Family Ties
by Unknown


FOREWORD 

Her husband's answers came not in words, but in violent actions. He turned 
her over onto her stomach and pulled her head back by her hair. Her screams 
of pain and fear only made him pull harder. 

He took out his big, black belt and tightly tied her hands to the bedpost. 
Within moments, his wife's beautiful body was a quivering, helpless bound 
figure, totally helpless and at his mercy. He looked at her nude form and 
his eyes fixed on her beautiful big ass which was now bleeding freely from 
the effects of being dragged over the yard gravel pavement of their farm. 

He stared at the red liquid as it oozed from her cuts. He knew that this 
bound bitch would get what she deserved. 

What had started out as their dream house had become a seething house of 
passion and perversion. The Kilmer's, both parents and children would find 
new experiences. They would, before the end of the week end, find the 
pleasures of domination. They would find that they enjoyed watching their 
loved ones become slaves of their own desires. 

George Kilmer and his wife Susan would become like two gladiators savagely 
fighting tooth and nail to gain complete power over the other. Their love 
would boil to new heights as they each took turns on the other's helpless 
form. 

Their daughter Ellen, young and fully developed, would be lead by her father 
into a world from which there could be no escape. She would find that she 
craved more and more. She would become an addict to her desire. 


CHAPTER ONE 

The old wooden sign read, "KILMER'S FARM" and although George Kilmer earned 
his money working as a postman, it always made him feel better to think of 
himself as a farmer first and a government employee second. The farm itself 
consisted of several lush acres located in a beautiful section of Ohio. 

"God's country." George called it. 

It was his dream as a boy to grow up on a farm and so as soon as he could 
afford it, he moved his wife, son and daughter to his dream estate. 

Susan Kilmer always knew of her husband's secret wishes, although she had 
always felt that they would never be realized. When he had first come to her 
two years ago with his announcement that they would move to the farm, she 
thought that he was teasing her. Later, when she came to the realization 
that he had been quite serious, she faced the realities of the situation for 
the first time: her husband was uprooting the family and making them become 
farmers. Although the prospects of a life in overalls were not thrilling to 
her, she felt that she owed it to her husband to see it through with him. 

For Henry Kilmer, seventeen, the life on his parents farm presented a 
welcome relief from the big city pressures that he had to deal with in 
school and with his peers. He felt that the country, with its more relaxed 
pace, would allow him to relate better to the world around. Perhaps in time, 
he might even be able to relate towards women without becoming afraid. 

Ellen Kilmer, eighteen viewed her last two years as an unrewarding learning 
experience. The boys in her old school moved with a more assured grace that 
she found stimulating. The boys in her high school saw her as a real prize. 

An "Urban gift to rural existence." She was quite beautiful. She felt that 
her beauty often frightened most of these boys away. Her only boy friends 
were timid in their advances towards her and this only frustrated her 
condition to a greater degree. 

On this first day in April, how appropriate, April Fool's Day. Ellen would 
finally take James Wray in hand. If he was too shy for advances then she 
would teach him. She certainly was not shy about that. 

She rose from her attic bed and gazed, admiringly into her darkened mirror. 
"Not bad." she thought to herself. 

It was true. She had long, firm legs, a flat stomach, a small ass and large, 
full breasts whose nipples pointed upwards. Tonight, she hoped, she would 
take James by the hand and guide him between her legs. Teach him how to 
gently stroke her pussy and finally, how fuck his and her brains out. 

She stroked her long, blonde hair once again and went down to breakfast. As 
she walked down the wooden stairs she noticed her brother Henry seated at 
the kitchen table with a vacant expression on his face. 

"What's going on, Henry?" she asked as she sat herself beside her brother at 
the table. 

At first, Henry did not seem to hear his sister's voice but when she 
repeated her question with an accompanying yank of his arm he responded. 

"What?" he seemed to be caught off guard by his sister's action. 

"What's going on? You seem to be pretty shaken." 

"It's Dad, he and Mom went at it again. I'm surprised that you didn't hear 
it." he offered. 

"Well, I was upstairs. It's hard to hear anything when you're one flight 
up." she offered as an excuse. 

"Well he shook her up pretty badly this time. They went into the other room 
and I think he might have even hit her." 

"Are you kidding? Is she alright?" his sister asked. 

"I'm not sure. Dad just left after the fight and Mom hasn't come out of her 
room since!" said Henry. 

"I bet he didn't hit her." Ellen offered coldly. 

"How can you say that, El? Don't you see what's been going on here. Can't 
you tell how he's changed?" Henry said with a tear welling in his eyes. 

"Do me a favor, Henry. Don't get emotional about the whole thing. I hate 
when you do that. Besides, you're always taking mother's side in these 
things." 

"What do you mean by that?" Henry said, taken aback. 

"I mean just what I said. Whenever they fight you're always making our 
father out to be some kind of monster. If you ask me, our mother is no 
saint." Ellen said venomously. 

Henry stood up in his chair, his sadness now replaced by rage. 

"Ellen, how can you speak so coldly about your own mother?" 

"Give me a break, Henry. I'm late for school!" 

She rose from the table and reached for her coat which was lying on the 
living room sofa. 

"If you ever say anything like that again, I'll ... " 

"You'll what?" 

Henry paused for a moment and then sat back in his chair. "Nothing. Just 
leave me alone." he offered weakly. 

She laughed as she picked up her books and left the house. 

"So long, Brother." 

Henry didn't acknowledge his sister's retort. He carefully watched his 
parent's bedroom door, waiting for a sign that his mother was alright. He 
lost himself in visions and rode his fantasies in flight. 

His mother was so beautiful, so warm, so loving. What had happened to his 
father that could make him miss all the wonderful traits that his mother 
owned. Her beautiful curly, blonde hair, and infectious laugh that assured 
all those who experienced it. 

Suddenly, there was movement behind the door. Henry heard his mother's 
footsteps slowly nearing the door. He watched as the knob turned and the 
door moved back. His mother entered the room and he rose from his chair. 

"Are you O.K.?" he asked. "Did he hurt you?" 

"Huh?" 

"Are you alright, Mom? Did dad hurt you?" 

"No. I'm alright. We just had an argument, that's all." she said trying to 
reassure her son. 

"Are you sure?" Henry asked. 

His mother nodded. "Shouldn't you be at school by now? It's almost eight!" 

"I was just waiting to make sure that you were alright." 

"You are such a dear." she said as she hugged him warmly. "I don't know what 
I would do without you." 

She kissed him softly. 

"But you had better be off for school now. O.K.?" 

Henry nodded his head and turned to leave. 

"Maybe I'll cook you up a surprise for dinner." she offered. 

Henry smiled and left the house. He closed the door to their house and his 
thoughts raced to what his mother might make for him. She was so nice to 
him. Why did his father not see these things, these qualities in his mother 
that he did? 

George Kilmer's thoughts were really not on his wife at the moment. He was 
riding the morning bus to the post office to sort out another day's work. 

"Why did I ever get stuck in a job like this? I should work with the soil, 
like I always thought I would. What good is having a farm if most of the 
work gets done by that Spanish kid, Manuel. He shows up before school, gets 
to plant and grow things and then I have to pay him for it." George thought 
to himself as the bus brought him close to his job. "I wonder if I could 
make that farm really work? I wonder what I could do if I really put my mind 
to it and worked, full time at my farm. Maybe, just maybe I could stop 
working for awhile and just work the farm." George rose from the seat and 
approached the exit doors. 

When the bus came to a halt, George exited the conveyance and entered the 
corner phone booth. He reached for a dime and deposited it in the slot. 
Bravely he worked up his courage to dial the number. "555-4482" He placed 
his fingers on the appropriate numbers and he heard his supervisor answer 
the phone. 

"Hello." Frank Harrington answered. 

"Hi Frank, this is George Kilmer." 

"What's wrong George?" 

"Well I started out for work today, but I'm afraid that I won't be able to 
make it. I feel something coming on." 

"Yeah. Like your wife." he laughed crudely. 

"No. Nothing like that. I'm glad that you understand." 

"Sure. Just feel better." his boss said. 

"That Frank." George thought to himself, "A prick, but not such a bad guy." 

George crossed the street and waited for the next bus. It would take awhile, 
but he was going back home. 

Susan Kilmer pushed the hair out of her face. It was a hard morning to take. 
Not only stuck out in the sticks with a man she no longer loved but this 
time he almost brought himself to hit her. 

She heard some noises coming from the adjacent barn and looked out of the 
window. It was their helper, Manuel. He was a tall, well built young man. 
She watched as his muscular arms rippled as he lifted the heavy crates full 
of the corn that he had just picked. 

Susan entered her bedroom and stripped her nightgown from her body. She 
pulled on her tightest pair of blue jeans and admired the way that they fit. 
In her mirror she saw reflected her firm ass and the way that her pants 
showed her perfect contour. Their snugness showed her shapely hips and 
thighs, and revealed the slightest hint of the separation of her vaginal 
lips. She pulled on one of her husband's large sweatshirts and left the 
house barefoot. 

Manuel grunted as he lifted the heavy crates onto Mr. Kilmer's truck. After 
he had loaded several of these crates, he rested against the back of the 
barn. 

"Have to stop drinking all that beer after school." he thought to himself as 
he felt the sudden urge to relieve himself. 

He pulled down his zipper and reached for his cock. He pulled it out and 
began to piss. Just then, he heard Mrs. Kilmer's voice. 

"Is that what my husband and I pay you for?" she stated sternly. 

"Oh my God, Mrs. Kilmer!" Manuel struggled to regain his composure but his 
leaking cock prevented him from doing so. He tried to get it into his pants 
but he only succeeded in wetting his pants. 

"Manuel, aren't you a little too old for that." Mrs. Kilmer couldn't resist 
saying. 

"Mrs. Kilmer, please forgive me. If I knew that you were standing there I 
never would have done such a thing." he apologized. 

"It's alright, Manuel. Don't let it bother you." she said in a tone that 
made him feel less embarrassed. 

"I'm glad that you understand, Mrs. Kilmer." he exclaimed. "I would hate for 
you to tell Mr. Kilmer about this." 

"Don't worry. I know that he can appear to be a brute sometimes but don't 
let him worry you. His bark is worse than his bite. So there is no need for 
you to worry." 

"You might, find this funny but for some reason I always thought that he was 
a mean man." 

"Well, let's just put it this way," she said as she drew closer to him. 
"he's never killed anyone yet." she said with a hint of satire in her voice. 
"But then again I don't know everything about him," she teased. 

"How reassuring!" Manuel said with a trace of laughter. 

"Come with me, Manuel." 

She lead him into the barn and he eagerly followed her. When they were both 
in the barn she turned to him and looked at him in a most disarming way. 

He saw her face and the look in her eyes. It made his hot young blood boil. 
He could feel his blood pulsing faster through his veins and he could feel 
the effect that she was having on his throbbing member. 

She sensed the effect that she was having on him and she drew near to him. 
She stood close enough to him to allow her tits to playfully touch against 
his muscular chest. She could feel his heart beat faster against even the 
thick shirt that she was wearing. He drew his breath in sharply as she 
gently touched his cock. Even through his pants she could feel it jump 
excitedly. 

His strong arms pulled her to him. Her breasts squeezed against his chest as 
she melted into him. Their lips met in a heated, passionate kiss. His tongue 
parted her lips and their hot tongues touched. He flicked his tongue into 
her mouth and she met him hungrily. She almost swallowed his tongue in her 
mouth as she gently worked his cock in her hands. 

Slowly, she went to the button that was fastening his pants and she undid 
it. He gasped for air as she slowly, but with great pressure, pulled down 
his zipper allowing his massive cock to spring from its denim prison. 

It stood erect as she rubbed it against the top of her pants leg. He began 
to rub her nipples through her shirt. His pulse quickened as he felt their 
fullness for the first time. He felt the grape like points of her breasts 
and felt the hardness of her nipples become erect as he firmly massaged 
them. He squeezed their points and Susan let out a sharp moan. He slowly 
raised up her blouse to reveal her breasts. They were full and rich with 
large, pink nipples which were pointing directly at him; inviting him to 
savor there taste. 

His mouth engulfed them and he felt her entire body quiver in delight. He 
moved his tongue over her nipple and drove her breath from her throat. He 
gently bit her erect pink flesh and he felt her grip on his cock tighten. 
Again he bit her enflamed flesh and again he received the same sensation. 

He drew her to the floor of the barn and pulled her atop him. Her full, 
thick hair completely covered his face. He drew his breath in and enjoyed 
the odor of her hair in his nose. The smell of her hair only served to spur 
him on. She sat up for a moment and pulled off her shirt. The sight of her 
huge tits hovering above him made his cock quiver. She stood above him and 
he pulled her pants off. The tight fit of the pants made this difficult at 
first and it heated their need to remove them. 

She dropped to the floor as Manuel finally succeeded in removing his pants. 
Quickly, he stripped his shirt and removed his pants. He looked down at her 
beautiful pink snatch and was driven further on. 

Instantly, he was atop her. He wildly kissed her lips, neck and shoulders. 
Gradually, he made his way down to her prize. He paused at her chest and 
playfully fingered them to the rapturous delight of his partner. 

He heard her rate of breathing increase as he licked her area of flesh 
around her belly button. He teased her with his tongue as he played with her 
firm stomach, finally, when he couldn't take it anymore, he lowered himself 
on her snatch. The smell of her perfumed pussy heightened his senses. He 
basked in the wondrous odor of their love making. 

His fingers separated her lips and he delighted in his view. Gently, his 
moved his tongue to her raised clit. Involuntarily, her hips quivered in 
response to his gentle licking. 

Her reaction to his actions encouraged him on. He couldn't really believe 
that such an incredibly beautiful women as this was actually doing this with 
him. Not stopping to pinch himself, he increased the tempo of his tongue 
against her clit. Faster and faster he flicked his snake like tongue on her 
clit. He heard her moan in time to his movements and then he felt her arms 
reaching for him. 

She turned his body into position. She could see his massive penis dancing 
in the air. Driven by the sensations that she felt in her cunt, she 
swallowed his entire shaft instantly. Like a well oiled piston, she moved 
her lips savagely upon his cock. Up and down, up and down she used her lips 
like an enraged vacuum. 

She sucked his cock in perfect time to the rhythm of his tongue in her cunt. 
She licked his shaft and worked her way down to his massive hairy balls. He 
whimpered, as she placed his two enormous mounds of flesh into her mouth. 
She rolled them around in her mouth and drove him to a frenzied pace. 

"Fuck me, Manuel. Fuck me, hard!" she cried. 

Manuel nearly screamed in delight when he heard her cry. He positioned 
himself into position above her and guided his hot erect prick into her 
awaiting tunnel of love. The warmth and wetness of her cunt almost made him 
come immediately but he controlled his fucking to last as long as it would 
be possible. 

Her pelvis flowed with silkened fluidity to the rhythm of his hips. Faster 
and harder, they moved together like two graceful dancing partners. Her 
perspiration built and a bead of sweat found its way into her open mouth. 
The salty taste in her aroused condition, worked like a mysterious love 
potion. The new flavor in her mouth drove her to a heightened condition of 
response. 

The tempo of their love making increased in response to her frenzied 
condition. Manuel could control himself no more. He felt a huge eruption 
rush from the head of his cock. The ever widening sense of pleasure that he 
felt mount. He let out a scream as his come shot into her hungry pussy. The 
fever of his humping increased as his cock shot hot sperm into her. 

His muscular frame tightened with each of his ejaculations. Susan felt the 
rush of his hot flow in her cunt and the sensations sent a delicious ripple 
of excitement through her every pore. In response to his cock the muscles of 
her vagina contracted upon his erupting member. Suddenly, she felt a sharp 
pain in her pussy as she felt her own orgasm starting. Slowly at first, and 
then in incredible waves of pleasure she felt her cunt surrendering to her 
sensations. She felt as if she would black out from the monumental reaction 
she was experiencing. With a rude awakening she felt her lover's body being 
torn from her. Suddenly, she heard the voice of her husband's vile words 
strike her like a knife. She opened her eyes in terror as she witnessed 
George smash Manuel against the wall of the barn. She saw his fist wickedly 
strike against his victim's face and Manuel's eyes close against the force 
of the blow. 

Manuel raised his arms to protect himself, but in his weakened condition he 
could only feign a defense. In quick succession, George landed three blows 
upon his face. The first blow drew blood from his nose and the second sent 
him reeling to the floor of the barn. 

Manuel managed to open one of his eyes long enough to see George's foot 
shooting for his ribs. His boot found its mark and left Manuel gasping for 
air. 

"Please, don't hit me anymore. Please!" he pleaded. 

"George, you'll kill him." Susan screamed. 

George answered their prayers with another kick against his foe's ribs. The 
sharp intake of air that Susan heard, informed her that the blow had reached 
its mark. Again and again George's boot found its target. 

"George, don't kick him ... kick me. I made him fuck me." Susan cried. 

"You what!" 

"I wanted him to fuck me!" 

"You fucking bitch!" he screamed as he landed a final blow to his hired 
hand's body. 

"I should cut his cock off, but I have a better way to teach you!" he 
exclaimed. 

George grabbed his wife and dragged her through the open barn door. Susan 
cried as she felt a thousand rough stones splinter in her ass. Her pain 
increased as he pulled her faster over the hard gravel. 

"George, what are you going to do? You're hurting me." 

"Hurting you, I should kill you!" the words spat from his lips like liquid 
fire. 

George dragged his wife over the rough terrain leading to their house, 
seething with anger over the sight of seeing his wife riding another man's 
cock. He ignored her pleas, and thought only of his revenge. 

"George, please stop." Susan cried. 

"You fucking bitch," he yelled. "I should kill you for what you did to me!" 

George savagely dragged his wife's nude flesh up the stairs of their house. 
Not caring about the slivers of wood that would find their way into his 
wife's helpless hemisphere's of flesh, George violently dragged her through 
the house and into their bedroom. He lifted her helpless form and threw her 
down on the bed. 

Susan whimpered as she saw the rage that was brewing in her husband's eyes. 
She could see him rage with anger as he pulled off the belt from his pants. 

"George, what are you going to do?" she begged. The fear really beginning to 
well in her stomach, sweat beginning to pour from her. 

Her husband's answer came not in words but in violent actions. He turned his 
wife over onto her stomach and pulled her head back by her hair. Her screams 
only served to make him pull her harder. He took his big, black Garrison 
belt and tightly tied her hands to the bedpost. Within moments, his wife was 
a quivering, helplessly bound figure, bound to their bed. George looked at 
her nude form and his eyes fixed on her beautiful ass, which was now 
bleeding rapidly from the effects of being dragged over the gravel pavement 
of their farm. He stared momentarily at the blood as it oozed from their 
cuts, for a second, he felt remorse at his actions. Then, his glaring eyes 
thought of the picture of his wife's erotic ride and he knew just what she 
deserved. 

He pulled off his trousers and pressed his sweating cock against his wife's 
bloodied ass. 

"No George, please not that." 

Her cries fell on deaf ears as she felt George's cock forming into a massive 
erection. He savagely rubbed it against the mounds of her buttocks. He 
spread the mounds of her ass and forced his member into her tight hole. 
Susan cried in pain as she pulled the muscles of her ass in an attempt to 
stop his forced entry into her hole. The contraction of her muscles made 
George's job of buggering more difficult, but he found that the more she 
struggled, the more he enjoyed ramming his rock hard meat home. 

"Fight me bitch," he laughed as a drop of saliva dripped from his mouth. 
"Fight me. It only makes it more fun for me, the more you struggle, baby, 
the more I like it. 

Susan realized that in her bound, helpless condition she could do little to 
defend herself against her husband's violent entry. She concentrated upon 
loosening the muscles of her rectum. If she could not fight back against 
him, perhaps she could at least lessen the pain that he was inflicting upon 
her. 

The searing sensations that she felt from her husband's rod violating her 
rear decreased as she allowed him a direct access into her hole. George, 
sensing that she had surrendered to his will, increased the tempo and 
severity of his fucking. 

"If you think that you can make it easy on yourself by giving in to me, 
never, I'm going to ream your ass like it was never reamed before!" 

The violent tone of her husband's mocking tone sent shivers down Susan's 
spine. At last she knew that her husband's game was not only to inflict 
pain, but to fuck her into submission. 

George's hot prick shuttled in and out of her ass like a compression drill 
into stone. Her soft flesh slapped against his stomach as the savageness of 
his attack increased. He heard his wife whimper with the pain that his 
fucking was giving her. 

"George, you are going to split me in half with your cock. Please stop!" 

George answered her by forcing her face into the pillow. Susan knew that she 
would have to remain calm and endure whatever tortures her husband would 
devise if she were to survive his brutal attack. She tried to relax, to let 
her body go limp. 

As he increased the tempo of his attack, George reached across his wife's 
back and formed a tight fist on his wife's breast. Tightly, he squeezed 
until he heard Susan cry out in pain. He nearly crushed the pink buds of her 
nipples, as her continued to ram his erect dick into her helpless ass. 

The sensations that Susan was experiencing were a curious mixture of 
tremendous pain and surprising pleasure. Maybe it was the dangerous 
overtones in her husband's voice that she found strangely appealing, but 
suddenly she began to give in to her violator's pulsing drives. She knew 
that this was exactly what her attacker wanted but suddenly, she could not 
control herself. 

As George felt his wife's ass tilt upwards to make his drilling her hole 
easier, he knew that he was making her totally submit to his will. She began 
to flow with the movement of his prick in her hole. George couldn't help but 
feel stronger as she yielded to his thick stemmed cock. 

"That's right, bitch, love it!" he cried. 

He reamed her asshole faster and harder and more viciously than before. When 
he felt a massive eruption about to explode in his cock he pulled it from 
her ass. Susan's body instantly slumped onto the bed as she felt him pull 
his rod from her hole. 

George brought his cock to his wife's face and pulled back her hair. He 
drove his hot crap filled cock into her mouth. He made her take him whole as 
he smeared it into her face. 

The taste of his cock almost made Susan vomit, disgusting but she had no 
choice but to submit to even this most vile outrage. He began to fuck her 
mouth with the same intensity that he had shafted her ass. 

In and out of her mouth he made his wife suck his cock. He drove it home and 
she had no recourse but to take it into her mouth until she felt that she 
would choke. 

From the salty taste that Susan received from his cockhead, she knew that 
she was about to experience her final act of submission. His cock exploded 
into her mouth as it had done so many times in the past, only this time it 
was different. This time it was not by her own desire, this time it was by 
brutal, unrelenting assault. 

His jism filled her throat in a forceful spray of come. His juices coated 
every pore of her cave. Susan had to swallow it or be drowned with his next 
explosion. She quickly gulped his sperm down her throat. Much to her 
surprise she loved the taste. She hated to give in this way, but his taste 
had always pleased her so much. 

George gasped softly as his cock shot another load into his wife's eager 
mouth. He felt his power over her and he basked in the knowledge that he was 
giving her an ultimate lesson in obedience. His come sprang from his cock 
again and George's spine arched to this most sensual sensation. 

Susan swallowed hard as her mind filled with what was happening to her. She 
lost herself in a wild replay of her actions this fateful morning, fighting 
with George, fucking Manuel's delicious dong and now she was being forced to 
submit to the will of the man that she had cheated on. His come shot into 
her cave and injected her tongue with that taste that she found herself 
addicted to. She loved the taste and never could get enough of it to satisfy 
her. Especially George's come. 

George slid his cock from her mouth and pointed his huge prick at his wife's 
beaten face. His cock sprayed his white, hot come all over her face. Into 
her eyes, hair and mouth the jism coated her entire visage. George was now 
satisfied that he had achieved the revenge that he so richly deserved. He 
rose from the bed and looked at his unfaithful mate. Her hands were tightly 
secured to the bed, her face was coated in come, her nipples were purple 
from the force of his enclosed fists and her bleeding rear dripped the last 
drop of jism from her asshole. She got what she wanted. He was satisfied. 

George pulled on his trousers and silently exited the room. He left his wife 
as he had just seen her. 

"George," whimpered Susan. "You're not going to leave me this way, are you?" 

The sound of the front door slamming shut gave her the answer that she 
dreaded most. 

 CHAPTER TWO 

Ellen Kilmer eagerly awaited the ringing of the dismissal bell. Most days 
she found her school subjects to be mildly entertaining but today she had 
made other plans. This being she would meet James Wray after her last class 
and she had very special plans for the two of them. Her mind drifted off to 
the fantasies that she had calculated for the two of them. She wasn't sure 
that James had ever been with a women before, but if he was a novice (she 
never called a boy anything but a novice, that was her favorite word for 
unskilled boys. She would not call him a virgin, because surely, he had been 
jerking off for years) then he really would be eligible for his Master of 
Semenship by the time she got through with him. 

"Ring." the bell sounded. 

"Freedom, at last!" Ellen thought. 

She raced from the room before her teacher could even wish her a happy 
weekend. Ellen raced to the Boys Gym where she always met James. 

Ellen smiled as she saw her most faithful boy friend waiting for her in his 
usual position: lying on the floor with his legs crossed. She walked over to 
him and kicked him in the ankle. 

"Get up, lazy bones." she teased. 

"Hey! What's the big idea?" he responded to her painful greeting. 

"Did my big, strong football player get hurt by his little girl friend? Did 
I hurt you, you poor baby. I'm so sorry, I'll never do it again," she 
teased. 

Embarrassed, James replied, "Well, I was just surprised ... that's all. You 
couldn't hurt me, honey." 

Remarks like that made Ellen question why she chose James for her little 
adventure in erotic entanglements. She looked at him through her deep blue 
eyes. He was nice looking in a rural sort of way. He had huge, massive 
shoulders and his arms rippled with the muscles that he developed while 
playing football for their high school team. His eyes were brown and he had 
a thick, full head of short brown hair. 

James Wray was innocent and he really only meant the best things for him and 
Ellen, but he was different from the type of boy that Ellen had always known 
in the city. Those boys knew how to strip her of her clothes and her objects 
with the experienced wave of their hands. Of course, it helped that their 
hands were usually waving at her crotch. 

In her own way, she was certain that she cared for him very much. She found 
it hard not to, perhaps because of his innocent trust. 

She looked at him differently now than in her accustomed manner. It was her 
habit with him not to suggest the merest inkling of sensuality because she 
was frightened of scaring him off. Today, today would be different. She had 
planned out every last move of her seduction. She lead him through the 
corridors of the school and out onto the campus. 

"So where do you want to go today, killer?" he playfully asked. 

"James," she stopped walking, "Do you trust me?" 

Considering that he would have trusted her with his life savings of three 
thousand dollars, his answer was mild. 

"Sure, killer. I trust you." 

"Then let me be the leader today. That's right, let's play follow the 
leader. O.K.?" 

"Remember, I'm the leader, don't forget." 

He nodded his head in the affirmative. 

"Great!" she smiled as she gave him a slight pinch on his leg. 

She lead him through the campus of the school and for several blocks beyond. 
Often he interrupted their journey to question their destination. Each time 
his question was met with the same answer from Ellen. 

"If I'm the leader, then let me lead." 

Each time she finished her sentence with either a warm smile or a playful 
pinch of his arm. They stopped for a short rest stop at their favorite pizza 
parlor where they were met by a group of his football playing friends. James 
excused himself to speak with them. 

"Hey Jim," the fat one said. "Do you think that you'll ever get into her 
pants?" 

"Ellen's not that kind of girl, Jumbo." he offered in return to his large 
friend's teasing. 

"All girls are that kind of girl, Jim. It just depends upon who they're 
with." Jumbo laughed. 

His other friends joined in his laughter and James was beginning to feel a 
blush forming on his face. 

"Come on, innocent, the way that your face is beeting up, we'd think that 
you never fucked a girl before," another one of his mocking friends 
retorted. 

"Come on, guys. It's just that she's a really nice girl and I don't want to 
take the chance of blowing it with her." 

"Blowing it with her," Jumbo offered smugly, "You can't even get her to fuck 
you, how do you expect her to blow you." 

"That crack could cost you, Jumbo." James warned. 

"Crack. What crack, certainly not the beautiful crack in Ellen's asshole." 
Jumbo spat at his friend. 

James' anger had reached the boiling point and he lunged for his friend's 
face with his hand clenched in a fist. Jumbo's face found a perfect target 
for his blow as the fist smashed his nose. The other boys stepped between 
their two friends before their battle got out of hand. 

James screamed at them, "If any of you ever talk about Ellen like that, I'll 
kill you!" 

Ellen saw what was happening although she didn't know that she was the cause 
of the ensuing melee. She raced towards the fighting forms of her school 
friends and question the cause of their disturbance. 

"James, what's going on here? What did you hit Jumbo for? He's your best 
friend!" 

The boys separated and James saw that Ellen had gotten caught up in the 
action. He calmed down so that he could try to explain to Ellen. He didn't 
want to hurt her feelings because he was sure that Ellen had never heard 
those types of words before. 

"It's nothing, Ellen. Jumbo and I just got into one of our usual Friday 
afternoon fights." He looked towards Jumbo, still with anger in him, but 
then he saw his friend's face and bleeding nose and it hit him what he had 
done to his friend. 

"Are you O.K.?" he asked. 

"Yeah." he said, holding his nose, "don't worry about it. I'm sorry for what 
I said." 

The two friends smiled and shook hands. Ellen took James' hand and the two 
of them left the pizza parlor. 

After they had gotten three blocks, Ellen stated what was on her mind. 

"James, did what happened in there have anything to do with me." she asked. 

"No, killer." he denied. 

"James are you sure that you're not lying to me. After all, you big, strong 
football players must talk about all of your conquests." she teased him 
slightly, hoping to elicit a response. 

"I'm not lying. I promise you that we were not talking about my conquests." 

"Alright James, but I just want to let you know that you can count on me to 
back you up if they ever get you to say anything that you wouldn't normally 
say." she said sincerely. 

"What kind of things would I have to say about you?" he asked. 

"Well, I do know what you boys talk about. Sometimes you can be teased 
pretty badly by your friends, especially since you have been such a 
gentlemen with me." she smiled at him, warmly. 

He thought just how beautiful she was as James looked at her, "I'm only 
treating you like any proper beau would." he said proudly. 

"I know that James, and believe me, I appreciate it ... but ... I like you 
so much that sometimes I just don't know what to do about it." 

A broad smile was witnessed upon his face. "Really?" 

She nodded her head. 

"Wow!" he exclaimed. "What do you know about that?" 

"James, remember when you said that we could play that game?" 

"What game?" 

"Follow the leader." she answered. 

"Yes." a friendly smile appearing on his face. 

"Well, I would like you to follow me in a different variation on the game." 
she said. 

"What do you mean?" James asked. 

She embraced him and spoke softly into his ear. 

"James do you like me?" 

"Yes, a lot." 

"Do you want me?" 

He broke their embrace. "What are you talking about?" 

"I said, do you want me?" she said raising her voice ever so slightly. 

James turned away from her. 

Ellen walked over to face him. Their eyes met and she smile at him and asked 
him again, "Do you want me?" 

"Yes." the words leaked out softly. 

"And I want you." 

"Really?" 

She smiled at him and nodded her head. 

"I just can't believe it. This is like a dream come true!" he said happily. 

"Yes it is, only ... when do you want to do something about it?" she asked. 

"What do you mean?" 

"Well, if two people want each other then they usually do something about 
it." 

"What?" he asked. 

"Well, there are many things that they can do, but let me show you." 

He just stood there staring. 

"They fuck." she said while looking him straight in the eye. 

James felt his heart pounding loudly. He wondered if Ellen could hear it 
too. "Ellen I think that you should know something about me." 

Her eyes shifted towards his, "Yes, baby, what is it?" 

"I never did anything like that before." he said almost choking on the 
words. 

"That's alright. I can show you." she sweetly offered. 

"You mean, you have done it before?" he asked 

"Yes." she said with a smile forming on her face. 

"Then the guys were right." he said shyly. 

"I thought that you said that you boys weren't talking about me. In fact, 
you promised." 

"I didn't lie. I promised you that we really weren't talking about my 
conquests." he smiled at his unintentional joke. 

She began to laugh from the embarrassment that she knew he was going 
through. 

"Don't laugh at me." he stated sadly. 

"I'm not laughing," she drew close to him. "Besides which, you still haven't 
answered my question." 

"Which one? You have asked so many?" 

"Do you want to fuck?" 

"I don't know how?" he sadly suggested. 

"Let's not worry about that. Remember, we're play follow the leader." she 
smiled at him hoping to receive a promising response. 

She received the exact response that she had hoped for, he smiled back at 
her. "But where can we do it? I don't know anyplace that we could be alone." 

"Don't worry about that," she said, "I have just the right place picked 
out." 

"But won't anyone see us? I would hate to get caught." 

Ellen pictured for a moment what that would look like. At least his friends 
would respect him for it. "Yes. That would be terrible." she said mostly for 
his benefit. 

"Do you know of any place that would be safe?" he asked. 

"Don't worry about it, remember, I'm the leader." she said as she took him 
by the hand and lead him to her friend, Gloria's house. 

The two walked at a brisk pace towards a destination that only one had 
experienced before. Ellen noticed that James was braving his fate admirably, 
except for his increasingly wet palms. She clasped his hand firmly as she 
placed the key that she had borrowed from her friend firmly in the lock of 
the door. She pushed the door opened and they entered her friend's house. 

James didn't have to look very hard to find the bed. It was staring him 
right in the face. It seemed as though Ellen's friend wasn't much for 
interior decorating because the only major piece of furniture in the entire 
one room apartment, was her huge water bed. James noticed that every other 
piece was supporting the position of the bed. The small television faced it, 
the small reading lamp was placed beside the head for the bed. James knew he 
would be nervous and he would be very happy not to spring a leak in the bed 
and drown the two of them. 

Ellen removed her coat and motioned for James to do the same with his. Then 
she dropped her books and her coat on the floor and James followed in suit. 
She took him by the hand and lead him to what James was hoping would not be 
his arena of death. 

"Come and sit beside me, James." she beckoned softly. 

"Your friend has a nice place hear, Killer. She really did a great job with 
it." he said as he sheepishly sat beside her on the water bed. 

"I really love the way that she furnished the place." Ellen stated, alluding 
to the obvious. 

"Yeah. I know what you mean." responded James thinking that she was making a 
joke. 

"Listen James, don't be nervous. Follow the leader, remember?" 

"Yeah." he said trying to sound calm. 

Ellen took his hand and placed it on her breast. She noticed that a lump was 
already forming in the pants of her soon to be lover. She gently lead his 
hand in small circles around her nipple. She took his other hand and did the 
same with that. 

"Do you like the way it feels?" she asked breathlessly. 

"Oh! It's great." he said not being able to control his emotions. "Oh, baby 
I never felt as good as I do right now." 

"Would you like to see them?" she asked. James thought that his heart would 
pound through his shirt as he feverishly nodded his head and awaited their 
unveiling. 

Ellen removed his hands from her chest and opened the top button of her 
blouse. She glanced down at the ever increasing bulge that was protruding 
from under James' pants. With each button that she opened his bulge grew 
larger. Ellen thought to herself that she had judged James all wrong. 

She opened her blouse to reveal her massive tits to her partner. James 
looked as if he might perish with excitement as his eyes popped out of their 
sockets at the first sight of the two perfect nodules of flesh that pointed 
at him. 

"Do you like them?" she asked, even though she could tell by the reaction in 
his pants that the answer was affirmative. 

"They're the most beautiful things that I have ever seen in my life." he 
answered happily. 

"Would you like to lick them?" 

"Please, yes." 

"Then go ahead. But remember you have to ask first." she warned, teasing him 
about the other game that they were supposed to be playing. 

James lowered his mouth on her right tit and it disappeared into his mouth. 
He had never tasted anything like this in his life. It was so soft and yet 
the point of her nipple was getting so hard. The difference in texture was 
send wild chills right down his spine. 

Ellen loved the sensation that her novice lover was creating with his teeth. 
She felt painful little sensations going through to her cunt as he bit her, 
accidentally with his teeth. It felt so good she thought she might faint. 

"Maybe it wasn't so bad to break in a beginner," she thought to herself. 

He began to suck her massive tit hard as a boy might do with his first ice 
cream cone. He tries to get all of it in his mouth but he found that either 
one of her breasts were too big for him to do that. 

"Let's take our clothes off." Ellen suggested. 

She stood away from the bed, watching his reaction as she finished removing 
her blouse. Her tits stood erect with pink pointed nipples shining slightly 
as his saliva picked up the sunlight that entered the room. She kicked off 
her high heeled shoes as a preview to the main event. One of her shoes 
landed on the bed and by the time that James and brushed it away and turned 
to face her, she had already begun to open her tight blue jeans. 

James watched as Ellen slowly tugged her zipper down. James could see the 
slightest hint of her blonde pubic hair above her panties and he anxiously 
awaited what would be shown next. 

James did not have to wait long as Ellen pulled off her pants and stood 
before him clad in only her white lace panties. He examined the near nude 
form before him. She had the most beautiful legs that he ever imagined could 
exist. They were long and appeared to be very strong from her cheer-leading 
practice. The curves above her hips formed the classic hourglass figure. Her 
ribs slightly peered at him from below her beautifully formed breast with 
their perfectly shaped oval nipples. Her body was like a dream come true. 

Ellen reached down and slowly, enticingly removed her panties. James saw her 
tight little blonde curls and what lie immediately below them. It was a deep 
red and just at the top there appeared to be a freckled beauty mark. From 
the beautiful way that her vagina was constructed, James thought that her 
beauty mark was in the perfect place. 

Ellen looked passionately at James and told him that it is his turn to 
undress. In spite of the naked goddess that appeared before him, James was 
still reluctant to do so. He had never seen a women before, but he had never 
been seen by a women before either. 

Ellen drew towards him and James took a long, deep breath. She raised him up 
by her hands and lifted his shirt off his back. She had seen his muscular 
torso when they had been swimming together, but she had never remembered 
seeing him so strongly built. Ellen unfastened his fly and pulled his zipper 
downward. The hard mass of his erect meat, made this task difficult and 
Ellen caught one of James' pubic hairs in the fly. 

He gave out a small shout and wished that he hadn't. Ellen gave him a 
reassuring wink and freed his pubic hair from their trap. Once that was 
accomplished, she continued to free his big cock from their restrainer. His 
jockey shorts bulged as Ellen finally succeeded in removing his pants. She 
was enjoying the feel of power that she had from making him as excited as he 
was. 

James kicked off his sneakers as Ellen pulled off his socks. James looked at 
her and hoped that she would be pleased as she tugged off his shorts to 
reveal his massive cock which, free from its encasement, stood immediately 
at attention. 

Ellen watched his rock hard meat and the tight mass of dark curls that 
surrounded it. With the huge balls that accompanied his long tusk, Ellen 
happily compared the way James was hung to an elephant and his tusk. 

James gasped for air as Ellen touched his cock for the first time. He felt 
almost ticklish as he experienced this new sensation. He nearly cried out 
when Ellen gently started to jerk his thick stem in a smooth up and down 
motion. It felt so good that he thought he would come, but Ellen had been 
grasping his cook in such a way that it prevented him from doing so. She lay 
him down on the bed and took his prick into her mouth. She flicked her 
tongue at the tip of his prick and she sensed that he was about to burst. 
Firmly, she grasped his meat at the base and prevented him from coming too 
soon for her purposes. 

James had been wanting to taste Ellen's pussy juices and as if she could 
read his mind, she positioned herself on the water bed so that he could get 
a better chance to taste her honey pot. He separated her hairy petals and 
saw glistening quim. He placed his lips to her cunt and wondered why his 
friends had made so many fish jokes. This taste was ambrosia to his tongue 
and taste buds as he savored this joyous juice that was dripping from her 
honeyed pussy. 

Ellen was enjoying the wave of sensations that were shooting through her 
spine. 

Her rural lover was really sucking and licking her cunt with a fever that 
could only come from a tongue that had hungered for so long. Her juices were 
flowing rapidly as she strided his yearning passion. The hot hole of her 
orifice snatched his throbbing stem of his manhood and guided it to its 
mutually beneficial destination. 

James had never felt anything like this in his entire life. The warm mouth 
of her cunt gripped and secured his writhing member as if it had a mind of 
its own. As his hips shuttled his rock in and out of her cunt, her cunt 
massaged him entirely. 

Ellen was losing herself in the glorious waves of sensations that she was 
experiencing. His hard prick drove in again and again sinking deeply into 
her slick cunt. Ellen altered her rhythm and matched the tempo of his 
thrusts. She drew her sizzling sheath tightly around his cock. She was 
squeezing and pumping the hard meat and James' breath gasped sharply. She 
arched her back and the erect nipples of her breasts rubbed against his 
muscular chest. 

James lowered his lips to hers. His kiss was met with her hot, responsive 
tongue. James closed his eyes to experience the full realm of the sensuous 
reality that he was sharing with his blonde mating mechanic. He saw stars 
and bright shooting flames as the tempo of his drilling quickened. 

Ellen pulled her legs higher, permitting James awkward thrusting an easier 
access. His rock hard rod penetrated so deeply that his swollen balls 
pressed tightly against her asshole on his inward plunges. She met his hips 
perfectly with her pelvis. Their meeting caused a curious "clapping" sound 
which served to applaud their smoldering efforts. 

"A real animal. My friends were right!" James thought to himself as he felt 
a curious on-rushing of power surging as he continued to fuck her wondrous 
female form. He felt Ellen's sharp nails digging into his huge shoulders as 
their delicious destination was nearing by the racing of their organs. 

Ellen's words had disintegrated into moans and whimpers as her lips drew 
tightly against her pearly white teeth. She grimaces in near agony as she 
felt the first glaring pin pricks of her orgasm forming. She was in another 
world as she knew that this was going to be some orgasm. The first wave of 
her coming swept away all of her negative thoughts of country life. 

"If this is the country, then I'm the cunt!" her last thoughts echoed 
through her brain as she began to drown in the tingles that had magnified to 
sharp, searing pain. 

James felt his balls swelling with come as his hot erection shot steaming 
semen into her pulsating pussy. His loins burst like an undyked dam as hot 
jets of jism poured from his prick, spattering deeply into her cunt. 

Their hips whipped wildly, smashing hot flesh into hot flesh as their cries 
and moans met in perfect harmony, providing the perfect sensuous soundtrack 
to their joint climax. 

As the waves and manmade tides of the water bed waned, the two young lovers 
looked at one another through hazy eyes and smiled warmly. Ellen had led 
James to the completion of their game. 

 CHAPTER THREE 

Henry Kilmer walked through the corridors of his school unaware of the 
advancing figure. She timed her steps as perfectly as she could because Judy 
Locke was a determined general. For the past three months this thin red 
stressed girl of seventeen had intended to "accidentally" rendezvous with 
her shy, intended victim. Today, she would be sure that she did not miss. 
This time she would make certain that she was able to break through his 
defenses. She had armed herself with all the necessary equipment. Her high 
stiletto heeled shoes pointed out of her clinging, tight jeans. Her halter 
top revealed every ripple of her taut, flat tummy. Her small, firm breasts 
peered their cleavage from the top of their tight harness. Her straight, 
dark hair was pulled atop her head, which shown off her magnificent blue 
eyes. 

Her supple rear swayed rhythmically as she bounced toward her meeting. Her 
movement was timed just right and her right elbow met his left hip perfectly 
and her books sprayed about the hallway. 

The shock of their impact woke Henry from his daydream. 

"Oh!" he exclaimed as he bent to retrieve her fallen text books. "I can't 
believe that I was so clumsy. I didn't even see you coming. I hope that 
you're alright. I didn't mean to hurt you. Please accept my apology." his 
words leapt from his mouth in a rapid fire delivery. 

Judy just shook her head, relieving Henry immediately from the burden of 
guilt that he was feeling. 

"No, I'm alright. I hate to sound like your mother, but you really should 
watch where you're going." Judy felt a slight pang of remorse as those words 
dripped from her red lips, but like the talented huntress she was, she 
continued to ensnare her prey. 

"Aren't you Henry Kilmer?" she asked, quite aware of the answer to her 
question. 

"Yes, I'm Henry Kilmer." he answered, curious to where this girl had learned 
his name. 

"I thought so." she stated as she joined Henry in the task of gathering up 
her fallen books. "I think that we're in two classes together this term." 
she delivered flawlessly, noting that the weeks of practice in front of her 
bedroom mirror had allow herself to hone her speeches. 

"Really? I must confess that I haven't noticed you." 

Judy thought that she had made a mistake in her selection of a man. 

"But I really should have noticed someone that looked as beautiful as you 
do." Henry complimented. 

"Why thank you, kind sir." she smiled as they stood with her fallen books 
now gathered in her hands. She hadn't selected him poorly, after all. She 
was pleased with the way she was handling the situation. 

"Well, maybe we'll bump into one another again sometime." Henry offered as 
he turned to leave. 

Judy sensed her prey was escaping. 

"Are you through for the day?" she asked secure in his answer. 

"Yes. I was just about to go home." 

"If you don't have any plans to meet someone or anything, I'll walk part of 
the way with you." she said as her free arm wrapped around his. 

Henry was taken aback by the boldness of her advances, but he felt that this 
girl offered him no threat. They exited the school with Judy's arms firmly 
secured to his. They talked about school and she remarked that he was the 
only boy that she had ever met that had enjoyed it. He explained that the 
pace of schooling was much different here than in the bigger cities and that 
he welcomed the opportunity to learn something and have time for information 
to sink in, rather than rushing to the next item on the teacher's calendar. 

Judy thought to herself that she had finally met a boy that even her mother 
would like. Polite, studious, shy, just what her mother thought that she 
needed. A boy that she could one day mold into the perfect husband, just 
what her mother had done with her father. 

Henry found that they had walked almost all the way back to his house when 
he noticed how far they had come. 

"Hey! Where do you live? I've lead you back to my house. I hope that you 
haven't been led out of your way." 

"You're leading me just where I want to go," she wanted to say. Instead, she 
offered, "No, I don't live very far from here. I'm really surprised that we 
haven't run into one another before today." they both laughed as the words, 
"run into," came from her mouth. 

"Yeah. Well, I had better be off now. Maybe we'll see each other on the way 
to school." Henry stated as he was too insecure to advance any other words 
that might subject him to a rejection. 

"You can count on it. Henry, since tomorrow is Saturday, I was wondering if 
you're busy in the afternoon? If you wanted to you could come to my house 
with your books and maybe we could study together, or something." she 
offered. 

"Well, I'm not just sure ... " 

"Come on. Don't be afraid, I don't bite." she said, leaving off, "Not unless 
your cock is in my mouth." 

"Alright, what time should I be there?" he asked. His heart beating madly. 

"Any time you want. My parents are away for the week and so well have the 
whole house to ourselves. It's 220 St. Anne." 

"I know where that is. I'll be over around noon." he said. 

"That will be fine. 220 St. Anne, don't forget." she said, smiling that she 
had caught her prey. 

"I'll be there." he turned from her and began walking down the path which 
leads to his parent's farm. 

Henry's thought drifted off to the events of the day as he neared the farm's 
main house. It hadn't been a bad day. He received his customary A in Math 
and another in English. But the best came last, he had been able to talk to 
a girl for the first time. Until now, the only women that he could relate to 
was his mother. She was always so understanding of his ways. She never 
yelled at him. His father would often get drunk and treat her badly, but she 
would never think of taking it out on him. No matter what her mood, she 
always greeted him with a warm smile and a great big kiss. 

He walked up the steps leading to the farm house and didn't notice anything 
funny until he reached for the knob of the door. The door was ajar and his 
thoughts raced to the safety of his mother. He had heard of a rapist in the 
area and he knew what a welcome catch his mother would be to a man like 
that. He did not even want to think about it. 

Henry raced into the house and called his mother's name, "Mother, Susan, 
Mother." he called, but his frightened cries received no reply. 

Perhaps she was outside and his fears were incorrect. He would look like an 
idiot to his father when they would surely walk in together after work. The 
fear of possible over-reaction calmed Henry. He would go up to his room for 
awhile and wait for his mother's return. He was suddenly sure that the door 
being left open was no more ominous than a back firing auto. As he climbed 
the stairs leading to his room, he thought that he heard his mother's 
muffled voice coming from behind her closed doors. He was certain that he 
had erred until he heard her weak voice again. 

"Mother, is that you?" he asked, again becoming concerned for her safety. 

When his question went unanswered, he decided to knock on the door. His soft 
knock pushed the unlocked door open. Henry gazed at her figure of his 
beautiful mother's nude figure bound by a leather belt to the bed and his 
heart nearly stopped beating. 

He raced to her aid and couldn't help from noticing the angry black and blue 
welts that colored her blood stained rear. He unfastened the belt that 
secured her nude form and drew a sheet over her body. 

Susan Kilmer raised herself into her son's arms and the sheet slipped from 
her breasts. Henry noticed the outline of a huge handprint covering the 
nipples of her large tits. 

Susan wept openly into her son's chest. 

"Henry, I'm so glad that you're finally home. I was left here for six 
hours." she managed to state in between her tears. 

"Mom, what happened to you?" Henry asked as he tried unsuccessfully to 
divert his eyes from her breasts. 

Inspite, or possibly due to their manhandled condition, Henry found his 
mother's boobs to be hypnotizing. The darkened hands surrounded her rich, 
red nipples making Henry secretly wish that those were his hands. 

"I was attacked." 

"By whom. Who could have done this to you? We should call the police." 

The word "police" conjured up visions of the headline that would blaze in 
tomorrow's newspaper: 

HUSBAND BUGGERS UNFAITHFUL WIFE 

What could be gained by calling the police. They would end up thinking that 
she just got what she deserved. Maybe her husband would even end up some 
kind of a hero and she might even be considered a whore by these backward 
old biddies that inhabited the town. 

"No, we won't call the police. I would be too ashamed to admit to what 
happened to the police. I could never stand the embarrassment of telling a 
stranger what happened." 

"But Mom, whoever did this to you should be punished." Henry argued as his 
mother continued to cry into his now wet shirt. 

"They'd never catch him. You know the way these things work. He gets away, 
and I have to live with the shame of everyone knowing what happened to me," 
she stated sincerely. 

"Alright. Whatever you think is best." Henry said as he heard his voice 
drop. "But what will you tell father?" 

"Don't worry. Do you think that you could help me into the bath? I have to 
wash." 

Henry supported his mother as she weakly rose off the bed. Her ass was 
severely sensitive and Susan nearly blacked out from the pain of resting her 
full weight upon her bottom. Her son lifted the bed sheet to her as he 
helped her advance toward the bath. 

With his mother's full weight being supported by his one arm, they entered 
the bathroom and Henry switched on the light. The warm glow of the 150 watt 
bulb provided Henry with the full measure of the violation that his mother 
had received. As she leaned against the wall while he turned on the tap, the 
bed sheet fell off her beaten body. Henry viewed his mother's exquisite, 
nude body for the first time. Against the white walls of the bathroom tile, 
he saw her ravaged breasts and welted stomach. Somehow, the acts of violence 
done to her made her even more sensual. 

When the warm water had filled the tub, Henry advanced toward his mother. 
For the first time Henry's eyes fixed upon her pussy. If this was the first 
one that he was to see, then her pussy was going to be the greatest one of 
them all, this was the mold that all of them would be that one that all the 
other's would have to live up to. The blonde hairs of her twat formed a 
triangle which pointed directly to her snatch. Henry felt slightly guilty 
about thinking of his mother in this way, but her presence, lowering herself 
into the tub, wiped away all feelings of guilt. 

Susan sank into the heated liquid and her wounds ached. The warm fingers of 
the water enveloped her as Henry gently soaped her bare back. Tenderly, he 
rubbed the soap into her. Susan began to calm herself as the thoughts of her 
husband's brutal assault vanished from her mind. Now, she was in her tub and 
gentle, lovingly warm hands caressed away her moments of terror. Who could 
worry as her son's hand massaged ever widening circles on her easing back. 

Up her spine and down to her sore bottom his hands roamed on their mission 
of mercy. Henry had worked up quite a lather on her back but was reluctant 
to do the same to her front. His mother's knowing hands lead him to her 
breasts. 

"Be gentle. I'm very sensitive." she quietly asked as she brought her 
child's soapy arms to her damp nipples. 

All feelings of pain had subsided as his lubricated fingers traveled to and 
from her rapidly erecting points. His hands began to drift more easily now 
as Henry's breath became noticeably deeper. He could feel a growing in his 
pants as the water played against her breasts, cleansing them for his eyes 
and revealing him to his wildest delight. 

Helplessly caught up in the realm of his senses, Henry allowed his hands to 
drop to her pussy. The sudden action of his fingers playing with her cunt, 
woke Susan to the realities of the situation. She couldn't allow herself to 
be caught again, and this was her son. 

Susan turned to her son and quietly removed his hands from her region. She 
lifted herself slowly from the water and softly kissed her son's cheek. 

Henry suddenly became aware of what he had been doing. He hoped that his 
advances would not get back to his father because he would surely kill him 
if he knew what he had done. Henry quickly tore himself from the bathroom 
and ran into his room. He could feel the tears welling up in his eyes and he 
did not want to add to his mother's shame by letting, her know that he was 
crying. 

The rapidness of his exit brought Susan to understand what her son must have 
gone through. In spite of herself she found her feet leading to her son's 
room. With only that soiled sheet to hide her nakedness from him, she 
quietly entered his room. She saw Henry weeping on his bed. 

"Don't cry, Henry." she offered in a whisper. 

"Please leave me alone. I can't believe what I just did." he shouted amongst 
his tears. 

Susan sat next to her son on his bed. He grabbed the pillow tightly to his 
face to hide his shame. 

"You have nothing to worry about. When you found me in shambles and you 
helped me to feel better, that's all. Don't feel badly, Henry. Feel glad 
that you could help me." 

Susan saw her son's grip loosen on the pillow. 

"But I touched you." 

"And you made me feel good." 

"But it's not right." he cried. 

"Is what happened to me today, right." she asked. 

He let go of the pillow and turned his wet face towards her. 

"What does that have to do with what I did?" he asked, puzzled at his 
mother's analogy. 

"I couldn't explain it to you. Trust me. What you did was not wrong." 

"But ... " 

Susan stopped his words with her lips. She had not intended her kiss to be 
anything more than a reassurance to her son, but she found that the meeting 
of their lips ignited something in her. Perhaps it was this utter innocence 
of her son as opposed to the brash violation that her husband had made her 
endure, but somehow, she felt that if she let her son's desire hang on the 
ledge, she would really do equal damage to him as her husband had done to 
her. 

Susan brought her hand to his cheek and gently stroked his face. Their lips 
parted and she made certain that he saw her smiling eyes and the nod of her 
head. Susan brought her lips to his and they met in a simple, beautiful 
moment. 

Henry allow his lips to part and her tongue entered his mouth. With all the 
tenderness that she could muster, she lead him on to the bed. She darted her 
tongue into his mouth and lovingly opened the snap of his pants. 

"Lie still and relax." she whispered as she pulled down his zipper. 

Susan reached her fingers into his pants and softly grasped his cock. She 
pulled it from his trousers and blew away the few dark pubic hairs that 
covered the head of his prick. She looked into her son's eyes and warmly 
delivered her loving message. She lowered her lips upon his cock and 
instantly noticed an upward motion of his cock. Expertly she brought her 
warm lips up the entire length of his growing member. She lubricated his 
shaft with her saliva as she brought her lips down again on his cock and to 
his furry balls. 

She swirled the saliva around in her mouth and thoroughly enjoyed his taste. 
His growing meat filled her mouth as she brought her lips to the tip of his 
mushroom. Gently she bit his cock and Henry let out a slight whimper. Susan 
concentrated her sucking on the head of his shaft. 

Henry felt awakened to new emotions. How could he describe these new 
feelings. The warmth of her throat felt like liquid velvet as she engulfed 
his entire manhood. Yet, when she carefully bit the tip of his prick, his 
entire body quivered with this sharp sensation. 

Susan brought her hands to his balls. She gripped them tightly and Henry's 
eyes locked securely. Her fingers loosely formed around his shaft as they 
began to be raised and lowered onto his fully erect penis. She correlated 
the moving of her fingers in relation to the sucking action of her lips, 
expertly. She increased the speed of her sucking and she felt the first 
droplets of come oozing from his cock. She basked in the savory salty taste 
of his come, as she rolled it around her mouth. 

All thought of motherhood was driven from her, as the drops of his jism swam 
down her throat. Henry's eyes were tightly closed and his mind flashed the 
pictures of what was occurring. Although he couldn't actually witness the 
event, his brain flashed the visions for him. He could clearly make out his 
mother's incredible body as she worked herself on his cock. Her face, her 
hair and her lips moved with the ultimate in grace, bringing him to heights 
that he had never seen. 

Susan gripped his cock tightly around the base. She wanted to make sure that 
the explosion of his cock would burst like an Atom Bomb in her mouth. 
Restricting him in this manner would only serve to heighten his eruption. 

Henry thought he would burst but something in his mother's actions prevented 
him from doing so. He felt his cock swell and build with waves of semen. The 
pain in his balls begged for release, but release was not soon in coming as 
she worked her lips over the sensitive head of his erection. 

Bite and suck, bite and suck, she altered the movements of her mouth. She 
knew what she was doing to him, but she was his mother, and mother's always 
knew what was really best for her little boy. 

Driven to the breaking point, Henry began to pant wildly. He found that he 
had little control of his body and that his instincts had taken over. He 
desperately tried to free his cock from her hands. It needed, it begged to 
explode. His actions only brought another bite from her teeth. 

Her teeth sank into his flesh and Henry gave out with a scream. As his voice 
filled the room, Susan mouth moved more quickly upon his cock. Building his 
swelling cock to the apex, she released her gripe on his cock. Come, 
delicious come shot into her mouth and filled her entire oral cavity with 
his juices. 

Henry screamed as tensions were instantly released. The mouth of his cock 
spat come like a fire fighter's hose. His nozzle sprayed and sprayed again. 
His mind flashed glorious clouds of bright color into his mind. Reds, 
greens, and bright yellows formed a rainbow on his horizon. He heard his 
voice cry aloud with the rush of jism that jet from his being. 

Susan savored the last drops of his juices on her tongue. She worked hard 
for this and she deserved to enjoy them. She allowed them to slowly drain 
down her throat and she tried to follow the taste of their essence as they 
traveled toward her stomach. She had enjoyed what had transpired between her 
son and herself, it calmed her. It let her forget about what violence had 
been already done to her just that day and concentrate on the gentle 
deflowering of her son. 

Henry's pulse was lessening now as his heart rate eased to a more normal 
pace. His eyes slowly opened and the world looked somehow different to him. 
It had lost its mysterious edge that he had found frightening. Somehow, he 
felt there was something different about himself. He felt a power had been 
injected into him. He wanted to tell his mother about the difference that 
she had made to him, but for some reason, the words did not come from his 
mouth. He looked at her and he reminded himself that this was his mother. 
But, though his thoughts were filled with confusion, he did not feel the 
guilt that he might have felt, but he felt closer to her than he had ever 
felt before. She had taught him about tenderness and sexuality, though her 
body was ravaged by the scars of a beast that had, no doubt, never 
experienced the feelings himself. 

Susan rose from the bed without saying a word to Henry. She exited the room 
without ever looking back at her son's prone figure. She had given to him 
her most wonderful gift and now she had to attend to the business of dealing 
with her husband. 

She entered her room and looked at the ugly marks that he had inflicted upon 
her. They were ghastly, but perhaps she could work them to her advantage. At 
first, she felt guilty about feeling weak and submitting to her husband, but 
if that was the way that he wanted to play the game, then she would gladly 
enter his arena and play his game. 

"This time," she said to herself. "I would be his master. I will control 
what happens in our little game, I'll never let him get away with this ever 
again, he will be the one to crawl. I will be the victor." 

George Kilmer sat at the local bar alone, consoling himself with a double 
scotch on the rocks. The first three drinks had not yet even taken affect, 
but he hoped that this one might cause a chain reaction. 

"Fucking women." he said to no one. "Fucking women. They take your money, 
your house, and your cock and they give it back to you, up the asshole." 

He downed half of his drink and returned the glass to the bar. 

"I come home early from work and what do I find, some Spanish prick giving 
my wife the once over. And she was loving it. Like I don't give her enough!" 
he screamed as several of the other patrons turned to take notice of their 
brother's plight. 

"But I showed her who's boss." he mumbled. "I showed her whose cock she 
needs." 

George took another belt from his glass and down the rest of his drink. 

"Left her right there." he pointed to the floor for strength. "Left her 
right there on the bed ... ass pointing to the sky ... begging me for more. 
I guess I proved my point to her." 

George continued to ramble until he felt an arm touch his back. He reeled 
around with his eyes ablaze. It was one of his best friends and neighbors, 
Michael Harrington who had overheard what his pal had been saying. Michael 
had likewise been drinking and the two of them sat and drowned their sorrows 
together. 

"Hey George. I heard what you said. I want to tell you something. I always 
thought that Manuel was up to something with my wife but I could never catch 
the bastard." Michael said to his friend. 

"Yeah, Mike. Really? You thought that Tammy was fucking that little 
cocksucker!" George said almost relieved at the thought that he wasn't the 
only one that had been dumped on by a horny wife. 

"Yeah." Michael said as he raised two fingers to order two more drinks. "It 
always seemed strange to me that I would catch her taking a shower in the 
afternoon on the days when he worked for me." 

"So what did you do?" 

"Nothing. Since I didn't ever catch them, I never thought that they were 
going at it." 

"Well I caught them and if lever see that prick again ... I'll cut his balls 
off." George remarked with a raised fist in the air. "I'm not going to let 
him get away with it." 

Harrington, enveloped with the rage that his friend was feeling, suggested 
that they might be able to find Manuel and beat some sense into him and the 
truth about him and Tammy out of him. 

"No." George answered. "I whipped him pretty bad and I don't think that 
we'll be able to find him around here for quite awhile." 

"Well how will I ever find out if she was unfaithful?" Michael pleaded with 
his friend. 

"I don't know what to tell you, Mike." George confessed. "Let's have another 
drink." 

As the two comrades down another sampling of double scotches, the effect of 
the liquor, combined with the rage he was feeling, yielded a perfect way for 
George to suggest to get the information for his friend. 

"Mike, if you really want to find out if Tammy fucked that bitch, then I 
know one sure way to find out." 

Harrington leaned over to his friend. "What's that George. I would do 
anything to find out the truth!" 

"Anything?" 

"Yes ... anything, George." his friend answered. 

"The way that I taught Susan who was boss was to beat and fuck it out of 
her." George bragged. 

"Now she really knows the way it is." 

"Is that what you're suggesting I do to Tammy?" his friend asked. 

"Yes." confirmed George. "You go back home and teach that bitch some 
manners!" 

"I'm not sure that I could do that." Michael said. 

"What do you mean?" 

"Well what if she called the police, or something like that." 

"She wouldn't do that. Besides, you're the one that was hurt in this matter, 
not her." George advised. 

The two friends swallowed down another drink and Michael began to see the 
reasoning that his friend was offering. 

"You know what, George? I think that what you said just might be right," his 
friend stated. 

"Of course it is." 

"But I don't think that I could pull it off alone. Do you think that you 
could help me?" he asked. 

"I don't know, Mike. After all, this is your wife." George confessed to the 
realities of the situation. 

"I don't care. One cheating bitch is the same as any other to me." 

"Are you sure?" George asked again. "Will it really work?" 

"I was never quite sure of anything else in my life. After all, if it wasn't 
for you, I never would have gotten the idea." Michael praised his friend. 

The two figures hoisted another round and toasted their friendship. Michael 
pulled his thin coat around his shoulders and the men left the bar together. 

As they walked across the fields to Harrington's farm, George and his friend 
had to relieve themselves. As they might have done as teenagers, the two 
contested whose stream of piss would travel further. After deciding that 
George was the winner by a very narrow margin, the men again resumed their 
journey. 

After several moments, they reached the Harrington farm. From the outside, 
his house resembled a carbon copy of the house that George had bought. The 
same two stories, the same chimney at the top, and the same picket fence 
surrounding its entrance. Michael opened the latch and they entered the main 
grounds. George followed his friend up the stairs and watched as Michael 
struggled to find his house keys. After several moments of fumbling around 
his pockets, Michael found his elusive quarry. He brought the key to the 
lock and inserted it into the chamber. The key turned and the lock opened. 
Michael turned the doorknob and the two comrades entered the house 
simultaneously. 

They found Harrington's wife, Tammy in the kitchen trying to save the 
night's dinner. She was a tall beautiful woman, that looked like a goddess. 
Nobody would believe her right age of thirty. She was ten years younger than 
her husband and when they married eleven years ago, there was some concern 
about the differences in ages between the bride and her groom. Tammy, had 
made her husband a great wife. She was faithful, charming and always ready 
to give anything he wanted, including a blow job whenever he felt the need. 
In all their years of marriage she had never once strayed from her marital 
vows. Although she had five opportunities a day, Tammy would pride herself 
in the fact that she had remained true to Michael. 

When her husband and his friend burst into the kitchen she turned to face 
them. She was trying to save a roast that she had spent three hours on. It 
was not like her spouse to be late, but she would forgive without a second 
thought. 

"Hi darling." she greeted him."How was your day?" she said not even 
suggesting that she was upset about his tardy arrival. 

"We have no time for pleasantries, bitch." Michael barked back. 

Tammy sensed that something was wrong and instinctively moved away from the 
oven. 

"What's wrong?" she asked. "Are you alright?" 

"He will be soon, you fucking slut!" shouted George as he grabbed Tammy's 
arms, causing her to drop her ladle. 

"Mike, aren't you going to stop him?" she begged as he answered her with a 
slap to her face. 

She couldn't believe what happened. 

The blow struck Tammy's face and she reasoned that this was not her husband 
doing this, but some evil incarnation of rage and alcohol that she smelled 
on their breath. 

"Come on bring her upstairs, George." 

They two friends carried the auburned haired women up the stairs and into 
the master bedroom. George threw her on the bed and Tammy resisted his 
attempts to rip the shirt from her chest. 

As she struggled against his allies advances, Harrington had gathered up 
four of his old ties. They raced to the bed and grabbed the right wrist of 
his stricken wife. He harshly pulled her arm to the bedpost. His wife's lean 
arm was no match for his brutal strength and as he yanked her arm, she felt 
it being pulled from its socket. 

He bound her wrist to the post as George fought to pin her feet. Once George 
had succeeded in his task, Harrington gripped his wife's left arm and 
fastened that to the other post. 

"Now let me do her legs." he shouted. 

As his friend held her down, Michael pulled the tie in a knot around her 
ankle. He fastened it to the post and then did the same with her remaining 
leg. Once this task was completed, they had his wife, bound spread-eagle to 
each of the posts on the bed. 

Tammy looked up at her tormentors and knew that she was at their mercy. 

"Mike, why have you done this to me?" she turned to face her neighbor, 
"George, does Susan know that you're doing this?" 

"You know why we're doing this. Just like my wife knew why I did it." was 
George's violent reply. 

That answer provided Tammy with more knowledge than she desired. If George 
had done this to his own wife, then how could she prevent herself from 
meeting a similar fate. She had to know the reason for this violent 
violation. 

"At least tell me what I've done?" she asked. 

"You fucked that Spanish prick and now we'll fuck you." was Harrington's 
tearful reply. 

"Manuel!" she shouted. "Is this all because of him. You know that I never 
laid a hand on him. You must be crazy, Mike. If you'll just untie me and 
send your friend, the goon squad, home, I'll set you straight." 

"No!" he answered."You'll only lie to save yourself. The only way that I'll 
let you go is for you to tell me the real truth." 

"But nothing ever happened!" she exclaimed. 

"Bitch!" he screamed as he tore the silk shirt from her body. "You lie and 
now you'll pay for it." 

Harrington tore the flimsy bra off of her, revealing her round tits. The 
bounced slightly as Michael placed one of his knees on the bed. Swiftly, he 
ripped off her pants. 

"No, Mike. Please!" she pleaded, helplessly. 

Her pleas were answered with the sound of her panties tearing. She was in 
shock, how could this be happening to her. 

Her furry cunt was opened to George's eyes and he realized that there could 
be no turning back. He watched as Tammy attempted to divert her cunt from 
the thrusts of her old man. Finally, her husband landed a solid blow to her 
face. After this, George noticed that his neighbor's wife offered no 
resistance to her husband's fully erect prick. He shifted inside her box and 
humped her with all his strength. 

"Talk bitch. Is this how Manuel did it?" he cried. 

The tears running down her face was the answer that he was returned as 
George witnessed the wild flurry of hips, pumping Tammy's pelvis. Deeper and 
deeper he sank his shaft into her furry muffler. Michael grunted as he spent 
little time on technique, he had a mission and he was anxious to get it 
accomplished. 

As the juices of her cunt oiled his entrances, Harrington felt little 
resistance to his meat. The mixture of rage had made his fucking furious. He 
banged her and banged her, with little regard to the disgrace that his wife 
was enduring in front of another man. 

For her part, Tammy was rapidly losing herself in the pile driving of her 
cunt. With each harsh hump, the realities of what was occurring to her 
vanished. She no longer remembered that their actions were being witnessed 
by an intruder. His cock was the only reality that she really knew. The only 
thoughts that really filled her mind with the only reality that she needed. 

George witnessed this event before. He saw Harrington fucking his wife into 
the same state of submission that he had seen his very own wife attain 
earlier in the day. He knew that it would only be moments before Tammy would 
melt and tell the truth to her husband. He felt that he had to be an actual 
physical player in these events, not just an interested bystander. He had to 
participate. He saw Tammy's rich lips and he pulled down his pants. His cock 
hung fully, as he forced it into the wife of his best friend. 

Much to his surprise, Harrington found that the sight of another man's cock 
in his wife's throat was thrilling to witness. He timed the plunges of his 
meat to coincide with his friends forceful thrusts into her mouth. He could 
feel his cock erupting, as he tried in vain to keep it going. The jism shot 
from his cock and he pulled it from her cunt. The booze had had its effect 
upon his friend because he saw that George had just shot his first spray of 
come into Tammy's eyes. 

"What a way to teach the bitch who is the boss!" he thought as Michael fired 
his come onto her face. 

Tammy was coated in come as her two attackers fired their orgasmic blasts of 
white liquid. She was lost in waves of guilt and shame, but somehow the hot 
liquid made her feel great. It was as if she were the only game in town and 
every prick had to find her. Instinctively, she found herself opening her 
mouth to catch their blasts. 

She loved the taste, and she knew it. 

The curious mixture of their tastes, filled her mouth. She had never been 
unfaithful to her husband before, and now he had helped to make her do it. 
She had both hated him and loved him for it. 

George watched as the two cocks white washed her face. Occasionally one of 
their blasts found their way into her mouth. He laughed as drank the last 
few drops of jism. He laughed to himself when he wondered if she liked the 
way he tasted better. He gazed at the entire situation. Tammy had a 
beautiful body which she had worked into terrific shape. He could count the 
ripples of muscles in her stomach and could see the muscles of her legs flex 
against the tension of the ties that fastened her. Even for the few seconds 
that she sucked him, he knew that this women had given him one of the best 
blow jobs of his life. Maybe he could get her again sometime. 

"I don't think that she'll give me any more trouble, George. I want to thank 
you for what you did for me." Harrington stated. 

"Don't worry about it my friend." 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

The pain in George's head refused to subside. He tried to focus on the face 
of his watch. Through his glazed eyes he made out the time to be, 3:00 A.M. 
He looked around his surroundings in an attempt to surmise his whereabouts. 
Standing, he found that he was in the middle of his neighbor's field. 
Apparently, he had only gotten a few yards before the effects of the booze 
and the wicked fucking that he had given Tammy Harrington's mouth had gotten 
to him. 

From what he could remember, he left his friend and stumbled out into the 
night, saying something about his wife and Manuel. Then, judging from the 
condition that lie now found himself to be in, he must have fallen asleep 
out in the fields. 

Gathering his senses, George struggled to reach his house. At least he would 
sleep in his own bed tonight. If his wife, Susan gave him any trouble, he 
knew that he could easily deal with her. 

When George had finally reached his home, his head felt as if it would 
burst. He manage to reach the kitchen bathroom where he downed several pain 
relievers. 

"Just let me sleep." he begged to the pain in his head. 

He felt his legs giving way under him. He fell to the floor and closed his 
eyes. Sleep was now the important issue. 

In the master bedroom, Susan Kilmer was wide awake. She knew that her 
husband had found his way back home as she watched him stagger, and slip. 
She had to really laugh at his futile attempts at making it to his home. She 
wanted to curse his very existence but she found herself wanting him to come 
to her. She still hadn't taken in the full picture of what had happened to 
them this morning. 

"Would it change their relationship?" she thought. 

"Wouldn't it have to change their relationship?" was the answer to her 
question. 

She wasn't sure how she would react to him the next time that she saw him. 
This morning, this fateful morning, he had forced her to submit to his 
wishes fully. As his prick violated her rectum, she wondered if she hadn't 
really wanted that all the while. Their marriage had been getting tired, why 
else would she have fucked Manuel? But maybe this stirring interaction could 
change that. Maybe this was the way that they both had wanted it. 

She heard a sound in the bathroom. She knew instantly what had happened. 
George was drunk. To try to work things out with him now would be 
impossible. Susan let her head fall to the pillow. Her thoughts now drifted 
off to her son. Was what she had done with him wrong? She smiled as she 
thought about how many women didn't have the strength to do what she had 
done for her son. What better way to show him her love, then to teach him 
about love, not sex or brute force but to show him about love herself. 
Susan, closed her eyes, secure in the thought, that things would be fine, 
that everything would work out for the best. Another member of this restless 
home was Henry Kilmer. He couldn't get the visions of what had transpired 
during the day, out of his mind. 

"Did it really happen? Was I dreaming?" were the two thoughts dominating his 
sleepless night. 

Although he knew very well that what had happened was not any dream, he 
almost wished that it was. What would he do? How would his mother treat him 
tomorrow? Could he look her in the face after he had seen her in the nude? 

Henry heard the sounds of his father staggering up the stairs leading to the 
house. The sound of his father's steps broke his train of thoughts. 

"I will have to sleep on it." he thought to himself. "These things have a 
way of working themselves out. They always do." 

Those were Henry's last thoughts. His eyes found sleep. 

Ellen Kilmer had been with James Wray for the entire day and night. 

"Shit!" she tapped her lover's arm. "James wake up! It's three o'clock in 
the morning." 

"What?" James worn out body didn't respond to her worried tones. 

Ellen shook him again. The entire strength of her body was put into this 
action. James did not stir. 

"I've killed him." she thought aloud. "I've fucked him to death." 

Ellen rose from the water bed causing several ripples in the mattress. She 
looked at the clock again to verify the time. The hands of the clock still 
read 3:00 and she knew that she was the one that would be dead if she could 
awaken her novice lover. 

"Well at least he's not a beginner anymore." she thought to herself as she 
walked to her friend's bathroom. 

Ellen and her partner had made love for the entire day. Five times they had 
fucked. Ellen had taught him every position that she knew; with her atop his 
cock, him on top of her, doggie position, with both of them lying facing one 
another and for the last time of the night ... standing up against the wall. 
James was a fast learner. Once he had gotten a taste of what it was like to 
have a woman, there was no stopping him. He cried and begged for it. Each 
time they had fucked, Ellen would touch his still juicing cock and find it 
ready to spring back into action. He was a very willing pupil. She had lead 
him about the bed as one might lead a dog by the leash. 

Ellen looked at her face in the mirror. "Oh my god!" she shouted as she saw 
her face for the first time since the culmination of their interactions. 

She looked like a boxer at the end of a fight. The blonde hair that had been 
her pride and joy was stuck together by the hot heavy errant gobs of cream 
that had shot from James' meat. She had two black rings under her eyes and 
her lips were a flaming red, doubtlessly from the hours of blowing that she 
had done. 

She turned on the taps and let the water run onto her hands. The cool water 
had an instant wakening effect on her senses. She cupped her fingers and 
brought the water up to her face. The sudden feeling of cold on her visage 
brought shivers up and down her spine, but the water succeeded in bringing 
about the desired reaction. Her senses were alive and her brain was alert. 
She looked at herself in the mirror again and laughed. 

"If this is the price that she had to pay, then it was surely worth it." she 
thought to herself. 

Ellen filled a glass with the now chilled water and neared her prone man. 
From the pain in her loins, her steps were somewhat awkward. 

"It feels like I have had a pole up me," she smiled, not really minded that 
a pole, James' pole had been in her. 

She reached the bed and looked at James. She couldn't believe what she saw. 
Waiting to greet her as she came to the bed was James' rod, stuck up like a 
flagpole! 

Ellen's eyes shot to his face. He had a huge smile to go with the size of 
his cock. She could tell that he was sleeping but the deep sounds of his 
well earned breathing. He looked so sweet and peaceful there. 

For several seconds, Ellen pondered sliding down his shaft for the sixth 
time. 

"What a great way to wake him." she smiled. 

She bent down to meet his massive member. She closed her lips on his flesh 
and tasted his meat. She had liked her steaks on the salty side, so Ellen 
loved the taste of her well spent man. 

James' still soundly asleep, let out a mild gasp as she licked his cock 
softly. She played with the glands in his cock with her tongue until she 
heard him moan loudly. The sound of his nocturnal mating call brought out 
the mischievous nature in Ellen. She brought her entire mouth down on him. 
She ate him for awhile until the sounds of his grunts filled the room. 

Though her mouth was hopelessly filled, the muffled sounds of Ellen's 
laughter could be heard. She continued to suck him off until she could sense 
his cock was about to explode. As the first droplets of cream entered her 
open mouth, she brought the cup of water over his cock. Her hands gripped 
his cock and she began to jerk his meat off in a wild manner. 

Still asleep, and possibly having the dreams to end all dreams, James 
continued grunting his passionate verse. 

Ellen turned the cup over, the icy water met James' erect rod as it began to 
spray its load. 

The feeling of the water hitting his cock, woke James in a flurry. 
Remembering that he was on a water bed, the feeling of wetness did more than 
dampen his cock. 

"I'm drowning." he yelled. "We've sprung a leak and we're drowning!" 

Ellen laughed and returned her lips to more important business. She gobbled 
up his last drops of come and looked up at James. 

The full measure of what had happened to him were finally reality to him. 
His loud laughter filled the room as his sexually based grunts had done 
moments before. 

"You're a cock sucker! Did you know that?" he asked between his laughter. 

Ellen smiled up to him with his cock still in her mouth. She thought that 
she was literally answering his question with her actions and so she decided 
not to speak. 

James pulled her up to him. Her pressed her body close to his. Even in his 
befuddled state, he could feel the glorious design of his girl. He pressed 
the soft mounds of her tits against his hard chest and basked in the glow 
that originated in her eyes. Even though she had been through a work out, 
she was still the most beautiful women that he had ever seen. 

After several moments had past, she broke the silence of the scene. 

"Come now, we have to be going. You wouldn't believe what time it is." she 
said to him, attempting to break his grasp. 

"I don't want to leave." he smiled at her. "Let's stay here forever. I 
really think that's a great idea. Don't you?" 

"And what, pray tell, would we live on?" she mockingly replied. 

"Lust." he laughed. 

"You're just like every other man I've known. Once you get a taste of it, 
you become like a boy with a new toy." 

"Toy trains were never like this, believe me." he stated as they both 
enjoyed the joke. 

"Well, if you want to stay here, then what will we do when my friend Gloria 
gets back." 

"What does she look like? Is she pretty?" he asked. 

"Yes." 

"Then I'll take on the both of you." he laughingly bragged. 

"One day and already he's crazy." she said. 

"Not crazy, cocky." he said, waving his tool at her as she rose from the 
bed. 

"Well cocky, it's time to leave. I have to go to school tomorrow and so do 
you." Ellen remarked as she entered the bathroom. 

"I'm giving up school. I'm going to stay here and become a professional 
fucker." he said trying to impress her with his new candor. 

"O.K. But it three o'clock." she warned. 

"In the morning?" 

She nodded her head. 

"Oh, no it can't be." 

Ellen thought that his face had turned green, but his leaping figure raced 
by too fast for her to be sure. 

"Why didn't you tell me what time it was? My father will kill me." he 
shouted, no longer playing the role. 

"Look at Mr. Macho now." she kidded him as they both hurried into their 
garments. 

They raced to get dressed and their task was completed in record time. Once 
dressed they paused to look into one another's eyes. 

"Thanks for everything, El." he said, becoming serious for the first time 
since she woke him. 

"Don't mention it. And I mean DON'T MENTION IT." They warmly embraced and 
left the house. Tonight, James had become a man. He wondered if Ellen had 
noticed the change in him. 

The next morning, Susan woke in her empty bed. It took her several moments 
to focus upon the fact that she had a lot of work and fences to mend, this 
particular morning. 

She rose rapidly and pulled on her clothing. Not bothering to select an 
outfit, she gathered whatever was closest to her reach. She pulled open the 
door to her room and raced down the stairs to the kitchen. 

She had to reach her husband before the children did! 

She turned the knob of the bathroom door and found that it was opened. She 
pushed the door opened and found her attacker lying on the tile floor. She 
gazed at him, wondering if should she step on his balls or kiss him. What 
was she going to do with him? 

Susan decided to let him make the first move this morning. She had inspired 
him with her actions the day before, but now she would let him control the 
first moves. 

She gently touched his arms and his eyes opened. She could see that they 
were blood red and she could smell that he had been drinking after he had 
left her. 

She was careful not to show the slightest suggestion of emotion as he came 
to. George looked at her. 

"Adulteress!" he thought to himself. 

He rose and walked by his wife without a word. He hadn't planned it this 
way, but he would play it cool and wait for her to react to him. 

Susan watched as her husband went to the sink. He squeezed the handle and 
the water came rushing out. She looked at him as he admired himself in the 
mirror. 

"What balls!" she thought. "He rapes me, leaves me and now he won't even say 
a word to me." 

Determined not to break from her plan, Susan still observed her spouse. He 
rinsed his mouth with the water. 

"Bad taste in your mouth," she thought. "Good, you should suffer, you 
bastard." 

He spit out the water and looked up at the mirror. He could see that his 
mental foe was watching his every action. He would not give in. He closed 
the door, making sure that it was locked securely. 

"I'll fix that bitch," he thought. 

"This will be the moment." Susan thought. 

The years that George had studied acting in school had finally paid off. 
George "acted" as if his wife were not even in the room, as he pulled down 
his fly and took out his cock. 

Susan heard the sound of the stream of yellow liquid hitting the water of 
the bowl, but she could not believe that he could so totally ignore her. She 
reminded herself that he had paid special attention to the fact that he 
locked them in before doing this action. She reasoned that he was playing 
the same game as she. 

She watched as the last drops of his piss leaked from his cock and designed 
her own plot. 

"If that's the way that he wants to play." she thought. 

Susan rose from her seated position and walked to the toilet bowl. She 
pulled the chain and his piss deposits sank beneath the flow of water. 

Susan was careful not to reveal anything to her husband as she turned on the 
water from the shower. She turned her back to him and pulled off her shirt. 
She dropped her pants and, as he had left her the day before, she was again, 
naked before him. 

She pulled back the shower curtains and stepped into the shower, determined 
to elicit a response from him. She pulled the curtains closed, carefully 
leaving just enough space between the curtain and the wall so that her 
husband's eyes could view her actions. 

She brought the soap to her breasts as George's eyes focused upon the wicked 
welts that he had caused. He watched as she rubbed the soap into her tits, 
working up a lather. George felt a rising in his pants, but he fought to 
control it. He knew that this was what she was trying to do to him. 

Susan lowered her hands to her snatch. Out of the corner of her eye, she 
spotted George watching her. She slowly lead the tip of the soap to her 
clit. The soap moved as if it had a will of its own, as it struck its mark, 
right on target. 

George watched as she raised and lowered the soap, caressing every square 
inch of her form. All thoughts of Manuel drifted from his mind as he took in 
the full measure of his wife's body. She turned her back to him and he saw 
the angry en flamed area around her rounded ass. He remembered entering her 
rear and wanted to do it again. 

She noticed the effect that she was having upon his crotch, she knew that 
she was really winning this round of their silent warfare. She turned to 
face him and inserted a soapy finger into her pussy. 

First one, then two. Slowly moving them in and out of her delicious snatch. 
George thought that his cock would jump from his skin, as his wife, the very 
woman that he so fully dominated the morning before, had him in perfect 
position 

He looked down at his erect cock and wished that he had put it back in his 
pants when he was through pissing. It stood at attention and let his foe 
know that she was beating him. 

Judging by the red color of his cock, Susan had him just where she wanted 
him. She made her play. She emitted a low moan from her lips and ease the 
fingers out of her fiery cunt. She put her fingers into her mouth and 
savored the taste of her own juices. She closed her eyes and quenched her 
thirst as the wetness of her box washed down to her stomach. 

George wanted her. He knew that she was doing just what she wanted to him. 
If he were to take her, even forcefully, then she, not he would dominate. He 
would not submit to her. He could not. 

Against the sounds of rushing water, Susan inserted the head of the bar of 
soap into her vagina. Inching it in slowly, allowing her hard husband to 
imagine that it was his cock, she slid her lathery lover into her womb. 
First in and then out, she pulled and pushed her waxened love. 

George watched as the tempo of her thrusts increased dramatically. He 
noticed a bubble rise up out of her box and he actually thought that the 
soap was coming. The creamy bar was fucking his wife as Manuel had the day 
before! 

This action was more than George could stand. 

"Fuck this, bitch!" he screamed as he tore the shower curtain from its 
rungs. 

He grabbed his wife by the neck and pulled her from the water's security. He 
forced her over the rim of the tub and cursed himself for his actions. He 
heard his wife's harsh laughter and it drove him wild. The sound echoed and 
echo throughout the room as he pressed his bristling face to meet her wet 
boobs. He sucked them hard. He wanted to force the laughter from her lips. 
He wanted to bit away her wall of indifference. 

Susan was helpless against her husband's assault. Her feet were still soapy 
and she could not get a firm footing on the floor. He forced her over the 
rim of the tub. Her cunt was arched up at his face, teasing him, daring him 
to enter. 

The water from the shower shot onto her face as she felt the first inches of 
his tormented talon enter her. He forced his cock down her cunt. He wanted 
it to be hard for her but the work that she had done to herself made his 
cock feel warmly welcome. 

George rammed his meat into her for all he was worth. He didn't care that 
this was what the bitch had wanted. This was what had to be done. His 
pulsating piece dove deeply into her. He rode her pussy for all he was 
worth. If this was what the cunt wanted then this was what she would get! 

Susan felt a moan escaping her mouth. She must not let George hear it. 

He had. 

"That's right. You love it! I'll fuck you senseless." he raged. 

The harsh tones of his vile voice rang around the room like a World War II 
buzz bomb nearing the ground. His voice was just what Susan needed to return 
her to the task at hand. She returned his volley, aiming for a death blow. 

"Right. I love it. But you don't last long enough to give it to me," she 
spat as she dodged the waves of water. 

"I'll kill you." he responded. 

He had no intention of killing her, just fucking the shit out of her. He 
concentrated all of his efforts on making her respond to him. He must. He 
could not let her win. 

Susan tried her best to meet her husband's wild thrusts. Even in this 
position she could try. She tightened the taut muscles in her pussy and 
contracted them around his cock. She met his lunges and humped wildly. She 
felt that she would win. 

George felt the sensations in Ids cock becoming more susceptible to the 
warmth and wetness in her cunt. He could feel the contracting of her pussy 
squeeze his remaining endurance from him. He cried as he felt himself 
coming. He couldn't give in to her. 

"Please, no." he cried. 

Susan heard his voice and could feel his sperm shooting into her fur box. 
She sensed the kill and flung herself to furious action. She humped him for 
all she was worth. 

George felt his semen shooting and he heard Susan's laughter mocking him. He 
wanted to shut her up with his cock, but his meat had betrayed him. 

He cursed his coming cock and cursed his wife. He knew that she had gotten 
her revenge. Why couldn't he make her swallow her laughing, mocking tones? 
Why? 

Susan felt his cock pull out of her cunt and his last few droplets fell onto 
her belly. She rose from out of the stream of shower water. She looked at 
her husband. She saw his eyes follow her as she stepped back into the 
shower. She would wash his sperm from her body. She watched his face 
disappear from her sight as she pulled the curtain silently closed. 

George stared at the closed curtain and listened to the water rush over her 
body. For what seemed like ages to him, he watched, waiting for her to say 
anything to him. The only sounds that he heard was the water turned off. 

Zombie-like, she saw her husband watch her as she dried off her body. 
Slowly, putting on the best show that she could, she patted a towel to her 
chest. They hurt from the furious action that he had inflicted upon them, 
but she did not allow her face to betray the pain that she felt. 

She was the castrating bitch. 

She was the winner! 

George knew that words would not be exchanged. He opened the door and felt 
his way to the kitchen table. He sat down in his chair. It had been 
inscribed: 

HEAD OF THE HOUSEHOLD 

Somehow, he didn't feel that the title fit. 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

Henry Kilmer woke late that day. It was eight o'clock and he had better 
hurry or he would be late starting his traditional Saturday chores. 

"On a farm," his father often reminded, "everyone has their own job to do." 

For Henry that meant checking and patching the fences, feeding the various 
but small selection of stock that his father had acquired, checking the 
level of well water and cleaning up the barn. 

Henry knew that if he got a late start then he might miss his noon meeting 
with Judy Locke. After last night, he had gone to bed not certain that he 
wanted to see her, but now, in the light of a new day, he knew that this was 
one appointment that he wanted to keep. 

He stretched the wariness from his body and began his morning regiment of 
exercises. 

"Err" he groaned as he began his first of fifty set-ups. 

These were followed in rapid secession by an equal number of push-ups, 
jumping jacks, leg raises and groans from pain. 

Henry cursed the fact that he had allowed his studies to break his regiment. 
He hadn't exercised in a week and his body hurt. 

As he was going through his paces, he thought of what his mother had done 
for him last night. She had helped him to get over his shyness and helped 
him to experience feelings that he never thought could exist in him. 

He wondered what his father would do and he wondered if his mother would 
ever tell. The sounds of footsteps nearing his door broke the spell that he 
was under. 

There was a knocking at his door. 

"Come in." he heard himself saying. 

The door opened and his mother entered the room. She was wearing the 
bathrobe that he had given her for her last birthday. He took that to mean 
that he wouldn't be in for trouble. 

Susan greeted her son with a warm smile. She could appreciate what must be 
going on in his mind. Perhaps he even wondered if she might tell his father 
on him. She drew near to him and he rose to meet her. She softly kissed him 
on the cheek. 

Henry sensed the feeling of warmth that was coming from his mother and he 
tried to let her warmth envelop him. He felt her lips press against his face 
and it gave him a warm, tender feeling all over. He was thrilled just 
looking at his mother. 

"Good morning." she said. 

"Hi." he answered. "How do you feel today? I mean after what you were 
through yesterday, I'm happy to see you up so early." he felt the 
awkwardness of his words. He hoped that she would pick up what was on his 
mind. 

"What do you mean, after what I went through. How do you feel?" she smiled. 
"After what you were through yesterday, I'm glad to see that you're up 
today." 

He smiled. She always knew the right thing to say to him. She always knew 
how to make him feel fine. 

"I feel great ... now that you're here." he said. 

"Thank you." she said. "Don't worry about what happened, Henry. Just enjoy 
the feelings that we shared and remember them when you're with someone else. 
You can't allow yourself to fall back into your shell." 

Susan felt strange about sounding like a mother to him. She knew that he 
would need some words of encouragement and she hoped that those would 
suffice. 

She stood away from her son and left the room. She was certain that he was 
now a man. 

Henry watched as she left the room. He thought about what she had said about 
his "shell" and knew that she was right. He pulled on his shoes and left his 
room. 

When he got to the kitchen, Henry saw his father seated solemnly at the 
table. For a moment, Henry thought that perhaps he knew everything. Could it 
be possible? Supposing his father had found out about what he had done? He 
decided that he would have to face him. Henry entered the room and spoke to 
his father. 

"Did mom say anything to you about what happened to her last night." he 
asked. 

His father did not answer. Henry took this to mean that he knew. He braved 
the question again. 

"Dad, did she tell you what happened?" he said. 

His father looked up from the coffee that he had been dreaming into. 

"Yeah, I know what happened to her. I just hope that they catch the creep 
who did it to her." George felt poorly enough, now he was lying to his son. 

Henry felt his entire body ease as his father's words reached his ears. He 
didn't know. She had been true to him. 

"I don't know if we should call the police." Henry said, remembering what 
his mother had said last evening. 

"We'll see, son." George said as he rose from the table. 

George had to go somewhere to think. He exited the house and went in the 
direction of his bar. 

"He's really taking it hard." thought Henry. 

After finishing breakfast, Henry rushed from the main house and into the 
jobs that awaited his attention. In record breaking time he ran around the 
house and the farm doing everything. 

He completed his chores and raced back into the house to get ready for his 
date with Judy. 

Taking the steps two at a time, he reached his room. He lifted off his shirt 
and sniffed at his underarms. 

"Christ!" he cursed. "I'll never be on time if I have to take a shower." 

After a momentary debate, Henry opted that a shower was better than smelling 
like an old shoe. At least this way, he would be allowed to stay. 

George grabbed his bathrobe and entered the upstairs shower. The water 
barely had time to wet him when he was drying off back in his room, drying 
off with a towel. He blew his hair out quickly, not even bothering to comb 
it. 

Henry pulled on his clothes and was out of the front door in a flash. When 
he finally found the right address, he was twenty minutes late. He knocked 
on the door and he received no answered. 

"I blew it." he panicked. 

He knocked again, this time more forcefully. 

Henry heard the light footsteps approaching the door, he felt a wonderful 
wave of relief shoot through his body. 

"Hi." she greeted him, "I thought that you had forgotten about me." 

Henry looked at her and surveyed her form. She was wearing a dark blue 
string bikini and her small body was well oiled with sun tan lotion. Her 
stomach glistened in the sun as she smiled at him from the door. 

"Forget her," he thought, the vision of her looking like this would be 
forever etched into his mind. 

"Well, what's the matter? Cat got your tongue?" she asked as she pulled open 
the door to allow him to enter. 

Henry followed her in and watched her ass as it swayed with her walk. He 
couldn't believe that he had missed her in school for all this time. 

"Do you want to join me for a sun bath? Or should I wash this mess off and 
we'll study?" 

Henry cursed himself for not remembering to bring his book. In his haste to 
leave, in completely slipped his mind. How could he dodge this. 

"I would like to study, but my sister must have stolen my book this morning. 
I couldn't find it when I left the house this morning." he bluffed. 

"That's alright, we can share mine," she said as she continued to walk from 
the house. 

"I wouldn't mind staying out in the sun, but I didn't bring my bathing 
suit." Henry remarked. "Gee, I really wish you had said something, and I 
would have brought mine," Henry mumbled, embarrassed. 

Judy stopped and turned to face Henry. She smiled and saw Henry nervously 
smile back. 

"Well you can either borrow one of my father's, or you don't have to wear 
one at all." she looked at him coyly. 

"What?" 

"There's a huge fence built around my house and you can't see in from the 
outside." she winked. 

"I don't think so, Judy." Henry felt himself recoiling from her. He knew 
that he wasn't doing what his mother had suggested. 

"If you don't mind," he continued, "I could just pull off my shirt and sit 
next to you." 

"Great." she answered. "And Henry, I was only fooling about the other kind." 

"You mean you don't have a fence?" he asked, not realizing that she was 
making a joke. 

"No silly. I mean about you going nude." she offered. 

Henry followed her outside into the noon day sun. He hadn't realized how hot 
it was when he was racing over to her house but now the full blast of solar 
heat warmed him. He gladly removed his shirt and wished that he had the 
nerve to remove the rest. 

Judy lay down on her chase lounge and motioned for him to take the one next 
to hers. 

He sat down next to her and the scent of her oil filled his nose. Its 
fragrant aroma had a curious, hypnotic effect. He studied her long legs and 
followed their length as they led to her stomach. He noticed that she was 
wearing a gold chain around her waist which serve to enhance the presence of 
her flat stomach. Henry found himself staring at her chain. He lowered his 
eyes to the bottom half of her scant bikini. He wondered what lay underneath 
that bit a blue fabric. 

"Henry." she said, breaking his trance."I'm very glad that you could come 
here today." 

"I'm glad that you asked me." 

"Thanks." she smiled. "I really must confess to you something." 

"What could you possibly have done?" he questioned. 

Judy Locke was a great general. As the master strategist that she was, she 
knew how to turn her surrender to an offensive weapon. 

"Well, I was planning to meet you for a long time." 

"So what's wrong with that?" he asked, reasoning that she must actually like 
him. 

"Nothing, but ... you see, I really like you ... " 

Henry felt a smile forming on his face. 

"And though there's nothing wrong with that, it was the way that I arranged 
to meet you that was." 

"What do you mean?" Henry quizzed, not caring how she tricked him. 

"Well," she continued. "Yesterday's meeting was no accident. I arranged to 
meet you like that for weeks." 

"Hey, don't feel badly. I am very flattered that someone like you could be 
interested in me." Henry offered, trying his best to act as if his wasn't 
about to jump in the air with tire excitement that he was feeling. 

Judy had practiced her blush long enough to know that it should have 
blossomed into full bloom. 

"I hope that you won't be angry with me," she stated, laying another snare 
for her prey. 

"I'm not angry." he put his arm around her. 

"Really?" 

"Really." he said as sincerely as he could. 

"Then we can be friends?" she asked. 

"We are, already." a confident Henry answered. 

"Good." she kissed him lightly on the lips. "Because that's what I want us 
to be, good friends." 

"Me too," Henry replied, his heart racing away. She didn't know how 
friendly. 

Judy opened her purse and took out a long, thin, handmade cigarette. She 
placed it into her mouth and offered her new friend some of her wares. 

Henry had spent enough years in a big city high school to recognize the 
sweet, pungent smell of a Marijuana joint being lit. He had often wanted to 
sample the enticing smoke but he had never been given the chance to do so 
before. 

He watched as Judy pulled the lighted match from the tip of the joint and 
inhaled the sweet smoke for the first time. She breathed in the noxious 
fumes and closed her eyes to better savor the favor. 

Judy's taste buds came alive with the sweet taste of the pot. She felt the 
smoke travel down to her lunges and she allowed dulling effects of the pot 
to linger longer as she held in her breath for what seemed like hours. 
Finally, she exhaled the fumes. She brought the tip of the joint to her lips 
and sucked in the air which filtered through the tip. Again, she could feel 
her entire body filling with the unique effects that came from swallowing 
the smoke. She held her breath until she could feel her aching lungs ready 
to burst and exhaled the smoke into the air. 

Henry found himself becoming curious to taste the pot. After all, no one 
could see him from behind the fence. He watched enviously, as Judy enjoyed 
the smoke. When she finally offered the burning ember his way, he heard her 
voice. It was raspier than it was before. 

"Light up, Henry. Let's toast our friendship!" she said as she passed the 
joint his way with a smile. 

He took the joint into his hand. He felt its weight. He was surprised to 
find that it weighed the same as a regular cigarette would. Somehow, he 
always imagined that it would be heavier. He brought the grass to his mouth 
and inhaled deeply. The sweet smoke filled his lungs and he quickly coughed 
it back out again. 

Judy, trying to help her friend, pounding his back. 

"First time?" she asked. 

His coughing answered her question. 

"Don't worry. This happens to everyone the first time that they smoke a 
joint." she stated. 

Henry could feel his lungs mercifully clearing. 

"Don't worry, Henry. All that happened is that you tried to take too much in 
at one time. Here," she took the joint from his hands. "Watch me." 

Henry watched as his friend brought the glowing object to her full lips. 
They parted slightly to allow the entrance of the joint. He noticed how he 
stomach lifted slightly as she pulled in the fumes of the grass. As she 
exhaled, he watched a tiny drop of perspiration travel down from her 
silkened, oiled ribs and, aided by the constriction of her stomach as it 
returned to its original position, down her flattened belly. 

Her belly reflected the rays of the sun. Her brown flesh filled his eyes as 
he could feel the lump he was feeling filling his pants. The desire was 
starting to build and he didn't know what he was going to do. 

She offered the joint to him again. 

"Here. Now that you watched me, you're an expert." she said through her 
raspy tones. 

Henry took the cigarette from her tanning fingers and brought it to his 
mouth. Slowly, more carefully, he inhaled the pungent fumes. He felt the 
smoke glide down his throat and float through to his lungs. He held in his 
breath for awhile and slowly allowed it to escape from his lips. 

"Well, how do you like it." she asked. "Why don't you try it again?" 

Henry repeated the same process that he followed before. Again, he could 
feel his body fill with smoke. Judging from the tingling sensations that 
were centering in his spine, he thought that the dope was taking effect. 

"Wow," he exclaimed. "Why haven't I ever tried this before?" 

"I bet there's a lot of things that you never did before." Judy let slip out 
of her mouth. 

"Dammit!" she thought, "I hope that I don't scare him off. 

"You should only know the half of it." Henry offered. He was amazed at the 
frankness of his words. 

"Henry, would you pass the joint back to me? I want to show you a trick." 
she asked as he found himself returning the joint. 

"Come closer." she asked. 

He leaned closer to her mouth. 

He watched as she placed the lit end of the joint into her mouth. She placed 
her fingers around his neck and brought him closer to her. She blew the 
smoke from the other end of the joint it came shooting out into his nose. 

Henry inhaled the fumes through his nose. He felt the effects of the smoke. 
His brain was spinning and he felt free of all inhibitions. 

Judy removed the burning tip from her mouth. 

"There's one other trick that I wanted to show you ... " her words were cut 
off as she place the proper end of the cigarette into her mouth. 

Henry watched as her stomach swelled with the rapid influx of air. He saw 
her lips, minus the joint, near his. He felt her soft lips pressing against 
his. The marijuana had made him more receptive to the pressure from her 
lips. She parted his lips with her tongue and forced the smoke that had been 
filtering through her lungs, into his opened mouth. 

At first, Henry had been caught off guard by this sudden move, but now he 
could feel the smoke that had been ripening in her body mix within him. He 
exhaled their smoke and allowed her tongue entrance into his mouth. He had 
never felt anything as fantastic as the feeling he was having now. He wished 
that this feeling could go on forever. 

Her snake like tongue slithered across the roof of his mouth and played with 
the interiors of his cavity. Her taste, mixed with the unique taste left in 
his mouth, was enrapturing. 

"I like this trick better than the first one." he said. 

"Are you happy that I tricked you into coming here?" she asked. 

"Oh yes." he lowered his lips upon hers. 

"Would you like to rub some oil on me?" she asked. "I'll do the same for 
you." 

Henry could feel his erect cock jump out of his pants as his mind played his 
fantasies before his brain. He hoped, prayed that she would do what he hoped 
she would. 

Judy sat back on the chase lounge. Her oily, sinewy belly pointing up at 
him. She brought her hand to her cleavage and unsnapped the hook that was 
holding the top half of her bikini tightly to her chest. She separated the 
cups of her bra with her slender fingers to reveal her small breasts to 
Henry's view. 

Henry saw the offering that Judy had made and he knew that dreams do come 
true. His eyes fixed on her small, firm tits. They pointed their nipples 
directly to his brain, invitingly. 

He saw them and in his mind they invited him to sample them. Henry brought 
his lips to her nipple and savored the texture the her hardening raisin. The 
taste was unbelievable, he couldn't believe this was happening. 

He lifted his lips from her tit and gazed into her smiling face. The warm 
glow that she radiated reminded him of his mother, as he unscrewed the top 
of her tanning oil. He poured a generous portion of the oil into his palm. 
He put the bottle down beside his legs and brought his hand over her erect 
flesh. 

The oil, which had been sitting in the sun and was warm, covered the tip of 
her tit, sending tremors of glorious sensations throughout her body. Her 
cunt tingled with anticipation as he moved his hands in a circular motion 
over her nipple. He greased her searing point, with his well oiled palm and 
she gasped out a rushing of air. 

Judy dropped her hands to the two buttons which held the panty part of her 
suit together. She slipped her fingers beneath the snaps and undid them. She 
pulled her bikini pants off, and parted her legs. 

Henry brought the bottle of oil above her smoldering skin. He poured a 
generous amount in a straight line. Bringing the line of oil down from her 
neck, between her breasts, past her stomach and to the beginning of her 
tight, black fur. He let the capped bottle fall to the floor and he brought 
both of his hands into play. The indescribable sensations that his 
fingertips were experiencing translated to his groin in waves of on-rushing 
blood. He could feel his cock swell with his full manhood, as he let his 
hands roam freely over the length of her beautiful body. He could not 
believe what was happening, but he knew he liked it. 

The intake of the grass before, had let Judy receive the entire spectrum of 
sensations that she was feeling. Her glistening body melted under the oily 
touch of her new friend. She heard her breath sharpen rapidly. Her pussy was 
filling with fluids. 

She reached down and unzipped Henry's pants. As soon as his fly was opened, 
his cock popped out like a Jack-in-the-box. Judy found the bottle of oil in 
her hands. She lifted the lid from the bottle and emptied the contents into 
her palm. She brought her slick fingers over the entire length of his shaft 
as he continued to massage her with his hands. 

Henry closed his eyes as Judy lubricated his meat with the oil. She brought 
her hands up and down his shaft, lengthening his erection by two inches. 

"Fuck me," she pleaded. 

"Oh yeah," she didn't have to ask twice. 

Henry mounted her with his oily muscle and eased it into its target. He 
heard her pant slightly, as he found a comfortable position on the small 
chase. 

The chair creaked as the two well oiled bodies met in sensual bliss. 

"Creak ... creak" was the sound that it made as Henry moved on top of this 
beauty and as the head of his cock started to throb. Then he plunged his 
pile driver into her tunnel of love. 

"Oh Henry!" Judy gasped as he found the correct tempo of her pelvic 
response. 

She felt her entire pussy fill with his manhood. She knew that it was worth 
waiting for her man. It had been a long, enduring battle, but now Judy was 
savoring the spoils of her victory. She grabbed a pillow from the chair that 
he had been sitting in and placed it under her back. Using this for 
leverage, Judy could accept more of his huge member. 

Henry felt himself entering her more deeply than before. He wondered what 
this wonderful women was doing to him. He felt her pussy's velvet caress as 
she tightened the muscles of her cunt around the meat of his cock. 

Henry pounded her pussy with his well hardened cock until he thought that he 
would black out from the effort. The heat the two had caused made a bead of 
sweat drip into his eyes. The sweat brought a blanket of darkness to his 
sight. He could feel, sense more now that his eyes were temporarily blind. 
He could feel the sperm burning in the tip of his cock. It pressured him to 
release them. 

Judy felt a thousand pins prick her organ with each new thrust of his point. 
She could feel herself coming as she felt the first eruption of his cock 
spurt into her. Instinctively, she fastened her fucking to meet his climax. 
They both stated pumping like mad. 

"I'm coming!" Henry shouted. 

His cream shot from his cannon in hot flares of force, his eyes tighten, as 
he felt his prick explode again and again. 

"I'm coming." he repeated. 

The force of his orgasm ignited Judy's clit. 

"I can feel it!" she cried. 

Judy drove her pussy into his prick. She felt the delicious fullness of his 
meat full her liquid labia. Her own climax brewed rapidly. She could feel 
her clit building to the breaking point. She drowned in sensations as the 
first tidal wave of the climax surfaced. 

Losing all control, the greased gladiators pumped and gripped each other. 
Their moans echoed through the porch, sending their sensual message into the 
deserted street. 

Henry felt his cock exploding as he gasped for air. He felt lost in the 
ocean of feelings. The effects of the pot were such that, his creaming cock 
loaded her cunt with jism and his brain soared with sensations. 

As the last blows entered her pussy, Judy felt totally released. She had 
given herself totally to the waves of emotion that their fucking had 
produced. She felt his plunging cease and she took a deep breath of air. She 
was coming down off their joint ride and back to earth. She closed eyes as a 
wondrous sense of euphoria swept her away. 

For what seemed like hours, the two slick bodies lay in each other's arms. 
They had long since separated and were gliding slowly down. Henry opened his 
eyes slowly and took in the full beauty of his partner. She looked like an 
angel to him. He thought, in spite of her dark hair, this could be his 
mother here. Although visually, the two were dissimilar, they really didn't 
look alike but there was a quality they both had that started to produce 
just exactly the feelings that this girl produced for him were the same. 
They both made him feel secure, warm and protected. Judy's eyes opened and 
he felt their presence instantly. 

Judy reached up to him and kissed him lightly on the mouth. 

"Hi." she stated breathlessly. "How do you feel?" 

He smiled. "Like I'm in heaven." 

"That's strange." 

"Why?" he sounded puzzled. 

"Because some of the things that we just did, broke every commandment in the 
book," she laughed. 

Henry wrapped his thick arms around her and pressed her naked body into his. 
He could feel her body quiver as she laughed. 

He kissed her warmly. 

He felt as if he could finally relate to a women. 

 CHAPTER SIX 

Susan had dressed and combed her hair. Her thoughts drifted off the actions 
that had recently transpired. 

"I guess we're even now." she thought to herself and smiled. 

She wondered how her relationship with her husband might change now that she 
felt that they were equal. He had certainly gotten the best of her in their 
bedroom the day before, but she could feel his dominance over her wane, as 
he pulled his cock from her in the bathroom this morning. 

She started to look in on her daughter, Ellen. She advanced several steps in 
that direction but thought better of it when she reached the door. 

"It sounded as if she had gotten in really late, last night and maybe I 
should just let her sleep." she thought. 

Susan walked down the stairs leading to the kitchen thinking of what she 
could do with the day. She would not just sit around waiting for George to 
come home. Of that, she was certain. Perhaps she could call on her neighbor, 
Tammy Harrington. 

Susan entered the closet and took her coat off the hanger. It was a light, 
thin leather jacket which was perfect for the weather that they had been 
having lately. The weather was really beautiful, but still, you needed 
something, just in case it turned cold. 

Her brisk steps brought her to the picket fence outside the Harrington farm, 
in several minutes. She lifted the latch off the lock and entered onto the 
grounds. 

"Where's Michael." she thought. "It was strange not to see him working on 
the farm on a Saturday." her thoughts continued. 

She walked up to the door and beat the knocker harshly. She really wanted to 
see her friend, just to relax and have a cup of coffee, maybe, just maybe, 
she might forget awhile. The loud contact between iron and wood gave off a 
wicked sound that rang through the house. 

"Tammy. It's me, Susan." 

After a short pause in which she returned the knocker to the door, she heard 
the rapid footsteps of her neighbor nearing the door. Susan saw the door 
open and a haggard, Tammy standing in the vestibule. 

"Hi." Tammy greeted. 

"Hi." Susan responded, eager to ask her friend about her condition. 

Tammy lead her friend into the house and the two good friends sat next to 
each other on the couch. 

"Tammy, I hate to sound as if I'm being nosey but, are you alright?" 

"Sure." she answered, trying to be cheerful, but not too convincingly. 

Tammy wanted to tell her friend what happened, but she wasn't sure how she 
would react. After all, George did have his cock in her mouth and she didn't 
exactly spit it out. 

"Tammy, I know that something is wrong. Why don't you tell me? Maybe I could 
help." she said as she took her friend's hand. 

"No. I'm alright. I just feel a little under the weather." 

"Are you sure?" 

"Yes." 

Tammy's hand tighten hard on Susan's. Susan knew that her friend was lying. 
"Why didn't she want to tell me?" Susan thought. "What could have happened 
that was so wrong that she could be embarrassed to tell me." 

Susan ran the intimate knowledge that she had interrelated with Tammy. They 
had openly discussed their abortions, lovers, sexual problems, marriage 
problems and even the problem that Tammy was having with her sterility. 

"Listen to me, hon." Susan said. "Whatever is wrong, and I can tell that 
something is wrong, you can tell me. After all, haven't we discussed 
everything with each other." 

Tammy looked into her friend's pretty face. It had a halo of warmth 
surrounding it that made Tammy feel that she could open up to her. She knew 
that there was nothing she had to be worried about with her friend. 

"Alright, but don't forget, you asked me to tell you." She felt the tears 
welling up in her eyes as the words leaked from her mouth. 

"Listen, after all we've been through, just don't worry." Susan offered. 

Susan took a firm grasp of her friend's hand and prepared to tell her what 
happened. 

The words began to flow slowly from Tammy's lips. 

"Last night ... I was just cooking ... you know, and I was trying to save 
the roast. Well, it was late and I was worried because Mike had never come 
home that late before. Suddenly, in he comes, all in a rage because of that 
guy, you know, the one that works for you?" 

"Manuel." Susan started to sense the worst. 

"That's right, Manuel. Mike was screaming about me and Manuel. That's all I 
could make out because he was drunk, 'Manuel' he kept on shouting." 

Susan felt her beating heart pounding in her chest as her friend continued 
her story. She hoped that she would be wrong, but somehow she felt that 
George's name would enter the story soon. 

"Suddenly, he grabs me and George ... " Tammy realized that the rest of her 
story would be even more difficult to say. 

Susan heard the rest of her friend's words but they didn't register in her 
mind. As Tammy's tale slowly unfolded, Susan's heart started to quicken, and 
she started to think, her mind flashed the pictures of George and Tammy. 
With the fury that he was feeling toward women, she felt sorry for her 
friend. She knew that Tammy would not lead George on, but she also knew that 
George was out to punish all women through her. 

"Oh Tammy, I'm so sorry." Susan said as she drew her friend closer to her. 
"Don't worry, I'm sure that you did nothing to provoke their assault." 

"I'm so glad that you understand. They were so strong and it happened so 
fast ... " Tammy's voice melted into tears. She held Susan's body tightly to 
hers. 

Susan's feeling of sorrow suddenly switched to feelings of anger. 

"George had gotten to her. He had done her in," her vengeance seeking mind 
thought. "I must get even with him." 

"Tammy, you said that they both attacked you?" 

Tammy shock her head. 

"Well George did the same to me, too." 

"Are you serious? Men can be such animals." 

"They can also be such ignorant fools." 

"What do you mean?" 

"When it comes to pleasing a women, they think that they must first 
brutalize their bodies." 

Susan stood in front of the couch. She pulled off her thin jacket and placed 
it on the place beside her friend. 

"Let me show you what George did to me." Susan said as she opened her 
blouse. 

Tammy's eyes fixed on her friend's fingers as they slowly unfastened the 
first of four buttons that held her from her view. The first and second 
buttons were undone and Tammy saw the slightest hint of the cleavage that 
she was so envious of. 

Susan opened her blouse and revealed the wicked welt that George had 
inflicted upon her nipples. 

"He did this with his hands." Susan said as she teasingly brought her tits 
up to Tammy's face. 

"Does it still hurt?" 

"They're still very sensitive to the touch." she said as she brought her 
friend's fingers up to their points. "They still hurt me over here and 
here." 

Tammy felt the soft mounds of flesh. She had never felt the skin of another 
women's breast and these massive boobs felt very pleasing to her. 

"Ow!" Susan faked. "You have to be very careful not to hurt me." 

Tammy had been hypnotized but the size and shape of her friend's tits. She 
did not remember squeezing them so hard. She didn't want her friend to get 
the wrong idea and she felt her face blushing with redness. 

"What's wrong?" she asked. 

She knew that the tension was building in Tammy and she intended to increase 
her sensation through her shame. She wanted Tammy to know that she was 
touching her breasts. She wanted Tammy to enjoy it. 

With all of the knowledge that the two had exchanged about sex, Susan knew 
that her friend had never been with one of her own genre before. She had 
neglected to tell Tammy of her experiences with her own lesbian lover, that 
summer in college. She was only sixteen then, although she had developed 
fully and she was swimming with her best friend at the time, Joyce Evens. 
Joyce was a fun person to be with and they often avoided the usual Friday 
night dates to hang out together. 

This one evening after school, they found each other examining the 
difference in the way that they were developing. Although Susan was very big 
and full, Joyce was slim and small. They fondled each other and ended up the 
evening in a glorious sixty-nine, which resulted in Susan's first 
acknowledged orgasm. 

Susan thought of that evening as she lead Tammy's fingers on an exploration 
of the surface of her breasts. She glided them over the points of her 
nipples and bought them around the pink outline surrounding her nipples. 

Tammy felt herself enjoying the experience that Susan was leading her 
through. It was a welcome change to feel the softness of a woman's flesh 
after she had been brutally creamed by her two attacker's hard pricks the 
evening before. The softness of her skin was very pleasing, and she knew she 
liked it. 

Tammy felt as if she would like to taste the mounds of flesh that hung 
before her mouth. Slowly, she advanced her lips. 

"If Susan reacts strangely to this, I'll pretend that I was just trying to 
help her." Tammy thought as she pursed her lips upon the pink flesh. 

Susan looked down at her friend. 

"If George could get her, then I must have her too." Susan felt. 

She felt her friend tentatively kiss the points of her breast. When she 
didn't receive any discouragement, Susan felt Tammy's lips part and her 
soft, wet tongue lick lovingly at her tits. She closed her eyes as her 
friend's tongue cleansed her of her last feelings of pain. 

Tammy let her tongue roam over the tip of her tits. She felt the point of 
the nipple raise and harden. Gently, she brought her teeth down on the 
building object. She heard Susan gasp. 

"Come with me." Susan suggested as she lead her friend's hands to the floor. 

She pulled Tammy on top of her and advanced her lips to meet her friend's. 
Hungrily, their mouths met in a heated kiss. Tammy's lips parted to allow 
the welcome entrance of Susan's tongue. Susan darted her dart playfully 
against her lover's. She let her tastes mix with her juices. 

Tammy let her tongue just dance with Susan's. She followed her lead, as 
their tongues flicked together. She had never tasted another woman before 
and she wanted more. 

Susan let her hands slide down her friend's body. Through the thin shirt 
that she was wearing, she could feel every contour, every rib in her back. 
She pulled the shirt up from her waist. Tammy responded by lifting her 
stomach so that the shirt could travel rapidly up her frame. Without ever 
removing her tongue form her mouth, Susan lifted the tee shirt over her 
breasts. Tammy's small, firm points wiggled out of their container and 
hugged snugly against Susan's more massive mounds. The touching of soft 
flesh to soft flesh, was uniquely feminine. Tammy's entire brain centered on 
the sensations that her nipples were feeding her. The pleasurable sensations 
that she felt were driving her to want to explore more. 

Susan broke their kiss long enough to finish removing the shirt from Tammy's 
back. She glimpsed the thin, though well conditioned tone of the other 
woman's body as it was lowered against her own. 

"Oh Susan," Tammy moaned. "I need you so badly." 

Susan's lowered her mouth onto her friend's. Their full lips met again. As 
they were kissing body, Susan moved her hands towards the running shorts 
that her friend was wearing. The black cotton shorts slid easier off her 
silkened rear. Susan felt that her friend was not wearing any panties as she 
separated the two mounds of her ass. She gripped them tightly as she 
advanced her index finger to the circumference of her hole. She massaged it 
gently, getting it ready for her entry. 

Susan heard Tammy gasp with pleasure as she inserted her finger into her 
awaiting hole. 

"Mike had done this to her before, but never with such understanding." Tammy 
thought. 

She sighed as her friend expertly glided her fingers into and out of her 
ass. She bit down softly on Susan's lower lip. 

Turned on to an even greater extent by her partner's reactions, Susan 
ventured her hand toward Tammy's pulsating pussy. She felt Tammy's pelvis 
rise as her hand moved toward its destination. 

Tammy continued to feel the rapturous waves of delight coming from her 
friend's expertly placed performance in her well, as she felt a new orifice 
of her body being invaded. Lovingly, she felt Susan slide a finger into her 
cunt. She felt her juice oozing out of her every pore to welcome this 
visitor. 

Tammy's cunt began to dance on the end of her friend's fingers as she felt 
another and still another slim stick enter into her hole. She was 
experiencing two very different feelings at once, when her cunt rose upward 
in response to her fingers, Susan's other set of five, drove more deeply 
into her ass. It was a tender mixture of pleasure and pain and Tammy blessed 
them both. 

Susan drove her hands in like a double headed prick. She fucked both of her 
friend's hole simultaneously. She was doing the job that both of the men did 
the night before! A sense of pride in a job well done filled Susan. She 
drove her friend further to an even more frenzied state. 

"Let me do you!" Tammy exclaimed between gasps. 

Susan slide her fingers from Tammy's openings and allowed Tammy's starved 
mouth to drink in the fullness of her breast. Her lips quenched themselves 
thirstily on her nipples. She brought the two of them together and licked 
them both, wildly. 

Tammy lowered her lips to Susan's flat belly. She let her lips lavish 
themselves on her deep, perfectly round button. She slid her tongue into her 
hole and felt Susan's body squirm beneath her mouth. 

Her fingers opened the fastener of Susan's pants and slid down her zipper. 
Susan lifted her ass to allow Tammy to remove her pants. Tammy gazed at the 
long, luscious legs of her neighbor and her stained panties. They were wet 
with the juices that Tammy needed to drink! 

Like a person who hadn't eaten for weeks, Tammy tore the panties off of 
Susan. She parted her legs and felt Tammy's liquid tongue lap at her pussy 
juices. 

Tammy parted the lips of her cunt and saw a slight bulging of rich red flesh 
jutting out at her. She gripped the flesh in her teeth and gnawed at it like 
the last piece of meat on a drumstick of a turkey. 

"Christ, that feels good." Susan cried. 

The encouragement was all that Tammy needed. She totally engulfed the juicy 
clit in her mouth. Her tongue tenderly played with its tip. She heard 
Susan's loud panting and it made the pounded of her desires register in her 
heart. As she was sucking at her clit, she inserted two of her fingers into 
Susan's hot cunt. She felt Susan's flesh leap as she fingered the interiors 
of her tunnel. 

"My ass, too." Susan begged. 

Susan raised the cheeks of her behind and she felt the probing of Tammy's 
fingers at the entrance of her hole. She dropped her ass quickly, forcing 
her friend's fingers into her. Susan screamed with delight as the fingers 
reamed her ass. 

Surprised at the suddenness of the entrance, but nonetheless delighted, 
Tammy continued her sucking, fingering and prodding. 

She had never taste a woman before. It was a strange and new taste. As 
Susan's deliciously generous cunt sprayed her mouth with its cream, she 
savored each drop. At first, she found the taste to be disconcerting, but 
now she found it to be the rarest of natural wines. She swallowed every last 
drop that she could find with her fingers and lips. She felt drunk with 
passion as she felt Susan turn her body. 

Susan positioned herself so that she could both give and receive. In a 
djvu of the evening many summers in the past, Tammy opened her thighs to 
allow Susan complete entry. 

Susan lapped at Tammy's juices in the same way that her friend was doing to 
her. The electricity of their sensual contact brought shocks to both of the 
conductors. They were both lost in their feelings and senses as they drown 
in the realm of tastes and smells that they were savoring. 

Simultaneously, their lips cried out with their mutual orgasm. Amongst pants 
and cries they embraced each other tightly. Each trying to transmit to the 
other, the excitement that they had brought. 

When Susan felt her sensations slowly ebbing, she looked into Tammy's eyes 
and knew that she owned her. She had chopped another inch off of her 
husband's dominance! 

Back in their house, Ellen's tired eyes opened to face the day. Slowly, she 
bent to see the face of the clock. She couldn't believe it when she read: 

2:00 P.M. 

As the digital clock blazed its message into her eyes, Ellen wondered how 
she could have been so foolish as to allow herself to so grossly oversleep. 

She attempted to get out of her bed, but every muscle in her body ached with 
the pain that James had so lavishly administered with his body. Ellen's lips 
smiled against the pain of her aching body, as she flashed a rerun of their 
marathon fucking that had left her so achingly laid up. 

"Ow!" her back cried its painful message to her lips. 

Carefully, she pulled her beaten body off of her mattress. 

"God, do I ache," she thought. 

As she tried to walk to the bathroom, she found out that the pain in her 
legs and back were minor compared to the searing sensations that her over 
worked loins were sending. She inched to the steps leading to the downstairs 
and repeated her statement of the night before. 

"I'd swear I was fucking a gorilla." 

When she said that to James during their good night kiss, his face lit up 
like a thousand Christmas trees. For a novice in the methods of love, James 
had handled himself, and her, very well. 

She thought of him as she lowered herself, one step at a time toward the 
kitchen. After what seemed to her like years, she reached her destination. 
She pushed the doors of the kitchen opened and entered the room. Inching 
toward the refrigerator, she grabbed a glass. She opened the refrigerator 
doors and removed a container of orange juices. She poured herself a glass 
and lowered herself into a chair. 

After several moments of switching her positions in the chair to find the 
least painful one, Ellen reached for the glass of vitamin C. 

The cool orange liquid flowed through her mouth and brought her taste buds 
back to life. She had a terrible taste of blood in her mouth. She guessed 
that her evening of cock sucking had caused her gums to bleed. As the juice 
washed down her throat, she had to laugh to herself, as she began to find 
herself and her thoughts again turned to James. 

"A country boy. A little slow. Not all that great looking," she 
rationalized. She thought a few more moments about the negative aspects of 
her newest lover and then she smiled. In spite of everything, or because of 
it, she found that she had cared a great deal for him. 

She downed the remaining drops of her juice and gingerly rose from the 
table. She walked to the bathroom and enter it. Ellen remembered what she 
had looked like in her friend Gloria's mirror and decided that it would be 
best to take a shower before braving such an experience again. 

She pulled back the curtains and turned the knob of the shower. Its water 
spray into the tub rapidly and the steam from the hot water filled the room. 
Within seconds, the thick, hot fog made the visibility in the room 
difficult. 

Pulling off her Baby Doll pajamas, she stretched out her aching body. 

"A hot shower was all that I needed." she thought. 

Approaching the house from the outside, was George Kilmer. His mind was 
dazed with the combination of depression, anger and alcohol. He had gone to 
the bar to receive his strength and his mission was an obvious success, he 
was drunk. 

He swaggered up the steps to the house and entered the doorway. He called 
out the name of his wife but he found there was no reply. "Where the hell 
was she?" 

George carefully placed his steps on the rug. He wanted to be certain not to 
fall again. He had bruised his calf on a rock outside of the bar when he was 
leaving and he did not want that to happen again. 

Ellen entered the hot shower and basked in the glorious water. Her flesh 
received the heated liquid with a sigh of relief. Ellen raised her arms to 
the ceiling and stretched her muscles to the limit. The effects of the water 
had allow her tightened shoulders to loosen up and Ellen found that she was 
feeling better. 

The sound of the on-rushing water blocked out any other noises in the house. 
Her father's loud cries of, "Susan, Susan" went unnoticed by her ears. Ellen 
closed her eyes and her ears to everything but the sounds of calming water 
and thoughts of her night with James. He was really going to be a good 
lover. 

George wandered about the house looking for his vengeful wife. He didn't 
know what he would do to her when he saw her, but he was quite sure that she 
would have to be made to understand that she couldn't push him around. 

"Fucking bitch!" he cried. 

He remembered that a good stiff prick up the ass had brought her to her 
knees before and maybe that would do it again. 

"Fucking bitch," he cried again. 

The alcohol made him feel as strong as he did last night when he and 
Harrington had done in his unfaithful slut. 

"Another one that had to be taught a lesson." he thought angrily. 

He walked up the steps to their bedroom hoping to find her there. He took 
the steps and paused one a moment upon the landing. Through his glassy eyes, 
he surveyed the area. 

"No one up here." he said. "Maybe she's not home now." he reasoned. 

George started to enter his bedroom when he thought that he heard the sounds 
of the shower running. 

"Is that slut still in the shower?" his heart pounded wildly as his brain 
leapt to the conclusion. "She's in the shower, hoping to make a fool out of 
me again!" George raced down the steps to the kitchen bathroom. 

Ellen was soaping up her arms, enjoying the comforting waves of wetness that 
bathed her. She rinsed off her arm and brought the soap to her breast. 

"I don't really want to wash off his lips." she thought smilingly. "But a 
guess he'll come to visit me again." 

Ellen wondered what James was doing right then. "I'll bet that he's calling 
up all of his friends and telling them about his exploits." She laughed as 
she pictured his friend, Jumbo's pudgy little face turning red with 
excitement as he began to feel his cock, and his pudgy little hands jerking 
off his little prick as James described the scene. His hands jerking his 
three inch prick as he grew more and more excited, with each of the details 
that he heard exactly as James described every segment of their fucking to 
him. 

"I bet that fat dog never had a girl yet," she pleasantly conjectured. 

She brought the soap in big circles, working up a mountainous lather. She 
washed her makeup off her face and stepped into the full force of the water. 
She felt great as the warm water wash over her. She lowered the soap to her 
resting cunt and began to wash the remains of James semen and her juices 
from her. When the last remains of jism had swam down the pipes, Ellen 
reached for her shampoo. She emptied the remaining contents of the clear 
bottle into her hands and returned the empty-container to the window shelf. 

George pressed his ears to the door of the bathroom. He heard the shower 
running loudly in the room. 

"So she is in there, the bitch." he thought. "Well this time, I'll be 
ready." he continued. 

George ripped off the old army jacket that he had been wearing and threw it 
to the floor. In rapid succession he stripped off his shirt and pants. When 
he removed his last remaining sock, he was ready for action! 

Ellen had worked up a rather large head of lather in her hair. For a moment, 
she pretended to be doing a shampoo commercial that she had seen on 
television. She pulled her soapy head up and became an Egyptian princess. 
She was continuing her fantasies when a portion of the stingy soap entered 
into her eyes. Immediately, she emerged her head into the water. She closed 
her eyes tightly as the water rushed the soap from her head. 

Ellen couldn't see the knob of the door turn. She couldn't see the door 
opening. She never saw her father's hairy palm pull the curtain back. 

In his drunken condition, George thought that Ellen, his daughter, was his 
wife. Even a sober man might have trouble telling the difference between 
these two from the rear. They both had long blonde hair and they both shared 
the same rounded figure that show itself to George's angry eyes. 

"Bitch!" Susan heard a man's voice cry. 

She turned to the area that she thought the voice came from, but her eyes 
were covered in shampoo lather and she could not see. She felt a strong 
grasp close around her waist and pull her from the shower. 

"Oh no." she cried in shock to her unknown assailant. 

"I should kill you." the voice shouted. "But I have something better than 
that in mind for you." 

George dragged the wet body of his daughter from the tub and threw her to 
the floor. He flung his naked body on top of her and pinned her to the 
floor. All the while calling her a bitch. 

"You love it!" he cried. "And know you're going to get it." 

Ellen swung wildly with her arms and legs. She still couldn't clear her 
eyes, but she tried to land a blow to her attacker's balls. 

George answered her defensive attempts with a hard fist crashing to her jaw. 
He heard her whimper with the landing of the blow. The impact of the blow, 
caused the wet body beneath him to go limp. 

George spread the legs and reached between his own legs to his cock. His 
meat sprang to attention and pointed it anger toward his daughter's 
defenseless loins. 

"You wanted it, and now you'll get it," he repeated his threat. 

He rammed his rock hard meat into her. Ellen thought that her body would 
give in under the huge weight of the man who was violating her. She felt the 
air being crushed out of her lungs, as this awful creature who smelled of 
alcohol rammed his rod into her bruised pussy. She had tried not to resist 
because she fear a violent reprisal of the fists. 

George thought of the humiliation that Susan had put him through. "How 
fitting," he thought as he ripped her pussy with his hard raging cock. He 
was insane with lust and revenge, the alcohol only magnified the insanity 
that he felt in his heart. He began pumping very hard and fast with his 
lance. "How fitting to get my vengeance in the same room as she had gotten 
me." 

He forced his burning spear into her cunt with all the force that he could 
muster. There was no need for him to be gentle in his technique, he was 
fucking a castrating whore. He closed his eyes as he felt the juices of her 
cunt fill, making his raping so much more enjoyable. 

"That's right, baby." he said mocking her loins. "Get into it. Cause I'm 
getting into you." his laughter filled the room. 

Ellen hated herself for starting to join in the rhythm of his fuck. She was 
really trying to be totally passive in her receiving of his meat, but she 
found herself getting into the brutality of his actions. Her breathing 
became noticeably quicker, drawing in with his plunges and out with his 
pulling back. 

George noticed this change in her breathing and he felt her tunnel tighten 
upon his meat. 

"She loved it!" he thought. "I have won!" 

His engine racing with the thoughts of his conquest, George pounded home his 
cock to the finish line. He savored her writhing pussy and pushed his lips 
down on hers. 

Ellen didn't want to, but her lips responded to his. Her lips parted to 
allow the disgusting taste of his hundred proof saliva drool into her mouth. 
The vileness of his taste added to the dark pleasure that she felt. She 
really couldn't understand this feeling. 

George plunged his tongue hungry for her passion, into her awaiting mouth. 
He relished the fact that she was now, totally in her control. He let his 
saliva into her mouth and he felt her freely drink it down. He bit her lower 
lip and he tasted her blood. He let the taste of her blood flow across his 
gums. He sucked it up in his mouth and then spit in back into hers. 

Ellen found herself savoring the taste of her own blood. Somehow it fit the 
moment perfectly. She could still not open her eyes, as she felt his rod 
fill her hole again and again. 

George felt his sperm building in his cock. He wildly pounded at her. He 
would make her beg for more. He heard her cry out when he gave her his 
hardest thrusts. He felt himself coming but he didn't want himself to come 
in her cunt. 

With the memories out Tammy Harrington's cream coat face in his head, George 
pulled out his juicing meat. He aimed the head of his cock at her face and 
jerked off wildly, hoping to pump up his sperm. 

Ellen, felt a sense of lost as his cock slipped from her vaginal grasp. She 
felt panic and wanted more. She cursed herself for saying, "Please don't 
stop!" 

His laughter and mocking tones greeted her with his answer. Within seconds, 
his come shot from his rod landing its load squarely on target. He laughed 
with cruel delight as the spunk found it's make. 

Ellen felt the hot cream land on her face. She opened her mouth to catch the 
next thick white bomb. It landed in her mouth and she allow it to rest 
there. Again she felt the spraying of his hot spunk, for some reason she was 
starting to enjoy the feel of his jism on her face. This time, she felt the 
hot semen land on her eyes, making it that much more difficult to open them. 

George coated her open mouth with his come and relish in the victory that he 
was experiencing. His cannon shot another load onto her stained face and he 
relished in the swallowing of his load. 

He took his cock and lashed it in her face. His penis whipped her again. He 
watched as she opened her mouth and received his throbbing member. She 
licked every last drop of ooze from his cock. 

Ellen let the come filter down her throat. She had been raped; both 
physically and no matter how much she hated to think of it, mentally too. 
She let his cock slide, out of her mouth and she fell back to the floor. She 
rested there and waited to see if her humiliation would be over. She felt 
her attacker rise from her on she felt both relief and sorrow. For the first 
time, she noticed that the water was still running. 

George stood and left the bathroom. He closed the door and turned to the 
steps. He mounted them slowly. When he got to the top of the stairs he heard 
the door opening behind him. He turned to see who was about to enter, when 
he realized that he was nude. 

Even in his condition, George managed to make it to his room in time. He 
slammed the door behind himself and tried to gain a semblance of composure. 

"I have to try to cool it out," he really thought to himself while he pulled 
on a pair of his old army pants. "I showed that bitch, once and for all, I 
showed her who is boss." 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

James awoke from his beautiful dream to discover that it was true. He looked 
at the tan body lying in his arms and he knew that Judy Locke wasn't a 
dream. He remembered what they had done together and he couldn't control the 
smile that broke out on his face. "She was such a joy to be with." he 
thought as he thought about their afternoon. 

She had fucked him senseless and yet, when he thought of what they had done, 
he only remembered the warmth and tenderness in her that reminded him so 
much of his mother. 

He looked down at her sleeping figure and realized how beautiful she was. 
They had showered together to wash the oil and sweat from their bodies and 
the full, dark cover that the sun had produced, radiated from her flesh. 

Henry studied her hair as the rays of light that leaked from the window 
shades picked up the glimmering shine of her hair. He pulled in his breath 
and took in the full, fragrance of her. The strawberry shampoo that he 
laughingly coated her body in, was filling his pores and pleasing his 
senses. 

She was a truly remarkable vision. With her sleeping, relaxed form resting 
on his chest, Henry played their actions again and again in his mind. It was 
great and again he ran the afternoon over again in his mind. He saw her oily 
body glisten in the sun, as his hands played on her flesh. He studied every 
dark curve of her waist as he thought about the smooth, slick entrance of 
her lubricated pussy. 

The wetness was magnificent. 

He compared the visions of his dreams to the body that rested upon him now, 
in reality. She was every bit as desirable, every bit as enticing and she 
was real. He thought of the difficulty that he had always had with women. He 
recalled the problems that he had in even uttering the slightest, barest 
remark to a blonde or redhead. 

"Mary Speller." he thought. "She was something else." he reflected. 

His brain roamed to a different time and different place. He was back in the 
city. He was shy. He had trouble relating. He wanted, needed friends. He 
tried Mary. 

Mary Speller was an older girl who worked with his sister, Ellen in the ice 
cream parlor. The way that her pink and white uniform formed over her 
figure, Henry thought, she must have the most incredible body ever known. He 
use to think about her all the time and how she must look nude. 

The way that her tight little rear moved as she waited on the tables. The 
way that always took care of him when he came into the store. 

"It couldn't have been because Ellen was his sister and Mary was her 
friend," he still imagined. "That she always bent over and showed him her 
cleavage." 

"Besides," he thought. "Didn't she always give him an extra scoop of ice 
cream?" 

"That was always great," he remembered, "So why not, give it a shot." 

Henry thought himself silly to be thinking of thoughts and events that 
occurred so far in the past, but perhaps it was natural to think of past 
defeats when you had just experienced your ultimate victory. 

He returned to thoughts of his blonde Deliah. She always suggested to him 
that they should go out after she was finished working. One night, after a 
long and busy evening of work, Mary suggested that they take in a local 
party that a friend of hers was giving. 

"Oh come on," he remembered her saying, "your sister will be there too." 

After some gentle persuasion, Henry agreed to go. 

"But only for a little while." he remembered saying to her. 

They went to the party at her friend's house. Henry looked around the room 
and he remembered how silly he thought the people at the party were. Smoking 
pot, drinking, every guy trying to cop a feel, or grab some girl in the 
corner. Waiting for one to lean over, to look down the dress of every girl 
that entered the room. 

Henry recalled that the person that he both hated and feared the most, 
Mitchell Alvo was seated on the couch when they entered. As his luck would 
have it, Mitchell had wanted Mary for as long as anyone could remember. He 
had made a practice of beating up anyone who dared to try to date her. 

Mitchell Alvo was a large mass of a boy. He was far more taller and muscular 
then any of the other boys his age. He was practiced at the art of weight 
lighting and so his threats to stay away from Mary, even though she had only 
gone out with him once, were generally regarded as fact of death. He was 
insanely jealous and Henry, especially at that time, would be no match for 
him. 

Mitchell approached the pair and jabbed his finger into Henry's ribs. 

"Hey buddy!" he warned. "I'm not sure that you got my warning, but be sure 
that you understand it now, no one," he pointed his finger for emphasis, "no 
one, goes out with Mary be me!" 

"Listen Mitchell," Mary remarked. "I'll go out with anyone that I choose. 
And I don't choose you." 

Henry felt the tight fist of his massive competitor grip his shirt. 

"Look buddy, you got my message." he said. 

Mitchell released Henry and walked away from them. 

Judy Locke turned over on her side, temporarily breaking Henry's thoughts. 
He smiled at her as she opened her eyes. She smiled back at him and then 
returned to her sleep. Henry proudly noticed a smile forming on her face. 

"I wonder if she's thinking of me?" he asked himself. 

Henry was not thinking of Judy as he remembered Mary taking him out onto the 
porch of her friend's house. 

"Don't let that Mitchell bother you." Mary advised. "He thinks that he owns 
me." 

"Well maybe he has a right to think so." Henry offered, remembering the vise 
like grip of Mitchell's steel fists. 

"No. We just went out once." 

"Really." 

"Yeah." she said. "To hear him tell it, we did everything under the sun. All 
I did was kiss him good night." 

Henry remembered that they stayed out on the porch for several minutes. He 
also remembered that Mitchell's eyes glared at their every move. He felt 
like a cell under a microscope. 

He became panic stricken when Mary stood next to him. She rubbed the points 
of her chest into his and spoke very softly. 

"Henry, why is it that I know you for so long and that you never asked me 
out before?" 

All Henry could think about was Mitchell's piercing eyes witnessing how 
close she was to him. 

"Why don't we leave here?" she asked moving her hand to his crotch. 

Henry could feel the hands working at him. He also could feel his observer's 
eyes peering at him. 

It made him nervous to have someone stare. 

"Henry," she whispered, "have you ever gotten a blow job?" 

Henry could see Mitchell and he knew that he must have heard what they were 
saying. Now Henry knew that he couldn't but then, it was very different. 

"Mary, I think that I'd better be going. It's getting late." he blurted. 

"Are you kidding?" she laughed, not knowing the fear that he was feeling. 
Not understanding that he felt the fists of Mitchell Alvo more than he felt 
the stroking of her fingers on his cock. 

Henry just wanted to get away, He wanted to run and be left alone. It just 
wasn't worth all this worry. 

Listen Mary," he said pulling her hand off of him. "I really must go." 

Henry turned from her and started to leave. He opened the door of the house. 
Many of the people who knew that Mitchell might be waiting for him, turned 
in anticipation of the bloody spectacle that could ensue. 

Henry's pace quickened as he entered the room. He did not want to be caught 
by those fists. He ran past his sister, Ellen who had her lips firmly upon 
some boy that she had just met. 

"Henry, how's it going with Mary?" she asked. 

Henry kept moving through the crowded room. He was noticeably perspiring in 
great buckets of nervous tension. 

The back door flew open with a bang just as Mitchell entered the room. He 
had every intention of carrying out his threat on Henry. He thought that he 
would thrash him in front of everyone. He was sure that this would make 
certain that no one but him, would ever dare to go out with Mary again. He 
would be like the legendary "fast gun" whose reputation kept him from 
violence. He would be deemed a killer and Mary would choose him because he 
would be the only one to choose. 

Just as Mitchell made his first steps into the room, he saw Mary, with her 
usually pale face, was bright red. Her eyes were ablazed and she was raging. 

"If that bastard tried anything with her ... " Mitchell thought as Mary shot 
into the room after Henry like a bullet fired from a high powered rifle. 

Mary grabbed her object of rejection. 

"No one gets away with that kind of shit with me, buddy." she thought. 

Her words shot at Henry like molten lava. 

"What's the matter big boy, can't you get it up for me?" she screamed 
causing everyone in the room to watch. 

"What are you? Some kind of faggot?" she raged. 

She was hurt. She would make sure that Henry would be hurt too. Besides, he 
might tell someone that he had rejected her and then she would look bad. She 
had always lead Mitchell on because she thought that it made more desirous, 
to him and everyone else but now things were different. 

"Why don't you answer me?" she shouted. 

Henry couldn't believe that this was happening. First, he get's threatened 
and now, the very person who caused him to get into this precarious 
position, was making him feel ashamed. He wanted to say something back to 
her. He wanted to explain to her. He wanted to explain to everyone that she 
was lying. That he had left her, but he couldn't. Henry kept walking from 
her as she continued to fire her assault. 

"Come on big boy." Mary made her grand stand play. 

"Fuck me right here. Come on, I said FUCK ME RIGHT HERE!" 

Mary would make sure that everyone would want her after this night. Just as 
Henry was reaching the door, she tore the top of her uniform. Her large 
breast, being held by her restricting bra, pointed out the fine view of 
everyone. 

"Come on," she yelled. "Prove that you're not a fucking homo coward." 

Mary knew that at this point she had nothing to fear. She tore the front of 
her bra from her chest. She stood there, challenging Henry's manhood like a 
soul eating vampire. 

Mary flung her hair back in a rage and stared through Henry's skull. Her 
eyes were ablaze and her heavy panting caused her large, free breast to 
heave. She was a gladiator who was tasting victory and doing it before a 
packed house. 

Mitchell Alvo watched as he saw her breast sway with her breathing. He did 
not care that most of what she had said was probably false. He knew that he 
had frightened him off, but somehow, he really didn't care. Seeing Mary like 
this, made him realize that she had to be his. That was all he could think 
about and all he wanted. 

The other party goers watched in amazement, with their mouths agape as 
Ellen's brother left the room, his half naked accuser must be right. They 
would tell other's that he wasn't a man. 

Henry remembered slamming the door shut and cursing himself for the things 
that he had done. He knew that no one, not even his sister, would believe 
the real story now. 

"And what was the real story," he thought. "That I was a coward. Afraid of 
some big guy with a big mouth." 

He walked home that night, not knowing which story had done him the most 
harm: the fabrication of his sexual preference, or the real knowledge of his 
cowardness. 

Henry didn't talk to anyone at the school the next day. He could tell by 
their looks and their quiet voices to their friends, that they had heard 
what happened between Mary and he. 

Henry welcomed the move that his father suggested that next year. It got him 
away from all the false rumors that had spread. 

Henry smiled now at his past. He looked down at Judy's soft, friendly face 
and knew that that was all behind him now. So was his dependence on his 
mother. She had helped him last night to experience things that he wasn't 
sure that he would ever feel. She prepared him for what had happened between 
him and Judy, but he knew that with Judy, he would have no trouble relating. 
He knew that with Judy, everything would be fine. That nothing would or 
could go wrong. 

The soft pressure of Judy's lips on his chest, broke Henry of his past 
visions. She looked up to him and the look in his eyes told her that he was 
hers. 

"Good afternoon." he said. 

"Good afternoon." she repeated. 

"How are you feeling?" he asked. 

Judy sensed that his innocent question was not as innocent as it appeared. 
She knew by the length of time that it had taken her to finally get him, 
that Henry's feelings were extremely sensitive. He could be crushed if she 
didn't answer him right. 

"I feel great." she answered kissing him softly. 

Henry felt relieved. She would not betray him. 

"How do you feel?" she asked. 

"Fine. I feel perfectly fine ... now. As a matter of fact I feel GREAT." 

Michael Harrington came back to his house after he had completed his 
afternoon work. He entered his house and wondered what would be waiting for 
him when he got there. He had vague memories of what he had done to his wife 
last night. 

"How do I know that she did anything with Manuel?" he thought. "She never 
did admit to fucking him." 

He advanced several feet into the house. 

"The only thing that I'm sure of, is that I helped my wife give George 
Kilmer head." his feelings of remorse were drowning him. 

Harrington walked through the house searching for a sign of his wife's 
presence. 

"I hope that she didn't leave me?" he asked himself. 

With a growing panic building inside of him, he raced to the kitchen. He 
pushed open the doors and looked about the room. 

"Tammy." he called. 

Silence was the answer that he received. 

"Tammy!" he called out again. 

Silence, again greeted him with its response. 

Michael raced up the stairs to the bedroom. That was the last place that she 
could be. He opened the door and saw his wife lying nude beneath a sheet on 
the bed. He tiptoed toward her. 

Harrington soberly studied his wife's visage. 

"Was this the women that I accused, bound and judged last night?" he 
thought. "Surely she could not do anything wrong." 

Gently he tapped her on her shoulder. 

Tammy Harrington was just awakened by the loud screams of her husband's 
voice echoing from the kitchen. She decided that it would be best not to 
answer him. She would let him come to her. She no longer cared what he felt 
about her and Manuel. It was due to his error that she had been unfaithful. 

"Not error." she thought. "But his doing." 

She would let him come to her. Judging by the tension in his voice as he 
charged from room to room, she felt that he must have thought better of his 
actions the prior evening. 

She remembered that his eyes were starting to well up with waves of guilt 
ridden tears as he finally untied her from her bounds. She didn't say 
anything to him as he left this morning and she refused to say a word to him 
just last night. 

She had been forced to swallow the cream of two men last night and she would 
make her husband swallow more than that today. 

She pretended to be asleep when she heard Michael race into the room. She 
forced herself to hold back her smile as she heard him quietly approach her 
"sleeping" form. 

"Now he wants to be gentile." she thought. "But last night was a different 
story." 

Until last night, Tammy had been the perfect wife to him. Now, with the 
thought's of his alcohol ridden body still resided in her mind, she was 
really a different woman. She had enjoyed her short liaison with Susan 
Kilmer this morning. It helped to set her mind straight. Now, she was ready 
for her husband. 

Tammy felt his rough flesh pat her shoulder. She opened her eyes slowly, 
doing an award winning acting job for a woman awakening. She looked into her 
husband's eyes and instantly read the fear there. She knew that she was in 
the driver's seat. 

Michael saw her eyes opening. He knew that she was still suffering from the 
effects of his actions the evening before and so he was very careful of what 
he would say. 

"Tammy, I have to speak with you?" he asked softly. 

"Can you talk?" 

"Tammy, it's very important to me, to us." 

Tammy could hear in his voice that she could eat him alive. He was hurting 
now and she would use this to her advantage. 

"Michael; I have nothing to say to you. After what you did to me last night, 
I'm surprised that you even had the courage to come back here." she said 
with all the hate that she could muster. 

"Please," he begged. "Please let me explain what went on." 

"I know what went on, Michael." she spat. "I vomited the results of what 
went on, before." 

"But you have to let me explain." 

"Did you let me explain to you last night?" she said pulling the sheet up to 
her neck, allowing her legs to stick out to her silkened thighs. 

"I know that it seems as though I didn't trust you, but you have to 
understand ... " 

"Understand what?" she broke in. "That you and your best friend and neighbor 
raped me." 

"No." he begged. 

"That you shot your come into my face?" 

"No." The tears began to fall from his face. 

"That you made me swallow your vile tastes?" 

"Please ... " he cried. 

"That you watched and let another man put his cock into my mouth." 

"Please Tammy," he cried falling onto her chest "Please let me make it up to 
you." 

Tammy smiled as her husband buried his weeping face into her. She felt his 
tears wet that sheet that was separating them. She would allow him to remain 
there for a moment and then, then she would make him her slave. 

"Look up at me, Michael." she said in her coldest tones. 

Harrington looked up at her through his soaked lenses and prayed for a 
miracle that would return her to him. 

"I'll stay with you but there will have to be a number of changes made," she 
said. 

"Anything." he sobbed. 

"First, I never want you to accuse me of cheating on you again." 

"Never, never again." 

"Do you know why you won't have to accuse me?" 

He shook his head. 

"Because I'm telling you that I'm going to be fucking every piece of meat 
that I like." she said coldly, mocking her former tormentor. 

"But ... " he said. 

"That's not all, sweet. From now on, we'll have separate bedrooms. The only 
time that you'll be allowed to come in is when I want you to service me." 

"But Tammy ... " he tried to interrupt. 

"Another thing." she demanded. "I want to entertain my "gentlemen callers" 
right here in this house. I mean, you really wouldn't want me to fuck around 
on the outside? Then you wouldn't be sure if I was faithful. This way, 
you'll know for sure." 

Harrington knew that he would have to accept anything that his wife wanted. 
If he wanted to win her back, then he would have to endure. He heard her 
demands and they cracked in his head like the mocking laughter that 
accompanied each. 

"She wanted men, women and freedom." he thought. "And she wanted to have 
them all here, right under his nose." 

"And one last thing Michael." She continued. "I want you to listen in at the 
door. No, better still, I want the door to be opened all the time. I want 
you to watch me as each man comes in me. I want you to watch as I let them 
come in my face as you did to me last night." she laughed. 

Harrington saw no way out. 

"Well, speak up! What do you have to say about all this?" she asked. 

"I'll do whatever you want." he pleaded. "Anything. Only please try to 
understand what I did, please try to forgive me." 

"I'll forgive you. alright." she said to his wet eyes. "As a matter of fact, 
I think that I forgive you already." 

"Stand up, Mike!" 

Harrington rose from the bed. 

"I want you to service me," she said slowly. 

Harrington smiled. "Perhaps this whole thing was an unpleasant dream, after 
all." he thought optimistically. Maybe when he woke up, things would be back 
to normal. 

Tammy pulled the sheet from her body, exposing herself fully to her husband. 

Michael could feel the lump in his pants grow. He quickly pulled off his 
shirt and kicked off his shoes. 

Tammy watched as Harrington unfastened the top of his pants. He downed his 
fly and pulled out his weapon which was enlarging in size rapidly. She 
waited until he had pulled off his pants and neared the bed, before saying a 
word. 

"What do you think that you're doing?" she teasingly asked her husband whose 
rod went grown to the point at which it had become painfully erect. 

"You said that you wanted me to service you." 

"Not with your cock. I'm not sure that my weaken box could stand the 
thrusting of that great big joint of yours." she said as she intentionally 
teased him. 

"What do you want me to do?" he asked with his painful prick standing at 
attention. 

"I want you to eat me," she said as she pointed to her pussy. She raised it 
to his gaze so that he could taste it in his mouth. 

"Alright." he said, happy to oblige. 

He lowered his head between her legs. As soon as his tongue touched her cunt 
he heard her voice shouting. 

"What are you doing? Not there, it hurts there." 

She turned her body over onto her stomach. 

"I want you to eat my ass." she said. 

Michael Harrington lowered his tongue onto her mounds. He heard her laughter 
ring throughout the room as his tongue tentatively dug into her ass. 

He was clearly her slave and she was the master. He cursed the night before, 
and George. 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

Susan entered the house and expected to see George. She had hoped that they 
could get their next meeting, battle over with. She had left Tammy 
Harrington lying under the sheet and happily telling her how much she loved 
her. Tammy had done quite a good job on Susan and as a result, Susan's 
entire body felt serenely calm. 

Susan felt ready to meet with George. She wanted to get this thing over 
with. She was sure that she had the upper hand, she had left him a 
whimpering, broken man. 

"George," she felt, "was mine!" 

She expected that he might attempt to attack her again but she knew that she 
could handle him. Her words had a way of cutting him down to size and she 
was sure that then-power had not waned. 

She eased slowly through the house. She thought that she heard the shower 
water running and so she loped to the bathroom. When she opened the kitchen 
doors she was able to make believe that everything was alright, but then she 
really looked and she could make out the figure of her daughter's nude 
flesh. She raced into the bathroom. Coming into focus was the picture of her 
daughter, she was lying on the tile floor, coated in soap and semen. 

Susan expected the worst. "Ellen, are you alright? What happened to you?" 
she asked, hoping she didn't know the answer. 

"Someone came into the bathroom when I was in the shower and attacked me," 
she said as the embarrassment of the situation welled up tears in her voice. 

"Are you alright? Did he hurt you?" 

"I'm O.K. But he did hurt me kind of bad." Ellen stated as she wiped the 
soap and scum from her eyes with the face towel that her mother offered. 

"How do you mean, he hurt you?" Susan asked as she lifted her daughter from 
the tile floor. 

"Well he raped me, mother. He was very big and I thought that he would split 
me in two," Ellen said, trying to say what she thought her mother would want 
to hear. 

"When you said, he you mean that you're not sure who did this to you?" 

"That's right. I had soap in my eyes and then he kept closing them for me 
whenever I tried to open them." Ellen confessed. 

"Did he say anything to you?" 

"He kept calling me names, he kept telling me that I was getting what I 
deserved." As those words reached her mother's ears, Susan knew who the 
rapist was. She reasoned that George had come back into the house and caught 
Ellen in the shower. Although she knew that they greatly looked like one 
another, she knew that her father, if sober, could tell the difference. 

"So now they had both committed the cardinal sin. They had both fucked their 
children." 

Susan reached in and turned off the water from the shower. The noise that 
had filled the room ceased, leaving the room with a strange and empty 
feeling. 

Ellen gathered up her bathrobe from the back of the door and pulled it on 
her body. She was still wet and she welcomed her mother's assistance in 
drying off. She felt her mother pat away the excess drops of fluid that 
clung to her body and wondered who it was that had fucked her. She didn't 
want to admit it, but she knew that she had enjoyed the experience. She also 
knew that her attacker knew. 

When she was satisfied that her daughter was dry, the two women left the 
bathroom. They entered the kitchen which Susan hadn't noticed before, was 
filled with fog that had drifted from the bathroom. 

"It looks like London in here." she said, trying to cheer up her daughter. 

"Yeah. We might have to get out our raincoats. It looks like rain to me," 
Ellen said, catching the warm vibes that her mother was sending her way. 

"Listen dear," Susan said. "Why don't you fix yourself a cup of coffee. 
There's something that I have to do upstairs." 

"O.K." she responded "And don't worry, I'm alright." 

Satisfied that she had succeeded in calming her daughter, Susan left the 
room and headed for the master bedroom. She had a feeling that she knew who 
she would find up there. 

George sat on the chair that stood beside the window. 

"What's taking them so long?" he thought. "I hope that the kids don't find 
out about what happened." 

George sat emotionless for several moments. He waited for some sign that 
everything was alright. 

"It was one thing to set your wife straight." he convinced himself. "But you 
don't want your children to find out about it." 

George was sure that they would understand. At least Ellen would. She knew 
that a women should always respect her man. 

"But my son," he thought. "I'm not so sure about him." 

George knew that his son was very close to his mother. Sometimes he thought 
that their affection was too strong. He often guarded his wife against 
letting Henry rely too much upon her for support. He didn't think it was 
healthy to have that much dependence. 

"You'll turn him into a faggot." he warned, "or else a motherfucker." 

George knew that the odds on that occurring were not too great, he had heard 
the ugly rumors that were circulating about his son at the old school. That 
was one of the reasons that help make his decision to move into the country 
easier. 

That beautiful dream of country life was rapidly fleeing from him. 

"At least I've straightened out Susan." he decided. "At least I've shown her 
who the real boss is." 

His stream of thoughts was broken by the sounds of feet climbing the steps. 
They stopped outside the room. 

This was it. Susan would be a slave to his will! 

The door opened. George was shocked to see Susan standing there. It was not 
so much the fact that it was her, but the fact that she was totally dressed 
and totally dry! 

"How the hell could she dry off so fast." he wondered to himself. 

Susan stared at George seated in the room. She could tell by the way that he 
was looking at her, that he was confused by something in the way she looked. 

"It had to be him." she reasoned. "Why else would he look at me like that?" 

She decided to play out her hunch. She entered the room and went straight 
for the bed. Trying to act as calm as possible as she did this. 

"Hello George." she said calmly. "I think that we have to get something 
settled ... " she said as she pulled away the sheets of the bed. 

The effects of the alcohol that he had readily consumed plus his wife's calm 
attitude had George bewildered. 

"Who had he fucked in the bathroom? If it wasn't Susan, then who was it?" 

Susan propped up the pillow on the bed. Once her task was completed, she 
took the four ties that Tammy Harrington had given her and dropped them on 
the bed. 

George, in recognizing the ties, knew immediately that Susan knew everything 
that he had done to their neighbor last night. 

"Where the fuck have you been?" he asked. 

Susan didn't answer. She pulled off the shirt from her back and flashed her 
tits at George. 

"What are you doing?" he asked. 

Again, Susan let her actions speak for her. She sat on the bed and pulled 
off her shoes. Standing, she unfastened her pants and let them drop to the 
floor. When her panties softly landed on top of her pants, Susan lie down on 
the bed. Totally nude and ready for action. 

"In case you're wondering," she began, "you'll be proud to know that you 
just balled the shit out of your daughter." 

In his dazed condition, George knew that what Susan said was probably true. 
He couldn't believe it. He had raped his own daughter. He had stuck his 
creaming cock into her mouth and forced her to drink the very liquid that 
had brought her life in this world. Her words struck him deeply. He wondered 
what she wanted now. 

"You might be wanting to know why I'm dressed like this, George." she said. 
"Well it's about time that we settled who is master here. Is it you, or is 
it me." 

George wasn't interested at the moment. He kept on thinking about Ellen. 

"Well, George, I've brought the ropes that you used on Tammy last night. 
That's right, I know everything." she laughed. "She told me while I was 
sucking her cunt." 

"So that was the game that she was playing." George thought to himself as 
the visions of Ellen's violation vanished from his mind. 

"Here is the proposition that I have for you; you can tie me up." 

George looked puzzled at her offer. 

"That's right, sweet meat. You can tie me up, just like you did yesterday to 
me and Tammy, and you can try to fuck the shit out of me." She looked 
straight into him with her flaming optics. "But I'll bet that you can't make 
me come." she wagered. 

George felt his meat growing with passion as the full impact of the wager 
formed in his brain. 

"So you're saying that if I can make you submit to me, then I will be your 
master?" 

"That's right. You can tie me and take me, but if you can't make me come 
before you, then you'll be my slave." 

"But what about what I did to Ellen?" George asked, thinking about his 
fucking Susan so soon after he creamed her quim. 

"Don't worry about her, you didn't hurt her." opening her eyes at the 
thought of what might really be on his mind. "Unless that's not what you're 
worried about." 

"What do you mean?" he asked, knowing full well that she was on to him. 

"Well George, maybe your worried that you can't get it up again so soon." 
she said with a smile. "What's the matter, can you only fuck the young 
ones?" she teased. 

George could feel his pride swelling with his cock, as he slowly unbuttoned 
his shirt. He looked directly at her as Susan spread her legs to give him a 
total view of his target. 

"Oh baby, I'm going to give you the fucking of your fucking life!" he 
thought to himself as his eyes fixed on her wet hole. 

Susan lashed the ties that had been used so well on her friend, around each 
of the posts of the bed. She watched as George pulled off his pants, waving 
his almost erect cock at her. 

"I suggest that you lock the door, George." Susan offered. "Unless you want 
your daughter to come in on you." 

George knew that she had that remark aim directly at his cock, but it landed 
limply, having no effect on his piercing point. He locked the door and 
turned to his wife. 

"If this is the game that you want to play," he said to her, "then I'm the 
one to play it!" 

Susan prepared herself for the worst. She knew that in his alcoholic state, 
he wouldn't have much time for fore play. He would be ramming her cunt the 
same way that he had reamed her ass the other day. 

She took a deep breath as George tied her feet to the posts. He looked 
directly at her cunt as he stood away from the bed. 

"That's the only part of you that I'll have a use for." he thought to 
himself as his mind advanced to thoughts of entering her. 

George walked over to the side of the bed and tied up her right arm to the 
post. As he crossed over her to fasten her other arm, his pointed prick 
massaged the tip of her lips. 

"Must not let her get me," he thought. 

George did not want her to get her mouth on his shaft and drive him to come 
now. No, he would come after he heard her mocking voice turn to pants and 
she begged him to come. 

After her left arm was fastened, Susan was ready to meet his cock. The 
battle was just beginning. 

George looked down at the warrior that he was about to face. In a military 
sense, she was armed with the maximum armament that any one man could 
handle. He forgot his purpose, he forgot how much of their relationship had 
changed, as he took a long look at her perfect body. 

She had a full, firm chest which lead down to her small waist. Her hips 
outlined the perfect curves that she possessed. Her long legs lead down to 
her small, petite feet. She was the closest thing to perfection that he knew 
and now she was his enemy. 

Susan expected him to plunge down on top of her but for some reason, he was 
staring at her. She could see his eyes roam over her entire topography. He 
was studying her. For the first time since he had tied her hands, she knew 
that she might have made a mistake. He was free to do whatever he wanted and 
she couldn't do a thing about it. 

George coolly walked to the huge peacock feathers that Susan had thought 
looked so nice by their bed. 

"You can fan me like I was Cleopatra." she had kidded him upon the purchase. 

George had other ideas about their use. 

He reached in and removed two of the larger, fuller feathers. He turned to 
his wife. 

She knew instantly what he had in mind. 

"George that's not fair." she protested. "You're not supposed to use 
anything like that!" 

George felt that the battle was beginning to turn in his favor. He no longer 
cared what he had done to Ellen. His only thoughts were now to make Susan 
beg. 

He brought one of the feathers gently down upon her tits. He watched as her 
eyes closed against the sensation. He slowly massaged the tips of her tits 
with the peacock remains. He could see the effects that it was having on 
her. 

He watched Susan's nipple's erect and he saw they reflex of her legs, shot 
her legs against one another. He smiled and sensed victory. 

Susan felt her entire body come alive. George was working her over with 
those cursed feathers and she could hardly control herself. She felt the 
soft caress of the feather touching, smoothing on her nipple. Chills shot up 
and down her spine as he playfully brought the objects down to her belly. 
She felt crazed with desire as he moved the feathers in tiny circles, 
outlining the rim of her belly. 

George knew that he was teasing her. He knew that using the feathers to 
torment her would be the best way to break her spirit. He watched her writhe 
under the delicate touch of the soft fingers of the feathers. 

As he continued to play with her upper torso, he brought one of the feathers 
down to the bottoms of her feet. He remembered how ticklish her feet were 
and he knew how much this would help his cause. 

Susan knew that she couldn't master the feeling that the feather produced 
upon contact with her feet. As the light touch of the peacock hairs played 
softly with her skin, she broke out in uncontrollable laughter. 

George enjoy watching her body shake as she laughed. Her boobs quivered like 
jello as she shook. He knew it was only a matter of time. He moved the 
feather from her foot and up to her thighs. 

Susan hated George for what he was doing to her. She had thought that she 
would be able to control with when they fucked, but he was warming her up in 
a totally unique manner. She couldn't take much more of the feather on her 
feet and she thought that he was making a strategic error as she felt him 
move the hairs mercifully form her feet. Her thoughts melted quickly as he 
moved the feathers to an even more sensitive zone. 

The fingers of the feathers played with her thighs until she thought that 
she couldn't stand it any more. Susan felt the juices of her cunt swell up 
inside her. He was driving her mad and there was only one way for her to get 
her glorious relief. 

She needed his cock! 

George allowed one of his feathery friends to drop as he spread the lips of 
her labia with his fingers. He flicked his thumb on her swollen clit and he 
basked in her immediate response. She was starting to get worked up now he 
knew. 

Susan could feel her pussy moved to the sensitive touching of her clit. Her 
juices were pouring out to him. She could tell by his laughter that he knew 
it. 

She felt like a fool for devising this plan let was working so well for her 
husband. She felt the temperature in the room increase as beads of 
perspiration appeared upon her forehead. She had lost control of her senses. 

"God." she thought. "Why doesn't he fuck me?" 

George took his time playing with her clit. While his winged ally was 
assisting him with her breast. Carefully, he slid his first finger into her 
creamy cunt. He heard a gasp of air shoot from her mouth to greet the 
entrance of his bony sticks. 

Susan heard her own breathing alter as she felt her husband ease another 
finger into her wet womb. He eased it in and out and she danced to his 
rhythm. 

"That's right baby," he said, "follow my lead." 

Susan heard his mocking tones but she needed him to continue. She felt a 
fourth intruder fill her twat and she tightly shut her eyes. Her cunt was 
tossing wildly, tensing the thin silk ties to their breaking point. Her ass 
bounced up and down on the bed. The sound of the stretching springs filled 
the room. 

George eased his thumb into her until his entire fist had been swallowed up 
by her pussy. He let his giant fist fuck her hard, driving her to the end 
the her limits. He lowered his mouth to her erect pink nipples. He bit down 
hard on them and she moaned loudly. He bit down on them again and again, her 
moans had turned to soft whimpers as she was turning her points to meet his 
teeth. 

Susan felt like he was lighting her on fire with his teeth. They gripped 
down tightly on her soft flesh and she saw flares of bright light shooting 
through her brain. 

"No more. No more!" she cursed herself for crying. 

He responded by only tightening his vise on her tit. 

Mercifully his mouth moved off her nipple. His fist was coated in pussy 
juice as he began to fill her aching cunt with another two fingers. 

"You're killing me." she cried. 

"You love it!" he retorted. 

He hadn't intended to harm her but he couldn't stop now. His cock was aching 
as it filled with blood, but he forced his entire second fist into her cunt. 
It slid in and out. 

Susan felt her hot cunt filled to the brim with his long fingers. As he 
shifted them in and out of her pussy she begged for him to stop. 

"Please George. Please!" 

"What do you want, cunt? Say it, tell me what you want me to do." 

"Please." 

"Please what?" he egged her on. "What do you want me to do?" 

Susan clenched her teeth. She couldn't let the words come out. It would have 
been so easy to say, "cock" but she wouldn't no matter how hard he drove 
her. 

George continued to work her cunt with his hands. In truth, he didn't know 
how much longer he could keep from implanting his rod into her. It was 
throbbing with pain now and the odor of her sweet juices made him want to 
fill her cunt, even more. 

He tasted the blood his mouth had. He looked down at the red liquid that ran 
from her right nipple. He had drawn the first blood of the battle. He forced 
his hands all the way into her bottomless pit. He was into her past the 
wrist. 

Susan tried to deal with the burning passions that filled her brain. She 
wanted to scream and she didn't know how much more of this she could take. 
She pounded at him with his fists and tore at her twat. She had relaxed her 
muscles as much as she could but she thought that not even a horse could be 
this big. 

Sweat ran into her eyes and tears ran down from her eyes. She was about to 
beg George to please put his prick into her when she felt one of his fists 
easing out of her. Her cunt was twitching madly as he pulled his other fist 
from her snatch. 

George could take it no more, he had to fill her pussy, he had to personally 
plunge his prick into her quim and ride her to her climatic destination. He 
eased his two fists out slowly. He saw her lips part, as he raised his hips, 
pointing his harden steel rock at her hole. 

Susan felt his cock digging her tunnel. She couldn't control the tears from 
racing from her eyes. 

George felt his fullness fill her cunt. He felt her hot juices drown his 
rod. He closed his eyes end plunged his meat as deeply as he could. 

In and out, in and out. Their sweating flesh pounded. In and out, in and 
out, their pounding flesh met time and again. 

Susan drove her pussy to meet his shaft. She raised her hips to meet him 
each time he drove down on her. 

George could feel his cock twitch with anticipation as it filled with come. 
His hard chest smacked down on her soft chest. He tried to hold back but the 
contracting muscles of her warm pussy begged him with their actions to ride 
on. 

He pumped and pumped for all he was worth. He brought his lips down to meet 
her hungry tongue and he felt her meet him happily. They exchanged the 
juices of their saliva as her cunt creamed his meat. 

Their mouths separated, while the two combatants gasped for air. Their moans 
filled the room with the sweet soundtrack of sex, as they rode each other to 
the breaking point. 

George felt his flame begin to shoot his hot come into her pussy. The pain 
of the first blast made him scream. He felt his release and then another. 

The explosion of his cock sent chills through her body. The force of his 
come ignited her own rush of sensations. She heard her own voice screaming 
but didn't even know it was hers. She was lost in her own climax. She was in 
her own world. 

The cries of their joint coming filled the small room. They humped wildly 
and blindly, smashing their exploding organ into collision with each other. 
They pumped and pumped until their strength ebbed. 

For what seemed like hours, George lay collapsed on top of his wife. They 
had both taken a long time in coming down off their heated ride. It took 
many moments for their breath to become regular again. George opened his 
eyes first. He saw that his wife's arms and legs were still fastened to the 
bed. He slid his cock from her hot tub of juices and he felt extreme 
sensitivity. 

The exit of his cock caused Susan to open her eyes. She had still not 
totally cooled down. She saw George reaching for the ties that held her to 
the bed. 

"George," she found herself saying. "I love you." 

George felt the warmth emitting from her words. He smiled down at her. 

"I love you." he said. 

He began to untie her hands. 

"George." 

"Yes." 

"Can I ask you something?" 

"Sure." he answered. 

"Did you like what we did?" 

"Yes." 

"So did I. Somehow it was different. It felt so good." Susan stated. 

"I just want to know one thing ... " George began. He really didn't know how 
to start. 

As George was speaking, he let his hand drop from the tie. He placed it on 
her breast. 

"Did I make you come?" he asked as Susan witnessed a smile upon his face. 

"You know something, I don't remember." she said as they both began to 
laugh. "I guess there's only one way to find out." 

"George's hand gripped the tip of her nipple. He watched as the pain in her 
sore tits made her wince in pain. 

Susan felt the pain travel through her body. The pain sent shivers down her 
spine. She endured it. She found that she wanted it. 

"Squeeze it tighter. Squeeze it tighter." she cried. 

"You love it bitch." George screamed; getting back into his role. 

He lowered his mouth onto her other boob. He bit down hard on her tit. Her 
mild gasp made his loins come alive. He bit down hard on her flesh. His cock 
was rapidly expanding as he tasted the wound that he had caused to reopen. 

Susan loved what her husband was doing. 

"No, don't do that!" she cried in mock terror. "I hate you!" 

"You love it, bitch!" his voice filled the room. 

George inched his way atop his wife's writhing flesh. He forced the full 
length of his manhood into her hole. 

Susan's cunt was really very sore from the pounding that George just gave 
her that this new entrance into her vagina caused her more pain than she 
thought she could stand. 

"I'm blacking out!" she thought. 

George felt her sensitive pussy responding to his plunges. He jammed his 
rock hard meat into her, causing her to scream in pain. 

"You love it, bitch." he repeated his trade mark. "I'll fuck you until you 
beg for more." he threatened. 

As George pumped his iron deeply into her hole, he knew that their 
relationship would never be the same. 


 The End
