he did." 

"Ah," Mark continued, "so you had a sexual relation with a little boy?" 

"Ah yes," she replied dramatically, "and I loved it. Every inch of it but 
there wasn't enough. Just a couple of inches." 

"Oh, that's too bad," he said. "Now let's go on to another stage in your 
life. How about 14." 

"Oh, I'm getting ready for a dance at junior high." 

"Are you a good girl, Peggy?" he asked her. 

"All the boys think I'm good at it," she smiled. 

"Tell me what little boys," he demanded. 

"The boys in the gang bang," Peggy told him. "You know there was David, 
Marvin and Billy. One after the other. They did a good job." 

"What did you like best about it?" he demanded. 

"I'd like the climax best," she said. "I enjoyed it when they would shoot 
their little guns off in me." 

"How long were these guns?" he demanded. 

"Well, I didn't measure," she said, "but I'd say 5 or 6 inches." 

"Things are getting bigger and better all the time, Peggy," he chuckled. 

"Oh, yes, Peggy said, "I'm really growing up." 

"Now let's move forward to 18, Peggy," he told her. "What happened then?" 

"Plenty," she told him. "I began taking on kids from college." 

"I see," he said, "you went to college." 

"Yes," she said, "I worked my way through college." 

"On your back?" 

"Yes," she said, "isn't that the easiest way?" 

Now he was getting such a hard-on looking at her he was going out of his 
gourd. 

"Now let's come to the present," he smiled. "What have you been doing 
lately?" 

"Sexually speaking?" she asked, still pretending she was under his spell. 

"Yes," he said eagerly, "sexually speaking." 

"Well," she smiled, "I'll tell you. I've been having a real ball. I've been 
working as a masseuse." 

"Ah," he said, "are you good at it?" 

"You wouldn't believe it," she said, "how good I am." 

"Do you find satisfaction giving a man a massage?" 

"You bet your ass I do," Peggy said grinning. 

"How would you like to massage me right now?" he asked eagerly. 

"I would consider it an honor," she smiled. 

"So would my body," he said, catching himself before he said ass. 

"Alright," he said, "I'll just take off my clothes, Peggy, and lie over 
there." 

She nodded and smiled. Soon Mark was removing his garments. As he took off 
his garments, she smiled. He had a muscular chest and she was anxious to see 
his legs. She was not disappointed as she saw him slip out of his pants, for 
he had strong, muscular legs. Then she got a load of his crotch. There was 
an enormous penis bulging. 

"Oh, wow!" she smiled, "you sure are well equipped." 

"I suppose I'm expected to take off everything for this massage," he 
grinned. 

"Everything," she said, "right down to your skin." 

"I would love that," he told her. 

Soon he peeled off his shorts and revealed to her his enormous penis. It 
flipped up and she got off her couch and went over to it. She reached out 
and gripped it. She squeezed it playfully. 

"How does that feel honey?" she asked. 

"That feels like more," he said. 

"It'll be a pleasure treasure," she told him. 

Now he was really excited and he was playing with her. 

"Oh, baby," he told her, "do I ever love that. Oh, yes, baby, I love that." 

Her hands were all over him now as she played with his balls. 

"Do you stroke it?" he smiled at her. 

"You bet I do," she told him. Now she was more and more stimulated. "Keep 
that up," he told her. "Oh, yes, keep that up." 

The pleasure was increasing every moment. Now he was eager for his massage. 

"Let's see how you give those massages," he smiled. 

She told him how to stretch out for her. 

"On your tummy," she smiled. 

He got on his stomach and then her hands began working up and down his 
spine. He loved the feeling of it as she worked up and down his spinal cord. 

"That feels tremendous," he said, "Oh, yes, keep that up." 

Then she got down there by his buttocks and he put his hands on himself and 
said, "Don't forget to rub down here, honey." 

"Sure," she said. 

Soon she was moving down there and her fingers were pressing all around his 
prostate gland. 

"Oh, wow," he panted, "I sure dig that. Keep that going." 

The pleasure was mounting every moment. 

"Keep that up," he told her. 

Every moment he was becoming more and more intensely excited. 

"That's the way I like it," he told her. "Oh, yes, baby, do it." 

The super sensations that were going through her had her trembling with 
emotion and pleasure. 

"Come on, baby," he told her. "That's the way I like it." 

The pleasure mounted every second now as she did her thing. 

"Oh, yes," he told her, "that's beautiful. Feel all around the ass. Don't be 
bashful." 

"Don't worry," Peggy told him, "I enjoy this too." 

"You're a wonderful woman, Peggy," he confided. "I just wish that all women 
enjoyed life and sex as much as you." 

"I'm glad they don't," she chuckled. "Peggy wouldn't be in such great 
demand." 

"You have a point there," he told her. 

Now she was reaching back of his balls. The pleasure was mounting every 
second. 

"Oh, yes," he told her, "that's what I like. Keep that going." 

The supercharged sensations were flipping her out. 

"Come on, honey," he told her, "that's what I like. Oh, yes, do me." 

Bending over she kissed his asscheeks. Then he slowly threw his legs around 
her neck. 

"Go down on it, baby," he said. "If you've been doing this since high 
school, honey, you should have a good background." 

"Not bad, baby," she assured him. 

Soon, she had the tool in her mouth and was doing things to the head of it. 

"I wish you'd work from the balls upward, baby," he said. "That always feels 
good to me." 

She went down there and let her tongue lash away at his testicles. He loved 
the sensations. 

"Oh, yes, baby," he told her, "I dig that." 

The pleasure was mounting every second and she could hardly stand it. 

"Keep it up, honey," he told her. "Oh, yes, keep it up." 

The super sensations surged through her body. She was trembling with 
passion, lust and desire. 

"Oh, baby," he told her, "lick it. That's it, lash it with your tongue." 

She licked it with her tongue and the sensations were almost more than she 
was able to stand. 

"Keep it up, honey," he begged her. "Oh, ah, yes, baby, yes, that's what I 
like. Oh, honey, keep it going." 

It seemed as if the sensations would never stop. 

"Oh, honey," he told her, "that's too much. Grab it and mouth it." 

She grabbed Mark's cock and slid her mouth smoothly over the head of the 
shaft. Then she fastened her lips over it tightly. 

"Keep it up, honey," he told her, "yes, like that. All the way." 

She kept her mouth moving up and down the shaft and he was more and more 
stimulated every second. 

"Yes, baby," he told her, "that's what I like. Faster, baby, faster. Oh, ah, 
yes, baby, yes, that's the way." 

The sensations were building every moment now as she went to town. 

"Eat me," he cried. "Eat me. Play with my balls while you're doing it." 

Her hands were toying with his testicles while she went up and down on his 
rock-hard cock. 

"Oh, baby," he cried eagerly, "you don't know how I love it. Oh, honey, I 
enjoy it." 

The super sensations were creating a climax within, even though she wasn't 
getting any action down there. The psychological thrills of ministering to 
his sexual needs were accomplishing the same thing as if a penis or a tongue 
were slipping inside of her. "Eat it," he almost hissed. "Eat it, baby, eat 
that great big cock. Oh, yes, it's good for you. Come on, baby, eat it." 

Passionately he begged to have her do him. And she did him. 

"Gobble it," he begged. "That's what I want. 

Oh, yes, honey, do it." 

The super sensations that surfed through her body at this time were 
increasing with every thrust. 

"Keep it up," he told her. "Oh, c. yes, baby. Yes, baby, that's the way I 
like it." 

Now he was dizzy with delight as the sensations continued. 

"Keep it up," he begged her. "Yes, baby, yes. Keep it up faster. Faster, 
love, faster." 

Now the moment of truth had arrived. He would juice any moment now. 

"Oh, yes," he gasped eagerly, "that is wild. Oh, ah, yes, baby, yes. I love 
it. I can't stand it." 

The passionate explosion wasn't far off as she felt some juice dripping from 
the head of his shaft. 

"Oh, wow," he panted, "that's what I like. Oh, yes, baby, yes. That's the 
way to do it." 

It wasn't going to be much longer before it was over. 

"Oh, yes," he cried, "I want that." 

He jabbed it to the back of her throat and held her in place so she would 
keep up the fantastic time he was having thrusting it to her. 

"Eat it," he cried eagerly, "eat it baby." 

The penis exploded in her mouth. A stream of sticky white juice shot into 
her mouth. 

"Come on," he told her, "gulp that love juice." 

She gulped it eagerly and he was delighted. 

"Oh, wow," he panted, "that's what I dig. Keep it going, baby. Oh, ah, yes, 
yes, that's what I like. All the way." 

It seemed as if the sensations would never end. She loved it. 

"Oh, beautiful," he said, "I haven't shot like this in ages. You sure 
brought me there, honey." 

She gripped his asscheeks and held on tightly as her mouth fastened over his 
shaft. She was bringing more juice out of his cock than he had released in a 
long time and he knew it. 

"You really know how to make a man happy, honey," he told her. "You sure do, 
baby." 

She was delighted and excited. 

Moving her mouth off him slowly she looked at him with a smile on her face. 

"How much are you going to charge me for this session?" she grinned. 

"Honey," he said, "if any charging is done, it's me paying you." 

"Well," she confided, "just so you put my sister Kate's mind at ease." 

"Oh, I'll tell her anything you want me to," he laughed. 

"Kate," she told him, "is a frigid woman. She can't let her pussy catch on 
fire and I don't think any woman is any good unless she can." 

"Frankly I don't either," he said, "why don't you move it up here?" 

She moved up quickly so soon her muff was at his mouth. 

"Lash it, lover," she smiled, as she grabbed his head and guided him when 
his tongue thrust into her. 

"Oh, Mark, baby," she cried eagerly, "that's what I like. Stab it in there. 
Lick it. Faster, baby. Now you're doing it. All the way. Oh, lover, keep it 
up. Keep that going. Oh, ah, yes, yes. That's what I want. That's what I 
need. Keep it going!" 

The super sensations that were surging through her now had her trembling 
with emotion and desire. 

"Oh, wow!" she panted. "That's what I like." 

Reaching up he played with her bosoms one minute and then moved his hands 
down to her buttocks the next. This alternating action of his hot hands 
massaging her asscheeks one moment, the bosoms the next really turned her 
on. 

"What a lover, Mark," she said. "You are a first-rate pussy eater." 

This made Marie happy and he kept his face buried there. He didn't close his 
eyes for he was too delighted with the sight he saw. He wanted to see her 
pubic hair. He wanted to watch her wiggle her ass about. 

"Eat that pussy," she cried eagerly. "Eat it. Oh, ah, yes, baby, yes. 
Faster, baby, stab that tongue in there. Love it. Lash it. Get my love 
button, baby." 

He was getting more and more excited. The pleasure he was deriving from this 
sex act was more than he could stand. 

"Oh, baby," he gasped excitedly, "you don't know how much I like this." 

She pressed her muff back to his mouth and he nibbled her clitoris. As he 
nibbled she gushed. 

"Oh, wow!" she panted, as she gripped his head and held him tightly there. 
"Oh, lover, that's what I like. You are too much." 

The pleasure that she was deriving from this activity really got to her. 

"This is too much," she sighed ecstatically. "I love it. Oh, yes, baby, I 
love it." 

There was no doubt about it he was really enjoying it, and so was she. The 
passionate pleasure that pulled them together was not tearing them apart at 
this moment for the tongue connected to her excitingly, and went on jabbing. 

"Love you, darling," he panted. "You're too much." 

"So are you, baby," she said. 

She moved off him and let his tongue slip out. She patted him gently on the 
stomach and smiled at him. 

"How many women do you make this way, Mark?" she smiled. 

"This is therapy, honey," he said. "That's the way I look at it." 

"You old fucker you," she smiled. 

"A lot of women need a lot of loving," he said, "and I'm just the man to do 
it." 

"Are you a professional hypnotist really?" she smiled. 

"If you want to know a great big fat secret," he shook his head and said, 
"no." 

"I didn't think you were," she smiled. 

"When did you suspect?" he chuckled. 

"After about 5 minutes in the room," she said. 

"What made you suspicious?" Mark asked curiously. 

"That phony diploma over there," she said. "I ordered one of those from that 
same school. It's the Brooklawn School located in Sheba, Oklahoma. You know 
how big Sheba is?" 

"No," he said, "I don't." 

"Well, I looked it up on a map," she said, "and it has a population of 420 
and I guess the only thing they do in Sheba is send out these phony 
diplomas." 

"When did you hear about them being phony?" he asked. 

"Oh, anybody knows that," she said. "You can order them for five and ten 
dollars." 

"Well, that's true," he said, "but I didn't know they advertised that much." 

"Well I did," she said, "and I thought your hypnotism act was really a 
riot." 

"Then you knew all along," Mark laughed. 

"Sure I did," she said, "and I think you're good at what you do. It's funny, 
I work at a massage place and do the same thing. You work here under a 
hypnotism front and do the same thing." 

"Love is what makes the world go around," he said. 

He was dressing now and so was she. 

"I've got another customer in about 10 minutes," he said, "and I at least 
will have to wash my mouth off." 

"You'd better wash it out with soap, Mark," she said. "You are a big, bad, 
dirty man." 

He slapped her on the ass and then she left. As she walked away she thought 
what a hypocritical world it was. She wondered if this was some of the 
action that Kate got. She doubted it, knowing Kate. 

CHAPTER FIVE 

When Peggy went home to change her clothes before she went to work at the 
massage parlor, the phone was ringing. 

She hurried to answer it. 

"Hello," she began. 

"Hi honey," Kate began, "did you go to see Mark?" 

"Yes, I did," she said, "and he is a very good hypnotist." 

"I hope he's helped you get over that sex hangup you have," she said 
quickly. 

"He's a wonderful man," she said, "and he helped me a lot." 

"Good, honey," she said, "can I come over tonight and see you and your 
husband?" 

"I'm going to be tied up tonight," she said. 

"Well, then tomorrow night would be just fine," she said. 

"Forget it," she said. "I am busy." 

"Alright," she said, "I can take a hint." 

"It isn't a hint, but I am tied up." 

Saying no more she hung up and hastily prepared to go to the massage parlor. 

When she got to the massage parlor Steve called her aside. 

"Business is awfully slow lately," he complained. 

"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that," she said. 

"So am I," he informed her. "We're reduced to taking quickie blow jobs and 
that isn't good business. One has to work on volume." 

"That's too bad," she said. 

"Yes it is," he agreed, "but there isn't a thing I can do about it." 

"Alright," she agreed. 

Now she had a pretty good idea of what was expected of her, even though it 
was a difficult situation she determined that she would make the most of it. 

She went into the room and was a little bit surprised to find a man already 
stretched out and waiting for her. 

"I suppose you want to have a massage?" she said. 

"That is the general idea," he smiled. 

"Very well," she told him, "we'll begin with the back." 

The man was on his backside with his cock showing. It was showing rigid and 
ready. 

"Alright," he said rolling over. 

Then her hands went up and down his spine. 

"Oh, that's just great," he told her. 

She worked her fingers up and down his back as she gave him a good massage. 

"Oh, that's just great," he told her. "Keep that up. I really like that." 

The fingers were pressing down hard now and he was enjoying it more every 
moment. 

"Oh, yes," he told her, "that is wild." 

The pleasure was building in her body as she massaged away. She began using 
some finger movements that he particularly liked. She slipped her hands 
between the crack in his ass. She rubbed along his prostate and he really 
dug that. 

"Wild," he told her, "that is wild. Keep it up." 

The pleasure was increasing now every moment and he was really enjoying it. 

"Oh, yes," he told her. "That is beautiful." 

Suddenly she could feel him parting his legs and telling her, "Get down 
there by my balls. I like that." 

Getting down there she worked on the balls. Every moment that her fingers 
played around there he enjoyed it more. 

"Yes," he told her, "that is real nice. Keep that up." 

The pleasure was increasing in momentum every moment. 

"Oh, wow," he panted, "I like that. Keep it going." 

She used her fingers in fast movements and every second he was becoming more 
and more excited. 

"Come on, baby," he told her. "That's the way I like it." 

The pleasure was building every second and she knew she would have to 
service him soon. 

"Baby," he begged her, "get ready." 

Without saying another word he flipped over and displayed his giant-sized 
cock for her. 

"There it is, baby," he told her, "nine long inches. Just pull on it for a 
minute or two." 

She pulled on it the way he asked her to, and she could tell he was becoming 
more and more excited every minute. 

"You like that, huh?" she asked him. 

"You bet I do, baby," he said. 

The pleasure was building now and she bent over. She let the tip of her 
tongue lick over the head of his cock. 

"Oh, wow," he said, "that feels fantastic." 

She continued doing this until he couldn't stand it any longer. 

"Oh, keep that up," he begged. "Keep that going." 

Now she was so stimulated and so was he that they could hardly stand it. 

"Oh, wow," he panted, "that is too much." 

The pleasure was building as she moved her mouth farther over the head of 
it. Suddenly, she slipped her mouth over the head of his shaft and went to 
town. 

"Give it to me," he panted. 

She held on tightly while he thrust slowly. She was amazed how long it was 
and as it glided down her throat she thought she would choke on it. This was 
more than she had bargained for. 

"Oh, yes," he told her excitedly, "that's what I like. Keep it going, baby. 
Keep it going." 

The pleasure was building in momentum now every second, and she knew it 
wouldn't be much longer until his penis exploded. Nevertheless she wanted to 
keep it going as long as possible. 

"Oh, wow," he panted, "that is too much. Oh, yes, baby, yes." 

Suddenly the rock-hard cock exploded in her mouth. She gulped. 

"Yes, baby," he gasped, "that's what I wanted. Oh, wow!" 

She finished him off and then eased her mouth slowly off him. She remembered 
what Steve had said about not taking too long with each customer. 

Nevertheless she could see that he wanted more. "Oh, baby," he told her, 
"did I ever enjoy that!" 

"I'm glad that you did," she said, "but that was it." 

She didn't volunteer any more sex. "Hey baby," he said, "let's have some 
more fun." 

"You've had enough fun," she told him. 

He got the point and gave her some more money. As she looked at the paltry 
twenty she realized this was a far cry from the hundred dollar nights. She 
thanked him and he left. Then she was ready for some more. Another customer 
came in and he was a sturdy young man who looked as if he was some kind of 
athlete. 

"How do you do," he grinned at her. 

"Not bad," she said. "You look like you want a nice treatment. Is that 
right?" 

"You bet I do," he said, "a real juicy one." 

He laid down on the bed and she reached for his cock. She stroked it gently 
and he smiled. 

"Aren't you going to give me the massage first?" he teased 

"Sure, lover," she said, "you like that?" 

"I'll tell you what I really like," he said, "I like the oil treatment." 

"What's that? she asked him. 

"Oh, you'd be surprised," he smiled. 

"No," she told him, "I'm serious. What's the oil treatment?" 

"Well, I'll tell you what it is," he chuckled. "It's when you take all of 
your clothes off and put oil all over your body. Then you give me a rub down 
with your naked body. The excitement happens, baby, when I feel those soft 
bosoms on my ass. I love to feel them pressing down." 

"Well, very good," she said, "I'll give you that if you want it." 

Now she began undressing. She remembered what Steve had told her about 
undressing slowly. She remembered that he explained that many men got their 
kicks by watching a woman undress slowly, and so she took her time. "You 
like that?" she said. "You bet I do," he said. "Just keep doing that, baby, 
take all those clothes off. I want to see every ounce of you." 

Slowly she pulled her panties off and as she revealed her naked mound to him 
he became more and more stimulated. 

"Oh, yes, baby," he smiled, "that's what I call a real nice pussy." 

She was happy that he enjoyed it so much and she vowed that she was going to 
give him a real treatment. Maybe, she thought she could have him asking for 
more if she gave him the kind of kicks that he wanted. Suddenly, she was 
stark naked. As he looked at her naked bosoms and watched her beautiful 
mound moisten, he got more and more stimulated. 

"You are a remarkable woman," he exclaimed. 

"You flatter me," she said quietly. 

"Oh, no," he said, "it's the truth. You really are super." 

"You're just horny tonight, honey," she said. "Now baby, you wanted the 
quickie blow job I suppose?" 

"Well, I guess that's all I can afford," he said. "Well, of course," she 
said. "I don't want you to go in over your head." 

"Right on," he chuckled. 

Now she was working on him and she was determined that she was going to get 
him where she wanted him. 

"Baby," she smiled, "I want to ask you something." 

"Sure," he told her, "what?" 

"I want to ask you if you want to eat my pussy?" 

"I don't know as I can afford that," he admitted. 

"Oh, don't worry about money, now we could take care of that later." 

Hastily she poured the oil over herself. Now he was really turned on. 

"Oh, wow!" he explained, "do you ever look good." 

She went on massaging the oil on her body and then she looked at him. 

"You should be oily too," she said. 

Going over to him she began pouring oil all over him. This really got him 
excited. Now he was ready. 

"I'm going to start giving you a workup with my body," she said. 

She straddled him and pressed her breasts down over his back. Then she kept 
moving down his body until she came to his buttocks. She crushed her bosoms 
over his buttocks and he loved the sensation. 

"Oh, that's great," he said. "Your breasts on my butt feel fantastic." 

She continued crushing her breasts over his buttocks and he pushed his 
asscheeks upward. At that point she used her fingers effectively. Reaching 
between his asscrack, she began massaging his prostate. 

"Oh, that's great," he told her. "That's just great." 

The pleasure was building every second and he was enjoying it more and more. 
She could feel him pressing against the massage table. 

"Come on, baby," he told her, "keep doing it. That's it." 

The pleasure was building and she was eager for it. 

"Keep it up," he begged her. "Now you're doing it. Oh, I like that." 

Soon she was licking the oil off his ass. 

"Oh, I like that," he told her. "That's fantastic." 

Suddenly, he wanted to flip over. 

"Baby," he said, "I'm ready." 

Flipping over she felt his huge cock. She applied some oil on it and then 
she pulled it up and down quickly. 

"Oh, yes," he told her, "that feels great." 

Faster and faster now she was pulling on it. He loved it more every moment. 

"Keep that up," he told her. "Keep it up." 

Finally it became so exciting that he could hardly stand it. 

"Oh, yes," he told her, "faster." 

She began manipulating his balls as she played with his cock. 

"Keep that up," he told her. "Yes, that's the way." 

Now he was so stimulated he could hardly wait to stab his rock-hard cock in 
her. 

"Oh, Peggy, baby," he told her, "I want a mouth job." 

"You're going to get one, honey," she said. "Don't you worry." 

"I can hardly wait," he told her, "you are too much." 

The moment that he was waiting for so eagerly was coming closer and closer 
to realization. 

"That's it, baby," he told her. "Grab it. Lick it. Eat it." 

Grabbing it eagerly she bent over. Then she let her mouth swiftly slip over 
the head of it and went to town. 

"Do it," he begged. "Eat it." 

She moved over it and then went to town. Up and down she went as she 
fingered his balls and slid a finger up his asshole. He loved the sensation. 

"Yes," he begged, "that's what I need. Keep it un, baby. Keep it going." 

The pleasure was building more rapidly now. He could hardly stand it as she 
continued. 

"Oh, wow!" he panted. "That's what I like. Keep it going. Keep it going." 

The sensations were building every moment and soon he knew that he would be 
there. 

"Come on, baby," he told her, "that's beautiful. Yes, baby, oh, wow." 

Reaching out, his hands gripped her head. Then he slammed her down over his 
cock roughly. She felt the head of his shaft slipping down to the back of 
her throat. Momentarily she thought she would gag. She was breathing through 
her nose and as he saw what difficulty she was having doing it his pleasure 
increased. The perversity of the act appealed to him. 

"Oh, yes, baby, yes," he told her. "I love that. Keep it going, baby, keep 
it going." 

The sensations seemed as if they would never end. 

"Love me," he begged. "Love me." 

She went on pumping her finger up his tight anus and he was getting more 
pleasure every second. 

"Yes," he told her, "keep it going. That's what I want. Oh, ah, yes, yes. 
Keep it going." 

Now she pulled her finger out of his asshole and gripped his asscheeks. She 
held on tightly while he went on thrusting. 

"Oh, wow," he panted, "this is too much. Oh, baby, I can hardly stand it." 

The hot penis exploded in her mouth and she gulped. 

"Oh, baby," he panted, "this is it. Gobble it." 

Quickly she gobbled him down. As she swallowed his sperm she could tell he 
was going out of his mind with delight. He threw his legs around her locking 
them tightly. 

"Oh, wow!" he panted. "This is too much." 

The sensations that she was enjoying now had created so much pleasure in her 
body, that she could hardly stand it. 

"Oh, yes," he panted, "you are a groovy girl. You know how to give a man a 
mouth job." 

Indeed she did know how to give a good mouth job and he appreciated it 
enormously. 

"Baby," he told her, "I enjoyed this so much." 

"I'm glad you did," she told him sliding off. 

He looked at her now and his cock was still rigid. 

"How would you like it if I slid up and down on it?" she said, trying to 
generate some business. 

"I would like that fine," he said, "and we wouldn't have to tell Steve. He 
would probably want about 25 or 30 bucks more." 

"It would be worth it," she said smoothly. 

"Well, I don't know," he said. 

Reaching down she began fingering his balls. As she felt his testicles, he 
began deciding that it might be worth it. 

"Well, you've got a good point there," he said. "Yes, maybe, maybe you're 
right." 

"Sure I'm right," she told him. 

Finally he made his decision. He suggested slyly, "I would dig having you 
slide down over my cock. You could grip it in your pussy, and give me a wild 
workup." 

"My pleasure," she said. 

Grabbing his shaft she slid her pussy down over it. She gripped it tightly, 
massaging it vigorously. 

"Oh, yes," he told her, "that is beautiful. Keep it up, baby. Keep it up." 

He was enjoying it enormously and so was she. 

"Oh, baby," he told her, "I dig that." 

She was using snapping pussy movements that she had learned from her many 
fucks and it was producing fine results. 

Bending over she brushed her breasts over his face, he loved it and started 
licking them quickly. 

"That's what I dig," he told her. "Yes, baby, I really dig that." 

She was delighted that she could give him so many super sensations. 
Certainly the oily breasts brushing across the face generated excitement in 
his body. 

"Keep it up," he begged her, "keep it going." 

She kept it going alright and he loved it. 

"Come on," he told her, "that's what I want. Oh, baby, do it!" 

The super sensations that were surging through him now were really getting 
to him. 

"Oh, baby," he told her. "Keep that up. Keep loving me. I need that." 

It seemed as if the sensations would never end. Every moment he was becoming 
more and more stimulated. 

"Oh, I like that," he told her, "keep fucking." 

She kept fucking alright, and every second he enjoyed it more. Now he was 
playing with her breasts, and as he manipulated her breasts she became more 
and more excited. 

"Oh, baby," he told her, "I love that. Keep going." 

The super sensations that flooded through his being had him trembling. 

"Fuck it!" he panted. "Fuck, baby, fuck." 

She vigorously moved around him now and he gripped her asscheeks to hold her 
in place. 

"That's it," he told her, "twist your ass around, honey." 

She knew that he was being thrilled at this point. This sensation thrilled 
her no end. 

"Hey, baby," he told her, "that's too much." 

It was only a second or more later before he exploded in her vagina. She 
ground her hips around to get him all the way. 

"Oh, honey," he told her, "that's the way I like it. Now you're fucking. 
Fuck, baby, fuck!" 

The super sensations were building to a fantastic climax. 

"Yes, baby," he told her, "that's what I like. Oh, yes!" 

Now, he was shooting in a steady stream. Instantly, she felt herself 
starting to climax too. "I made it," he told her. "I made it." 

"So did I," she told him. This pleasure was the greatest he had had with any 
girl at the massage parlor, and he wasn't afraid to tell Steve about it as 
he left. 

She heard about it moments later when Steve came in to congratulate her. 

"You really made that guy happy," he smiled. "Well, I'm glad to hear that," 
she told him. "You should be," he assured her. Now that he had given her so 
many compliments, she suggested a raise. 

"Wouldn't you know it," he said, "you would want a raise. Forget it." 

She was a little disgusted as she went back to the massage room. 
Nevertheless she knew that it was pointless to get angry at him. He was the 
boss in spite of the fact that she didn't care for him very much. As she 
went back to her job she had time to do a lot of thinking for there was a 
lull in the business. One of the other girls who was giving massages stepped 
in. 

"Hi, honey," she said, "I'm Laura. I guess you're Peggy?" 

"That's right," she told her. "Isn't it awful when business gets as dull as 
this?" 

"Yes, it is," she said. 

"I wonder why business is so slow," she said. "I don't know," she said, "it 
runs in cycles." 

"In cycles?" she asked. 

"Yes," she said, "sometimes it's real slow. 

Then it goes real fast. It doesn't make any sense." 

"What does in life?" she asked. 

"That's a good question," she told her. "Not very much." 

"That's the truth," she said. 

She wondered whether or not Laura was married. 

"Did you want to ask me something, honey?" Laura said, as she lit a 
cigarette. 

"Are you married, Laura?" 

"Sure I am," she said, "what's that got to do with this?" 

"I just thought that your husband might be uptight over you working at a 
place like this." 

"Uptight," she laughed, "I should say not. He is delighted that I can make 
some money." 

"Well, I'm glad he doesn't care." 

"No," she said, "he doesn't care at all. As a matter of fact he will be 
furious that it was such a slow night. It's a funny thing," she said, "that 
life is like it is. You know, baby, I always figured that I would be happily 
married with a bunch of kids. Instead I wind up with a husband who is 
delighted when I can go out and earn a few bucks peddling my body." 

"Could you make more if you worked in a hotel?" 

"No, honey," she said, "this is where the action is. You see the trick is 
for the girls to get acquainted with some sex kook." 

"A sex kook?" she asked, "what's that?" 

"Don't you know?" she said. 

"I have no idea," she replied. 

"Well, I'll tell you then," she said. "A sex kook is someone who gets their 
sex kicks in a most unusual manner. That is someone who can't take it in the 
regular way. They've got to have it in a very strange manner. There isn't 
anything wrong with a sex kook, that a good fuck the way he wants it won't 
cure." 

"Tell me some of the kinky things you've done?" Peggy suggested. 

"Oh, I would hate to do that, honey," she smiled. 

"Why would you hate to do that?" she asked her. 

"It would be telling tales out of school," she laughed. 

"Go ahead, darling," she said, "I want to know." 

"Alright," she said, "there was this cat who I've gone out with who likes me 
to wear long black stockings and black boots. Then I wear pasties over my 
breasts. I take a whip and crack it over his ass. He loves that." 

"That sounds simply dreadful," she said. 

"Oh, it isn't so bad," she smiled. 

"It would sound terrible to me." 

"Well, I rather enjoy whacking his ass," she said, "he's such a beast I 
enjoy giving him a hard time." 

"But if he considers it a good time," Peggy laughed, "that isn't giving him 
a hard time." 

"When I finish with his ass." Laura said, "it's red. I mean raw." 

"Did you ever make him bleed?" 

"A couple of times," she said, "and then the bastard made me lick the blood 
off. I didn't exactly care for that." 

"Well, I could understand why," she said quickly, "that is perfectly 
revolting." 

"Men are, generally speaking," Laura said. "Actually I'm getting sour on 
men. I'm wondering if I should go the les route." 

"The what?" she asked quickly. 

"You know," she said, "the les trip. I've often wondered about that. Haven't 
you?" 

"I've wondered," she admitted, "but I've never cared to go that route." 

"Some girls really dig it," she said. "Have you. ever seen the dyke who 
works here?" 

"I wouldn't know a dyke if I met one," Peggy said. 

"Well, just keep your eyes open, and if Betty down the hall ever puts her 
hand in your pussy you'll know that she's the one I'm referring to." 

"So she's hot for women," Peggy said. 

"She's nuts about women," she said, "and she keeps a dildo in her place." 

"A dildo?" she asked. 

"Yes," she said, "one of those perfectly dreadful plastic penises. She 
straps it on and sometimes does terrible things with men." 

"What could she do with a dildo with a man?" she asked. 

"Shove it up his asshole," she said casually. "Oh, that is really 
revolting," she said quickly. "Apparently the men don't think so who want 
it." 

"Well, I would never do that," Peggy said, "and I certainly wouldn't go to a 
man's house and whip his ass and wear black stockings. That's sick." 

"You shouldn't say sick, honey," she said, "maybe they are enjoying 
themselves." 

"I don't know about that," she said. "Maybe they think they are enjoying 
themselves. Maybe it's a sickness and they don't know it." 

"Don't you have a funny way of worming your way around the truth?" 

"I'm blunt," she said, "and I'm not trying to worm my way around any truth." 

"Oh, yes, you are, honey," she said. "It's perfectly obvious to me what you 
are trying to do." 

"You know, Laura," Peggy said finally, "I have a feeling you're hot for my 
body. Ever since you've come in here you've been looking at my breasts and 
glancing down at my mound. Do you dig women?" 

"I can take 'em or leave 'em," Laura laughed. 

"Well for your information, baby doll," Peggy said, "this is one woman 
you're going to leave because I'm not interested in that trip." 

"I never said I was interested in you," Laura said smoothly, "but I just 
thought I would check you out. Actually I think you would be quite dull." 

"What do you mean?" Peggy said. 

"Well, I don't think you have much creative imagination when it comes to 
sex," she said quickly. "I really don't." 

"Knock it off," she said. "I don't like your attitude." 

"What are you talking about?" 

Then Steve broke it up. 

"Hi girls," he said, "we're going to have some more business soon and I'd 
like to speak to Peggy alone." 

"I can take a hint," Laura said, slipping out. 

When they were alone Steve spoke in whispers. 

"Now I hope that gal didn't try and turn you. She's one to look out for. She 
digs women and I don't want my women playing around with each other. It 
isn't a sexy vibe for the men." 

"Why do you keep her here?" she asked smoothly. 

"For the women," he explained. 

"Oh, I see," she said, "and Betty too." 

"That's right," Steve explained. "I can't ignore the women and their 
business, so I have Betty and Laura. Laura is married and she is actually 
double gaited." 

"How nice," she said. 

"Well, she is great in taking on the men with the weirdo hangups," Steve 
smiled. 

"Yes," she said, "she was telling me about one revolting customer who 
insisted that women wear long black stockings, boots, and crack a whip. Can 
you think of anything much more disgusting than all that crap?" 

"No, I can't," he said, "I really can't." 

At the moment that Steve talked she wondered if he wanted more sex. Finally 
he made himself perfectly clear. 

"There are some things," he said, "that I could do to improve business." 

"Yes," she replied, "what are they?" 

"Well, to be perfectly blunt," he said, "I will tell you that you are not 
imaginative or creative enough. You've got to be able to do a few extra 
things like you know what." 

"No, I don't know what," she said. 

"Well, I will tell you," he said. 

"Fire away," she smiled. 

"Well, for one thing," he said, "men like lace panties. Do you always wear 
them?" 

"Not always," she said. 

"Then there's another thing," he said. "Long black stockings." 

"I suppose I could wear those," she said, "but it's perfectly ridiculous." 

"And then there's the whipping bit," he said. "Could you lash a whip across 
a man's bare ass?" 

"What a revolting thing to do," she complained. "I don't consider it 
revolting at all," he insisted. 

"Well, it is as far as I'm concerned," she said. 

"I have a little whip out here and if you would like to practice I could 
tell you if you'd be any good at it." 

"Alright, Steve," she replied. 

Steve stepped out and a few moments later he returned. He was carrying a 
whip in his hand and he handed it to her. Then he proceeded to undress. 

"This all seems a little silly," she said, "It really does." 

"Well, it isn't," he insisted. 

Now he was ready for action and he stretched out on the massage table. 

"Take that whip," he instructed her, "and lash it across my ass." 

Picking up the whip she lashed it over his ass. 

He quivered as he felt the streak of pain shoot through his body. 

"Oh, I'm sorry," she apologized, as she saw a red mark on his white ass. 

"Don't apologize; baby," he said, "that's super. Keep whipping. Do it until 
the whole ass is red." 

She shook her head and shrugged. 

"That's silly," she complained. 

"It's not," he said, "it's stimulating. Go ahead and do as I tell you." 

She picked up the whip once more and lashed it across his ass. As he felt 
the sting of the whip he became more and more upset. 

"Oh, yes," he panted, "that's what I like. Oh, yes, baby, yes." 

The pleasure was building every moment now and she could see he was enjoying 
it immensely. 

"Oh, wow!" he panted, "that is sensational." 

It didn't take long now as the pleasure was mounting every moment. 

"Keep that up," he told her. "Keep it up." 

She kept it up and every time that she brought that whip down over his bare 
behind, he became more excited. 

"Oh, wow!" he panted, "I love that. Oh, baby, now you're doing it!" 

He was reaching climax and she could tell it from the way his ass wiggled on 
the massage table. She marvelled that this type of activity could induce 
such sensations. 

"I can't believe it," she said. "I just can't believe it." 

Whether she could believe it or not, he was enjoying it. Then she saw him 
pushing down hard as the cock spurted all over the massage table. 

"Oh, beautiful," he moaned in delight, as he came. 

"Oh, Steve," she panted, "you're the one who likes this." 

"One among many," he panted, as he pushed hard against the massage table as 
the juice spurted from his rock-hard cock. 

She paused now and looked to him strangely. She wondered how many more kooky 
ways of making it he had. 

"Thank you, baby," he said, as he lifted off the table and reached for some 
tissues to wipe up the sticky white mess. 

"Quite alright," she said, "anytime." 

"Good for you, baby," he told her. 

The pleasure they had enjoyed together was indeed remarkable. What was more 
remarkable to Peggy was the various ways that could excite men and stimulate 
them to orgasm. 

CHAPTER SIX 

Now, she was aware of some of the strange customs and practices of men who 
dug sex in unusual ways. It made her feel nervous as she went home that 
night. Would she have to perform like this? This thought was going through 
her mind. When she got home her husband was lying in the bed stark naked. He 
was so hot for sex he was even talking nicely to her. 

"Peggy," he began, "I've been thinking about your job. Maybe I was too 
harsh. Maybe it really is a good thing that you have an opportunity to make 
a little money." 

"Well, I'm glad you see it my way," she said, considerably surprised. 

"I only want to be fair," he told her. 

"How marvellous," she said, "and I only want to be fair with you, darling." 

"Well, then," he said, "there isn't a reason in the world why we can't get 
along." 

As she looked at him and saw his rock-hard male member she knew why he was 
talking in such a positive manner about her working. 

"What do you want me to do, honey?" she said. 

"I would be satisfied with anything at this point," he said. "Why don't you 
just come to bed and let me get on top of you and slug it to you?" 

"Alright," she said, "you can sock it to me." 

She thought it would relieve some of the guilt and tension if she did 
participate in the sex act with her husband. After all there was nothing 
wrong, she reasoned, with her becoming involved with him. However, it did 
bother her a little. As she undressed she decided that she would do it 
slowly, dramatically. She wanted to do it in such a manner that it would 
turn her husband on as much as possible. He observed this and said, "I've 
never realized what a really gorgeous chick I had. You know when I see you 
in those lacy panties and that cute bra, you really get me hard." 

"Oh, I'm happy, honey," she said. 

"Incidentally," he said, "I never noticed you wearing lacy panties and that 
bra before." 

"Well, with the money I'm making on my job," she covered herself quickly, "I 
bought some new things." 

"Just for me," he smiled. 

"Just for you, darling," she said smoothly. 

She teased him by toying with the elastic waistband of her panties and then 
she reached down and groped herself. 

"Oh, I bet that feels good," he smiled. 

"It's a little sticky," she grinned. 

"I can hardly wait," he said. 

"Well, you're going to have to wait a minute or two honey," she said, 
"because my bra isn't off yet." 

"I can do it to you without removing that," he smiled as he pulled her 
toward the bed. 

"What a passionate tiger you are," she told him. "You're too much." 

He didn't bother to remove her bra as he straddled her. Then he drove his 
rock-hard penis into her. As she felt him pumping into her she reached for 
his ass and played with him. 

"That's it, baby," he begged her, "participate. Put some feeling into it." 

"Sure, darling," she said, "I'll put a lot of feeling into it." 

She was getting him more and more excited now and he could hardly stand it. 

"Keep that up, baby," he told her. "Keep it going. Yes, that's what I like. 
Keep doing that." 

The excitement that she was feeling now was creating enthusiasm in his body. 

"Oh, yes, honey," he told her. "That's beautiful. Keep sliding that finger 
up there, lover." 

She kept the finger going and he loved it. Every minute of it. 

"Oh, faster, baby," he begged. "That's what I want. Oh, ah, yes, baby, yes. 
That's the way to do it." 

Faster and faster the hot fucking continued. He rammed it to her in driving 
rock-hard cock thrusts. 

"Am I good, honey?" he demanded. "Oh, yes," she said, "you're so nice to 
come home to." 

Pulling her finger out of his asshole, she gripped his asscheeks and 
massaged them vigorously. 

"I don't know why that feels so good," he told her, "but it sure does." 

Faster and faster now the action continued. Every moment was more inspiring, 
more pleasurable. 

"Oh, fuck, baby," he begged her, "fuck. Oh, ah, yes, yes, that's the way to 
do it. That's it. Faster, baby." 

The sensational action that was taking place now increased in pace as he got 
hotter. Realizing that he had never been so stimulated before he couldn't 
figure out why. 

"Oh, fuck, baby," he begged. "Oh, fuck. Oh, ah, yes, yes, that's the way to 
do it." 

It wasn't going to take much longer now and he knew it. He loved it. Every 
fascinating second of it. 

"Oh, wow!" he panted. "That's the way I like it. Keep it going." The 
sensational action that was continuing now was bringing them both to a 
startling climax. Finally he cut loose and his juices exploded in her pussy. 

"Oh, Howard honey," Peggy panted, "that's what I wanted. Now you're giving 
it to me. Oh, ah, yes, baby, yes. That's what I wanted." 

The hot juice poured into her pussy as he kept driving it in there. 

"Oh, yes," she panted, "that's what I wanted. Oh, baby, you really know how 
to love me." 

He smiled at her and then he whispered, "You're a real fucker." 

She juiced when he climaxed and this made him happy for it seemed as if 
their emotions were on target and they were vibing together. 

"You know baby doll," he smiled at her, "I love you." 

"I can tell that," she smiled back at him. 

Now he was withdrawing from her and as he went to the bathroom she felt 
guilty. Apparently she thought to herself Howard did love her and she was 
beginning to realize the dream of enjoying their married life. Yet, at the 
same time she was being pulled into the sexual quicksand of sex. 

"Honey," he suggested, "if you get bored with me we could always swap." 

"Oh, I wouldn't want to do that," she said. 

"If you wanted to," he said, "I wouldn't object. I know some women like to 
taste all the flavors." 

"What a way to put it," she said. "You're terrible." 

"I'm being realistic," he said. "Sex means many things to many people and I 
don't want to crowd you in." 

"You're a darling," she said. "Did you have anyone in mind for me?" 

"Yes," he told her, "there's a guy at our office that I think you would 
dig." 

"And does this guy at the office have a wife that you think you would dig?" 
she asked smiling. 

"You know me, don't you?" he smiled. 

"Like a book," she laughed. 

"Darling," she said, "if you would be happy, I'll go along with you." 

"Groovy," he smiled, "I think you would enjoy fucking with them. It's Fred 
and Rosemary." 

"When would you like to get together?" she asked him. 

"Whenever they are agreeable," he smiled. "Alright, honey," she said, "you 
can ask them for sex." 

The more he talked the more she realized that he really wanted action. 

"What is Fred like?" she smiled. 

"Oh, he's big and tall and strong, and quite a fucker," he said. 

"Good," she said, "that's what I could use." 

As she went to sleep that night she couldn't help wonder what Fred would be 
like and she wondered if Rosemary would get jealous. This was a new sexual 
adventure for her. Then she thought of her job. She would have to tell Steve 
that she needed Saturday night off. That was a big business night and it 
bothered her. 

"Honey," he smiled at her, "can I ask him?" 

"Ask who, what?" she laughed. 

"You know," he told her. 

"Oh, you mean about sex," she said. 

"Yes, baby," he said. 

"Well, go ahead," she said. "I guess there wouldn't be anything wrong with 
it." 

"Of course not," he assured her. 

She had to call up Steve that morning and Steve was not overly pleased to 
hear what she had to tell him. 

"Steve," she began, "I just can't make it." 

"What do you mean you can't make it?" he demanded. 

"Well, Saturday night," she said, "I won't be able to go." 

"That's impossible," he exclaimed. "You've got to be able to go." 

Realizing what a mess he was in he told her quietly, "There is a way that 
you could make up for it." 

"What?" she demanded. 

"Well, I have a client named Henry," he said, "who likes sex in the 
afternoon." 

"How vulgar," she laughed. 

"What's vulgar about sex in the afternoon?" he demanded. 

"Oh, I don't know it just sounds vulgar to me," she said. 

"Well, it isn't at all," he said. "If you want to make up for taking me down 
the river, honey, great. Just get over there right away and have a good 
time." 

"Alright," she agreed. 

As difficult as it was, she made up her mind that the only way that she was 
going to please him was to go over there. So in the afternoon she went over 
there. 

She was surprised what a beautiful place Henry had. He lived in the best 
section of town in a Georgian white colonial place. He had a circular drive 
and as she drove up there she really got a bang out of the place. It made 
her feel as if she were rich. She went into Henry's house and he quickly 
greeted her. 

"Hiya doing, honey," he smiled at her. 

"Beautiful, baby," she told him. 

"Well, honey," he told her, "we are going to have a marvellous time." 

"Are we?" she smiled. 

"Yes," he said, "wait until you see what I've got for you to wear." 

"You have something for me to wear?" she smiled. 

"I sure do, baby," he said, "and you're going to enjoy this too." 

As he talked on she wondered what he had in mind for her. 

"I dig the long black stockings and black boots," he said, "and I like to 
dress up." 

"Dress up?" she asked, "what do you mean?" 

"Just this," he said, "I want to wear a mask. Then I wear black leather 
pants with an opening." 

"I can guess what that opening is for, Henry," she smiled. 

"Three guesses," he smiled. 

"I would suspect that the opening is for your cock and your balls," she 
laughed. 

"You are so right," he laughed. 

She was really upset that he was being so difficult, however she figured 
that as long as this was the way he got his kicks she might as well go along 
with it. 

"Now, let's go upstairs to my fuck room," he suggested. 

"A fuck room?" she smiled, "what's that?" 

"That baby," he explained, "is where I do all my fucking. I've had it 
specially built. You can make it nighttime during daytime." 

"Well, why do you want that?" she demanded. 

"You create illusions and color patterns on the body," he said. 

"You are different, aren't you?" 

"So they tell me," he told her. 

Now she was getting a general idea of what he wanted to do and it bothered 
her no end. 

"You know, baby," he smiled, "you are too much." 

"Am I?" she smiled. 

"You bet," he said. 

Now she was beginning to realize what a problem she surely had. Nevertheless 
she was not going to let anything throw her. She had made up her mind that 
she was going to do her thing and nothing would deter her. 

"Honey," he smiled, "how would you like a drink first?" 

"I might need a drink first," she smiled. 

"I thought you would," he told her. 

As soon as she had a drink she felt more relaxed. 

"There's something about liquor," she said, "that loosens a person up." 

Now she was ready and so was he. 

"Let's go darling," she said. 

She followed Henry up to his private room. Henry was so proud of his room 
that she got a big charge out of going up there with him. 

"Oh, baby," he told her, "we are going to have such a good time." 

"Are we?" she smiled. 

"You bet your ass we are," he told her. 

When they got up to the room he turned on blue lights. The place went 
glamorously dark. 

"Now," he said, "let's take off all of your clothes." 

As she started slowly undressing she glanced to the side. There she caught 
sight quickly of mirrors. Mirrors all along the side walls. 

"Oh, this is a strange place, it really is," she said. 

The mirrors surprised her for a moment for she could hardly believe that 
anyone could have so many of them. It was possible with the mirror on the 
side and the mirror on the wall, to see every movement that they were 
making. 

"Kinda sexy, huh?" he smiled. 

"Very," she agreed. 

Now he was hot to get on the bed. She took a look at him and saw that indeed 
he was slipping into his black leather pants. Then she saw the huge cock as 
it slipped out of the hole. 

"Oh, you look nice," she smiled. "Different, but nice." 

He looked at her and said, "Baby, you know what I want you to do. You put on 
those black lace stockings and those black boots. That's all I want you to 
wear." 

She did as she was told and then he looked at her standing there naked 
except for the stockings and black boots. 

"Oh, do you look groovy," he told her. "You really do." 

He was admiring her and she was admiring him. Glancing in the mirror she got 
a charge out of it. Then Henry took the whip in his hand. 

"I use that on you don't I?" she asked. 

"Why no," he said, "I dig it the other way." 

Now she was in for a surprise. 

"So you expect me to lie there?" she asked him. 

"Why yes, baby," he insisted. 

She lay there and he told her, "Roll over, honey." 

She rolled over on her stomach exposing her bare buttocks to his whiplash. 
Suddenly he brought the whip down with a vengeance. 

"Come on, baby," he told her, "lash that ass." 

The whip lashed across her buttocks and he thought he would go out of his 
mind with delight. 

"Oh, baby," he said, "just look at my cock. 

See how hard that got me." 

She glanced over at his penis and sure enough he was rock hard. 

"Oh, wow," he panted, "look at that." 

The pleasure was building in his body as he lashed away at her behind. 
Moment by moment she became more excited. 

"Keep that up," she begged, "that's the way. Oh, yes, keep it going." 

The whip pounded on her asscheeks faster and faster and every time he did 
it, he got a charge. 

"Oh, wow," he panted, "look at that." 

The super sensations were flooding through them now. 

"Keep that up," he begged, "Oh, yes, that's the way I like it." 

The sensations were building every moment. 

"Come on, baby," he told her, "that's what I want. Oh, baby, that's it." 

The sensations were building every second and they both were enjoying 
themselves. 

"Fuck it, baby. Fuck!" 

She wiggled about the bed simulating a fuck. Then he got right on the bed 
and went right to town. He straddled her face and grabbed her head and flung 
his penis at her. 

"Come on, baby," he told her, "let's give it some action here." 

He surged inside of her and she got more and more excited. 

"Oh, yes, baby," he told her, "that's what I like. Keep that up!" 

As the rock hard cock shot into her she gripped it tightly with her lips. 
Then she opened her eyes and watched the saliva slickened shaft moving in 
and out. 

"Yes," he told her, "that's what I dig. Oh, baby, keep that up." 

Harder, hotter and faster he pumped it to her, and with every driving cock 
stab she became more eager for his cum. This annoyed her as she was 
wondering if she was getting hooked on this kind of sex. She knew it wasn't 
right and it bothered her. 

"Oh, wow!" he panted. "This is too much." 

Suddenly guiding his giant-sized cock down her throat she felt him 
exploding. 

"Eat me," he cried passionately. "Eat me." 

Instantly the hands went to her ass. Grasping the asscheeks tightly, he 
loved her hands there. 

"Oh, that's the way I like it," he told her. "Now baby, let me do it all the 
way." 

He rammed it down her throat and the penis exploded again. 

"Oh, wow!" he panted, "I'm cuming. Oh, ah, yes, baby, yes, that's the way I 
love it." 

The sensations seemed as if they would never end. Moment by moment the 
thrills had built to a startling climax. When she had finished gobbling his 
juicy, sticky cum she eased off. Then he looked at her. She looked at him 
too. 

"Why baby," she said, "you are still hard." 

"You know what a nympho is?" he smiled. 

"Why yes, Henry," she grinned. 

"Well, I'm the male equivalent of a nympho, honey." 

She believed him as he began massaging her with his cock. 

"How do you like the feel of this all over your body?" he smiled. 

"It's groovy," she said, reaching for his balls and massaging them. 

"Play with my ass too, honey," he said. "I really dig that." 

"I can tell you do, darling," she smiled. 

She continued playing with him and he was getting more and more excited 
every second. 

"Oh, that feels groovy," he told her. "Just keep that up." 

She kept it up and he was getting so excited now that he could hardly stand 
it. 

"Oh, baby," he told her, "you are beautiful." 

The pleasure was increasing now as she continued. 

"I'm going to stick this in your armpit, honey," he said. "Ever had that?" 
She laughed. 

"I'm an old hand at armpit fucking," she smiled. 

"Good, baby," he told her. 

Now he was enjoying it and so was she. 

"Oh, keep it up, baby," he begged her. "Keep that going." 

The pleasure was increasing every moment and both of them were enjoying it. 

"Yes, baby," he told her, "that's what I like. Come on, baby." 

Suddenly he could hardly stand it. 

"Fuck it," he begged her. "Fuck, baby, fuck!" 

The pleasure was increasing with every cock stab. Both of them were enjoying 
it immensely. 

"Oh, baby, I love that when you put it in the armpit." 

She raised her arm up and down as he slammed into her. 

"Keep that going," he told her. "Keep it going." 

Now he could hardly stand it. He was dizzy with delight as he went on 
ramming it to her. 

"Fuck," he begged her. "Fuck, baby, fuck." 

The sensations were building to another climax but before he could shoot his 
wad, he slipped his rock-hard cock between her breasts and massaged her 
breasts vigorously. 

"How about that?" he asked her. 

"Feels great," she told him. 

He continued doing this and she loved every second of it. 

"Oh, wow!" he panted, "that is beautiful. Keep it going." 

It seemed as if the sensations would never stop. 

"Keep it up, baby," he begged. "That's it. Oh, yes, keep it going." 

The sensations that were being created by his activity in different 
directions produced pleasure within her body. She liked the sight of his 
cock so close juicing at the slit as he played with her breasts. 

"Honey," he smiled, "you're really going to get something now." 

He swept down her body until he came to her vagina. 

"Raise your legs, darling," he said. "I want them up there." 

Throwing her legs up in the air he stabbed her pussy. 

"Yes, baby," he told her, "sock it to me!" She pushed back as he drove 
forward. "Oh, yes," he panted, "that's what I like. Give it to me." 

The sensations were incredible. Every moment he loved it more. 

"Oh, wow!" he panted, "keep it up, baby." As she vigorously worked her 
vagina muscles around his sliding cock the pleasure increased. 

"Fuck, baby," he told her. "Fuck, baby, fuck!" 

Faster and faster the rock-hard cock thrust into her and soon she knew that 
he would be juicing. She loved the feel of his balls bouncing on her 
buttocks as he screwed her at this angle. 

"You like this, love," he smiled at her. 

"You know it," she said. "It's sensational." 

The joy that she had experienced was increasing now with every cock stab. 

"Fuck it, baby," he begged. "Fuck, baby, fuck." 

He wasn't going to take much longer now and she knew it. His body was sweaty 
and so was hers. Then she felt him trembling. 

"Oh, I'm cuming," he told her. "I'm cuming." 

Sure enough he unloaded his balls in her. 

"Oh, fuck," he gasped excitedly. "Fuck, baby, fuck." 

The hot juice flooded her pussy and was dripping. 

"Oh, keep pumping," he gasped. "Don't stop until it's all out." 

"Oh, it's real creamy, honey," she sighed as she twisted her head this way 
and that. 

He loved to see her in sexual ecstasy as she lay before him, and he thrilled 
at the thrill of her black boots and black stockings as he continued 
thrusting away. 

"Yes, baby," he told her, "that's what I like. 

Yes, baby, that's it." 

He continued doing it until he had finished. Then slowly he pulled out of 
her. 

"Oh, wow!" he smiled. "You are a real fuck." 

"What an obscene compliment," she laughed. 

As she lay there looking up at him she marvelled. It was the first time she 
had had a fuck like this with long black stockings and black boots. More 
than that it was the first time anyone had given her ass a few whacks. Yet, 
she loved it. Every minute of it. 

"Baby," she smiled, "you are really something." 

He pinched her breast and then began licking and nibbling on them. 

"You're quite a lover yourself." 

"At first I didn't believe you were what you said you were, Henry," she 
said, "but now I believe." 

He pressed his face between her breasts and pushed them once more against 
his cheeks. 

"Oh, yes," she told him, "that's sensational. 

The pleasure was mounting every moment now as he continued. 

"You love that, don't you?" he smiled. 

"Sure I do, darling," she assured him. 

When he pulled his mouth away from her he rolled over on his stomach. 

"Now you help me out, honey," he said, "and give my balls some tingly 
sensations. All you have to do is grab that big whip and lash it across my 
ass." 

She took the whip in her hand and got to her feet. Then standing by the side 
of the bed she began lashing away. To her enormous surprise a vast feeling 
of pleasure swept over her as she did so. Instantly, she felt her pussy 
moistening and she reached down to touch herself with one hand. The other 
hand was lashing at his ass and she was producing pleasure. 

"How about that, honey," he said, "I can see that you enjoy it too." 

A nervous tickle surged through her body as she was filled with pleasure. 

"I'll admit it," she said, "I'm hooked on this." 

She went on lashing his ass until it was red. She could see them get redder 
by the moment. 

"Now, honey," he told her, "when you get my ass ready I want you to bend 
over and lick it." 

"How will I know it's ready?" she demanded. 

"Well, I'll tell you," he said. "When you see the red streaking across it, 
it's ready." 

"Oh, I hate to do that to you," she told him. 

"Don't worry about it, baby," he said, "I want it." 

"Apparently, you do," she said. 

He was enjoying himself enormously and when she saw the first blood start to 
streak across his bare behind she tossed the whip aside and got down on the 
bed. She reached up with both hands and gripped his asscheeks and began 
kissing. 

"Oh, yes," he panted, "that's what I dig." 

She licked it and he got more and more turned on. 

"You keep that up, baby," he told her, "and you'll drive me out of my mind." 

She kept it up and he kept wiggling his buttocks around. 

"Beautiful," he sighed enthusiastically, "that's what I like, baby." 

It seemed as if the sensations would never stop. Every moment he was getting 
more pleasure with her. 

"Keep that going," she begged. "Yes, love, yes." She kept it going and he 
kept wiggling his buttocks. 

"Bite it," he demanded. "Bite it, baby. I like that too." 

She nibbled at his ass and that really got him going. 

"Oh, wow!" he panted, "that is sensational." 

Now it wasn't taking him long. The pleasure was mounting by the second. 

"Oh, yes, baby," he told her, "how about that?" 

Suddenly he felt a finger sliding up his asshole while she licked him. 

"Oh, feels good honey," he told her. "That's real different.". 

When she had finished fingering his asshole she decided that she would use 
her breasts to excite him there. She began crushing down with her breasts on 
his buttocks. 

"Do you have any oil, honey?" she asked. 

"There's an oil shortage," he said smiling. 

"Well, maybe you could spare a few drops of baby oil on my bosoms," she 
explained, "so I could run them over your ass. I think you would dig that a 
lot." 

"So do I, honey," he agreed. 

Then he got off the bed and went to the bathroom and brought back the oil. 
As she watched him walking to the bathroom she got a kick out of his black 
leather pants with his huge cock and balls sticking out in the front. 
Suddenly, he had the oil in her hand and she was using it all over her 
breasts. When they were well oiled she was eager and ready to give him 
sensations he had never had before. Suddenly the oil was applied 
effectively, and she bent over and crushed her oily breasts over his smooth 
buttocks. He loved the sensation. 

"That's real soothing, baby," he said. "Caress me with your bosoms." 

Her bosoms caressed his behind and he enjoyed it more every moment. To add 
to his pleasure she played with his prostate gland. He loved all of the 
action around his intimate sexual organs. Her finger was trailing on the 
backside of his balls. 

"Oh, yes," he told her, "I love that. That's sensational, baby. Keep that 
up." He couldn't take much more of this action, it was too tremendous. 

"Oh, wow!" he panted, "you are doing something for me." 

He flipped over soon and she felt his giant-sized shaft between her oily 
bosoms. 

"Now you press your bosoms against my cock," he recommended. "With oil on 
them it should be nice and slick." 

She let him do it and he loved the sensations. 

"Oh, baby," he told her, "I love that. That's wild." 

He kept this up until she was out of her mind with delight and passion. 

"How about another mouthful?" he asked her. 

"Have you got any more juice in those balls?" she smiled at him. 

"Sure I have, honey," he told her. "You don't have to worry about that." 

The sensations were coming thick and fast. It was incredible how much 
pleasure he could derive from this action. 

"Oh, baby," he told her excitedly, "you don't know how good this feels. Keep 
that going." 

The sensations seemed as if they would never end. 

"Lick it," he demanded. 

She licked his cock quickly. Then with her hot tongue working around it 
feverishly she suddenly merged her mouth with his male member. As her mouth 
slid over the shaft the pleasure increased in intensity. 

He thrust it harder and she was enjoying it more every second. 

"Keep that up, honey," he begged, "that's what I want. That's what I need." 

The pleasure didn't stop. He continued doing it until he was dizzy with 
delight. 

"Oh, honey," he urged, "lick it. Lick it, baby." 

She licked it alright and then he juiced. She was amazed how quickly the 
juice came. She was disappointed too as she enjoyed the vigorous cock stabs 
in her mouth. However, she made the most from it and greedily gobbled it. 

"Oh, wow!" he panted, "you're the best one he's ever sent out here." 

Reaching down his hands groped her head. He guided her cagily over his 
shaft. 

"You're beautiful," he said. "You're just what the doctor ordered." 

She felt his hot leathery legs around her now and she loved the feel of the 
leather. 

"Get it all out," he said. "I won't rest until you've got it all out. That's 
it, gobble my stuff." 

Running his fingers through her hair he caressed her with his words. 

"It was creamy and good, wasn't it, honey?" he panted. "Sure you loved that, 
didn't you, baby?" 

She nodded but didn't remove the penis from her mouth. She kept her lips 
tightly fastened on it which all added up to pleasure to him. When she 
finally did slide her mouth off his shaft she patted his buttocks. 

"So you enjoyed that, honey?" she said. 

"Sure I did," he said, "and I'll bet you never had a lover like this." 

She looked at his leathery legs with the cock out in front and the ass 
exposed in the back. 

"No, honey," she admitted, "I've never had a lover like you." 

He got to his feet and paraded before the mirror and once more she got a 
look at his strange get up. The leather front with the hole in place for the 
penis pop-out with the balls, and then the back showed his bare ass with the 
leather picking up where the bare ass left off. 

"Quite a beautiful costume, isn't it?" he asked. 

"A perfect sex costume," she said, "did you get it at a sex boutique?" 

"Oh, no," he said proudly, "I designed it myself. Isn't that super?" 

"Why yes, Henry," she said, "it's really a divine outfit." 

"And how did you enjoy wearing those black stockings and boots?" he smiled. 

"It added something alright," she said. "It really did. It's funny when 
you're looking at yourself in these leathery get-ups, how exciting it can 
be." 

"It's not really funny at all," he explained, "half of sex is imagination, 
and I believe in utilizing the imagination to produce the ultimate 
pleasure." 

"Well, I can say one thing," she said, "it's not a mechanical fuck. With all 
of this action it becomes poetic." 

"Or apolyptic," he said. 

"What?" she smiled. 

He looked at her and laughed. 

"Haven't you ever heard that before?" he grinned. 

"No," she said, "I'm afraid I haven't." 

"Well," he explained, "an apolyptic fuck is the opposite of a mechanical 
fuck. A mechanical fuck is one that is dull and monotonous, but an apolyptic 
fuck is really something." 

"Well, good, baby," she said, "because that's what this is." 

"Precisely," he said. 

Not for one minute did he doubt that he was the real turn-on and she didn't 
want to in any way lessen the illusion that he enjoyed creating so much. 

"I bet you want to come here again, don't you?" he smiled. 

"I can hardly wait," she said. "It was so much fun, Henry." 

"That's what all the women say who come here and I don't think it's just 
because I pay them well either." 

"Of course not, Henry," she assured him. 

"Naturally," he said, "it's worth a lot of money because you dames are the 
best in the business and I don't mind paying. I always say quality counts." 

"Of course, Henry," she assured him. 

"Sweetheart," he said, "let's make a date to get together again?" 

"Of course," she said, "I didn't know how much fun sex in the afternoon 
could be." 

"Well, now you do, honey," he said, "and it's the most fun with me. I can 
tell you, honey, you can go the whole circuit of guys who dig women in the 
afternoon and wear costumes and do the whole thing and you'll never find 
anyone you'll like more." 

"I'm sure of that," she told him. 

She began dressing and when she had completed switching from her stockings 
and boots to her regular clothes she felt relaxed. She was glad that she 
could relax as she wanted to get home to her husband to be prepared for the 
evening's sexual activity. She knew that her husband would have twenty fits 
if he had any idea of what she had been doing this afternoon. But he would 
never know. 

"So long, sweetie," Henry smiled. 

"So long, Henry love," she said. 

"Kiss my ass goodbye," he grinned. 

Bending over she accommodated him with a kiss on the ass. 

"And one last whack," he grinned. 

"Of course, love," she said, whacking his ass and flashing him a knowing 
smile. 

CHAPTER SEVEN 

It was important for Peggy to get home, because she wanted to get the house 
cleaned up before the Saturday night swap. When she got home she found she 
didn't have any liquor left. Apparently Howard had been drinking. This 
didn't go over too well with her but there was nothing she could do about 
it. She got in the car and went to the market and purchased the liquor. Then 
she felt at ease, however, when she got back Howard was there complaining. 

"This place looks like a pig pen," he griped. "If you weren't working so 
much you could keep the house nice." 

"You never noticed it when I did keep it clean," she said. 

"Well, there was nothing to notice," he explained, "because it looked 
alright." 

"Sure," she smiled, "you never complained because you didn't have anything 
to complain about. You make me laugh." 

He teased her by giving her a whack on the ass. 

"I can hardly wait to get my cock in Rosemary," he said. 

That did get her jealous and he picked up on it quickly. However she thought 
she had better disguise her feelings and not let him know what was going 
through" her mind. 

"Now, baby doll," she said, "you just take care." 

"Don't worry about me," he said, "I always do." 

The more she talked to him the more she became grimly aware of how 
impossible he could be. 

"Are we going to have a nice little buffet tonight?" he asked. 

"Well, I wasn't making a king's meal," she answered. "I thought we would 
have something light like beef stroganoff, and possibly some champagne. What 
do you think?" 

"I'm all for champagne anytime," he said. 

"Well, that figures," she said, "you always were a pretty big boozehound." 

"Now, is that a nice thing to say?" he complained. 

"It may not be nice," she admitted, "but it's the truth." 

"Well, you drove me to drink with all your playing around at that massage 
parlor," he said angrily. 

"What makes you so sure that I've been playing around at that place?" she 
demanded. 

"If you must know," he said, "I used to go there." 

"Ahh," she said, "the truth will out. So that's why you were so suspicious 
of me, because you knew what a devil you were yourself." 

"True, true," he smiled. 

It was becoming vividly clear to her that he could be very difficult. 

"Sweetheart," she smiled, "anytime you want to cut out of this marriage you 
are welcome to. If you want to stay in it you are welcome to, but I don't 
appreciate sarcasm." 

"Was I being sarcastic?" he said. 

"You sure as hell were," she said, "and I don't dig sarcasm." 

"What do you dig," he asked, "men who pay for blow jobs?" 

"I give a legitimate massage," she said. "I'm sure there are girls you can 
buy but I'm not one of them. It's obvious that you were buying the women 
off. You ought to be ashamed of yourself." 

"Why should I be ashamed," he said. "They wanted to get some money and I 
wanted to get my rocks off.'" 

"But you were married," she reminded him. 

"Well," he said, "a man needs sex a lot more than a woman does." 

"That's a lot of crap," she countered. "A woman needs all the sex she can 
get." 

"A nympho type," he said. 

"And I'm not talking about the nympho type either," she said. "I'm talking 
about a woman like myself. I'm sick and tired of being maligned by you." 

"Do I malign you?" he teased. 

"Sure you do. All the time. It's like a running battle between you and me." 

"Who's winning?," he asked. 

"Neither of us, lover," she said, "and right now the floor needs vacuuming." 

"Well, why don't you do it," he smiled. 

"Vacuum it yourself, you ass," she said, "I'm sick and tired of doing all 
the crappy work around this place, while you go out and have women blow you 
at massage parlors." 

He could see that she was indeed jealous and he knew that she cared. At 
least that was something in his favor. 

"I'm sorry, baby," he said, "I didn't mean to get your goat." 

"Well, I wish you would take it easy," she said. "You do act impossible most 
of the time." 

"I'm sorry." 

"Well, you should be," she said. More and more it was becoming evident that 
he couldn't put anything over on her. 

"Honey," he said, "you're really going to enjoy Fred. He's quite a lover." 

"Well, I hope so," she said, "I hope he's not like you. All you want to do 
is slam it in there and shove it a couple of times and say you've done your 
duty. I don't consider that lovemaking. That's masturbation." 

"The nerve of you," he said, "I've given you some of the best fucks of my 
life and that's all the appreciation I get." 

"Save it for the judge," she said. 

"The judge doesn't want it," he said innocently. 

"Look," she said, "I'm sick and tired of you being so difficult and I'm 
going to tell you finally that you're going to have to quit it." 

"Alright," he promised, as he started vacuuming the floor. 

By working together the two of them had everything cleaned by an hour and a 
half. Then she put some food in the oven to bake and he jumped in the 
shower. 

"Join me in the shower, honey," he suggested. 

She thought it might be rather romantic to join him in the shower. She could 
teach him a few things. Going into the shower she soaped his back. Then she 
soaped his buttocks. Finally bringing her finger down to his asshole she 
slid it up there. 

"Get your soapy finger out of my asshole," he told her. 

"Oh, I'm sorry," she said. 

The longer she talked the more upset he became. He was worried, worried 
about many things. Above all that an argument would develop that could end 
in a lot of trouble. 

That evening everything went smoothly until it was time to go into the sex 
part. 

"Well, how do we get into sex?" Fred asked shyly. 

"Well, I think the first thing we should do," Peggy said, "is part from our 
mates. I wouldn't want your lovely wife, Rosemary, to get jealous, and I 
know my husband wouldn't appreciate it if I got green with envy while he was 
making passes at your beautiful wife." 

"Maybe we should just cancel it all," he suggested. 

"Oh, no," she said, "that wouldn't be right." 

"Alright," Fred agreed. 

Together Fred and Peggy went into a bedroom. First thing Peggy did was lock 
the door and then check to be sure it was locked securely. Then she 
suggested slyly, "Let me undress you." 

"Anytime," Fred slurred drunkenly. 

Now she was ready for her good time and she wasted no time giving him what 
he wanted. 

"Oh, baby," he smiled as he looked at her undressing him. "You look good 
enough to eat." 

"I'm going to eat you first, baby doll," she said, "and then I want you to 
eat me. 69 can be fun but I think it's even more fun when a person can 
concentrate on what's happening to them." 

"I couldn't agree more, baby," he told her. 

Now she was unzipping his fly and unbuckling his belt. His pants fell to the 
floor. 

"Oh, don't you look nice," she said excitedly. "Yes, baby, you sure do." 

"I love it when a woman plays with my intimate parts," he said. 

"Well, I'll do that for you honey," she said, "I'd like to massage you all 
over." 

"Oh, that's great," he said, as he watched her finger his balls. 

Then she pulled him by his penis over to the bed. 

"Stretch out, lover boy," she said, "and I want you to wrap those luscious 
legs around me. Then, I am going to give you sex like you never had it 
before." 

"Will you lick around my ass?" he asked. 

"Oh, a little," she agreed. 

He lay down and she gripped his asscheeks. While she didn't go in the 
asshole, she did give him some excitement and stimulation by licking his 
asscheeks. Then she licked his balls and this was followed by opening her 
mouth and taking both balls in gingerly. With her tongue licking around his 
testicles he was getting so stimulated that he knew he would be juicing 
shortly. He became eager for her to put her mouth over it. 

"Cover it with your hot mouth, honey," he insisted. 

Soon her mouth slid over the shaft. Then her head bobbed up and down. 

"Oh, baby," he told her, "does that ever feel good. Come on, baby, come on." 

The pleasure was mounting every moment. They both enjoyed this. 

"Oh, baby," he said, "do I ever like to have my cock blown." 

He kept this up every minute and the pleasure increased. 

"Oh, do it, baby," he told her. "Do it. Oh, ah, yes, baby, yes. Do it." 

It seemed as if the sensations would never stop. Her hands were grasping his 
asscheeks now and her head was bobbing up and down in fast motion. 

"Oh, the balls are on fire," he told her. "Oh, yes, you do it so naturally." 

As she continued gliding up and down on his cock he wondered who invented 
it. It seemed the most natural, most beautiful way to make it. As his legs 
locked around her she wondered the same thing as the pleasure increased with 
each cock stab. 

"Keep it up, baby," he panted. "Don't stop. Keep going." 

She kept it up alright. Nothing could stop her now. She was determined to 
get all of the pleasure she could from his body. 

"Oh, love me," he begged. "Love me, honey." 

Strangely she could feel love for him. It wasn't all sex and this was the 
thing that made it seem extra beautiful. If it had been all sex it would 
have been revolting to Peggy for she had become bored with the monotony of 
tame sex. She wanted something different. He was giving her something 
different. 

"Oh, keep that up," he panted. "I love it. That's what I want. Now you're 
doing it. Oh, yes, baby, that's the way." 

She was giving him action all over. Her hands were reaching up and massaging 
his chest, then she was playing with his testicles. In the meantime she was 
giving him more action around his ass where she massaged it too. 

"You've got wonderful hands, honey," he told her. "You know how to make a 
man happy." 

As Peggy manipulated his body he was getting hotter and hotter. 

"Oh, yes," he sighed. "I love that. Keep doing me. 

The pleasure mounted every moment. He knew that he couldn't stand much more 
action like this. 

"Oh, wow!" he panted. "You are too much. Oh, yes, baby I want it." 

Now his fingers reached down to run through her hair. He enjoyed guiding her 
head down over his cock. 

"Love it," he gasped, "love that juice. Go get it." 

Suddenly the creamy white cum erupted in her mouth. Peggy gulped. 

"Oh, baby," he panted, "I never had anything like this. Oh, baby, it's too 
much!" 

She was delighted that Fred could get such a charge out of the act. The 
monotony that had set in so many times in the act when she and her husband 
had had sex together, was eliminated when another sexual partner was 
involved. 

"Sweetheart," he told her, "you really know how to make a man happy. Yes, 
yes, that's what I like." 

It was a pleasant moment for her and it seemed as if it would never stop. He 
was putting his all into the act. 

"Oh, lover baby," he sighed ecstatically, "you don't know how much I've 
looked forward to this. How much I've needed it." 

"That's alright, honey," she smiled, as she pulled her mouth off of him. 

He now was hot to play with her. 

"Now, baby," he begged, "I want a little action out of you. I want you to 
use your pussy over my face. That's it, baby, just push that pussy down over 
my mouth." 

She listened to what he had to say. Straddling his face she shoved her muff 
in his mouth. His hot tongue surged out and soon he was licking the velvety 
vagina walls. He loved the sensations that this was creating. 

"Oh, love me, baby," she panted. 

He knew how to please her. He knew how to make her happy. 

"Oh, yes," she sighed, "that's what I want. That's wild." 

He continued doing this until she couldn't stand it any longer. 

"Eat me," she begged. "Eat my pussy. Lick it. Use that tongue on the love 
button. Lash it." 

His hot tongue lashed across her love button and now her body was shaking 
and trembling with emotion. 

"Yes, yes," she exclaimed, "that's what I wanted. Keep it going. Don't stop 
now. Don't stop for anything." 

The sensations had become almost more than she could bear. It was a 
fantastic one for her and the hot pussy juice gushed. 

"Oh, baby," she told him, "this is beautiful. Really beautiful." 

Now he wouldn't pull his mouth away. He wanted to keep it there. There was 
something warm and wonderful about having his mouth pressed tightly to her 
vagina. She let him run his hands gently over her buttocks and pinch her 
nipples as he concluded his act. Withdrawing his tongue, he lay beside her. 

"Oh, Peggy," he said, "I got the better of the bargain. My wife is a frigid 
little fucker." 

"Don't worry, darling," Peggy said, "my husband will take care of her. He is 
a real stud." 

"Well, I hope so for her sake," he said. "I've tried to bring Rosemary out. 
She won't do anything I ask her. I've asked her to go down on me a zillion 
times but she won't." 

Meanwhile Rosemary was in the other room and she was giving the instructions 
on how she wanted the act. 

"I always say it's best the good old fashioned way," she smiled. 

"What's that way?" he grinned. 

"That, love," she said, "is when the man is on top. I always like the man in 
the dominant position." 

"What do you think about the French way?" he asked. 

"If you think what I think you mean," she said quickly, "I think it is 
disgusting." 

"I was afraid that is what you would think," he smiled. 

"I can't help it," she said. "I've got my scruples." 

"Well, sure you have, honey." 

"People these days," she complained, "are disgusting. They are doing things 
that are twisted, warped and sick. For example, my husband is probably in 
there right this minute going down on your wife." 

"No," Howard laughed, "do you really think so?" 

"Well, I'm highly suspicious," she said, "because he is sick on sex." 

"I've got news for you," he chuckled, "so am I." 

"You mean you like it that way too?" she demanded. 

"Yes," he said, "I will have to admit." 

"Admit what?" she demanded. 

"Admit that that is what I like," he said. 

"You mean you would expect me to go down on your dirty old cock?" she chided 
him. 

"I would go down on your dirty old pussy if you would go down on my dirty 
old cock," he chuckled. 

"I keep my pussy clean," she said, "thank you." 

"Well, I keep my cock clean, thank you." 

"Well," she shrugged, "just because we keep it clean doesn't mean we have to 
lick it." 

"Naturally not," he said, "what could be more natural than to stick it. 
Stick it in your pussy." 

"Precisely," she said, "that's what my mother told me." 

"Your mother discussed sex with you?" he asked Rosemary. 

"Don't all mothers?" she asked. 

"No," he said, "many of them don't. They let the girl find out for herself." 

"Well," she said, "mother told me there would be evil men who would suggest 
things like this, but I didn't think you would be one of them." 

"I never suggested a thing," he said weakly. 

"Oh, you were going to," she said. "I can always tell from the way a man 
talks what he is going to suggest. It was just around the corner." 

"Well, I didn't after all, did I?" he said. 

"No," she said, "mercifully you didn't." 

The point had been made and now she understood what he was talking about. 

She lay on her back and wiggled her ass. 

"What are you wiggling your ass for?" he asked. 

"To show you how hot I am," she said evenly. 

"Well, what if I'm not hot?" he asked. 

"Do you have an impotency problem?" she said. "I'm sure that a good fuck 
with me would help you." 

"Help me?" he asked with a smile. 

"Are you making fun of me?" Rosemary demanded. 

"Now would I do a bad thing like that?" he laughed. 

"Well, you very well might," she said, "because you have a look about you 
that makes me distrust you." 

"Do I?" he said stroking his cock. "Why don't you play with it, honey?" 

Reaching down she gripped his penis and massaged it up and down. 

"Oh, yes, baby," he told her, "that's a lot of fun." 

Moment by moment the pleasure was building. 

"Oh, I like that," he said, "that feels real good." 

Now he was getting more and more stimulated. Straddling her he reached out 
to play with her breasts. 

"Isn't this nice," she said. "Nice and normal. The old face to face 
position. You can't beat the old fashioned way. That's what mom says." 

"Listen to mom," he said, as he stabbed his cock in her pussy in one hard 
driving thrust. 

"Take it easy, will you?" she demanded. 

"What's wrong, Rosemary?" he asked, as he struggled to keep stabbing his 
cock into her. 

"Well, you took me by surprise," she said. "I always like it when a man 
informs me what he is going to do." 

"You like a lot of conversation about it, don't you?" he asked. 

"I think it's a good idea," she said. "Then everyone knows what they are 
getting into." 

He was ramming it to her and he was having difficulty with her. She had 
turned him off with all of her negative comments about various forms of 
sexual enjoyment that he liked. Now her hands were lying there limp. 

"Did you ever use your hands on your husband, Fred?" he demanded. 

"I wouldn't touch Fred's body," she said. "He doesn't shower often enough, 
and he has body odor." 

"I bet you have a real nice marriage," he said. 

"It's not perfect," she said, "but what is. Now, hurry up and get it over 
with cause we don't want them to think we're having trouble making it." 

"Oh, of course not," he said, as he felt himself going limp with her 
featherbrained conversation. 

Trying hard to make it work he just couldn't make it. 

"Are you going limp inside of me?" she demanded. 

"I don't know what's happening," he said. 

"Well, I suspicion," she said, "that you aren't the juiciest man in the 
world." 

"Look, honey," he said, "I was alright till I met you. Now if you could keep 
your fucking face closed long enough, so I could stab my cock in there a few 
times without this chatter, I could make it." 

"You're making me angry," she said lying there loosely. 

"Look you've got a loose enough pussy already," he said, "grab it will you." 

"Your theme song ought to be, 'This Time We Almost Made It', she said. 

"I don't think we've ever been close to making it," he said. 

"Alright," she fumed. 

He was getting more uptight every moment and so was she. Finally he withdrew 
from her, realizing that he would never make it. 

"Now, don't you tell Fred that you couldn't get your rocks off," she said. 
"He would blame it on me. He thinks I'm frigid." 

"Well, you're as close to an Eskimo as any female I ever fucked," he said. 

"That is an insult to the Eskimos," she said. "I've known some lovely 
Eskimos. Sure they live in a cold country but they are not cold people." 

"Sorry," he said, "I didn't mean to insult the Eskimos. You are so right to 
compare you to them is an insult, to them." 

She thought about that a moment and then she said, "as drunk as I am I know 
that's an insult to me and I resent it. Will you apologize?" 

"What for?" he demanded. 

"Give me time to think," she said, "I'm not functioning too well now." 

"What you need is another drink," he said. 

"I guess I do," she said. "All this talk about Fred and me not being 
compatible is driving me to drink. Mom says I should divorce him and find a 
man who can appreciate me." 

"Quit listening to her," he warned her. "She's going to bring your marriage 
to rack and ruin." 

"It is already," she said. "The only reason I hang on to him is these swap 
meets. But I feel kind of foolish getting involved." 

"Why is that?" he demanded. 

"Because," she said, "I'm a real ball of fire and sometimes I think I come 
on too strong and the man gets so uptight that he can't get his erection." 

"You got it all figured out, honey," he chuckled. "That's right, Rosemary, 
you're a ball of fire. Go on believing that, honey, if you want to." 

"Of course I believe it," she said, "because it's the truth." 

Meantime, Fred was getting hard again. 

"What are we going to do about you, Freddie?" Peggy grinned. 

Flashing her a knowing smile he asked, "How about another fuck?" 

"Sure, honey," she said, "anything you want to do, tiger." 

"Anything?" he smiled at her. 

"Of course, darling," she said, "I just love fucking." 

"You're good at it too," he told her. 

"I guess I'm not bad," she admitted. 

"Not bad, baby?" he smiled, "you are fantastic. Now, honey, why don't we get 
on the floor and do a wild animal fuck?" 

"Why sure, honey," she said, "I would love it." 

It didn't take Peggy long to spread a towel out on the floor and then she 
got down on all fours and moved over near the mirror where he could watch. 

"You got it all set up, haven't you, honey?" he grinned. 

"Right on, Fred," she said. "Get in there." 

"Of course you know that I'm going to fuck your asshole?" he said. 

Saying that she collapsed on the floor. 

"In a pig's eye you are," she said. "Nobody, but nobody goes up my ass." 

"Oh, it would be nice and tight," he told her. "Just right. That's the kind 
of fuck I like. I've got the cock for it too. You know it takes a real rigid 
cock to do ass fucking." 

"I'm not a masochist," she said. "No matter how much you would enjoy it, and 
your sadistic impulses would delight in it, forget it." 

"You women are all alike," he complained. 

"We'll compromise, lover," she suggested. "How would it be if we did this. I 
will get on my hands and knees and bend over. You can stab my pussy from a 
back angle. Wouldn't that be tremendous?" 

"It sure would," he said. 

Now they were building to the big moment. Using some oil on his penis shaft 
he prepared it for the big invasion. Then he gripped her ass-cheeks and 
parted them. Slowly he introduced his penis between her legs from the 
backside. 

"You can really ram it in a long way from this angle," she said. "In the 
pussy-fuckers' manual that I bought last week at the sex boutique, I read 
all about that. They said this position was the most." 

"The most what?" he asked. 

"You know," she said, "the most fantastic." 

"You're not kidding," he said, as he slid in smoothly. 

Farther and farther his shaft went in there. "Oh, I can feel it to my toes," 
she giggled excitedly. 

"Is it that far in?" he demanded. 

"Almost," she cried excitedly. 

Now he was really going to town. Every minute he was enjoying it more and 
more. Faster and faster the hard cock drove in there. She loved it. 

"Oh, fuck it, baby," he told her. "Fuck, baby, fuck." 

The sensations were building every second and he loved it. 

"Oh, wow!" he panted. "That is fantastic. Keep it going, baby." 

The sensational action was building to a scorching climax. He knew that much 
more of this and he would get his rocks off and fast. 

"I can't take much of this fucking," he told her. "It's tremendous. You know 
just how to grind your ass like a pro." 

"A pro?" she said. "What do you mean?" 

"You know, a professional hustler, honey," he smiled. 

"Oh," she said, "one of those sluts." 

"Come on, now," he said, "a professional is a professional. I admire a woman 
who knows how to use her body to give a man the ultimate orgasm." 

"Well, I hope I give you one of those ultimate orgasms," she said. "I'm sure 
grinding my ass around enough. Don't you think so?" 

"Oh, yes," he said, "you're really drilling it around there nice, baby." 

Faster and faster the rock-hard cock slid in there and she enjoyed it more 
every moment. 

"Fuck, baby," he told her, "fuck. Yes, yes, fuck!" 

He bent over and his chest touched her back. Then his hot hands reached for 
her breasts. He massaged them, toying with the nipples. 

"Oh, you excite me so much, honey," she told him. "You have no idea how much 
I love this. Oh, yes, lover, that's beautiful." 

It seemed as if the sensations would never cease. Moment by moment the 
pleasure was building. 

"Oh, wow! that's what I like. Yes, baby, yes." 

Now the two of them were going out of their minds with passion and delight. 

"Fuck, baby," he begged. "Fuck, baby. Oh, ah, yes, yes, keep it going." 

The sensational sliding movements of his penis as it drove into her drove 
her wild. 

"Keep it up, honey," he told her. "Keep it up." 

The emotion-filled pleasure that he was deriving from this kind of sexual 
activity was increasing with every cock stab. 

"Oh, wow," he panted, "that's beautiful. Keep fucking. Faster, baby, 
faster." 

The rock hard cock slid in there smoothly as she wiggled about. Suddenly he 
exploded. 

"I'm cuming," he cried, as he pinched her nipples so hard it hurt. 

"Lay off on my nipples," she said complaining. "I don't want you to take 
them with you." 

"Sorry about that, baby," he said. "I always like to pinch a woman's nipples 
when I fuck her at this angle." 

"I can see that," she told him. 

A few more rapid fire thrusts and she juiced. 

"Oh, I'm slipping around in your stuff," he bragged. 

"Great, baby," she told him. 

It indeed was great for the both of them. They enjoyed it immensely. Finally 
he withdrew. 

"Oh, baby," he told her, "you are too much." 

He flipped over on his backside and then his wife charged into the bedroom. 

"Coming, ready or not," she called out, as she barged into the bedroom. 

"What on earth are you doing on the floor, dear?" she asked Fred. 

"Rosemary," he said, "can't you ever leave me alone?" 

"Well, dear," she said, "I thought maybe something bad happened. I can't 
imagine why you're down there on the floor." 

"We're doing a floor fuck," she told her. 

"A floor fuck?" she said. "What in hell is that?" 

"Oh, it's fun to do it animal style," she said. "You get down on the floor 
and pretend you're a fucking animal. It's even more fun when you can wear a 
mask." 

"Maybe you don't need a mask," Rosemary said. "Maybe you are a fucking 
animal. Getting down there on the floor, you don't know what my mother would 
say if she could see this." 

All at once the front door opened. The landlord swept in with a camera and a 
photographer. 

"They're in there," he said, as he heard where the voices came from. 

Going over to the corner he wasted no time in opening the bedroom door. The 
flashbulbs popped and he kept telling his photographer to take more. 

"More," he said, "we want to get pictures of this scum. Pictures we can show 
in court. I know what they've been doing in here." 

When he had finished taking all the pictures that he wanted he hurried out 
with his photographer. 

"Now look what you've done," Peggy panted. "We're all going to get kicked 
out of here." 

"Don't you worry," Rosemary said, "you've got exactly what you deserve." 

"Why aren't you angry about all of this?" Howard said. 

Then her husband glared at her. 

"Are you back of this?" Fred asked her angrily. "I wouldn't tell you if I 
was," she said. "You'd better tell me," Fred said, as he put his fingers on 
her throat. 

"Don't you try choking me again," she said. "I told you I'd divorce you the 
last time you tried to kill me this way." 

"You won't have to worry about a divorce, honey," he said. "You won't have 
to worry about a thing if you don't tell me the truth. What happened here?" 

"Well, I was talking to mother about this swap session," she said, "and 
mother suggested I tell the landlord and see if he approved. Mother felt 
that it would be wrong for me to get involved in a situation where those who 
own the place didn't permit this type of goings on." 

"But you're involved too, Rosemary," Fred reminded her. 

"But I can always say that I came here under a threat," she said. 

"Why you bitch," he complained. 

"Well, it's true," Rosemary shrugged. "I didn't come here of my own 
volition. You said that you wanted another sexual playmate besides me, and 
you know perfectly well that you couldn't find a better sexual partner." 

"Alright, honey," he said, "let's go visit your mom." 

"At this time of night?" she said coyly. 

"Yes," he replied, "at this time of night. I'm sick and tired of that old 
biddy butting her nose in our business. I can't even stick my cock into you 
without you telling me what your mom wants me to do about it. It's pretty 
damn sickening that we can't live our lives." 

"Mom just thinks you're a very dangerous character," she said; "and you 
really can't blame her. Remember the time you tried to poison me?" 

"Don't talk about that," he said angrily. 

"I think you two would like to be alone," Peggy said smoothly. 

Once they were outside the bedroom Peggy looked at her husband. 

"Oh, honey," she said, "I'm so sick of this." 

"So am I," he said. 

"Did you have a good time with her?" Peggy demanded. 

"I never had a worse time," he complained. 

"Well, then I'm not such a bad screw am I, honey?" she said earnestly. 

"You certainly aren't, baby doll," he said. "You have a fantastic piece of 
ass there and I've always said you were a tremendous piece of tail." 

"What a lovely thing for you to say about your wife," she said. "Most people 
say that about their mistress." 

"I can't afford a mistress," he chuckled. 

"Well, I'm glad you can't," she said, "because I love you." 

"Enough to quit working at that massage parlor," he asked quickly. 

She thought about it a long moment. 

"Honey," she said, "I haven't been happy working there and I don't care for 
these swap meets. Now, this thing here with the landlord coming in and 
photographing us and forcing us out. Using blackmail because of what we were 
doing." 

"I know," he nodded, "we are in a mess." 

"We are not only in a mess," she laughed, "we are a mess. Let's face it. 
We're both spoiled. We had each other and that's all we needed. If we would 
work toward showing each other more consideration, more kindness, maybe we 
wouldn't have to play around." 

"I couldn't agree with you more," he said. "When I fucked that frigid woman 
and heard, all the sickening crap she had to tell me about her mother, I 
realized what a gem I had in you." 

"Oh, that's so sweet of you to say that," Peggy sighed, as she wrapped her 
arms around her husband lovingly. 

"You'd better put your clothes on, dear," she said. "That bastard landlord 
might be back for more pictures. 

Then they kissed and made up, and nevermore did Peggy go back to the massage 
parlor. She had learned her lesson and was happy to be at home with her 
husband. Only, home meant a new apartment. 


THE END
