The Insatiable Wife
by Faye Jackson
(BSS-629T)


FOREWORD 

It has been said that the key to salvation often lies in the very thing we 
fear most; the story that is about to unfold illustrates this theme with 
dramatic impact. Using the background of the modern urban sprawl that is Los 
Angeles, the author carefully examines the paradoxes of life in today's 
turbulent American society and their effect on the typical young couple. 

Bill and Lori Taylor have been married for almost a year, and on the surface 
they appear to be an ideal pair. Bill, handsome and intelligent, is one of 
the ablest young lawyer's in the stable of an influential law firm. His 
radiantly beautiful wife, Lori, is an attractive and voluptuous woman, yet 
their marriage is in serious trouble. Under constant pressure at work, Bill 
is often away from his wife for long periods of time, often with glamorous 
females. His wife is tormented by sexual fears that are sublimated into an 
abnormal resentment of his frequent absences and jealousy of his provocative 
clients. Their clashes become more and more frequent until the very 
foundation of their marriage seems on the verge of collapse. Suddenly, into 
this volatile situation, fate throws a dramatic thunderbolt. 

In the fast moving narrative that follows, you will meet a parade of 
characters vividly representative of the wide varieties of cultures and life 
styles that exist side by side in most big cities, particularly Los Angeles. 
With exceptional attention to detail and clarity, Faye Jackson takes us from 
the sleek, modern freeways to the palm-studded hills of Hollywood, from the 
hippie-motorcyclists dives of Laurel Canyon to the Pacific Coast enchantment 
of Malibu, as our young couple find themselves face to face with people and 
places totally alien to their normal life. You'll meet Edy Randall, a 
tempestuous film actress with strange, wanton tastes; Spyder, the motorcycle 
outlaw with degenerate ideas, and his girl friend, Rina, who has the mind of 
a child and the body of a woman; plus a shocking assortment of characters 
representative of the denizens of almost every modern American metropolis. 

Written with graphic precision, no effort has been spared to give the reader 
a clear and vivid picture of the many ironies that confront all of us. It is 
our hope that by presenting this story in all it's stark reality, a very 
real lesson will be transmitted that signals a stirring note of hope and 
makes an urgent plea for tolerance and human understanding. 

The publishers are grateful to the author for providing us with this 
brilliantly written thesis: we present it with great pride, and hope you, 
the readers, share our enthusiasm for this spellbinding social document. 

-The Publishers 

 CHAPTER ONE 

Bill Taylor stood naked in the spacious bedroom of the attractive high-rise 
luxury apartment he shared with his wife, Lori, in an exclusive section of 
Los Angeles. He had come home late that Friday night because his boss at 
Carey Associates, one of the biggest law firms in the city, had called him 
in on an emergency meeting. BUI was given an unexpected assignment: spending 
the weekend with Edy Randall, the movie star, to draw up contracts for her 
new television production company. He had protested. 

"I promised my wife we'd spend the weekend together," he told his boss. 
"She's going to be awfully disappointed." 

"Can't help it, Bill," Ed Carey had said sternly. "Edy Randall is one of our 
biggest clients and it's up to us to keep her happy. Now she wants these 
contracts drawn up by Sunday night and won't take no for an answer. You're 
the best man for the job and I want you at her Malibu hideout first thing 
Saturday morning. All right? I'm sure Lori will understand." 

But gazing down now at his wife, sleeping like a child on the wide 
queen-size bed, Bill wasn't so sure. She had been growing more and more 
angry of late because of his unexpected conferences and long weekends away 
from her. She had even accused him of cheating on occasion, which was 
certainly untrue. 

Christ! Bill thought as he looked at the sensually reclining form of his 
wife, Why the hell would I want to cheat? 

Indeed, the bright moonlight that poured into the darkened room fell across 
the bed and richly illumined every ravishing curve of his wife's voluptuous 
body. Her long mahogany-colored hair framed her perfect face in thick, silky 
strands that fanned out on the white pillow; her almond-shaped eyes, closed 
in rapturous sleep, her slender aquiline nose and alabaster skin, her 
sensual, wetly parted lips, half-open now in her dream state, all were a 
warm invitation to pleasure and excitement. She lay across the bed clad only 
in her sheerest short nightie, and Bill guessed she must have fallen asleep 
waiting for him to come home. 

God, she's gorgeous! 

His long cock, which until now had hung limp and heavy between his 
powerfully muscled legs, stirred to life as his eyes roved down to watch 
Lori's ripely pointed breasts rise and fall like the waves of the ocean 
beneath the sheer pink material. He could see the tantalizing outline of her 
nipples surrounded by brownish haloes. Further down he looked with growing 
lust at her smooth stomach, her slim waist that gave way to the sensuous 
bloom of her hips. The material of the short nightie had been pulled up as 
she slept and revealed the sparse softly curling pubic hair that concealed 
the warm, sleepy vee of her pussy: her long legs were splayed apart lewdly. 

She almost looks like something from an obscene movie, he thought happily to 
himself, the way her nightie is pulled up. Man, if she only knew how 
incredible she looks! 

His cock now lurched achingly erect. His tall, well-muscled body became 
excited with tingles of erotic longing as he reached down and very carefully 
undid the tie of his wife's nightgown and let it fall open, revealing her 
entire body naked to the warm caress of the moonlight. 

Oh Baby, Bill thought excitedly, don't you know there's no reason in the 
world I'd want to cheat on you! You're all I'll ever need! 

He gazed openly and unashamedly at his radiant wife, who looked so peaceful 
in her slumber. His hand absently roved down to his pulsing, rock-hard penis 
that quivered with anticipation. The palm of his hand felt cool as he 
fondled his warmly muscled shaft of male flesh. His randy excitement 
increased as he slowly began to massage his hotly throbbing cock while he 
gazed over every inch of Lori's body. Her tawny, pinkish skin was almost 
translucent in the evening light, and the full orbs of her firm young 
breasts seemed to radiate little sparkles of light. Hypnotized by her 
half-opened mouth, he leaned down across the bed and kissed her. 

The touch of his lips against hers was sweet and thrilling. His hand still 
worked lustily over his blood-gorged prick as he pressed his mouth harder 
against his wife's moistly open lips. Slowly his tongue moved inside the 
dark cavern, like a curious little snake, exploring every inch of the 
interior, running over her teeth and then further into the warm softness. 
Sensing his kiss, while she continued to sleep blissfully, Lori began to 
writhe erotically as if in a lewd dream. Feeling her response. Bill's mind 
exploded with happiness. 

Christ, she's not resisting! Maybe she's broken through all that damn 
uptightness she's had these past few months! 

As if in a movie montage. Bill's mind raced back over the past few months. 
They had been married nearly a year. At first, their marriage was a 
completely happy one, but after awhile Lori had begun to develop strange 
sexual fears which began to badly affect their love making. Raised since 
childhood by a spinster aunt who had taken her in when her parents died in a 
plane crash, the girl had been taught to fear men and reject physical love 
as gross animal carnality; thus she was withdrawn to the point of extreme 
introversion when she met Bill. 

Now the young lawyer climbed onto the bed and let his body hover over the 
sleeping woman's, savoring the exciting warmth that vibrated from her 
sleeping form. His heatedly pulsating cock rested on her soft stomach, and 
he moved his hips back and forth slowly, as if fucking, teasing his long 
hard penis with easy, sensual movements across the nakedly smooth skin of 
his wife's voluptuous body. He remembered the first time he had seen her in 
a Los Angeles coffee shop near his office. She was a secretary then, on her 
lunch break. Seated at the counter in a tight sweater and hip-hugging short 
skirt and high heels, he had thought she must be a young movie hopeful. 
Indeed, her lustrous hair that fell like a silky mane halfway down her back 
and her beautiful face with piercing brown-gold eyes, were at least as 
desirable as any made-up, eager starlet he had seen in his travels through 
Hollywood. But there was something about her that was real and honest, 
something that set her apart from the other girls. His cock had sprung to 
life the instant he had set eyes on her that day, just as it was now, 
rubbing tantalizingly over the velvety planes of her stomach and grazing 
against the "vee" shaped triangle of her pubic mound. 

Oh, honey, I love you so much, he thought, as he pressed his lips eagerly 
against her warm mouth once more. 

He remembered how he had followed her that first day from the luncheonette 
and caught up with her on the street. She had been aloof and cold at first, 
but after awhile she had succumbed to Bill's easy, pleasant manner and had 
given him her phone number. He had even managed to charm the spinster aunt 
with whom she lived, and after a whirlwind courtship, they had been married. 
At first everything had been fine. Lori was the perfect wife and Bill had 
been complimented by his peers and superiors alike for having had the 
foresight to choose such a loving, companionable mate. Whenever they were at 
parties the other men fairly drooled with envy when they caught sight of his 
ravishing, yet demure bride. She had the body of a goddess, but the manner 
of a shy doe. Although she had been quite passive in her sexuality, it 
didn't seem to matter as Bill had only to look at her to find himself 
growing hot and excited. Often, he remembered, he would be in the middle of 
a long boring business meeting, and the thought of his wife would make his 
cock lurch instantly to life to the point that he thought he would cum right 
there in the office at the merest memory. 

Then, after a few months, trouble developed. Lori's sexual disinterest grew 
to the point of cold frigidity; fear replaced the passivity, and Bill grew 
more and more frustrated as he felt his wife lying there night after night 
in cold, unresponsive inactivity. 

"I just need time, Bill," she had said repeatedly. "It's because of Aunt 
Dorothy. She hates men. And she taught me to be afraid of sex. I'll get over 
it. I will! Just give me time." 

But her coldness only grew worse, and finally began to manifest itself in an 
abnormal resentment of Bill's late hours at the office and a growing 
jealousy of his clients, who were often female. Indeed, when his boss had 
told him he would have to see Edy Randall that weekend he feared another 
angry scene with Lori. He had dreaded coming home, as she was already bitchy 
to him over the phone when he called to say he'd be late. But now, as she 
lay so peacefully on the bed and responded so lovingly to his kisses, he 
began to think perhaps he had been wrong. Perhaps there was new hope for 
their relationship for right now she was anything but cold and aloof. . . 
especially as he kissed her even more deeply and let his body lower slowly 
until he could feel her firmly pointed breasts graze against his chest. It 
was then that she began to squirm erotically against him. 

"Mm mm mm...." she murmured in her sleep. 

Bill was madly excited now, and began to cover her face with kisses. She was 
sweet as cream and absolutely desirable. He blew lightly into her ear and 
felt her stirring like some wonderfully awakening animal. Her legs began to 
slither against the silky coverlet of the wide bed. Bill's massively thick 
cock was rubbing now against her sleek inner thighs as his body twisted and 
writhed against hers. 

Man, he thought. This is fantastic' 

"Lori," he whispered softly in her ear, "Lori, I love you." 

Smiling happily, Lori's eyes fluttered open. She gazed up lovingly at the 
face of her husband. Still half-groggy with sleep, she could see the Nordic 
blond hair that set off his bronzed, handsome face. She could almost see his 
clear, deep blue eyes in the hazy darkness, the eyes that seemed to her as 
blue as the Mediterranean. Her hands reached up lazily and began to caress 
the slim, muscular body of her husband. 

"Oh Bill...Bill...." she murmured softly. 

Carefully, he eased down next to her on the bed and, still kissing her 
hotly, he let his hand rove through the furry tangle between her legs until 
it found the warmly moist slit of her cunt. His fingers played with the 
softly petaled edges of her tight young pussy and finally found the erect 
little bud of her clitoris. Artfully he massaged the tender area until he 
felt the nerve-filled nub begin to stir to life like a miniature phallus. 
Then he began to suck lightly on her right nipple as he massaged her vaginal 
cleft, delighted that she was in no way resisting. It seemed as if she was 
no longer even angry about his lateness. He would break the news about the 
weekend after a long, sensuous fuck, he thought. Perhaps she might be more 
receptive after an ecstatic lovemaking session. 

Lori lay back, her eyes still closed, allowing her husband free rein over 
her rapidly awakening body. She felt tingles of erotic delight wash over her 
as he teasingly massaged her clitoris and sucked artfully on her breasts, 
first one and then the other. 

"Oh, Baby, let me fuck you..." Bill whispered. "Let me slip my cock into 
that hot little pussy of yours...." 

Suddenly Lori felt a shock pass through her, as if someone had jolted her 
with electricity. Like a hallucination, the face of her spinster aunt 
flashed before her like a witch from a hideous childhood fairy tale. 

"Animals! Animals!" her aunt's voice hissed at her from the dim recesses of 
memory. "All they want is to degrade a woman and make her filthy! Dirty! 
Like a gutter whore! It's a horrible sickness, Lori! Never forget that!" 

Involuntarily Lori felt herself withdraw from Bill's loving seduction. Her 
body seemed to freeze up and her lips drew back in a straight line of bitter 
resentment. She tried to resist the power of her aunt's words that had been 
repeated over and over to her since childhood...but she was helpless against 
the old maid's warning. 

"Bill. . no . . " she moaned in fear and terror, "please ... I can't..." 

Hearing his wife's words and already sensing her withdrawal as her body lost 
all of the sensuous softness it had only moments ago, Bill felt himself 
growing angry. 

Goddamn, he thought. Here we go again! Christ, we haven't had a good fuck in 
three months! Is this going to go on forever? 

But he didn't want to be harsh with his wife, and so he kissed her tenderly, 
fighting back the growing sense of bitter resentment; perhaps, if he was 
very cautious and easy with her, she would relax. He tried caressing her 
skin with his hand, gently stroking her to ease her tension and massaging 
the warmly fleshed mounds of her breasts. 

"It's all right baby," he whispered softly. "Don't be afraid. It's going to 
be all right. Just relax. Relax. I love you." 

He let his hand slide down Lori's body and poised for a moment at the 
entrance to her pussy; then slowly he began to slide his outstretched middle 
finger into the wet channel, taking pains to be infinitely tender. His 
carefulness was to no avail and he felt the muscles of her tight little cunt 
tighten in refusal; he could almost feel her body withdraw in horror at his 
touch. 

"Honey," he said, reminding himself to be gentle, "it's all right. Relax. 
Relax." 

He inserted his finger further, but it was no use. 

"Bill...please, you're hurting me...please...." 

There were tears in her eyes, and her words had a tinge of hysteria in them. 
Bill suddenly withdrew his finger from her pussy and lay back on the bed, 
frustrated, trying to fight the growing anger that mushroomed in him with 
alarming intensity. It was the same thing night after night! Refusal! 
Withdrawal! 

How fucking much am I supposed to take, he thought bitterly. I'm breaking my 
ass Irving to build a career so we can get a house outside of this goddamn 
crazy city, and she treats me like a teenager who's hot under the collar and 
wants to fuck her in the back seat of a car! I'm her husband, for 
chrissakes! 

But he said nothing. He lay next to his wife and stared at the ceiling, 
trying to mask the deep unhappiness he felt. 

Lori knew Bill was disturbed, but she was powerless to do anything. Her 
fears had been growing over the last few months and she was unable to deal 
with them. She sat up in bed and slipped the sheer nightie on again, to 
cover her body and ease the shame and loathing she felt. She didn't knew 
what to say to her husband. A cold silence fell over the room, a silence 
they both had come to know well. There seemed no way to break through it. 

"Bill," she said finally, in timid, halting words, "I know it's been hard. 
I...I've been trying, please believe me. I've tried the best I know how. 
But...but you've...you've been away so much...." 

"Honey," Bill said, a little sharply, "you know I have to be away because of 
the job. That house we both want in the San Fernando Valley costs money and 
the only way we're going to get it is if..." 

"I know ... I know...." she said, trying to placate his growing anger, 
"but...well, I need you so much. I get so frightened ... . and when you're 
not around I don't know what to do...Maybe...." her eyes brightened. "Maybe 
we can make this weekend like a second honeymoon. If we're together the 
whole two days we can be like we were when we were courting...." She began 
to grow enthusiastic as the idea of a romantic weekend took hold. "Yes... oh 
Bill, we could even drive up the coast to Carmel...and maybe rent a room at 
one of those places by the sea. I know it would help!" 

Bill closed his eyes and remained silent. How could he tell her now that he 
had to be away on business all weekend? 

"Bill?" 

Lori's voice sounded so small and vulnerable. He turned away from her on the 
bed. 

"Bill, what's wrong?" 

"Lori.. . it's about the weekend." 

Lori froze, anticipating what he was going to say. 

"Carey called me into the office tonight...that's what the conference was 
all about...and he...." 

"He has an assignment for you ... for the weekend. Is that it?" 

"Yes ... I tried to get out of it. Honey, you know I wanted this weekend as 
much as you do, but..." 

Before she knew what was happening, Lori felt the tears cascading down her 
cheeks. She tried to hold them back but there was no stopping them. Her body 
shook with sobs, and she Drought her hands to her face to conceal the 
despair that washed through her like a tidal wave. 

"Baby, don't cry," Bill said, trying to calm her down. "We'll do it another 
time. Next weekend." 

He tried to embrace her but she drew back coldly. 

'There won't be a next weekend," Lori spat through her tears. "Carey will 
call you into the office and take care of that somehow." 

Bill resented the sharpness in her voice. It wasn't his fault only that all 
this had happened. She knew a lawyer's life was unpredictable when she 
married him. 

Where the hell does she come off blaming me, he thought angrily. If she 
wasn't so goddamn uptight we might not be in this shape! 

"Who is it this time?" she asked. "Some young starlet suing her producers?" 
Her voice had become cold and even. The tears stopped. She rose and moved 
away from the bed, gazing out the window to the teeming street ten stories 
below their apartment window. 

"It's Edy Randall. She's making a comeback with a television series, and 
she's forming her own production company. Our firm is handling all the 
contracts. They have to be drawn up this weekend, and Carey says I'm the 
only man for the job. I'm sorry, but that's the way it is." 

Lori stared down at the cars gliding along the wide streets, and at the 
late-night denizens of Los Angeles hurrying to and fro. Edy Randall! she 
thought bitterly. She remembered the tempestuous black-haired beauty from 
dozens of films. In her heyday she had been the sex symbol for an entire 
generation. Her films had made a fortune, and she was voted top box-office 
star for ten straight years. Lately, though, her career was foundering, and 
she was turning to television to revive her popularity. But Edy Randall was 
still in her late twenties, and had a body that drove men wild. She had even 
been married for awhile to some sort of Middle Eastern potentate. Lori felt 
herself suddenly become uncontrollably jealous of a woman she had never met. 
That Randall bitch was getting all the attention that was, by rights, hers. 
Edy would spend the time with her husband that she, herself, wanted so 
desperately. Lori's face became a mask of resentment. 

"Honey?" Bill called from the bed, seeing his wife almost transfixed at the 
window. "Look, I'm sorry." 

Suddenly his wife turned from the window, a strange smile slashed across her 
face, clearly visible in the bright moonlight. 

"Sorry? Why be sorry?" she said. "You'll have a nice cozy weekend with Edy 
Randall. I'm sure she'll give you all the comfort and understanding you'll 
want." 

"What?" Bill sat bolt upright in bed. "What the hell are you talking about?" 

"You know what I'm talking about," Lori said angrily. 

Bill was shocked seeing this sudden transformation of his wife from a 
gentle, withdrawn beauty to a bitterly resentful female. He had seen it 
before, but had tried to ignore it. 

But now, seeing her cruel sneer and hearing her bitchy remarks, he felt 
anger welling up inside him again. 

"Look," he said, trying to remain calm, "I've had about as much as I can 
take." 

"Don't worry," Lori said flippantly, "what you can't get from me, I'm sure 
you can get from Edy Randall." 

"You bitch! YOU BITCH!" Bill screamed, all the pent-up fury suddenly 
exploding unrestrainedly. "Who the fuck do you think you're talking to?" 

Lori drew in her breath, as surprised as Bill at the cruelty of her own 
remarks. But she seemed unable to control it. 

What's happening to me? she thought wildly. 

Bill leapt from the bed and stood nakedly angry and trembling in rage before 
her. 

"What the hell's the matter with you?" 

"Oh, leave me alone," the bewildered young wife cried, unable to stand the 
horrible turn of events. "I'm confused ... I don't feel well. Oh, Bill!" 

Her mind was a stormy torrent of conflicting thoughts. Fear and jealousy 
mixed like a bitter poisonous drug that flooded her mind with anxiety and 
hate. 

"You think I'm cheating, is that it? YOU THINK I'M CHEATING WITH OTHER 
WOMEN, DONT YOU?" He screamed the words, hoping she'd say "yes" so he could 
slap some sense into her. 

Bill was furious. Month after month of frustration and disappointment now 
welled up with the fury of a hurricane. His eyes bulged wildly, as he stared 
at his voluptuous wife 

 she was his wife, she was ravishingly beautiful, and yet...HE COULDNT TOUCH 
HER! He hated her for her unreasonable frigidity, and now as he watched her 
beautiful face turn ugly with bitchy, unfounded accusation, he felt himself 
losing control. 

"ANSWER ME!" he shouted. 

"Don't shout at me," Lori retorted sharply. 

"I'LL DO ANYTHING I FUCKING WELL WANT!" he screamed back, his vision 
clouding with turbulent anger. 

"DON'T USE THAT KIND OF LANGUAGE WITH ME!" she snarled in return. "SAVE THAT 
FOR EDY RANDALL!" 

"GODDAMN YOU!" 

Lori tried to move away from Bill, seeing the twisted look of uncontrolled 
fury on his face, but he grabbed her roughly by the arm. 

"Let go of me," she cried, twisting desperately to get free. "LET GO!" 

"NOT UNTIL I'M FINISHED WITH YOU, YOU REFRIGERATED BITCH!" 

As his anger boiled wildly, his massive cock sprang throbbingly erect, 
driven by the strange mixture of lust and power that flamed through his body 
like a forest fire. Suddenly he ripped away her little pink nightie with one 
savage stroke. Grabbing her by the arms, he pulled her to him; his hot mouth 
sought hers, found it, closed over it, and his tongue flashed searingly into 
the warm wet cavern of her mouth. She fought against him, trying to break 
his pinning grip, trying to free her bruised mouth from his - but she was 
too weak against his brutal masculinity. She felt his mammoth, madly 
pulsating penis grind against her naked loins, felt its lust-lubricated head 
leave a hot snail-like trail across her belly, and a sudden dread rose in 
her throat. She had never seen him like this! 

No! No! her mind screamed. This can't be happening! Dear God, this is a 
nightmare, some evil, wicked figment of my imagination! What's happening? 
NO! 

"I'm going to fuck you right now," he snarled lasciviously. "FUCK THE LIVING 
DAYLIGHTS OUT OF YOU!" 

Before she could protest, his strong arms shoved her across the room onto 
the bed, and in an instant he was on top of her like a hungry, slavering 
animal. She tried to rake his bare back with her nails, but he had her arms 
pinned in such a way that she was defenseless against him. He kissed her 
furiously while his rigidly throbbing penis rubbed harshly over her softly 
resilient flesh. 

Their nakedly writhing bodies were stretched out on the bed as Bill trailed 
moistly hot kisses down along her throat and over her chest to the rising 
globe of one perfectly nippled breast, where he took the bud between his 
teeth and bit harshly, cruelly. 

"ANNNNNGGGGH! NO! NOOOOOO!" she screamed, feeling pain shoot through her, 
but Bill was deaf to her cries. Continuing to suck and bite hard first on 
one nipple, and then the other, his hand slipped roughly down between their 
naked young bodies, his fingers sliding through the moist, softly wet pubic 
triangle to force their way between her tightly closed thighs. 

I'm going to pick up exactly where I left off he thought wildly. Damn her! 
DAMN HER! 

The palm of his hand was resting flatly against the warmly wet pussy lips, 
fingers probing viciously at the region near her puckered little anus, as he 
began to slide his hand up and down with lewdly impatient strokes in her 
cringing cuntal slit. His fingers slid into the tight, elastic vaginal 
opening, harshly working to bring involuntary lubrication from the walls as 
she twisted helplessly in his grip. 

"Noooo...." she moaned, resisting him still. "PLEASE!" 

Ignoring her cries, he raised up and held her arms pinned at her sides, 
while he slipped one knee between her legs. She resisted his attempts to 
splay wide her thighs, causing him to pull his lips back over his teeth and 
snarl, "You bitch! Spread those goddamn legs so I can see all of that 
ice-cold pussy of yours! Now! Do it!" 

A tremor of fear wound its way rapidly through Lori's flesh, for she had an 
instinctive feeling that he would hurt her somehow, injure her if she didn't 
give in. 

Bill grinned obscenely down at the spectacle which his horrified young 
wife's spreading of her legs presented to his lusting gaze. He released one 
of her arms and grabbed his wildly pulsating cock as he lowered himself over 
her trembling young body. He placed the lust-bloated, purplish head at the 
entrance to her wetly cringing vagina, teasing along the rich cuntal valley, 
poised and ready... 

Suddenly, without warning, he levered forward with a vicious, almost gleeful 
cry and drove his great hot length of hardened cockflesh into her tightly 
clasping pussy, reveling in the warm moist feel of her sensitive inner walls 
expanding around his invading cudgel an ecstatic delight swirled through his 
sperm-laden balls at the touch of her cervix on the blood-raged knob as he 
buried his thick fleshy sword to the hilt in the warm sheath of her 
helplessly cringing cunt. 

"AAAGGGGGHHHHHUUUUUGGGGGGH!" Lori screamed in pain at his brutal entrance, 
her hips jerking up and her legs rising in involuntary protest at his 
forceful rape of her genitals. Bill's hotly eager lips found her mouth and, 
crushing down, he choked off her cries with his tongue. 

Without mercy, the young lawyer began to saw in and out of her with long, 
lunging strokes, pulling his monstrously thickened shaft almost all the way 
out before ramming forward to bury it completely again. Each time he flexed 
forward, the hairy sac of his testicles slapped resoundingly against her 
twisting, upturned buttocks. 

"Bill . . ." she screamed after he removed his mouth. "You're hurting mee! 
OOOOHHHH!!" 

But her husband was mindless with a crazed lust now, with his desire for 
release, with his need to ravage this woman who, for months, had coldly 
denied him what any man had to have. His long heatedly throbbing cock rammed 
again and again relentlessly into the tight passage up between her 
widespread legs...and soon ... he could feel the heat in his balls growing 
hotter and hotter . .. 

Lying helpless beneath his impalement, tears of pain and humiliation 
moistened Lori's cheeks as she felt torn asunder by the unmerciful rope by 
her husband. Tormenting visions of her tight-lipped aunt and the voluptuous 
Edy Randall flashed through her mind in vicious accompaniment to this brutal 
assault on her defenseless loins. 

Oh please, her mind pleaded mutely, have your orgasm! Please have your 
orgasm AND LET THIS BE OVER! PLEASE! 

Then, in order to achieve what she so desperately wanted, Lori endeavored to 
help her husband climax. She began to jerk and twist her hips in a circular 
motion, opening and closing her cuntal passage with a muscular action she 
had previously not thought possible. Bill was mewling into her mouth now, 
his heart hammering louder than her own, his hands sliding beneath her, his 
fingernails digging cruelly into the nakedly bearing flesh of her ass cheeks 
as he pounded into her mercilessly. 

'That's it, that's it," he cried, feeling Lori begin to writhe her body 
beneath his. "Fuck me, baby, oh yeah, FFUUUUUCCCCCKKKKK...FUUUUUCCCCCKKK!" 

The young wife tried to shut her ears to the foul words, striving even 
harder to obey his command, churning her hips wildly, madly now, squeezing 
his prick with her vaginal muscles harder and harder. 

He's gone crazy, she thought as the pain rose horribly. Crazy! Oh God, oh 
God, maybe Aunt Dorothy is right! This is horrible! HORRIBLE! 

The she felt Bill go rigid in midstroke. 

"Oh God, oh Jesus, I'm there, I'm there! I'm going to cum. CUUUMMMMM! I'M 
CCCCUUUUMMMMIIIIINNNGGG!" 

Bill felt the boiling fluid winding and gushing through his balls, and in a 
sudden explosion of unbearable excitement the first jet of hot, white sticky 
semen burst though the lust-bloated head of his wildly jerking cock to shoot 
heatedly into Lori's tight little cunt. He heaved himself into her as the 
first machinegun-like spurt was followed by another, then another. He moaned 
incoherently as his long thick penis jerked and twitched in her wetly 
clasping pussy, emptying his load of cum in what, to Lori, seemed to be a 
never-ending torrent of humiliation and degradation. She felt her body 
cringe in pain as her husband spewed the last of his gushing load into her 
exhausted vagina, the walls of which felt bruised and burning. She had 
shared none of his excitement and ecstasy, and waited only for the entire 
loathsome event to be over. 

At last Bill collapsed with a grunt, pressing her soft body down against the 
bed. His cock began to deflate, and he finally slipped it from the 
semen-inundated hole of his wife's cunt. He slid off of her and lay back on 
the bed. Within minutes he was sound asleep, breathing heavily, completely 
exhausted by the brutal attack, yet somehow, completely satisfied. 

Lori lay next to him in the room that was still flooded with moonlight. 
Outside she could still hear the cars and noises that characterized the 
exciting night life of Los Angeles. She felt lost and alone, confused and 
sickened by what had taken place. 

"Oh please, God, please help me," she cried softly into the night. 

Hours later, she fell into a tense, troubled sleep. 

CHAPTER TWO 

At ten o'clock the next morning Lori was vacuuming the thick carpet in the 
bright sunlit living room. She was barefoot, and wore only tight denim pants 
and a blouse that tied at the waist. Bill had risen and left before she had 
even begun to stir. 

It's just as well, she thought bitterly. I don't think I could have stood a 
confrontation this morning. Not after what he did to me last night. 

Her vaginal area still throbbed, an aching reminder of their clash over Edy 
Randall. She had never seen her husband lose control like that, and he had 
certainly never been so brutal or violent in his lovemaking. Remembering the 
loss of the anticipated weekend, Lori suddenly switched off the vacuum 
cleaner and sat quickly on the plush sofa, tears streaming uncontrollably 
from her eyes. 

What's happening to my marriage, she thought tearfully. Why am I so plagued 
by this jealousy? What's wrong with me? 

She knew much of the fault lay with her difficulties in freeing the erotic 
part of her nature. 

But I've been trying, God knows I've been trying to overcome it I She 
resented her husband for his cruel rape, for his extreme irritation with her 
difficulties. It seemed to her that he cared more for his business 
activities and his career than for her. She sighed deeply, utterly weary of 
the whole problem. It was a vicious circle to her, a puzzle with no 
solution. Their marriage, which had begun so brightly, now was in a serious 
decline, and there seemed to be nothing that could be done - Lori rose from 
the couch and gazed about the spacious living room. It was furnished simply 
but elegantly, in carefully chosen Danish modern furniture. The walls were 
graced with beautiful charcoal etchings and pastels. Bill's hi-fi, mounted 
on shelves, nearly covered an entire wall, and another wall was glass 
windows from floor to ceiling which gave a breathtaking view of Los Angeles, 
sprawled like a sleeping, sensuous female across miles of California desert 
land. In the distance the blue Pacific sparkled and hypnotized Lori's eyes 
as she gazed at it gleaming in the morning light. 

The young wife loved the ocean; it was the best thing about Los Angeles 
because she had never felt at home in the city itself. The people seemed so 
strange and bizarre to her! When she had been very young her parents had 
lived in the East. Now she could barely remember the graceful Connecticut 
country home where she had lived those blissful early years before the plane 
crash that took the lives of her mother and father. After that it seemed her 
world had ended. Suddenly she had been transported across a huge continent 
to live with an aunt she had never seen before. 

Aunt Dorothy, she thought sadly. I guess she tried to raise me the best way 
she could. She was so unhappy, and so afraid of everything, especially men. 

She remembered her years with her spinster aunt, living almost like a 
recluse, having very few friends - and those few handpicked by her diligent 
relative. She knew only school, and the deadly quiet of her aunt's house, 
filled with Victorian knick-knacks and antiques. She had taken a secretarial 
course in high school and as soon as she graduated got a high-paying job in 
a Los Angeles accounting office. Then, hardly eighteen, she met Bill - 
practically her first boyfriend. And it was love at first sight. 

When she first saw him in the luncheonette, dressed in a pearl-gray suit, 
blue shirt and blue-green tie, he seemed to be the handsomest man in the 
world. He was tall and slender and had Nordic blond hair, nearly white, and 
deep, penetrating blue eyes, as vividly blue as his shirt. She could 
scarcely believe it when he caught up with her on the street and charmed her 
into a date. 

Even Aunt Dorothy liked him, she remembered. 

It seemed only a few months before they were married. It was like a dream 
come true! Cinderella had found her Prince, and now all there was to do was 
wait for a happy ending. But the happy ending seemed nowhere in view at the 
moment. 

A doorbell interrupted her reverie. 

Now who could that be? 

She was expecting no one. She walked to the door and called out before 
opening it. 

"Who is it?" 

"Grocery boy," the voice said on the other side. 

Puzzled, Lori unlocked the door, but opened it only as far as the chain-lock 
would allow. She saw a swarthy, darkly handsome, long-haired young man in a 
white delivery coat with two bags of groceries. 

"Is this the Taylor's apartment?" he asked, smiling. 

"Yes, but I didn't order any groceries." 

"Are you sure? I mean this is the address and name they gave me...They 
usually don't make mistakes." 

"I'm positive." 

Suddenly she thought perhaps Bill might have ordered some food without 
telling her. It seemed improbable, but it might be true. 

"Well," she said somewhat hesitantly, "come in. But I don't think they're 
for me." 

"Gee, I'd appreciate it," the young man said. "These bags weigh a ton." 

Lori undid the lock and swung the door wide. The youth moved into the 
apartment, and Lori closed the door behind him. Suddenly she felt herself 
being shoved aside. 

"What's going on?" she asked somewhat fearfully. "What are you doing?" 

"Making sure we won't be interrupted, that's all." 

Lori was seized with fear; the world seemed to jolt off its axis as she 
watched the dark intruder locking her apartment door. He had dropped the 
bags on the floor, and she saw that there were no real groceries in them, 
only paper and empty cartons, made to appear like bags of groceries! 

"Oh God," she cried. "Who are you?" 

The young man turned to Lori, his dark eyes nearly paralyzing her with the 
intensity in them. 

"Spyder's the name, bitch." 

Her mind exploding with alarm, Lori saw him unbuttoning his delivery coat. 
He had a tall laborer's build, with long black straight hair. His skin was 
dark, and Lori guessed he must be Italian or Greek. His face was craggy and 
fierce, yet frighteningly handsome, in spite of the round gold earring in 
his left ear. Suddenly, as he took off his white jacket, Lori realized that 
he was a motorcycle outlaw! For under the jacket he wore only a ragged, 
greasy denim jacket with the sleeves ripped off. The jacket was decorated 
with Nazi emblems and cloth patches from brand-name oil and beer companies; 
silver studs, crudely hammered into the dirty denim, gleamed in the 
sunlight; and laced around the shoulder holes were thin strips of rawhide. 
He wore no shirt underneath, fully revealing his thickly muscled arms and 
their bulging, tattooed biceps; his chest, sculpted like a boxer's, was 
tufted with dark curling hair. His stomach muscles rippled with rock-hard 
flesh above the tight low-cut Levi dungarees. Lori guessed they must be what 
she had heard were called "originals", which were jeans never washed from 
the day the outlaw is initiated into his club. The tight material molded to 
every inch of his massive thighs and was stained with grease and dirt; rips 
and holes, from months of heavy wear on his motorcycle, showed patches of 
dark, hairy flesh beneath. The bulge of his crotch, incredibly huge, was an 
obscenely vulgar mound. 

He isn't wearing any underwear, she thought, icy prickles of terror racing 
through her, as she saw the vivid outline of his cock, like a thick piece of 
hose beneath the tight material. He wore dirt-encrusted, black, 
silver-buckled boots. 

"Like what you see, cunt?" he asked, seeing her eyes rove almost 
uncontrollably over his massive, muscular frame. 

"What...what do you want here?" she asked fearfully. 

He laughed harshly. 

"What do I want? Revenge, baby, revenge. You dig?" 

"What are you talking about? I've never seen you before in my life!" 

"No? Think again, babe. You have seen me before, you just don't remember 
it!" 

Lori racked her brain but couldn't remember where she had seen him before. I 
don't remember you...." she said, tears forming on her eyelids. "You're 
playing some kind of game with me...why? Why?" 

"You mean you don't remember the Satan's Studs?" 

Satan's Studs! 

Suddenly Lori's mind flashed back to a notorious courtroom murder case that 
Bill had been involved in. A motorcycle outlaw was accused of murdering a 
movie producer in his apartment. The outlaw gang was called...Satan's Studs! 

"Yes," she said. 'Yes, now I do remember. That murder, last year...." 

"Now you've got it! Your fucking prick of a husband sent my best buddy Sal 
to jail on a murder rap!" 

"What are you talking about?" 

"Your husband was working with the DA's office, and helped that picture 
studio railroad Sal into jail in order to whitewash the goddamn producer!" 

"I don't understand," she moaned tearfully. "I don't understand." 

"That producer had called us ... us! He calls the Satan's Studs, because 
we're famous all across this country and he knows it! He needs us for his 
picture so he can make some money! He's even going to use our name, Satan's 
Studs, in the title!. So Sal, my buddy, he's our business manager, you dig? 
And he goes to meet this guy, and the guy turns out to be queer! You dig? A 
fag! There's no fucking picture, this guy just wants to make Sal! No Satan's 
Stud gets duped like that, man, no way! So this fag starts gettin' uptight 
'cause Sal's calling his bluff; he threatens to call the cops and then he 
starts runnin' after Sal with a gun! The gun went off, it was an accident, 
but Sal got sent up! Because they had to keep the whole deal quiet or 
there'd be a scandal! Nobody frames the Satan's Studs, nobody! YOU DIG, 
BITCH?" His teeth were tightly bared as he leered at Lori. They were so 
close she could smell the heavy liquor on his breath, and see where pieces 
of his teeth had been chipped away in accidents. She tried moving away from 
him, into the living room, but he was right behind her. 

"What do you want with me? I didn't have anything to do with it!" 

"No, but your husband did! And now we're gonna get revenge!" 

"H .. . how?" she asked timidly. "What are you going to do?" 

He laughed again. 

"You'll find out, baby. Now, how about some booze. What have you got around 
here, huh? Let's get acquainted over a nice slug of hooch." 

He saw the bar in the corner of the living room and went to it. As he began 
to pour himself a drink, Lori realized she was literally being held captive 
by some sort of madman; panicking, she ran to the phone and began 
frantically dialing for the police. Spyder threw down his glass, ran to her, 
and tore the phone out of her hands, slamming it down. 

"None of that, baby." 

He grabbed her wrist and wrenched her away from the phone. 

"Ooooohhh! You're hurting me," she cried. 

"You ain't seen nothing yet, cunt," he sneered, hurling her to the couch. 
"Now you stay there and don't give me no trouble, or I'll rip that phone out 
of the wall and slam you across the mouth so hard nobody'll recognize that 
pretty face of yours ever again! You dig?" 

She glanced up at him, completely terrified. The trembling young wife knew 
instinctively that she had to submit to him completely or there was no 
telling what he might do. 

"All ... all right," she said, barely audible. 

"That's more like it," he said, pouring some Scotch into a shot glass. "You 
just do what I say, and everything'll be fine, just fine." He gulped down 
the liquor, smacked his lips, and leered at her. 

Lori's mind could barely comprehend the stormy turn of events. How could all 
this be happening to her? 

"How...how did you get in the building," she asked in a small frightened 
voice. 

"Rigged up a fake delivery truck and groceries and found me that white 
jacket. Walked right in the service entrance. Nobody even knew I was in the 
building." 

Lori thought bitterly to herself that they were paying an enormous rent for 
the safety of a doorman and guarded lobby, but any crook apparently could 
slip in if he had even the slightest imagination. 

As the liquor began to make itself felt in Spyder's brain, he gazed 
lustfully at the young wife he had come to menace. He saw her cowering in a 
corner of the deep, soft couch, her long dark hair tangled wildly around her 
head and shoulder. She looked imminently fuckable in her tight denim slacks; 
the ample curves of her upthrust breasts were fully revealed by the thin 
material of her blouse. 

Some chick! he thought admiringly, that's a goddamn lucky break for me! 

His huge, muscular cock stiffened with lust at the sight of the vulnerable 
young girl on the sofa. He wanted to sink his hard shaft of impatient 
gristle right into her, imagining she would be soft as pudding, sweet as 
candy. Slugging down another shot of whiskey, he began to anticipate his 
unholy mission. It had been agreed among the Studs that revenge must be 
taken on everyone who had had anything to do with Sal's conviction. Bill 
Taylor was first on the list, and the revenge would be sweet: the kidnap and 
systematic rape of his wife by the entire gang, with Spyder taking the first 
"plunge." 

In anticipation, he reached down and began slowly stroking the bulging 
outline beneath his loins, grinning obscenely at his cringing victim. 

"You like to get fucked, bitch?" he asked. 

Lori felt a shudder of revulsion shoot through her at his foul language. 

"ANSWER ME!" he shouted. 

She felt paralyzed, as if the shock of last night's horrible encounter with 
her husband, combined now with the nightmarish intrusion of this brute from 
the bowels of the city, had numbed her brain. She was like an automaton, 
past the point of feeling horrified, or even fearful. . . only a numb, empty 
paralysis. "I...I..." she stammered helplessly. 

"SAY IT! I LIKE TO GET FUCKED! SAY IT!" 

"I...I...like...." her voice was tiny, barely a whisper..."like to ... to 
... " 

"LOUDER!" 

The violence of his command made her jerk with fear. 

"I like to get...get...." the words stuck in her throat, as if frozen, "get 
fucked...." the horrid word tore loose at last...'There! Is that enough? I 
like to get fucked! I LIKE TO GET FUCKED!" 

She was shouting now, almost hysterical! 

"FUCKED! FUUUCCCCKKKED!" she repeated. "FUUUCCKKED!" 

Realizing with a rush of guilt what she had said, she buried her face in the 
arm of the sofa, utterly ashamed. 

"Beautiful, baby," Spyder slurred, already feeling the full effects of the 
drinks. "Have a drink to celebrate!" 

"No ... no ... " she tried drawing back on the couch as he approached with a 
huge shot of Scotch for her. As he came nearer she could smell the pungent 
masculine odor, both from his semi-nude body, and from his ragged, filthy 
clothes that had seen so much use and wear. It both repelled and excited 
her. He sat next to her on the couch and leaned in with the drink. The 
massive, overpowering masculinity almost made her faint. He exuded a 
powerful sense of life that made her feel small and tiny. Oddly, despite her 
loathing, she felt little prickles of desire go through her. 

Oh God, how can I feel this way? He's horrid! 

"Drink it, babe," he commanded, shoving the drink to her mouth. "Drink it, 
and let your hair down. You got a long weekend ahead of you." 

She turned her face away, but suddenly he grabbed her by the hair and forced 
her head back to face him. 

"Don't turn away from me, bitch! Now drink!" 

He forced her mouth open, and poured the Scotch into it. She gagged and 
coughed as the burning liquid surged down her throat. As she struggled, the 
drink spilled over her clothes, and she was suddenly sopping wet with 
Scotch. Some spilled on Spyder. 

"Far out, baby, far out! Better get those wet clothes off, right? Might 
catch cold!" 

"No! NOOOOO!" she screamed, as without warning, he tore away the wet blouse, 
ripping it from her fearfully trembling body. He quickly undid the clasps of 
her bra, throwing it in a corner, then bent and began licking and sucking on 
her firm nakedly warm breasts. 

Pinned by his powerful body in the corner of the plush couch, the terrified 
young wife could only twist and writhe in a futile effort to get away from 
his greedy wet mouth. 

"Scotch-flavored tits! Fuckingfarout!" he exulted, then began to bite and 
suck again. Involuntarily, her red-tipped little nipples grew turgidly erect 
and her skin goose-bumpled and tingled from excitement. 

Lori's mind was a rushing torrent of conflicting thoughts. She was revolted 
by this repellent animal slavering over her like a dog, but another part of 
her, called forth from the dim recesses of her unconscious by the violent 
succession of shocks she was experiencing, found that the gross activities 
were actually strangely thrilling. It was as if she was being permitted to 
enter another world, a world that was as different from what she was used to 
as night and day, but one in which she found a certain, dark, instinctive 
kinship. But then, her mind was flooded with the shocking reality of what 
was happening, and she began to resist with all her strength. 

"Nooo...NOOOOOOO!" she screamed. "LET ME GO!" 

With all her strength, the half-naked young wife struggled to get free, and 
managed to slip from his grasp. Rising from the couch, she started to run to 
the kitchen, but the brutal youth grabbed her roughly by the arm and threw 
her down onto the soft pile rug of the living room. 

"NO YOU DONT!" 

Roughly, he reached down and ripped the buttons from her tight pants, then 
began peeling the slacks off of her legs. 

"PLEASE!! PLEASE! I'll give you anything if you'll only leave me alone! Do 
you want money? I'll give you money!" 

"Money?" Spyder snarled. "I don't want your fucking money." He threw her 
jeans into the corner, then stood up and unbuckled his tight, ragged pants. 
He yanked them down, suddenly exposing his naked genitals to her view. She 
had always been in awe of her husband's penis and testicles, but she gasped 
when she saw Spyder's were larger even than that. His huge, menacingly erect 
cock was stiff as steel, and his balls looked like two tennis balls hanging 
in a soft Swede sack. 

"Nice, huh," Spyder said leeringly, as he saw the look of disbelief on 
Lori's face. "You like cock?" he asked as he grabbed his gargantuan tool and 
began to shake and jerk it in front of her eyes. He pulled back the thick 
slip of foreskin exposing the large, bulbous head that was red with blood 
and charged with lust. 

"What you got under those silky little panties?" he asked crudely. Without 
waiting for an answer, he ripped the flimsy white garment from her loins, 
with a sound of tearing silk. 

"Mmmm...nice and soft, these panties," he said, rubbing the sensually soft 
material over his angrily throbbing cock and balls exciting them even 
further. Lori tried to pull up her legs, to conceal her nakedly defenseless 
vagina, but the brutal motorcyclist merely reached down and yanked her legs 
apart. 

"Oh no, you don't! Don't go playing sweet little girl with me! To me, baby, 
you're just a chippy! A whore! You got me? NOW SPREAD THOSE LEGS!" 

She was shocked, overcome with a new and even deeper wave of horror. She 
closed her eyes, as if by doing so she could wipe away the nightmare that 
confronted her, but Spyder was not to be stopped. 

"I said open'em!" he shouted, and pulled her legs apart revealing the 
trembling pink flesh of her cuntal slit nestled beneath the softly curling 
pubic hair. "Now that's more like it," he said, grinning lewdly down at her. 

Lori was humiliated now beyond anything she had ever known possible. Feeling 
this man's eyes glaring shamelessly at her nakedly open vagina was too much 
to bear and she felt her flesh crawl in revulsion. 

Spyder could see the loathing on her face, and this made him more enraged. 

"So I disgust you, eh? Sweet, innocent little girl doesn't like Spyder, does 
she? You think I'm dirt! IS THAT IT? 

"No...NO!" she whimpered. 

"You're lying, you bitch! YOU'RE LYING! You all think cyclists are like 
trash! That's why Sal got sent up, that's why your husband called us pigs in 
the courtroom! Pigs, huh? WELL YOU'RE IN THE PIG-STY NOW, BABY, AND YOU'RE 
GOING TO FEEL A PIG'S PRICK IN YOUR PUSSY! HOW DO YOU LIKE THAT?" 

A wave of uncontrollable rage swept over him, and almost before he knew what 
he was doing he had yanked down his "originals" so that they hung around his 
engineer boots at his ankles. He took off his cutoff jacket and turned it to 
her eyes. 

"Look at this baby! Look at it!" 

On the back was a cloth patch sewn on with a death's head, and printed above 
it were the words SATAN'S STUDS, and below it, LOS ANGELES. 

"This is the symbol of the Studs," he snarled cruelly. "We're a family, 
baby, a group! Fuck around with one and you got to take on all of us! WHAT 
I'M DOING NOW IS FOR SAL AND ALL THE STUDS." He slipped the jacket back on 
and stood over her, panting with lust, his genitals throbbing with a lurid 
mixture of rage and carnal desire. He reached down and turned her on her 
stomach, then kneeling behind her he pulled her up by her hips with a 
violent movement, so that she was propped on her knees and elbows like a 
dog. His eyes glazed. He grabbed the soft, fleshy globes of her buttocks 
harshly, his long fingernails digging into the tender flesh, sending shots 
of pain through Lori's body. 

"AAAAGGGGGGHHHHHH!!" she screamed, feeling the sharp pain, her flesh 
trembling. 

"That's nothing, baby, that's nothing!" 

Consumed by revenge, his mind whirling with rage, he spread the cheeks apart 
with the palms of his hands, his eyes riveted on the tightly puckered rectal 
opening. A cruel smile played across his lips. 

Lori shuddered with revulsion, as she felt Spyder's long-nailed fingers 
subtly exploring her anal crack; she was mortified and ashamed. No one had 
ever touched her there! Now she closed her eyes and gritted her teeth as she 
felt his finger run up and down the crevice, sending shivers through her 
body. His finger stopped at the tight anal entrance. She could feel the edge 
of his fingernail explore the rim. With a gasp of horror she realized what 
he was about to do, and in the next split second she was consumed with a 
stinging shaft of burning pain as Spyder mercilessly jammed his finger into 
her anus. 

"AAAANNNNNGGGGGHHHHH!" she cried. 

She had never known such pain, like a red-hot knife searing into her tightly 
cringing anal passage and up through her back. 

"Stop, stop! Please!" she cried, sweat breaking out on her forehead. 

"Not a chance, sweetheart," he grunted, ramming his outstretched finger even 
further. Seeing her writhe and cry out in pain only increased his lust, so 
he forced his finger in deeper, further up into the tight little opening, 
widening, forcing entry as Lori continued to scream in terror and pain. 

"AAAAIEEEEEE! NOOOOOOO!" For a moment the captive young wife thought if she 
screamed loud enough some neighbor might hear her and call for help. But she 
remembered with irony that the walls were totally soundproof, an exclusive 
feature of the building and one of the reasons they had moved into the 
apartment. 

Spyder rammed and prodded his finger into the shuddering passage, sending 
unbelievable shafts of agony through Lori's painfully twisting young body. 
She pulled away, desperately clutching at the carpet, trying to escape the 
disgusting humiliation, but Spyder pulled her back, holding her tightly by 
the shoulder. He brutally fucked his finger in and out, forcing the elastic 
walls to widen, while his other hand held her firmly, his nails digging into 
the fearfully cringing flesh of her shoulders. 

She moaned, overcome with shame, pleading for him to stop but he was deaf to 
her shouts. Then, suddenly he pulled his finger out of the painfully 
throbbing anal passage and positioned her hips again so that her firm white 
buttocks were thrust up defenselessly in front of his long hard penis. He 
began to moisten his huge, impatiently pulsating cock with spittle. 

"Please...please...." she begged, "I'LL GIVE YOU ANYTHING YOU WANT! PLEASE 
DON'T DO THIS TO ME!" 

"This is what I want," he said, positioning his lust-engorged shaft at the 
entrance to her tightly puckering rectum. "THIS IS EXACTLY WHAT I WANT!" 

With a cry of triumph, he pulled back the thick foreskin, revealing his 
massively throbbing cockhead, moistened it also with a load of spittle, and 
then, with a sudden move, shoved his eagerly pulsing rod into her virginal 
little anus. He rammed in with a vicious jerk that sent Lori's defensely 
kneeling body thrusting forward in agony. 

"AAAAAEEEEEE!" she screamed. 

The helpless wife was filled with shame at being humiliated like a gutter 
prostitute, kneeling obscenely with this hulking animal straddling her so 
lewdly. 

Spyder looked down in triumph at Lori's tightly resisting anus, then 
grunted, and pushed his thickly pulsating cudgel in even further. 

"OOOOOOHHHHHH 

PLEASE STOP! I can't stand if," she cried, trying to pull forward to escape. 
But he gripped her flesh more tightly, digging his nails into the tender 
whiteness of her hips, and forced her to remain servile in front of him. 

Lori thrashed and wailed like a wounded animal, her head thrown back as she 
cried in pain with each vicious, body jolting thrust. 

Spyder began to slowly fuck her in and out, each sodomizing thrust widening 
the straining elastic channel and easing his crude entry. 

This is for you Sal, he thought in exaltation, this is for you! SATAN'S 
STUDS FOREVER! 

He moved more harshly, increasing his tempo, his mind reeling with liquor 
and lust. His dangling, enormous balls were swinging and slapping at the 
moistly heated flesh of her vaginal slit, still aching and strained from her 
husband's earlier forcible screwing, and now pained even further by Spyder's 
crude, brutal attack on her sensitive little anus. 

"NOOOOOO!" she cried, "NOOOOOO!" 

But nothing could stop him now. She felt as if she was being ripped to 
shreds by the hot iron shaft of his penis. He pumped his hips back and 
forth, back and forth, brutalizing the tight walls of her backside with his 
wild pistoning. He rammed and shoved, excitement surging through him, as he 
heard the piteous wailing from the young girl who was so completely at his 
mercy. Christ, he thought, she sounds like she's dying. 

Beneath him, though, a strange thing had begun to happen. As the torturous 
punishment reached its apex, Lori found herself surrendering to it 
involuntarily, out of paralysis, out of exhaustion 

bit by bit a totally new feeling began to ripple through her lithe young 
body. Unbelievable as it seemed to her, out of the burning humiliation and 
shame came an entirely new feeling of warmth and excitement. This was a 
sensation she had never felt in her entire life; as if she was melting, as 
if her body was consumed by waves of pleasure that made the pain seem almost 
bearable .... yes, even exciting. 

"OOOOOHHHHH...." she moaned..."OOOOOOOOH!" 

Spyder was grunting and moaning now, his body tense and shaking with lust; 
he was totally consumed by waves of hot, throbbing sensuality and he reveled 
in it. He loved to fuck, lived only for the sensual pleasures: whether 
fucking cycle "mama's", or riding his chopper, which gave him intense sexual 
excitement. Whenever he rode he usually had a hard-on and many times Rina, 
his latest chick, had jerked him off riding up the highway at ninety miles 
or more. He loved the Satan's Studs and their obscene world, and he loved 
Sal, his best buddy. When he was sent up the river on a phoney murder charge 
he resolved to get revenge, and now he was on the first plateau with the 
goddamned prosecutor's wife. He slammed his heatedly jerking penis into her 
tight little rectum with renewed lust. 

Beneath his powerful ramming, Lori was experiencing something her conscious 
mind could not comprehend: it was as if a hidden aspect of her personality 
... a wildness, a lewd thrill. . . were being wrenched up in her by Spyder's 
horrible attack. The pain had long since faded and was replaced by an 
extraordinary rapture. She moaned and felt her body thrash uncontrollably 
like a demon. 

Feeling her squirm ecstatically beneath him, Spyder increased his tempo. He 
knew she was beginning to enjoy it. 

They're all alike, he thought lewdly, the little princesses who screw like 
whores when they realize what's waiting for them' Well come out of the 
closet baby, and welcome to the land of fucking! 

His swollen penis plunged still deeper into her hotly heaving anal passage, 
and he could feel white hot sperm begin to gather and surge through his 
testicles. 

Lori, too, was suddenly caught up in a whirling vortex of excitement such as 
she had never known before. She felt extraordinary velvety warm flashes 
surging through her wantonly writhing loins. Her voluptuous young body was 
trembling with an animal-like passion...the pain nearly lost in the 
delicious new thrills that filled her. She was cumming! dimming for the 
first time in her life. 

"OH GOD, OH GOD!!" she cried ecstatically as she felt her vaginal walls 
secreting their female juices with an aching sweetness that was beyond 
belief. "IT FEELS SO GOOOOOOOODD! SOOOOOOOOOO GOOOOOOODDDDD!" 

"AH . . AH...AHHHHHHHH!!!!" Spyder shrieked as he shot his raging load of 
super-heated semen into the violently clenching depths of her rectum. 
Convulsive spasms rippled through his wildly jerking cock as he spewed a 
seemingly unending torrent of white-hot cum deep into her. 

Lori could feel the boiling lava spurting into her loins and seeming to 
spread out through her entire body. She felt as if she was melting and 
flying off in a million tiny pieces! She could scarcely believe how 
wonderful it was! Her own heated juices were gushing inside her vaginal 
passage, triggered into release by the turbulent activity in her nether 
above. All pangs of guilt and revulsion were washed away in the vast, hot 
ocean of ecstasy that surged through her. 

Spyder rammed his great invading cudgel back and forth, like a primitive 
barbarian, until finally, after what seemed forever, the last of his white 
sperm jetted into her. Then, with a sudden pop, he pulled away and slumped 
to the floor. 

Lori lay heaving and panting, feeling the return of pain to her hideously 
stretched and shuddering anal passage. She realized she had been through the 
most terrifying ordeal of her life. Yet, despite the horror, she found that 
she had experienced her first real orgasm...and SHE LOVED IT! SHE LOVED IT! 
She turned to see Spyder grinning lewdly at her, as if he read her thoughts. 
She emitted a little cry of alarm, and suddenly, in a dizzying rush, 
everything went black. 

CHAPTER THREE 

A late-model Oldsmobile convertible sailed neatly up the Pacific Coast 
Highway towards Malibu. Bill Taylor sat in the sleek car, liking the feel of 
the ocean breeze rippling through his hair, driving smoothly in the bright 
June morning. He was glad to be out of the city, away from the complications 
and difficulties with Lori. One part of him felt deeply ashamed of the rough 
treatment he had given her the night before, but another part instinctively 
knew that what had happened was only the result of long-pent-up needs and 
desires. In fact, he had to admit that despite the cruelty of his fucking, 
he had actually enjoyed it. 

Hell, he thought, I felt like a man! Strong and potent! God knows I haven't 
felt like that in a long time. Too long! 

He loved his wife, loved her deeply. But somehow he felt the difficulties he 
encountered with her were greater than he knew how to handle. Sure, he'd 
dated before he married and had been known to "swing" on occasion; although 
he was no Don Juan, he knew how to handle women. At least up till now. He 
had racked his brain to see if there wasn't some way he could reach Lori, 
some gentler attitude, perhaps, or new sexual technique, but no matter what 
he tried it all ended in disappointment and failure. Little wonder, then, 
that he had exploded last night like he did. 

Christ, maybe we should both see analysts, he mused. 

He tried to push all tormenting thoughts out of his head and concentrate on 
the business at hand: Edy Randall. His boss had tried to give him some idea 
what to expect. 

"I'll tell you Bill," Ed Carey had said only last night, "she's a strange 
girl. Unpredictable. Wild! You know what I mean? She's had to fight her way 
through a jungle ever since she was just a kid, and it's made her a little 
tough. 'Temperamental,' is the word, I think. But you can handle her. Just 
turn on the old charm." 

Bill wondered if the "old charm" would be enough in this situation. He 
remembered Edy Randall from her sensational screen debut at seventeen in 
Child Bride. There had been such a storm of protest that the film very 
nearly wasn't released; churches denounced it, preachers warned against it 
from their Sunday morning pulpits; but when the picture opened the public 
flocked to it, and small wonder. Edy Randall was perfect for the role: a 
backwoods bride, supposedly just fourteen, married to a lecherous, drunken 
farmer. She was seductive, vulnerable, exotic, and exciting by turns; she 
exuded a magnetic quality that made her a superstar almost overnight. He had 
seen the film when he was sixteen years old, and the first view of the 
black-haired nymphet made his youthful cock shoot erect like a cannon. On 
the surface she seemed innocent and naive, an apple-cheeked country girl. 
But when she turned on the sex appeal the screen sizzled with smoldering 
eroticism; she became the sex symbol for a whole generation of men. 

Picture after picture starring the young discovery were released. Girl of 
the Mountains, Roadhouse, Saturday Nite, Reform School Confidential, That 
Kelly Girl! and dozens of others. She had almost won an oscar for one of 
them, he recalled. Lately though, he knew her career was on the skids. The 
public wanted more sophisticated women now, or girls with waif-like 
qualities. Edy's straight-forward sensuality was in decline. But there was a 
chance, with a television series, to revive her career. 

Bill slowed down by a huge iron gate on the outskirts of Malibu. An 
insignia, a coiled snake, located on a stone post, was the only sign that it 
was a star's estate. He stopped the car. Almost immediately the gates swung 
open automatically. 

Must be some kind of electric eye device, he supposed, as he maneuvered the 
car into the drive. 

The grounds to her estate were heavily wooded, and after driving a short 
distance the woods cleared, revealing an enormous, rectangular house of 
concrete and glass; beyond it was the sweep of the Pacific. He parked the 
car and got out; his eyes took in the spacious grounds. The majestic house 
was located on the edge of a steep cliff. Exotic plants and flowers grew 
everywhere in abundance. By a narrow series of steps carved out of the side 
of the cliff one could descend to the private, rock-enclosed beach below. 
The house was of a sleek, modern design, with simple sharp lines. He found 
himself at the front door. A wide slab of solid walnut with an oddly shaped 
knocker. Suddenly Bill stared open-mouthed at the metal object: it was -a 
man's cock, a bronze penis that swung down to hit .........Christ, it's a 
cunt! A cock and cunt doorknocker! 

He couldn't believe it at first, but on closer inspection there was no doubt 
as to what it was. Tentatively he reached out and, feeling slightly foolish, 
took the strange, phallic object in his hand and pounded it on the metal 
pussy. 

This is going to be some weekend, he thought, some hell of a weekend. 

He heard a voice from inside. 

"Just a minute, honey; I'll be right there." 

There was no mistaking that throaty, sensuous voice. Moments later the wide 
door swung open, and the ravishing star stood before him. He gasped when he 
saw her. She was just as svelte and beautiful as she looked in her pictures! 
Her face was radiant: ivory skin, with deep green, cat-like eyes, an 
upturned nose, like a little girl's, and full, red lips, lips that had set 
the silver screen ablaze in full closeup. Her famed black hair was in 
complete disarray, but it made her look like a wild gypsy woman, the way it 
was tangled luridly. She looked breathless, as if she had just run up a 
broad hillside to meet her peasant lover. 

"Well, hello, good-looking," she said melodiously, her eyes taking in Bill's 
handsome face and slim, obviously muscular physique. 

The young lawyer could hardly speak as he caught sight of the star's 
fabulous body. Her smooth shoulders were like warm carrara marble. She wore 
a skimpy silk halter that perfectly outlined her melon-size breasts, those 
supplely shimmering globes that jutted out so proudly. The flimsy material 
was almost transparent, and he could clearly see the ruddy nipples beneath 
the halter, and the dark aureoles surrounding them. He had to resist the 
temptation to reach out and grab that succulent flesh with his hands. 

She's incredible! 

Her midriff was bare, and she wore a glittering ruby-like jewel in her 
navel. Her hips were clad in the skimpiest, tightest hot pants he had ever 
seen. They were made of extremely thin glove leather, or deerskin, almost 
the color of flesh so she appeared almost stark naked. The leather was so 
tight it revealed the furrowed vaginal cleft perfectly, and he could even 
see the outlined mound of her pubic hair. Her legs were long and slender, 
and she wore thong sandals to accentuate her delicate little feet. 

"I'm Bill Taylor...." 

"I know, honey .. . come on in." 

She turned away from him and led him inside the house. The attorney caught 
his breath when he saw the lust half-moons of her buttocks tightly encased 
in the hot pants. Involuntarily, his huge cock jerked to life. 

"Just shut the door behind you," she called back over her shoulder. "I've 
got some Martini's ready. By the way are you hungry?" 

"No," he said, shutting the door. "I had something at a restaurant before I 
got here." 

He found himself on the first floor of a two-story house. The living room 
took up most of the first floor, and it was breathtaking to behold. There 
was practically no furniture. Just a wall-to-tall, thick-piled golden shag 
rug, a few low tables, and dozens of huge pillows flung about in expensive 
brocades, velvets and satin. Splashes of red, orange and rust caught the 
eye. One wall offered a massive wall of sliding glass doors opening onto a 
carpeted balcony overlooking the Pacific; another wall was completely 
covered in smokey glass. The third had huge paintings of naked men and 
women, some in various states of copulation. Every detail of their bodies 
was perfectly drawn, particularly the genitals, which were in every case 
enlarged almost past reality. Bill found himself staring at the pictures as 
Edy mixed the Martini's. 

"What do you think?" she asked, handing him a crystal glass full of clear 
liquid. "Like the picture?" 

'They're...they're really something," he said, taking the glass. The 
combination of the obscene pictures and her magnetic presence, nearly naked 
next to him, made his body warm and flush. A light sweat broke out on his 
forehead. 

"I did them myself ... I love to paint... and I especially love to paint 
people. And cocks and pussy." She turned to him with a little-girlish 
expression. "Did I shock you? I get carried away sometimes. If I go too far 
you just tell me, okay?" 

She looked at him with such, sweet, innocent eyes that he felt hot 
vibrations run through him. He wanted to take her in his arms and ... kiss 
her! Fuck her! A sudden pang of guilt washed through him, and he quickly 
took a sip of the strong Martini. 

"Hey," he said, savoring the drink, you sure like it dry." 

"I like my Martini's very dry...other things I like wet," the actress 
replied, smiling mysteriously. "Say, take off your jacket and make yourself 
at home. You don't mind if I don't join you for the drink, do you? I don't 
like liquor myself. Except for a little wine." 

"No, not at all." 

"Good. Then I hope you also don't mind what I do like. Cocaine." 

"Cocaine?" Bill had only heard of cocaine from news reports, or from trials 
where drugs were involved. "No, I don't mind. To tell you the truth I've 
never been around it." 

"You haven't? Oh honey, do you want to try it? I've got some dynamite 
stuff!" 

"No ... no, I don't think so." Bill had heard enough about drugs to know it 
was wise to stay well away. 

'Too bad...well maybe I can persuade you to have some later." She started to 
move across the room; then, catching sight of herself in the mirror, she 
gazed at her body for a moment. "Gee, I look such a mess, I only got up 
about twenty minutes ago. I'm sorry." 

She stretched, so that every inch of her sensually voluptuous body was 
exposed in its fullest to Bill's eager gaze. His rapidly enlarging cock 
pounded with excitement as his eyes roved hungrily over her creamy flesh. 

"You...you look fine," the young lawyer said, somewhat hesitantly. He had 
never met anyone like her before, and he found himself completely 
fascinated. In fact, he could barely tear his eyes away from her luscious 
curves. 

Get yourself under control, he commanded with an inner voice, you're a 
married man! 

With deliberation, he set his drink down on a low table and then took off 
his madras sports jacket. From across the room the alluring actress watched 
the blond, sun-tanned attorney. Her glittering green eyes roved quickly over 
his tall, slender body and she inwardly approved of his broad shoulders and 
slim hips. He wore a bright yellow shirt and tight black flared slacks. The 
material of his pants outlined his muscular legs and thighs. 

"You don't look like a lawyer," Edy said, smiling. "Most lawyers are paunchy 
and bald, and they smell of deodorant. You I like. Are you Scandinavian?" 

"My mother was from Sweden ... my father was Scottish." 

"Quite a combination. You're gorgeous honey." 

'Thanks," he said, trying to conceal the blush that lightly tinged his fair 
skin a light red. He reclined on the pillows and watched as Edy knelt behind 
a low wooden table. She opened a drawer and withdrew a small metal box. 
Raising the lid, she took out a tiny gold spoon and a little blue bowl of 
white powder. Taking a small scoop of the powder in the spoon she lifted it 
to her nose. Holding one nostril closed with her finger, she quickly snorted 
the white substance into her nose, inhaling it deeply. 

"Mmmmmmm...." she sighed. "This stuff hits fast. Numbs your nose too. And it 
feels sooooooo goooooodd! Sure you won't have some?" 

"No ... no thanks," he said. 

"Okay. But as my Grandfather used to say, 'Sonny, it's guaranteed to put 
pepper in your pecker'!" 

Bill laughed suddenly and uproariously at her joke. Despite a vague sense of 
disapproval of this curvaceous female's habits, he found himself more and 
more enchanted by her hypnotic, uninhibited personality. 

Edy was pleased she was having such an obviously positive effect on the 
handsome young man. Lifting the spoon of powder to her other nostril, she 
quickly inhaled again. She repeated this several times, until finally she 
closed the box and put it away in the drawer. Her eyes began to take on a 
hazy cast, that made her appear somewhat unearthly. Bill watched intently as 
the actress relaxed into the high of the drug. Her voluptuous body seemed to 
relax and melt, become even more enticing. Her skin seemed to shimmer and 
glow. She closed her eyes, still kneeling, and let her head hang back. 

"Oooooohhhhhh..." she sighed. Arching her back, she pushed her large, ripely 
firm breasts forward. Bill's eyes bulged as he saw them jutted out 
proudly...two luscious globes tantalizingly concealed behind the sheer silk 
of her skimpy halter. It seemed to the awe-struck lawyer that the slightest 
breeze would untie the flimsy garment and send it fluttering away, fully 
exposing her warm flesh in all its glory. He took another swallow of his 
potent drink, and began to feel raunchy and mellow as the heady effects of 
the alcohol relaxed his muscles. His body grew warmer. His breath came 
faster and faster. 

Edy lifted her head and sat erect. 

"Oh, I just love that sweet cocaine," she said in a voice slightly softened 
and woozy from the powder. She rose from the floor and went to a panel of 
switches embedded in the walls. She flicked one of them, and music suddenly 
filled the room from hidden, unseen speakers. It was rock music, bluesy and 
hard. 

"The Grateful Dead," she said, undulating her perfect, sculptured body to 
the lewd pulsing rhythms of the music. "I love their music. I love them, 
too. Have you ever seen them?" 

"No ... I haven't ... in fact I don't keep up much with what's happening in 
music...." 

"No? Oh, honey, where've you been keeping yourself? Oh, Edy's gonna have to 
take you under her wing and give you a lesson or two." 

She smiled impishly at him, and he smiled back. He liked the sexy beat of 
the music and found himself swinging his hips a little in accompaniment, as 
Edy moved about the room undulating her body obscenely, shaking her hips in 
a grinding, rotating motion that made Bill's penis lurch excitedly. The 
sudden surge of hot desire made the handsome attorney conscious for the 
first time since he'd arrived of the purpose of his mission. Feeling 
somewhat awkward, he stopped dancing. 

"Say...about those contracts ... I think maybe I should look them over..." 

"Oh, god, the contracts! Jesus, honey, I almost forgot all about them. 
That's what The Dead' do to me! I get so carried away with their music I 
just want to boogie all night. Have you ever seen them?" 

"No...." 

"Oh, that's right... I remember...well they're really good looking ... in 
those cowboy hats and jeans...and long hair ... oh I just love guys in long 
hair! Oh, but don't get me wrong...short hair is groovy too ... in fact on 
some guys its really better, like with you..." she gave him a little teasing 
wink. "Now those contracts...where the hell are they...." 

She went to a low table that apparently served" as a desk, for she began to 
rummage through drawers filled with papers and contracts. 

"Dammit, I can't find them anywhere...." she said, flinging papers every 
which way around the room. Maybe they're upstairs. Whew, I'm tired already." 

She slammed the drawers shut and flung herself down on the pillows, splaying 
her legs lewdly. 

Christ, I can see up those leather hot pants almost right into her cunt, 
Bill thought excitedly, as the succulent film star opened her legs in front 
of him, lying only a few feet from where he stood. 

"How about we rest awhile until I come down a little, then I'll look again. 
I think we should get acquainted first anyway, okay?" 

"Okay," Bill said, spellbound by her revealing position. 

Bill sat down, reclining on the pillows. Edy lay back fully arching her back 
and spreading her legs obscenely. 

"Aaaahhhhhh...." she sighed, "it's so nice to lie here stoned and feel my 
body." 

She began to stretch and writhe on the pillows in a way that made Bill's 
massively growing cock pound with lewd desire. As much as he tried to resist 
her charms, the sight of this lushly sensual woman spreading her legs like a 
whore and running her hands over her wantonly writhing, nearly naked body 
was exciting the young lawyer beyond belief. Her eyes were closed and she 
seemed to be in some kind of ecstatic, erotic dream induced by the drug. 
With infinite laziness of gestures the ravishing creature reached her hand 
up and undid the thin tie of her halter which fell away fully exposing the 
sharp-pointed mounds of her fleshy breasts. The sight of it took the young 
lawyer's breath away. She was crazy and sensual beyond anything he had ever 
known possible. 

"You don't mind if I just take off this halter, do you? It's so warm .. . 
and my tits feel so much nicer with just that cool air on them...." 

"No...." the blond attorney said, mesmerized by the events that were taking 
place, "do whatever you want. Believe me it's fine with me." 

'Then take off your shirt if you want...." 

Bill froze at her suggestion. Suddenly he was brought back to reality with a 
shock. 

What the hell am I doing here with this freaked-out chick? 

The image of his wife's face suddenly flashed in his mind, and he became 
deeply ashamed of having let himself become so carried away with what was 
happening. She was obviously seducing him! He had been slowly drifting 
completely under her lewd spell. He sat up suddenly, feeling almost 
nauseous. 

Sensing his discomfort Edy sat up also. 

"What's the matter, honey?" 

"Nothing...nothing...." Bill stammered. "I guess it's the drink. I'm a 
little dizzy...that's all..." 

The actress knew at once what the trouble was. 

'Thinking about your wife?" 

Bill stared at her intensely. She seemed able to read his every thought! His 
mind reeled in confusion! The situation was getting completely out of hand, 
and he was powerless to stop it. Edy leaned forward; the closeness of her 
nakedly quivering breasts electrified him. 

"Let me lay my cards on the table, Bill. I like you. In fact I think you're 
beautiful.. . one of the most beautiful, desirable men I've ever met ... " 

Bill was pleased at the compliment, but his mind still struggled in 
resistance to the voluptuous female's artful charms. 

"I want you ... I want to feel your big old cock in my pussy...." 

The handsome attorney could scarcely believe what she was saying to him. It 
was incredible, and yet at the same time he was wildly excited by it. Her 
eyes glittered and seemed to hypnotize as she gazed intensely at him and 
spoke. He couldn't pull himself away from her no matter how hard he tried! 

"Oh baby, I know how to make a man happy ... let me show you ... I want you 
to fuck me ... fuck me with your big prick, Bill..." 

His heart thudded against his chest like thunder, and his long, massively 
pulsating cock was boiling with excitement. Edy reached out and placed her 
hand squarely on his pulsing crotch, and began to massage it with slow, lewd 
gestures. 

"What your wife doesn't know won't hurt her ... this is between us Bill. . . 
you and I... our little secret. . . why shouldn't two beautiful animals fuck 
each other if they're attracted ... it's only natural.. . and I want to cum 
with you Bill... I want to cum like fire with your cock in my cunt..." 

Her ruby red lips were parted, half-open in ecstasy, her eyes glimmered like 
jewels, and BUI felt himself become consumed with an overwhelming desire to 
screw the living hell out of this luscious female. In a sudden swirl of 
obscene desire, all guilt, doubts and thoughts of Lori were smashed aside. 
With a groan of animal lust he suddenly reached out and grabbed her 
voluptuous half-naked body, drawing her to him in a tight embrace. 

"Oh baby," Bill said, holding her tightly in his muscular arms. "Oh baby!" 

The excited young lawyer fiercely kissed her, shoving his quivering tongue 
deep into her open mouth, flicking his oral spear behind her teeth, merging 
his tongue obscenely with hers, then letting his tip explore every inch of 
the warm wet cavern. Bill exulted in the fact that she offered no resistance 
whatever, she craved him, and he could feel it in her vulgar, willing 
surrender to his eagerly probing tongue. 

Edy's hand quickly roved down between Bill's legs where she felt the thickly 
stiff penis, throbbing with lust and straining against his tight slacks. She 
slowly began to massage it again - playing with his hardness through his 
clothes. 

"Oooooooohhhhh...." he moaned into her open mouth as she caressed the soft, 
pulsing mound of his testicles. His hands slid smoothly over the velvety 
naked flesh of her back. How warm and silky it felt! Then his hands moved 
down to the supplely rounded cushions of her buttocks, tightly encased in 
the soft leather. He squeezed hard, reveling in the resilience, then rubbed 
his palms over the smooth surface of the hot pants. She wasn't wearing any 
underwear beneath, and his hand slid obscenely down inside, fingering the 
nakedly warm fold of her ass cheeks. 

Edy reached up with her mouth and bit the soft flesh of Bill's earlobe, 
lightly at first, then a little harder. At first the muscular attorney 
didn't like the twinge of sharp pain, but as she continued, the quick harsh 
darts were undeniably exciting and his body tingled, surging with throbbing 
desire. 

"Like that?" she whispered. 

In response, he suddenly bent down and kissed her neck hard with his 
tightened lips, making a little red welt in her skin. 

"Ooooohhhhh baby!" she purred, throwing her head back and digging her 
fingers sharply into his shoulders. 

Bill shuddered through his entire body, now inflamed with lust. His long 
hard cock throbbed excitedly, yearning to bury itself in the tender warmth 
of her steaming pussy. In the turbulent onrush of passion he had flung aside 
all reason and restraint. Kneeling down, he slowly unlaced the skimpy 
leather hot pants. Slowly, the garment began to slide down her legs. She 
stood to help him undress her, standing before him like an amazon goddess, 
eyes blazing, black hair in a wild, tangled mass, her face a mask of lurid 
animal passion. She allowed him to remove the garment almost like a ritual. 
He sat on his heels, after flinging the pants in the corner, and gazed at 
her in disbelief. She stood totally naked, her warm skin gleaming; the sex 
idol of millions stood there obscenely, her enormous breasts heaving, 
gleaming with lust. She spread her legs apart like a whore. 

"I'm all your's, lover..." she purred, thrusting her hips forward and 
pulling wide her outer vaginal lips with her hands to fully expose the pink, 
wetly throbbing flesh of her pussy. 

"Like it?" She didn't give him a chance to answer. Smiling lewdly she knelt 
down and sat before Bill, slowly undoing the buttons of his shirt as she wet 
her lips by lolling her tongue over them teasingly. She pulled the shirt off 
of his upper torso, fully revealing his athletic muscular build. 

"You look like Adonis...." the torrid female whispered admiringly. "Like the 
Greek god Adonis." 

She pulled him to his feet, and ran her hands over his well-muscled chest 
and shoulders. 

"There's not an ounce of fat anywhere," she said. Swiftly she unbuckled his 
wide leather belt and pulled the metal zipper of his fly slowly and 
tantalizingly down. Then deftly she lowered both the pants and shorts, fully 
exposing his genitals. His iron-hard cock shot erect, pulsating with 
excitement. His hairy balls, swaying lewdly underneath, pulsed and tightened 
in anticipation. 

"You've got quite a cock and balls, lover ... big and hard as a shotgun...." 

She grabbed the young attorney's pulsing tool with her hands and caressed it 
lovingly. 

Overcome with excitement, Bill pulled away momentarily to quickly kick off 
his pants, shoes and socks. Both of them were naked now, two perfect bodies 
aching to fuck. They embraced, clasping each other feverishly. Edy loved his 
hard young body, and her hands roamed eagerly over his broad back and slim 
hips. She gripped his hard, muscular buttocks obscenely. 

"You're beautiful," she gasped, "beautiful!" 

Bill, shaking with excitement, ran his hands over the satin-smooth skin of 
her nakedly voluptuous body. 

His hot hands squeezed her huge, soft quivering breasts then slid toward the 
sleek warm curves of her hips. Edy thrust her pelvis back and forth in 
rhythm to the luridly pounding rock music that poured from the walk as she 
again clasped the lawyer's thick, wildly throbbing cock and skillfully slid 
back the soft foreskin to expose the hot rubbery head, teasing it with her 
nimble fingers, rubbing and shaking it with artful moves that drove Bill 
into a frenzy of passion. 

"Aaaahhhh!" he groaned. His hand quickly dropped down to the softly curling 
strands of pubic hair that sparsely surrounded her vaginal slit and began 
exploring the moistly heated area with trembling hands. 

Edy cried out with pleasure as she felt his fingers probe the entire length 
of her warmly twitching furrow of cuntal flesh. He massaged the tender 
clitoris, which hardened instantly, sending a shiver of lewd excitement 
through the lust-crazed actress; then, without warning, he suddenly buried 
his outstretched middle finger deeply into the wildly throbbing vaginal 
sheath. 

"YES!" she cried, opening her legs to receive his plunging finger. 
"YESSSSS!" 

Bill eagerly wormed his finger into the warm moist interior of her pussy, 
and the action seemed to drive her mad with lust. 

"Oh I want you to come into me now! Now!" she cried, driven to the point of 
erotic explosion by his finger strokes. 

The shamelessly aroused actress moved quickly towards another part of the 
room, facing the vast expanse of mirror. She knelt down dog fashion, facing 
it. 

Damn, Bill thought, what the hell is she up to? 

Her gleaming white buttocks waggled at him lewdly, a vulgar invitation to be 
taken from behind. 

My god, she wants me dog fashion, so she can watch it in the mirror! Christ! 

Edy knew exactly what she wanted and how she wanted it. Despite his initial 
shock, Bill found himself driven wild by every crude, obscene aspect of her 
behavior. She was calling forth a dark jungle instinct that he had only 
barely known existed until recently. It was a barbaric, vulgar part of him 
and he reveled in it! 

"Fuck me from behind," she screamed. "Ram that big cock of yours right into 
me from behind!" 

At her lewd words, the young lawyer exploded with lust. He moved to her, 
breathing like a panting beast, his massive hardness fully erect and 
purplish-red from excitement. The veins along the length of his organ were 
fully outlined and straining against the thin membrane of skin as his 
sperm-laden balls rocked and thundered with passion. The naked young 
attorney positioned himself behind her and placed the pounding head of his 
massive pole at the wetly puckering entrance to her pussy, then he caught 
sight of himself in the mirror and could scarcely believe what he beheld. He 
looked like a rampaging demon-god or satyr. It was a wild and powerful image 
he beheld, a side of himself both new and extraordinary! 

GIVE IT TO ME, LOVER! SLAM IT INTO ME NOW!" she cried out, her head thrown 
back, her green eyes glazed with lust and cocaine. 

"UUUUUUUNNNNNNNGGGGGGHH!" Bill cried, and shoved his long, massively thick 
penis all the way up into her tightly clasping cuntal sheath almost to her 
belly; he buried it up to the hilt, causing his sperm-bloated testicles to 
bounce against the back of her eagerly trembling thighs. He began ramming 
his cock in and out of her hot young pussy, and each thrust made a wet 
sluicing sound that drove them both mad with sensuality. 

"Ooooooooohhhhhhhh!" he moaned. "You feel so good." 

"So do you, lover! Your cock feels like a big hot log inside me ! Fuck me! 
Fuck me!" 

He began to move his lust-inflated cock in and out of her, increasing his 
rhythm as he went. A savage music came pounding from the hidden stereo 
speakers: wild, erotic guitar music, drums that drove him on with vulgar 
insistency. Edy pumped back eagerly, her vaginal walls growing moist; the 
tight flesh clasped hungrily at his long battering ram. 

The frenzied young attorney had never before known such a savage sense of 
freedom. It was an incredible extension of the sense of lewd abandon that he 
felt last night when he had cruelly attacked his wife. Now, in the most 
ferocious coupling of his life, with a female that was desired by millions 
of men all over the world, he felt potent and lusty beyond his wildest 
dreams. He rammed her with mounting intensity that bordered on animal 
madness. 

"Oh baby, I'm going to fuck you! FUCK YOU!" he shouted. 

His obscene shouts, combined with the lascivious images in the mirror, 
transformed Edy's mind into a turbulent, drug-clouded whirlpool of passion 
and coarse sexuality. She felt his hard, sweaty body twisting and plunging 
into her from behind, driving her to maddening heights of sexual delirium. 
Her loins were burning with passion! 

"HARDER," she cried, "FUCK ME HARDER! HURT ME! MAKE ME HURT!" 

Her obscene words, and the sight of her thrashing like a feverish banshee in 
the mirror, drove him on. 

So she likes it hard and rough, he thought energetically, well that suits me 
fine! 

Bill had never fucked like this in his life, but he was somehow completely, 
instinctively at home. He was discovering missing parts of himself. All 
tender sensibilities were driven totally from his mind as he fucked her 
without mercy, his powerful, rock-hard buttocks slamming like a wrecking 
ball as he battered her femaledom. His long, sinewy cock was gorged to the 
bursting point, as his lust-tightened balls slapped wildly against the 
actress' wet inner thighs. The sex-maddened young lawyer felt every muscle 
strained and tense with desire. 

"AAAAAAGGGGGGHHHHHH!!" Edy screamed, reveling obscenely in this animal-like 
fucking she was receiving. The harder he drove into her the more she wanted! 
And if it hurt and bruised her, than that made it all the more exciting, for 
the pain affected her like a wild aphrodisiac. She lived for two things: 
erotic pleasure and public acclaim. She wanted and needed both as much as 
the cocaine that seeped through her brain. The amoral sex goddess was one of 
the most shocking creatures in Hollywood! And she didn't care! She craved 
only excitement now! She lost herself in the burning pleasure of his vile, 
iron-hard cock burying into her, plunging along the moistly steaming walls 
of her boiling pussy and slamming like a piston against the tender 
shuddering nub of her cervix. 

Suddenly, Bill felt his wild seed begin to hotly surge and gather in his 
loins. His testicles, swinging and bouncing as he screwed her mightily, 
began to build up pressure which would, within seconds, become intolerable. 

Edy felt the change in him, and at the same time felt herself bathed in a 
new exultancy. The exquisite throbbing in her wetly quivering pussy began to 
grow into earthquake proportions; she was bathed in waves of scalding, 
pulsing pleasure too erotically beautiful to withhold. 

"OOOOOOHHHHHH" she screamed, "I'M CUUUUMMMMMMMMIIIIIINNNNGGGG!" 

Her eyes were transfixed on the bronzed lawyer's gleaming, muscular body, 
caught in the beginning spasms of his own orgasm, as it was reflected in the 
mirror, while her body shuddered with explosions. 

"AHH . AH . . UUUUNNNNGGGGHHHH!" Bill yelled as he spurted his torrents of 
hot jism into her wildly trembling cunt. "FUCK . . FUCK .. AAANNNNGGGGHHHH!" 
He drove himself in a way he had never done with his wife. His cock was 
shooting rocket fuel a thousand tons a second into the luridly writhing 
female. 

Edy received his piston-strokes with shrieking cries! Her warmly seeping 
cuntal juices were flowing freely, and a velvety pleasure washed through her 
abdomen like a hot magic river. 

"OOOOOOHHHHHH...AHHHHH...." she mewled, as little sparkles of warmth raced 
through every part of her body. 

Gradually Bill spent himself completely, and he squeezed the last drops of 
liquid into her boiling pussy. Then, wordlessly, he withdrew and sank into 
the soft furry rug, completely exhausted. 

Edy slumped forward onto the soft, satin pillows. Her skin felt gossamer, 
and her body trembled with the aftermath of the intensity of her orgasm. 

"My, my, my...." she sighed languidly, "and just think, it's not even noon 
yet. I may never find those contracts." 

Bill laughed, then impulsively leaned over and kissed her deeply and hard on 
the lips. The kiss lasted less than twenty seconds, and that was long enough 
for his penis to begin crawling back to a new hardness again. 

CHAPTER FOUR 

In a remote part of Laurel Canyon, at the end of a winding dirt road, a 
dilapidated shack stood nearly hidden in the thick bushes and trees. To the 
untutored eye, the cabin looked deserted. There seemed to be no sign of life 
anywhere. Yet, hidden in the bushes was an old white delivery truck, and 
next to it a "chopper," a rebuilt Harley-Davidson motorcycle with all the 
features of a typical "outlaw" machine: Long exaggerated front, low-slung 
seat, plenty of chrome and bright enamel paint. On the door of the shack was 
a painted death's-head, insignia of the Satan's Studs. The early afternoon 
California sun beat down unmercifully on the weathering wood of the shack. 

Inside, Spyder sat at a crude table, straddling a chair and swigging down 
the contents of a beer can. Across from him, just below the shack's only 
window, lay Lori Taylor, sprawled out unconscious on a cot. The rest of the 
one room shack contained only mattresses strewn about for club orgies, an 
old refrigerator, and motorcycle parts. The smell of grease and oil hung in 
the air. The only light other than the thin sunlight that barely filtered 
through the dirty window was an overhead bulb that cast a sickly yellowish 
cast over everything. The walls were strewn with hastily pasted up magazine 
pictures of nude women, motorcycles, and other outlaw clubs: Hell's Angels, 
Diablo's, Road Burners... 

Spyder drank a hefty swallow of the warm beer and some of it spilled down 
his mouth, dripping onto his naked chest and jeans. He sat dressed only in 
his Levi's and boots. His "colors", the cutoff denim jacket with the club 
emblem, hung on a nail near the door. The muscular cyclist watched as Lori 
lay sleeping, dressed in the clothes he had found her in that morning; the 
blouse that tied at the waist and her hip-hugger jeans. 

She's a fuckin' pretty chick, he admitted, watching her sleeping like a baby 
... as if nothing had happened that morning. 

He felt exultant that the first stage of his carefully planned revenge had 
gone without a hitch. The outlaw and his pals had spies at Bill's law 
office, so when his unexpected appointment with Edy Randall came up, it was 
immediately decided that this was the weekend to put the plan into action. 
The first step was the kidnap-rape of his wife. Now. his eyes hungrily 
drinking in her voluptuous young body stretched prone on the low cot, her 
rich dark brown hair spilling like melted chocolate on the mattress and 
surrounding her head like a halo, her radiant face calm with slumber, Spyder 
felt a strange pang of ... of "understanding" begin to penetrate his brain. 
He had already fucked her up the ass and dug it, and now he was planning 
even more lurid events for his vengeance; yet her body, with it's firmly 
thrust breasts and curving hips, the long tapering legs that were as 
graceful as a magazine model's seemed unexpectedly vulnerable to him. 

Oirist, man, you 're going soft, he thought to himself as he swallowed more 
beer. They didn't have no pity for Sal, did they? 

With growing bitterness he remembered the sensational trial. They had 
railroaded Sal into jail, he was sure of it, with a determination that was 
less a process of justice than it was a vendetta from the "straight" world 
against all outlaw motorcyclists. 

Those goddamn uptight bastards won't be happy till they get every one of us 
behind bars. 

To Spyder the straight world meant suits and ties, holding down a boring 
nine-to-five job, kissing the behind of the boss whenever you needed a 
break, marriage that turned into a rut of disappointment and unhappiness. 
His parents, good Irish stock, had toed the line all their lives. They had 
run a little grocery store and had done their best to raise their son to be 
an upright citizen. But he had seen them struggling year after year for a 
little money and saw it get them nowhere. Then, when they couldn't meet a 
mortgage payment on the store the bank swooped down and foreclosed without 
giving them even a decent chance to get the money together. Then they 
watched as a freeway was built right through their old property. The brink 
got all the money that should have been rightly theirs. After that, Spyder 
saw no reason to stick to the straight and narrow. He had taken up with the 
Satin's Studs from the minute he ran into them in a bar in Venice, near 
Santa Monica. They were tough, they were raunchy, they had a code of honor 
that made more sense to him than anything he had seen in the straight world. 

The outlaw gang had accepted him immediately; instinctively they recognized 
his ability for leadership, and within a year of his joining, they made him 
president; it was a position he enjoyed and handled well. The Studs were his 
whole life now. He was rarely out of uniform, his "colors" and "originals". 
His days were spent working on his bike, making runs with the club, or 
fucking Man, that's one of the best features of this life, he mused 
leeringly, all the pussy you can handle. 

For Snyder not only enjoyed the favors of his regular girl, Rina, who was 
barely seventeen, but was free to screw anybody he wanted...any of the other 
cyclists "mama's" or the sex-starved chicks from Los Angeles that found 
their way regularly to the Studs clubhouse. He was surprised, he remembered, 
when he first joined the club, how many women, straight women, housewives 
and career women alike, were eager to get fucked by some cyclist's big cock. 
They had come out of the city in an almost endless stream. . . drawn by 
lurid tales from the newspapers, or magazines...hoping to bring some 
excitement into their hum-drum housewifery lives, eager to have some brute 
in dungarees fuck them silly. Spyder smiled a slow leering grin, remembering 
the endless orgies, the availability of tender pussy flesh wherever and 
whenever he wanted it! His mammoth cock jerked excitedly against the fraying 
denim of his jeans as his brain flooded with images of cunt and fucking. His 
eyes darted to the sleeping young housewife. 

Yeah, baby, it's your turn now! 

The sympathy he had felt before faded, and his actions were governed now by 
his dark animal instincts and desire for revenge. 

"Hey bitch," he called, "rise and shine." 

At first the dark-haired girl didn't hear him. Since blacking out in her 
apartment after he had taken her brutally in the anus, she had remained 
unconscious. 

"BITCH!" he shouted. 

Suddenly Lori's eyes flew open. Fear flashed across her face as she realized 
she was no longer in her comfortable apartment. Gasping, she sat up on the 
cot, then was almost overwhelmed by a spasm of pain that throbbed 
mercilessly from her back regions. 

"Oh God . . ." she moaned. "Where am I?" 

"Easy ... me and a couple of the boys rolled you up in a rug, and carried 
you right out the back entrance into the delivery truck. Nobody said a 
fuckin' word." 

He laughed uproariously at his success. 

Lori's head began to pound; she felt slightly sick and wanted more than 
anything to go home. She wanted to be with Bill, to have her tall husband 
hold her in his arms and tell her everything was going to be all right. 

Maybe. . . maybe, she realized in a flash, I'll never see him again. Oh God! 
OH GOD! 

Stark terror rolled through her like a clap of thunder and her shapely young 
body shuddered in fear. Tears started coming to her eyes. 

"None of that," Spyder snarled. "You've cried enough tears to drown an army. 
It's bullshit!" 

At his words, the young wife abruptly stopped weeping. Who was this lewd, 
hulking barbarian? Why did he have such power over her? 

"You know," he continued, "you're not a bad looking piece of ass. How about 
a beer?" 

"No ... no ... no ... " she stuttered, "I don't think so." 

"Okay," he said, "then how about sucking my cock?" 

Lori's eyes widened. With a little cry she drew back on the bed, mortally 
afraid. 

"Wh... what?" she asked in an alarmed voice. 

"I said how about sucking my cock! You know what cock is don't you?" he 
asked, rising and unzipping his tight denims. Leering obscenely, he withdrew 
his thickly muscled penis, already half-erect with lusty anticipation. "My 
prick! I want you to put your sweet soft lips around it and suck me till I 
cum in your mouth!" 

Lori's brain reeled at his suggestion. She had never done such a thing, even 
with her husband. She had never even considered it. To do something like 
that, to actually take his "thing" in her mouth was dirty and vile! Menacing 
visions of Aunt Dorothy once again swirled through her brain making her reel 
with terror. 

"No . .. NO!" she pleaded. "I can't!" 

"Sure you can, baby," he said, putting down the beer and walking slowly 
towards her stroking his rapidly awakening maledom. "And I'll bet you're 
going to be like all the other chicks and even get to love it!" 

The terrified young housewife cringed against the wooden wall behind the 
cot, as he came toward her slowly, menacingly, jerking his massively 
pulsating flesh to full erection. Her eyes were riveted to the throbbing 
monstrosity and its thick blood-engorged veins that stood out under the thin 
membrane of skin. 

He actually wants me to take it in my mouth! OH NO! MY GOD! 

"Come on baby, suck it!" 

Running his tongue across his lips, Spyder slowly unbuckled his "originals" 
and let them fall to his ankles: then with a muscular arm he reached out and 
grabbed her roughly by the hair. 

"Oooooohh!" she cried. "You're hurting me!" 

"I said suck it, cunt!" 

Harshly he shoved her face right into his naked loins. Lori could smell the 
pungent male odor that rose from his genitals, and she was repelled by it. I 
CAN'T, I CAN'T, her mind screamed. 

But Spyder gripped her again mercilessly by the hair and pressed her mouth 
against his gorged penis. 

"I SAID SUCK IT! NOW!!" 

There was no way out of it. Lori knew she had to surrender. The bulbous, 
ruddy head of his long hard penis was brushing obscenely against her lips as 
the savage outlaw motorcyclist towered above her, waiting for her to lick 
and suck his mighty pillar of maledom. She tightened her mouth in fear, 
refusing to allow the vile object to penetrate her mouth. But Spyder gave a 
sharp twist to her hair. 

"AAAGGGGHHHHH!" she screamed. "ALL RIGHT! I'll do it! Don't hurt me anymore. 
Please!" 

Knowing what she was being forced to do, a wave of shame washed through her 
and the sweat of fear broke out on her forehead. Timidly she reached up and 
pulled back the soft foreskin, fully exposing the pulsing red knob. She 
shivered as her lips closed around the huge acorn-like tip. The feel of the 
rubbery, taut skin against her lips was at once dirty and, 
unexpectedly...thrilling! 

Spyder moaned aloud as he felt her softly wet lips take the head of his cock 
into her warm mouth. He loved to be sucked off, and waves of randy lust 
surged through his entire body, at the thought of this helpless little 
housewife - all goodie-goodness and innocence - being forced to blow him. He 
jutted his hips forward, holding her by the head as she sat on the cot 
before him, and began to push his lust-thickened cock deeper into the hot 
wet cavern of her mouth. Lori timidly nibbled and probed at the intruding 
spear. 

"Harder," he snarled, gripping her hair viciously, "suck it harder!" 

Responding to his commands like an automaton, she began to suck his 
impatiently jerking penis with her mouth as he moved back and forth, 
swinging his hips lewdly, each time pushing his hard flesh farther and 
farther into her oral cavity. Lori kept fighting back a raging sense of 
loathing and disgust. The agonized young wife noted dimly the cruel irony of 
the situation; she had always been afraid of the powers of unleashed, savage 
sexuality, and now she was face to face with it, caught in a furious 
hurricane of lust. She was used to being treated tenderly and politely, as a 
lady - at least until last night: and now she was once again being 
brutalized in the most degrading fashion possible. She couldn't understand 
why, and yet, despite her deep disgust, there was a certain vulgar 
excitement to the callous way Spyder treated her. The enforced submission 
seemed to strike a note of familiarity in her, as if she had been waiting 
for it, wanting it secretly all her life. 

Suddenly Spyder shoved his rock-hard cock deeply into her mouth, nearly 
gagging her. This new thrust made her pull away instinctively, but he 
tightened his grip on her hair, and she was forced to take his thickly 
elongated shaft almost to the back of her throat. She was beginning to 
perspire now, and her clothes were damp with it, as she licked and sucked 
his hot hard flesh, trying to please him as best she could despite her shame 
and loathing. She could feel the pulsating veins along the muscular length 
of his cock, and she nearly choked as he savagely rammed the steel-hard 
stalk into her mouth. Instinctively she began to realize that it was foolish 
for her to resist, that there was no escape; her best hope lay in surrender, 
in giving in totally to what was happening. Perhaps if she pleased him he 
would show her mercy, let her go free! Little by little she began to relax 
her jaw and mouth muscles, and to forcefully suck at the massive rod in 
rhythm to his pumping hips. The cringing girl could taste the little saliva 
droplets of pre-cum on her tongue as the warm fleshy knob of his wetly 
glistening cock moved in and out. 

Spyder slid his long shaft slowly in and out, fully enjoying the feeling of 
her wet, warm lips working like a moistly clasping pussy around his prick. 
He savored the raunchy, lewd sensation of her teeth rubbing lightly against 
the sensitive underside of his cock, and he began to increase his tempo as 
lust rose in him like a column of fire. 

Gazing down at the terrified young girl sucking him furiously, he realized 
that she had never done such a thing in her life, and the lewd thought gave 
him a tremendous sense of power and dominance. This was his revenge on the 
straight world, tearing right through the mask of hypocrisy and false 
prudishness to the reality of erotic excitement. If this chick was like all 
the other housewives and straight broads he's known, then it was only a 
matter of time before she realized there was real enjoyment to be had in his 
world. And if she didn't realize it, then that was too fuckin' bad, because 
he sure did. 

Wild with sensuality, he suddenly buried his powerfully pulsating penis up 
to the hilt in Lori's warmly soft mouth. 

"SUCK MY COCK, YOU BEAUTIFUL PIECE OF PUSSY!" he shouted obscenely. 

Lori almost choked on this last brutal charge, but something had begun to 
happen to her. Involuntarily, from somewhere in the darkest corner of her 
mind, a new feeling began to overtake her, a wave of savagely, hotly eager 
delight started to destroy the shame and disgust she felt. It was a sort of 
perverse land of...enjoyment. . . yet! That was the word...she was almost 
beginning to enjoy what was happening to her! 

No, her mind shouted in turmoil, how can it be? This is against all 
principles of decency and morality, I mustn't enjoy it, I MUSTN'T! 

Yet despite her mute inner protest, a blazing, vulgar vision began to unfold 
in her mind as she closed her eyes and continued to suck Spyder's long hard 
cock. She saw herself, in her mind's eyes, as a prostitute...alluring, and 
totally desirable...and she was sucking a customer's penis. He was a 
barbarian from ancient times ... a crude, barbarous animal who had captured 
her and forced her into this whorish position ... but she liked it. SHE 
LIKED IT! 

She saw herself on a downtown street in the middle of Los Angeles kneeling 
in front of Spyder in broad daylight. She was naked and everyone looked 
on...including...including Bill! Her husband! For a moment the lewd vision 
almost shocked Lori into reality, but she was so overwhelmed with 
pornographic dreams that it was soon swept away. She began to feel sexy and 
provocative in a way she had never felt before! 

I'm licking and tasting the penis of a filthy motorcycle kidnapper, she 
thought to herself, and I love it! I LOVE IT!. 

She became consumed, overwhelmed by the vividness of her new-found sexual 
identity, and before she knew what she was doing she began to suck Spyder's 
massively heated shaft with new abandon. With mounting excitement the young 
wife worked over his long fleshy tool with eagerly smacking lips. What had 
been revolting and loathsome only minutes ago now began to take hold of her 
with demonic force. Her whole body began to palpitate and her heart beat 
wildly against her chest. She was no longer Lori, a meek, demure housewife. 
Now she was the wild lover of a brute outlaw, submerged in a devastating sea 
of forbidden excitement. 

"Mmmmmmm...." she moaned, "MMMMMMMMMMNN!" 

Spyder could feel the change in her attitude. So, I was right! The bitch is 
starting to dig it! Far out! Then let's go to town, baby! 

'That's it, cunt, suck my cock like nobody's business!" 

He began to pump his hips back and forth faster and faster, his body 
trembling with lust. Lori slavered greedily over his pulsing tool, then slid 
her warmly eager open mouth down over his huge, throbbing balls while her 
hands continued to massage the cock. The hairy, round sacs filled her mouth 
with hot pulsing flesh as her moistened lips savored every inch of his 
sperm-filled nuts. She couldn't get enough of him. This was better than 
anything she had known before, far better than with her husband. With a deep 
groan, she abandoned herself completely to the obscene act...The shamelessly 
aroused wife had no idea she had a witness, or she might not have been so 
abandoned. 

Outside the shack, peeking in the window, a buxom young girl of about 
seventeen was excitedly watching the sensual scene taking place inside. 

So, Spyder's got another young chick to suck him off! Great! What a man he 
is! 

The girl was dressed in tight dungarees, high leather lace-up boots, and a 
man's T-shirt. She too, wore a cutoff jacket, with the Satan's Stud's 
death's-head stitched to the back. 

Rina, she thought to herself, you sure got yourself a real good boyfriend 
with Spyder! 

She was not at all repelled by the actions of the motorcycle gang leader. 
She enjoyed it quite a bit. As far as she was concerned anything Spyder 
wanted to do was fine as long as he buried that huge cock of his into her 
own warmly receptive pussy from time to time. But there was no problem there 
- far from it! Spyder was ready to fuck anytime, day or night! His 
gargantuan shaft of hot male flesh was inexhaustible. As the young nymphet 
watched the pretty, straight-looking chick sucking her crude lover's cock, 
the girl's hands flew instinctively to the crotch of her jeans and she began 
to massage her pussy through the tight faded material. 

Inside the shack, Lori was trembling with new-found sensations. She was 
lost, beyond the reach of her conscious mind; she was a sucking, licking 
madwoman, a slave-captive anxious to please her muscularly domineering 
master! As Spyder's cruelly plunging strokes came faster and faster, so did 
her sucking become more hungry and devouring. She had completely lost her 
identity as Lori Taylor. She was Spyder's whore! ALL SHE WANTED TO DO WAS 
SUCK HIS COCK! 

Spyder felt a surging sensation gush through his throbbing balls as his hot 
semen began to wind its way through his aching inflated sacs .... 

He's going to cum soon, Rina thought as she watched through the window. She 
could tell by the way his body began to jerk and his eyes closed to enjoy 
his mounting orgasm. She loved to watch him cum ... either with her or other 
chicks. The teenager continued to feverishly rub the crotch of her jeans. 
Even though she had been there a few seconds, her tight little pussy was 
moist, ready and eager to have an orgasm as she watched her brute of a lover 
cum wildly in a strange woman's mouth. 

"Oooooohhhhh...." she moaned to quake with the surging tide of his orgasm, 
then it inundated him. 

'AAAAANNNNGGGGGHHHHH! I'M CUMMING ... I'M CUMMMMMING!" 

In total accord, Lori felt her own eagerly twitching pussy beginning to 
vibrate with sympathetic excitement. Juices poured forth from her throbbing 
inner cuntal walls as she continued to suck greedily at Spyder's wildly 
jerking penis. Suddenly, the thick cum burst forth like a cannon blast from 
his iron-hard shaft, and she felt the hot liquid fill her mouth ... at first 
she was repelled, this was a totally new sensation, but within seconds the 
loathing changed to delight as she gulped his manly essence with relish, 
sucking and pulling at his pulsating cock with tightly compressed lips while 
Spyder rammed his lust-thickened cudgel into her in the convulsive throes of 
orgasm. 

''OOOOOOHHHHHH BB BBBB AAAAABBBBBEEEEEEE!" he bellowed with delight, feeling 
his white-hot load spurt out of his manhood and into the warmly sucking 
interior of her mouth. 

Outside, Rina massaged her wantonly writhing loins with mounting excitement, 
feeling the material of her jeans wet with female juice as she reached her 
climax automatically at the sight of her boyfriend's lewd explosion. 

Suck my lover off, suck him off good, she thought deliriously, as rippling 
waves of erotic sensation surged through her. 

Inside the shack Lori greedily devoured the pungent male essence. Her own 
heatedly aroused vagina was boiling with excitement and to her shuddering 
surprise, she felt herself cumming spontaneously. 

"Ooooooohhhhhhhnnnnnn...." she mewled as she continued to suck his massively 
jerking penis dry, "mmmmmnnnnnn Gradually, Spyder felt the last of his 
impatiently churning cum draining from the softening rod, and he slowly 
withdrew his warmly moist shaft from her heated velvet-soft mouth. 

Lori looked up at him like a little girl, licking the last heady drop of his 
semen from her lips; her throat felt warm and relaxed from the massive 
orgasm, and her body seemed to be less tense. 

"How'd you like it, bitch? Want to suck me off again?" 

Suddenly, at his words, Lori realized the full extent of what she had done. 
Loathing herself, she turned away from him as a cold chill wafted through 
her subserviently kneeling body. At that moment, the door of the shack 
opened and Rina appeared, smiling like an angel. 

"Hi," she said. 

"Hello baby," Spyder exclaimed, grinning widely, "come on in and join the 
party." 

CHAPTER FIVE 

With a delighted little cry, Rina ran into the room and lithely leapt into 
the arms of her tall, muscular lover. They kissed passionately, as if they 
hadn't seen each other for years, their hot tongues mingling lewdly. Spyder 
ran his big hands over her supple young body as the tousle-haired girl 
tightly clamped her legs around his massive frame. 

"I watched you through the window," she exclaimed happily after they broke 
their feverish kiss. 

"Yeah?" the cyclist said, smiling wickedly. He glanced at Lori, as Rina 
unclamped her legs and swung them to the floor. "Isn't she somethin'?" he 
asked, fondling his girlfriend's round, firmly thrust breasts with his eager 
hands. Rina took hold of his left hand and drew it down to the moist crotch 
of her jeans. 

"See? I came a little too, just watching her suck you off." She giggled, 
then added, "She didn't look like she knew what to do." 

Lori could scarcely believe the shameless vulgarity of the girl who barely 
looked seventeen and yet was so devoid of guilt. 

Spyder massaged the wet place between Rina's legs, then glanced leeringly at 
the cringing woman in the corner who stared open-mouthed at them. By the 
way, baby, this is Lori Taylor. Remember? That lawyer's wife." 

Rina's eyes widened as she looked at the fearful young woman. 

"You mean you're the one the Studs been after, huh?" she asked with all the 
innocence of a child. "You're pretty. Real pretty." 

The timid young wife looked at the girl in shocked disbelief. 

How can she live such a degraded, horrible life and still look so fresh and 
unspoiled? 

The uninhibited teenager moved curiously towards the cot. Lori glanced at 
her short blonde hair, cut almost like a boy's, and at her shapely young 
body. It was amazing to the captive wife that the girl could be so young, 
yet so well developed. Her face was impish, with bright blue eyes and a pug 
nose, and full, sensual lips. Her lush young breasts, nearly visible beneath 
the thin white T-shirt, pushed out proudly, and the outlines of the tiny 
nipples, hard with excitement, were clearly etched beneath the supple cloth. 
She was petite, but her hips curved voluptuously. Her legs were slender and 
perfectly tapered beneath the tight denim of her jeans and high, laced 
boots. The young wife felt an unexpected twinge of desire and expectancy 
surge through her as the seductive teenage nymphet sat next to her on the 
cot. 

"You're not what I expected at all," Rina said brightly. "I thought you'd be 
ugly or something, but you're beautiful. It was real nice to watch you suck 
my old man's cock. Real nice." 

Lori drew back, once again shocked at the young girl's words: she was unable 
to comprehend how it was possible to be so open about such intimate matters. 
Why wasn't the girl jealous? Or angry? She seemed as vulgar and coarse in 
her desires as her cyclist lover, and yet her ingenuous, bouyant personality 
seemed to be a complete paradox. 

"You...you liked watching it?" Lori asked her in disbelief." 

"Sure. I always like to watch it, don't you?" 

"I...I've never...never watched anyone...." the dark-haired beauty stammered 
timidly. 

"Would you like to watch me suck off Spyder?" Rina asked. 

"No ... No ... " Lori replied automatically. 

"But, I don't mind ... I'd love it," she exclaimed and eagerly jumped up and 
ran to Spyder who was shaking his head and smiling, amused at the antics of 
his young "mama". Rina unzipped his jeans and quickly withdrew her 
boyfriend's fleshy, rapidly-hardening penis. Pulling back the foreskin with 
her thumb and forefinger, she knelt down and took it in her mouth. 

"Mmmmmmmm," she mewled as she sucked it expertly, her young hands clutching 
at the hard buttocks of his greasy jeans. 

"That's why I love this little bitch," Spyder said, grinning lewdly as his 
crop-haired girl wrapped her warm lips tightly around his massively erect 
cock. "Never know what she's gonna do next. She's the hottest little chickie 
in the state. She'll do anybody, anytime! She took on the whole gang once, 
out in the woods, because it was somebody's birthday. She was so happy she 
wanted to give him a gift." He laughed uproariously. "She ended up giving a 
gift to everybody! It was really far out!" 

As Lori watched, awe-struck by the lewd scene taking place before her, her 
mind spun rapidly with wildly mixed reactions. Rina was so young, and yet 
she had more worldly experience than the amazed housewife thought was 
possible! What's more, she seemed to relish her shameless behavior, she 
craved it! How different she was from Lori. I wonder if I could ever be that 
free, she thought quietly to herself. Maybe Bill wouldn't be so angry if she 
was able to do things for him the way Rina does for Spyder. 

She was amazed to find herself thinking these things, and yet she knew 
instinctively that there was a kernel of truth in her disturbing thoughts. 
But then, in a bitter, relentless rush, her old prudishness welled up 
furiously as if to counteract these new ideas with harsh reminders of her 
upbringing. Echoes of Aunt Dorothy's stern warnings shot through her brain 
like jolts of electricity. 

IF YOU MUST ONCE LET YOURSELF GO, LORI, YOU'LL FALL SO LOW YOU'LL NEVER 
CLIMB UP AGAIN! IF YOU GIVE IN ONCE TO ANIMAL DESIRES THAT'S THE END! YOU 
MAY AS WELL DIE BECAUSE YOUR LIFE WILL BE OVER! 

It was a terrifying and totally convincing argument, yet Lori had to admit 
that the torrid scene taking place before her was a forceful refutation of 
her Aunt's harsh morality! Rina seemed no worse off for her obscene 
activities; indeed she obviously thrived on them. Maybe Lori didn't have to 
go that far, but perhaps...perhaps, she thought, if she opened herself a bit 
more...Her eyes began to rove eagerly over the riveting sight of a ravishing 
teenage girl slavering hotly over the pumping genitals of her outlaw lover. 
Lori watched the near-child tightly compress her lips over the hotly pulsing 
penis and take her man's lust-hardened cock deeply into her wetly eager 
mouth, as if she would swallow it. Without realizing it, she began to admire 
the girl, and her gaze wandered openly over the teenagers curvaceous, 
compact body. 

Spyder noted Lori's interest. 

"Nice, huh?" he said. "Want a little?" 

Lori turned away quickly, blushing in embarrassment. 

"Hey Rina," Spyder exclaimed, gently pulling the young girl's mouth away 
from his moist thick pillar. "How about giving the lady a taste?" 

"Sure," Rina said, gazing up at Spyder with rapt adoration. "Anything you 
say." 

She rose and turned to Lori. 

"I think you're real cute, Lori. Can I kiss you?" 

In a thunderous flash, Bill's young wife realized what was about to happen. 

Spyder wanted Rina to make love to her! 

"I... I don't know...." she stammered, terrified. Waves of fear washed over 
her at the thought of another girl touching her...kissing her. 

"Oh please...." Rina pleaded, "I can make you feel real good!" 

"It ain't polite to turn down my girl's requests, bitch," the motorcyclist 
snapped angrily. "UNDERSTAND?" 

His forceful words reminded Lori quickly that she was totally at his mercy. 
Reluctantly, and shaking with fear, she turned to face the open girlish face 
of his young nymphet. 

"Don't worry, honey," Rina said warmly. "It'll seem a little weird at first, 
but you'll like it." 

Lori's body was shaking with terror. The tips of her fingers had grown 
ice-cold, and she closed her eyes in abject humiliation. Winking at Spyder, 
Rina sat carefully on the cot next to the shuddering lawyer's wife. She 
reached out with her hands and tried to embrace Lori, but the dark-haired 
woman drew back, afraid. 

"Go on!" Spyder demanded. "GO ON!" 

Lori turned and looked at Rina full in the face. The girl's blue eyes seemed 
so friendly and full of good intentions that much of her own anxiety seemed 
to recede. Tentatively she lifted her arms, as did Rina, and the two girls 
moved slowly into an embrace. Their wetly parted lips drew closer and closer 
and soon the soft, warm female mouths were touching, kissing. It was the 
first time Lori had ever kissed a woman since she was a small child, and the 
feel of Rina's succulent young lips was strange and forbidding. 

The teenager pressed her eager mouth against Lori's and kissed her 
passionately, delighted by the silky fullness of the young wife's lips. Her 
small pink tongue wetly explored the fleshy surface of the older woman's 
mouth as she drew her tighter into an embrace. She tried to shove her tongue 
between Lori's lips, but found the other mouth tightly shut in terror. 

"Don't worry, Mrs. Taylor," Rina whispered encouragingly. "It's going to be 
all right. Just relax. Take it easy." 

Trying to calm the obviously tense young woman, Rina eased her gently down 
on the couch and slowly began to untie the thin white blouse. She let the 
material fall away from Lori's huge breasts, which jutted up like ripely 
proud melons, shimmering pink in the glow of the dim light of the cabin. 

"Just relax and let me show you how," she whispered, her voice suddenly 
hoarse as she caught sight of the older woman's nakedly firm flesh. 

In spite of her fright, Lori glanced up appreciatively at the young girl. It 
was incredibly sweet of her to be so understanding, and she found herself 
softening in her attitude towards the teenager. Up till now she had been 
repelled and shaken by the events that had taken place, but suddenly, under 
the calming spell of the cyclist's girlfriend, she began to relax and 
surrender to this strange turn of fate. Rina let her fingers graze lightly 
over Lori's sleek blossoming orbs and flicked the little buds of the nipples 
lightly so that they hardened quickly erect under her light touch. 

"She has real nice tits," Rina said to Spyder. "Real soft and warm." 

"Yeah 

Spyder agreed enthusiastically, baring his chipped teeth and laughing 
heartily. 

Wearied to death of resisting, Lori let Rina massage her softly tingling 
breasts. Somehow it felt soothing to have a girl's cool, tapering fingers 
kneading her mounds of flesh so tenderly and gently; it was quite pleasant 
in fact, and she emitted a long, luxuriant sigh as she felt the eager young 
female fingers caressing her flesh so skillfully. 

Rina gazed down and smiled as she let her hands wander sensually over Lori 
Taylor's naked upper torso. She was such a pretty young woman, just the sort 
of person Rina would like to have had for an older sister. She wanted to 
please this dark-haired captive, and to please Spyder too, by giving him a 
scene that would turn him on. She loved to see her rugged boyfriend sexually 
excited, and whenever something she did caused him to have a good hard-on, 
it was a personal triumph to her. She knew she truly belonged in this world 
when she could bring such happiness to both men and to women. Happily, she 
bent down and began to suck on Lori's firm, rubbery nipples with her tender 
wet lips. She lost herself serenely in the soft flesh, letting her mouth 
rove freely over one ripe, globular mound, then the other. How warm and 
satiny they were! How lovely to taste and suck! 

"MMMMMMMM 

" Rina moaned as she buried her face in the faintly perfumed warmth. Her 
hands flew up to the long silky strands of mahogany-colored hair, and she 
caressed Lori's wild mane sensuously, reveling in the soft texture. 
"Oooooooohhhhhhh...." she sighed lifting her head momentarily from the young 
wife's sloping breasts, "you're so sweet, Mrs. Taylor, I could suck on your 
wonderful breasts all day." 

Lori could hardly believe her ears. What this near-child was saying was 
incredible! She actually took pleasure in kissing a woman's breasts, and 
fondling female bodies! It was horrid and depraved, wasn't it? Hadn't Aunt 
Dorothy warned her about such "perverted" activities? But if it was true, 
why was the girl so happy, why was she abandoning herself at only the 
slightest urging from her brutal boyfriend? And more important . . why oh 
why does it feel so good! 

"Touch me, please . . ." Rina said softly. 'Touch my body too...please?" 

As if in a dream, Lori obeyed the girl's lewd request. She reached out her 
hands and slipped the cutoff denim jacket from the slim teenager's 
shoulders, then, with trembling hands, pulled off the thin T-shirt and 
tossed the dirty white garment to the floor, timidly letting her hands play 
over the young girl's back and shoulders. The warm flesh felt soft and 
silky, and the young wife could scarcely conceal her mounting excitement as 
her fingers grazed the teenager's nakedly tender skin touching it softly and 
curiously, exploring for the first time the softly warm secrets of another 
female body. Rina's flesh was delightfully smooth, and before Lori knew what 
she was doing, her hands were playfully roving over the teenager's resilient 
young breasts. 

How good they feel, she thought to herself, how wonderfully good! 

In a burst of forbidden delight, she took Rina's face to her hands and 
brought it close to her own. Gazing intently at the clear, sparkling blue 
eyes and pug nose, it seemed as if she held a kid sister in her arms, she 
was such a fragrant, luscious young girl. Refusing to think about what she 
was doing, the older woman kissed the girl on the lips, savoring the 
fullness of them and letting her tongue rove wantonly over the smooth little 
teeth. 

Christ, Spyder thought as he watched Lori's new-found interest in Rina, it 
looks like this chick is really going to town! Great! 

His massive prick stiffened at the sight of the two desirable young females 
fondling and kissing each other passionately. They were both gleamingly 
naked from the waist up and the sight of their golden, succulent breasts 
crushed against each other and their lips wetly intertwined in warm female 
love brought forth a new surge of rippling lust. His eyes were glued to 
their ripely curvaceous forms, and his hand reached down to stroke his 
moistened cock, still hard as a rock from Rina's earlier sucking. 

"That's it, girls," he called out, stroking his long thick penis openly, 
"enjoy each other. You only live once!" 

Lori could scarcely believe what was happening. She actually was beginning 
to enjoy kissing and hugging the pretty young girl. She knew it was beyond 
all moral decency, but somehow she didn't care because she was beginning to 
feel so good! After the rapid series of brutal attacks by men, this tender, 
charming love making with a soft little girl in her arms was slowly removing 
all fears from her mind. She began to surrender, as if drugged, to the 
delightful new thrills that were engulfing her bewildered senses. She kissed 
Rina's face, and her kisses were returned eagerly, hungrily. 

The two girls were deeply engrossed in exploring each other's bodies, 
covering each other with hot little kisses and eager hugs, when Rina pulled 
away momentarily. 

"Let me see you naked," she implored, "I want to see your whole body and 
sweet pussy naked." 

"Yes .. . yes...." Lori agreed spontaneously. She was past all sense of 
right and wrong now, all she wanted was to purr love out to this desirable 
young girl. 

Rina carefully undid the hooks and zippers of Lori's hip-huggers. Then, as 
the young wife lay back languidly on the cot, she slowly began to slide the 
denim slacks down her legs. Both she and Spyder watched the slow tantalizing 
exposure of her warmly gleaming flesh with hot anticipation. 

Man, that lawyer has some broad for a wife, the cyclist mused as he once 
again gazed over the dark-haired woman's nakedly voluptuous body lying now 
in anticipation on the cot. He took in every inch of her supple nakedness, 
from the creamy mounds of her breasts to the long, perfectly sculptured 
legs. With his hand he squeezed his mammoth, lust-engorged penis making it 
ache with lust; his other hand groped lewdly at his dangling balls, kneading 
them into erotic frenzy as the obscene display unfolded before his hungry 
eyes. 

The teenager leaned over the eagerly trembling young wife and began to lick 
every inch of that luscious body with her expert, hot little tongue. Rina 
made a warm trail from the top of Lori's forehead slowly down over her face 
and neck, sensuously licking the swan-like neck and shoulders; her warm 
tongue grazed so tenderly across Lori's firmly rounded breasts and down the 
smooth curving planes of her taut stomach that the lawyer's wife was 
completely enchanted. She lay back as tingling tremors ran through her 
entire body from the teenager's incredible oral activity. Soon, the darting 
little tongue found its way to the sparse, softly curling patch of pubic 
hair that curved like a protective bush around the golden slit of Lori's 
cunt. 

"Oooooooohhhhhhh 

Rina...." The passive woman moaned ecstatically as the girl's hotly 
moistened lips touched her delicate, petal-like folds of her cuntal flesh. 
"That feels lovely .... lovely...." 

Rina glanced up to see Lori's eyes closed in raptuous happiness. The 
teenager's heart leapt excitedly as she realized she was giving this strange 
new creature enormous pleasure. She then glanced at Spyder, who watched the 
luscious females intently, lewdly stroking his moistened swollen genitals 
with both hands. Her hulking lover nodded approvingly, and Rina went back to 
her task up between the young wife's legs with renewed enthusiasm. She ran 
her tongue up and down the entire length of Lori's warmly quivering pussy 
lips, sending waves of trembling pleasure gushing upwards throughout the 
older girl's body. 

"Oooooohhhh...." Lori sighed, "ooooooohhhhhhhh 

" 

The lusty little teenager concentrated on finding the little pulsing bud of 
the clitoris, and doing so she began to massage it lewdly with her lips and 
tongue, finding just the right spot she hoped would drive her new-found 
sister wild with frenzy. She let her hands rove adventurously over Lori's 
smooth, sleek breasts and shoulders as she voraciously sucked and licked the 
delicate little nub of flesh until it began to quiver passionately, coming 
erect like an eager little penis. 

Anxious to return some measure of affection to the sensuous youngster, Lori 
let her hand flutter down to stroke the short-cropped blonde hair as Rina 
continued to tongue lash her wildly rejoicing pussy. The older woman's body 
began to writhe sensuously and her mouth fell laxly open in awe-struck 
happiness. Never in her wildest dreams did Taylor's young wife realize that 
she could find such enjoyment in sexual embrace with another female! And a 
teenager at that! It was almost impossible to believe that such a thing 
could happen to her, but her it was! 

"ANNNNNGGGGGGH!" Lori groaned aloud as her clitoris began to tremble with 
waves of hot pleasure. "KEEP LICKING, RINA!" she found herself shouting 
spontaneously. 

Both the teenager and Spyder were delighted with their progress. 

Rina suddenly darted her tongue directly into the tight puckered entrance of 
Lori's pussy. 

'OOOOOOOOHHHHHHH! YEEEEEEESSSSSSS!" the hotly aroused young wife cried out 
as she felt, for the first time in her life, the maddening thrill of another 
female's tongue in her moist and trembling cunt. Rina flicked the darting 
tip artfully into the quivering sheath; and jolting flashes of forbidden 
pleasure surged through Lori's body as Rina's serpentine oral member slid 
lewdly into the wet walls of her pussy. She gave herself fully to the 
probing of the girl and opened her legs wide, pulling her knees up, too, to 
give the teenager complete access to her wild pulsing cunt. 

Rina pressed her face into the fluted pussy flesh, and her tongue plunged 
deeply into the eager, love hungry cavern. 

It's like having a little cock in there, Lori mused, delirious with warm 
desire. I never would have thought it could be so wonderful as this! Never! 

Rina's whirling, rotating tip deftly probed the pulsing interior of Lori's 
inexperienced vagina, and as the walls of her pussy began to undulate 
ecstatically, Lori was eager to increase the new found thrills that surged 
through her. 

Maybe, she thought excitedly, maybe Aunt Dorothy was completely wrong! I 
don't want this to stop! I LOVE IT! 

Wantonly, she began to grind her moistly trembling vagina up into Rina's 
face as the cyclist's girlfriend continued to drive her tongue deeply into 
the clasping cunt, while her experienced young hands massaged Lori's erect 
little nipples until those hardened buds were exploding with delight. 

"MMMMMMMnnnnnnn . .. . " Rina mewled, her own body bathed with luxurious 
waves of hotly rippling lust. 

Driven to new heights of frenzy by the extraordinary success Rina was having 
in breaking through Lori's prudish resistance, Spyder decided to increase 
the excitement of the obscene display before him. 

"Swing around ... suck each other off," he called out, madly pumping his 
huge inflated cock with his hand. 

Lori was confused as to what he meant, but Rina knew immediately what the 
new command implied. She moved back from Lori's warmly perfumed pussy and 
quickly swung her body around, positioning her own wetly excited cunt 
directly over the young woman's mouth so that they could share equally their 
mutual excitement. Then she bent down, supported on the sturdy cot by her 
elbows, and continued to lick greedily at the moist, pungent slit below. 

At first the lawyer's spouse was completely shocked at the newest demand 
being made upon her. She had never in her life let her mouth or tongue touch 
another girl's genitals. In fact until Spyder had forced her to take his 
massive cock in her mouth only a short time earlier, she had never allowed 
herself to even consider the idea of touching anyone's sexual organs with 
her lips and tongue ... or permitting it to be done to her. But, she 
thought, she had found she not only could suck the outlaw's long hard penis, 
but she actually enjoyed doing the perverted act, despite a deep-seated 
loathing. Could she feel the same about sucking female's warmly moist pussy? 
Could she? 

"GO ON!" Spyder shouted, "get your hot little tongue in Rina's pussy! NOW! 
LICK IT!" 

Closing her eyes, and fighting back a sudden feeling of nausea, Lori opened 
her mouth and pushed out her delicate tongue as the teenaged girl lowered 
her wetly eager young cunt onto her face. At first the older woman recoiled 
from the slightly tart, feminine wetness she tasted as her tongue delicately 
probed at the moist, fleshy layer of outer lips; but soon her sense of 
compelling desire was recharged by Rina's tormenting little tongue grinding 
wantonly into her glistening vaginal passage. She began to tentatively 
explore the moistly quivering furrow, rimming her tongue around the delicate 
strands of pubic hair that lines the soft, golden cleft. 

Finding the nub of the clitoris, she brushed her tongue lightly over it and 
was startled to find the little bud respond and harden "OOOOOOHHHHH!" the 
teenager mewled, as Lori tentatively licked her eagerly pulsating pussy. 
Then the girl increased her own oral activity, rapidly darting her tongue 
deeply in and out of the wetly pulsing folds of cuntal flesh beneath her 
face. 

Aroused beyond all control, Lori broke through the last remaining shreds of 
resistance, and began fucking her own tongue rapidly into Rina's warm 
quivering vaginal cavern. 

Spyder watched lasciviously as the two female bodies undulated obscenely, 
their white, smooth bodies sparkling and gleaming, their mouths crushed 
against each other's pussies, as they moaned and writhed with lewd delight. 

"OH YES," he cried out, jerking wildly at his bloated, madly throbbing cock, 
"SUCK OFF, YOU PRETTY LITTLE GIRLS, SUCK EACH OTHER OFF!" 

Lori was submerged now in a sea of swirling ecstasy. Like a woman possessed, 
she insanely drove her tongue into Rina's moistly clasping cuntal passage, 
hungrily exploring every inch of that succulent interior. It was so 
wonderful to discover the warmly exciting mysteries that were revealed to 
her, as if somehow she knew now what her own vagina was like by coming to 
know Rina's this way. It was undeniably thrilling, like sucking a kid 
sister, licking in happy abandon; she wanted only to give pleasure and repay 
pleasure to her new-found friend. 

In the shadowy light of the cabin, the torrid scene grew wilder by the 
minute as all three became delirious with frenzied lust. Spyder sat only a 
few feet from the feverishly active naked females as he stroked his 
massively pulsing penis with grunting abandon; his eyes were glazed with 
raging excitement as he watched the wantonly writhing young girls tongue 
fucking each other. 

He leered at Rina's nakedly gleaming buttocks which were quivering and 
undulating as Lori hungrily pressed her mouth and tongue into the teenager's 
frantic young cunt. 

Christ, this is better than any movie! the cyclist thought, his brain 
rampaging with lust; his huge penis inflated near the bursting point as the 
ruddy head gorged with blood. His hand tightly gripped his heated shaft of 
throbbing flesh as he began stroking wildly, his breath coming faster and 
faster, sweat breaking out on his body. 

Rina was ecstatic as she grew close to her orgasm. She loved to fuck and 
suck and it seemed that every day she spent as Spyder's "mama" brought her 
wonderful new people and bodies to love. Her mind flashed swiftly back to 
their first meeting. She had met Spyder only a few months ago when she had 
run away from the orphanage in Iowa and hitchhiked to Los Angeles. They met 
at a roadside burger stand. When she heard the roar of a Harley chopper that 
night in early spring, Rina hadn't eaten for three days. The sight of Spyder 
roaring up on his massive machine all gleaming with chrome made her eyes 
nearly pop out of her head. He was the sexiest, most exciting man she had 
ever seen; tough, muscular, and fiercely handsome. He looked like a 
barbarian chief, in his studded cutoff jacket and provocative, dirty denims. 
They had seen each other at once, and Spyder was as attracted to the perky, 
uninhibited youngster as she was to him. He bought her a jumbo hamburger and 
a shake. Without even asking his name, she jumped on the back of his Harley 
with him and was his "mama" from then on. The Studs had welcomed her 
eagerly, especially after she sucked off each one of them as her 
"initiation". The other "mama's", cyclists girls, liked her too; her 
infectious spirit, and total immorality, were perfectly suited to the Studs' 
degenerate way of life. She became their mascot, and Spyder's "mama", which 
suited her just fine. She had found a home with people who understood and 
loved her. Now, feeling as if her tender young body would burst with lust 
and happy desire, she pressed her face deeply down into Lori's pussy, 
rotating her tongue wildly in the grips of uncontrollable ecstasy. She was 
cumming! CUMMING! 

"GO BABY, GO!" Spyder called to her, as he reeled wildly in the throes of 
orgasm himself. 

His encouragement made her feel proud, and madly excited. She renewed her 
tongue-fucking with an abandon that exceeded anything she had known so far! 

"MMMMMMNNNNNNGGGGGHHHHH!" the teenager groaned as her cuntal walls began to 
expand and contract with increased intensity. Hot flashes began to gush 
through her body, and she knew her climax was not far off. 

"OOOOOUUUUUUUUNNNNNNN!" Lori mewled as she twisted lewdly on the cot, her 
own vaginal passage ablaze with uncontrollable frenzy. She was sinking into 
a sea of hot velvety softness, consumed by a tidal wave of sweet, aching 
wetness. She was cumming .. . dimming as never before! 
"OOOOOOOUUUUUUUNNNNNNN!" 

Spyder felt a feverish cresendo begin to roar through his inflamed, bursting 
genitals. Every muscle in his body was tense with power, as his eyes 
greedily drank in the vivid scene of the two nakedly cumming girls. His 
white-hot seed pumped like an exploding gusher of oil and suddenly he was 
there! 

"AH...AHH...AAAAAAHHHHHH!" he shrieked, as a jet of scalding liquid shot 
forth from the lust-swollen tip of his distended, wildly jerking cock. He 
screamed in ecstatic agony as the sticky semen spewed forth and arched in 
the air, before splashing to the dusty floor below in a lurid white fountain 
of hot cum! 

Lori and Rina were transported in an incredible, whirling vortex of heaving 
delight! Wave upon wave of boiling pleasure consumed them as their madly 
licking tongues tasted the steaming, feminine essence that cascaded down 
their cuntal sheaths and spread like a warm, satiny sheen across their 
mouths. 

"MMMMMMMNNNNNNN!" Rina moaned, as her body writhed above the dark-haired 
young wife in the throes of gushing orgasm. 

Lori's body was consumed in a wonderful sense of raging release and freedom. 
She was floating on a soft, billowing cloud of delight, sparkles of warmth 
surging through every part of her! 

She had never felt so good in her entire life! ''Cum you twisting little 
cunts .. . CUUUUMMMMM!" Spyder roared as he shot forth his near-endless load 
of heated sperm to the floor below. "CCCUUUUUUUMMMMMMM!" 

All three felt their mutual orgasms rise to an incredible height of lewd 
ecstasy, and the dingy room shook with their gushing lust and frenzy. Then 
gradually, amid moans and sighs from the two hot naked girls, the fantastic 
climax began to ebb. 

Lori felt the warm ecstasy draining away in soft lapping waves. She lay back 
in complete exhaustion, and for the first time in her entire life, felt 
completely satisfied. 

And with a girl! she thought incredulously, , how can it be? 

Rina pulled away slowly from the naked young wife beneath her, and sat on 
the cot; her cropped hair was tousled from the incredible excitement of what 
had gone before, and her eyes blazed with happiness. 

"How was that, lover?" she asked her boyfriend. 

Spyder grinned at her, still stroking his rapidly softening penis. 

"Far out, baby," he said. "Fuckin' far out!" 

Rina smiled, totally delighted at his approval. Then the girl turned to 
Lori, who had opened her eyes as she slowly recovered from the burning 
ecstasy that was just beginning to fade. 

"I love you Lori," she whispered. "Do you love me too?" 

The young wife looked first at the incredibly innocent face of the shameless 
teenager, then, uncertainly, at the dark, piercing eyes of the leering 
outlaw. Her entire life was completely upside down now: everything she 
thought was true before seemed no longer true. Black was white, up was down. 
All she knew was she was incredibly, deliriously, happy. 

"Yes 

" she said in a softly trembling voice. "I think I do." 

CHAPTER SIX 

It was twilight. Bill Taylor stood on the second-floor balcony outside of 
Edy Randall's plush, all-white bedroom overlooking the sea. A thin rim of 
bright orange lingered on the glittering ocean, all that remained of a 
fantastic Pacific Ocean sunset. It was warm that night, hardly any breeze at 
all, and the young handsome lawyer stood clad only in his tight, black 
continental trousers on the carpeted balcony watching the stars appear 
slowly in a royal blue evening sky. Behind him, past the glass doors and in 
the interior of the bedroom draped in white satin, Edy Randall stood 
shouting into the white telephone. 

"Did you read that goddamn script?" she was screaming to her television 
producer in a voice more suited to a fishwife than glamorous star. "Christ, 
what is this suburban housewife crap? They're writing for Donna Redd or 
Doris Day or somebody, not me. Everything takes place in the kitchen, Manny. 
Not one fucking bedroom scene. Listen, the public expects a little 
excitement from me, not a housedress and a sheepdog!" 

The tempestuous star had been distressed over the first pilot film script 
that had been delivered that afternoon shortly after the feverish 
love-making that had taken place with the slim, muscular attorney. It had 
been an incredible fuck, one of the best Bill had ever had in his life. 

It had opened up a bold and savage part of his nature that he hardly knew 
existed; he had never been as turned-on by anyone as he had by the svelte, 
brazen actress. The memory of her spreading her sleek legs so obscenely 
before him, clad only in her flesh-colored leather hotpants made his ample 
cock jerk excitedly against his tight trousers. Yet, another aspect to the 
lurid encounter had begun to trouble him. 

Edy was exciting, yes, but strange and neurotic. She had continued to inhale 
cocaine through most of the afternoon and was now almost incoherent. She had 
stumbled through the house with her television script, muttering to herself, 
stark naked. Periodically she would remember Bill's presence and would run 
to him and press his hand against the nakedly moist flesh of her fevered 
pussy. Then she would stagger away, cursing the studio or her agent, or the 
producer. Her voice carried out into the warm California night. 

"And I want you to fire that goddamn director too! He still thinks he's 
directing Bette Davis tearjerkers." There was a pause, then the lady 
exploded. "Crap, Manny, pure crap! I want a new script in the morning, and I 
don't care how many writers you have to drag out of the fuck-bars tonight to 
do it! Okay? Call me back when you have something!" She slammed down the 
phone. 

"Where are you baby?" she called to Bill. 

"On the balcony," he replied, calling over his shoulder. 

"I'm going downstairs for a minute ... I need a little refresher. You wait 
up here, baby, okay?" 

"Fine," he said. Bill knew she was going for more cocaine and it troubled 
him. He didn't understand people who used drugs like that, and an 
instinctive sense of decency told him that while Edy was sensuous and 
provocative beyond anything he had known before, she was also mentally 
off-center. Her mind was warped, probably from too many years of struggle in 
a town with a heart of stone. 

Los Angeles, he thought to himself as he sipped a martini and gazed at the 
moonlit ocean. what a crazy city! 

He and Lori shared an intense dislike for the city; they both yearned to 
have a comfortable suburban home in the San Fernando Valley where they would 
be as far away as possible from the jaded Hollywood types and the perverted 
inhabitants of the massive urban sprawl that made up the "city of the 
angels." 

Some angels, he thought. . .More like Hell's Angels...or Satan's Studs... 

Suddenly, his mind flashed back to the sensational trial four months ago. He 
had been one of a battery of attorneys hired from Carey Associates by Magnum 
Productions to make sure the motorcyclist was jailed. There had been some 
doubt in Bill's mind as to the validity of the conviction. Even though he 
was revolted by the Satan's Studs and their like, he felt there was much 
evidence to support the outlaw's contention that he had shot the producer in 
self-defense ... It was common knowledge that the producer was homosexual, 
and a vicious, dangerous man. But the studio wanted no scandal, and the 
cyclist was convicted despite the doubt and lack of sufficient evidence. He 
remembered the leader of the gang shouting angrily in the courtroom, vowing 
revenge for the jailing of his "buddy." Bill had felt uneasy about the whole 
thing and had tried to put it out of his head. But now, unaccountably, it 
returned to him with renewed sharpness. He didn't like the idea of being a 
part of such a shady deal. .. that, plus the hazards of the city and the 
recent difficulties with Lori began to weigh in on him like a dark cloud. 

And now this crazy actress, he mused. I wish I knew what the hell was 
happening! 

He felt confused, pressured. He closed his eyes and let a light ocean breeze 
caress his body with warm wafts. It was a magnificent setting, yet he still 
felt something was wrong. 

"Guess what, handsome?" it was Edy, holding some papers. "I found the 
contracts." 

The sight of this ravishing woman outlined in the brightly lit glass doorway 
took Bill's breath away and banished his troubling thoughts immediately. The 
scintillating actress was dressed in a sheer chiffon pink nightgown that 
billowed and flowed around her lushly naked form beneath. The sleeves and 
hem were rimmed with pink fur. The light from behind her vividly silhouetted 
her succulent, curvaceous body through the gauzy chiffon. The young lawyer's 
skin tingled with desire at the staggering vision. Her fragrant perfume 
drifted lightly on the air as she moved to him slowly. Her supple curves 
shimmered like liquid mercury, and her raven-black hair swirled like dark 
fire around her beautiful moonlit face. 

"They were under some pillows in the living room," she said, her voice woozy 
from the white powder that ravaged her brain. "Here." 

She shoved the legal documents at him, then as he took them, she grabbed his 
arms and pulled him to her, kissing him passionately, her hot, wet tongue 
plunging deeply into his mouth. She held the kiss for a long time, and Bill 
almost grew dizzy from the violent intensity of it. Still clutching the 
contracts he wrapped his arms around her and held her soft, luxuriant form 
to his partly nude body. His penis awakened, grew and began throbbing with 
lust at the merest contact with the voluptuous actress. His body was 
electrified from head to foot. 

Suddenly, the black-haired woman pulled away and looked up at him with a sly 
smile. 

"How about another fuck before dinner," she crooned. "I want to feel that 
big hard cock of yours inside me again. Oh, you're such a good lay." 

Bill was trembling with passion. 

"Anytime, baby," he found himself saying, despite all his earlier 
reservations. "Anytime." He pulled her warmly inviting body into his and was 
digging his tongue into her warm mouth when, abruptly, a beeping horn 
interrupted the passionate spell that had settled over the two of them. 

"Oh, Christ, who's that?" Edy wondered. They could see the light of a car 
pulling into the drive. "I'll go see." 

She quickly vanished downstairs. 

Bill glanced over the contracts as he moved slowly into the bedroom, then 
went to the circular bed where he had flung his brief-case hours earlier. 
Opening it, he leafed through the papers inside. 

They're not here, he thought to himself, I know I put those memo's from 
Carey in here this morning, now where the hell. . . 

He rummaged through the papers, and inspected every compartment of the 
cowhide case. 

Christ, I must have left it at home! I was so anxious to get out I must have 
missed picking up that memo. Damn! I'll have to call Lori and see if they're 
where she can find them. 

Reproving himself for his stupidity, he went to the phone and began dialing 
his home. Downstairs he could hear Edy's voice. 

"Roberto! You darling, I thought you were still in Mexico...." 

The phone rang and rang, but there was no answer. After ten rings. Bill 
began to panic. Lori usually didn't go out alone at night. If she was going 
to meet friends she usually told him beforehand so he'd know where she was. 
It was decidedly unusual for her not to be there. 

God, I hope something hasn't happened, he thought, a tremor of fear flashing 
through him. 

He let the phone ring a few more times, then hung up and lit a cigarette. He 
paced nervously around the room, feeling that perhaps he ought to go home 
for those memo's, just to check and make sure Lori was all right. 

It's probably nothing, he argued to himself, she's probably gone down to the 
lobby for cigarettes or something...still. . . 

Suddenly Edy returned. Her spirits had apparently soared for she was 
bubbling over with happiness. 

"Roberto's home," she said excitedly. 

"Who's Roberto?" he asked. 

"My fianc...nobody knows it yet, but we decided to get married last week. 
It's a secret. He used to be my gardener, but he's so cute I decided he was 
going to be hubby number six." She winked at him. "Too bad you're married 
honey, or I might have even thrown over Roberto for you...." She giggled 
girlishly, then checked quickly to see if he had followed her upstairs. 
"Don't tell him I said that ... he gets crazy sometimes...anyway, I thought 
he was down in Mexico scoring some more coke . .. that's cocaine ... but he 
got it and he's back! Isn't that groovy?" She turned and fled from the 
bedroom and returned downstairs. He could hear a man's laughter, and Bill 
guessed it was Roberto. The "fianc" was news to him, but he had been 
warned, after all, to expect anything from her. He wondered what "Roberto's" 
reaction would be to his presence. He quickly picked up his martini from the 
bed table and drank a long deep swallow, hoping to blot out the confusion 
with a strong drink. He began to feel more mellow almost immediately, and he 
sat on the bed savoring the dry clear liquid. 

"Come on up and meet my lawyer, sweetheart," he heard Edy say. In a few 
minutes the star returned with her husband to be. 

Bill guessed that the young man who entered the room was of Mexican origin. 
He was young, about twenty or twenty-one, and looked like one of those surly 
hustlers he'd seen walking up and down Hollywood Boulevard looking for an 
expensive patron, male or female. He wore only tight, white slacks with a 
wide leather belt and high cowboy boots. His hair was blacker than Edy's and 
obviously styled by a Los Angeles hairdresser barber specializing in men. He 
wore an abundance of rings and silver bracelets. His wiry, slender build 
gave the impression of years of digging ditches or hauling cargo on the 
docks, a type always attractive to women like Edy. He smiled at Bill, his 
pearl-white teeth vividly set off by his dark, Latin skin. His eyes were 
black, and had a hint of cruelty in them. 

"This is Roberto. Isn't he gorgeous?" 

"Hello," Bill said, trying not to betray his somewhat contemptuous attitude 
towards the newcomer. 

Roberto said nothing, only smiled. Years of experience had taught him that 
his trade as a male love-object required nothing more than good looks and a 
big cock. Anything more was a waste of time. 

"How nice for me," Edy said moving to the glass doors that led into the 
wide, spacious balcony. "Two fabulous men, a warm night, and plenty of booze 
and cocaine. Who could ask for anything more?" she sang raucously. 

"I may have to leave for a while." Bill said. "I've left some important 
memo's at the house and I've got to get them." 

"Oh, baby, what a drag...just call your wife and have her send them by 
messenger...." 

"There...there's no answer," Bill said, somewhat perturbed, "and I think I'd 
better check to see if everything's okay at home "Oooohhhh...." Edy moaned 
petulantly, "I don't want you to go. Your little wifey will be all right. 
Maybe she's out with the delivery boy...." 

Bill resented her remark, and a flush of anger suddenly reddened his face. 
Edy saw his reaction at once and tried to smooth things over. 

"I didn't mean anything by that Bill," she said..."I'm always running off at 
the mouth, aren't I, Robby?" 

Roberto, who had sprawled in a chair, his hand poised provocatively over his 
crotch, said nothing. He merely smiled. 

"Old Edy never means half of what she says...you've got to remember that 
honey...okay?" She moved to Bill and twined her hands in his thick blond 
hair. "Oh, you've got such beautiful hair...and your eyes...oh, honey you 
could be a star if you wanted to ... or maybe do even better than Roberto 
... if you know what I mean...." 

Her deep green eyes gazed up at him and he was caught by their depth and 
brilliance. She moved closely to him, her firmly thrust breasts - thinly 
covered by the pink material - pressed tea singly against his well-muscled 
chest. She ran her warm, slender hands over his upper torso admiringly. 

''MMmmmmmmm...'' she sighed .. . "You're so nice and hard...." 

Bill glanced nervously at Roberto, who only observed the scene with his 
fixed, placid smile. 

"Don't worry about Chico, there... he doesn't care...." She brought her lips 
close to his, her exotic perfume drifted into his nostrils, and once again 
he felt carried away by the strong fragrance. Her eyes were like glowing 
emeralds, and she wore huge red-ruby earrings that glittered on her ears 
like bright scarlet lights nestled in the strands of ink-black hair. Her 
lips were parted dreamily. "I want you, Bill. . . Don't go . .. don't..." 

Hypnotized by her staggering beauty, Bill set his drink down carefully and 
put his arms around her; holding that sleekly voluptuous body of hers in 
such a tight embrace that he began to tremble with hot desire. His genitals 
were throbbing wildly as she wantonly ground her pelvis into him. He 
couldn't resist her, he couldn't. . . Her ripely luscious body and dazzling 
face held him completely in its thrall. The memo could wait! Lori could 
wait! Roberto could go fuck himself. The whole damn world could wait! All he 
wanted was to sink his massively pulsating cock into Edy Randall's eager 
little cunt again! He wanted to fuck her silly and know again that rushing 
surge of overpowering lust! 

"That's it," she cried as he clutched her supple body. "Oh Lover! You're all 
man!" 

The young lawyer ran his hands eagerly over the sleek, supple form. Gripping 
her hair with one hand, he placed his hand on the gossamer-encased mound of 
her pussy, massaging it with passionate intensity. In response, Edy 
enthusiastically planted her slender hand directly on his throbbing 
protuberance. She kneaded the bulging outline slowly and sensuously, making 
Bill's blood race hotly through his wildly aroused body. He was so engrossed 
in this obscene embrace, that he hadn't noticed that Roberto had slipped 
quietly out of the room, and returned seconds later with a small gold spoon 
and blue bowl of cocaine. Edy spied him at once when he returned to the room 
with the potent drug. 

"Oh, what a darling you are! Just what I had in mind." 

She broke away from Bill and sat on the bed next to the Latin hustler, 
eagerly waiting to take a spoonful of the white powder. 

Bill watched with apprehension as first Edy and then the Mexican boy sniffed 
the cocaine. Roberto turned to the young lawyer, after a deep whiff, and 
offered him a spoonful. Bill refused with a curt nod of his head. 

"What's wrong lover? It won't hurt just once!" Edy remarked, "Try it. Don't 
be so square." 

"No ... no I don't think so," he replied. "I don't want to get involved with 
drugs." 

"This isn't getting involved for Christ's sake. You can't get hooked on one 
snort. Oh, come on, Bill," the ravishing actress insisted, "let your hair 
down a little. Enjoy yourself." 

Bill was about to refuse again when he caught the eye of the dark young man 
sitting next to her. There was a smirking look on the Latin's face, a 
scornful glint that Bill interpreted as a challenge to his manhood. 

This punk thinks I'm too uptight to have some cocaine, does he? 

Although one part of him knew it was foolish to be intimidated by the boy, 
another part strongly wanted to accept the challenge. He felt a strong urge 
to try the drug come what may and not appear like a terrified "straight." 

"All right...." he said finally, "what the hell." 

"Great," Edy exclaimed happily. "I just know you'll love it. Just watch how 
we do it." 

She took the gold spoon, filled it with more powder, then lifted it directly 
to her nostril. Holding the other nostril closed, she took a quick sniff as 
the cocaine disappeared from the spoon. Roberto repeated the procedure, then 
offered the spoon to the apprehensive attorney. Taking the tiny spoon, Bill 
did exactly as Edy and her fianc had done, then repeated the gesture with a 
second spoonful in the other nostril. At first he felt nothing. But as he 
returned the spoon to Roberto, he began to feel a light, euphoric sensation 
melt through his body. He felt a giddiness that was extremely pleasant, and 
his nose grew slightly numb. 

"It's nice . . " he said, grinning from ear to ear .. . "really nice." 

"You ain't got half of it yet," Edy replied. The gold spoon was passed 
around again. This time Bill's body began to vibrate with a tingling 
sensation. The tips of his fingers seemed to give off electric sparks; his 
head seemed to be floating on a cloud, miles above the earth; and every part 
of his body took on a heightened, powerful new awareness! He felt like a 
king! Colors were glowing vividly and the light shimmered around the room 
like in a dream. It was like being underwater in a huge ocean of champagne! 
He threw his head back and began to laugh great, ringing laughs. Edy and her 
lover giggled as they watched the handsome lawyer come under the seductive, 
heady spell of the cocaine. 

"You've got it baby," Edy cried. "Have a ball! You only live once!" 

Moving to a panel of switches near her bed, a panel very similar to the one 
downstairs in the living room, she switched on the invisible tape deck and 
instantly blaring, Latin music came pouring from somewhere inside the walls. 

"For you, Roberto baby," the tempestuous actress said, launching into a 
provocative dance to the throbbing South American drum rhythms. "Ole!" 

Abandoning herself to her drug-induced frenzy, she flung off the chiffon 
negligee, suddenly exposing her nakedly gleaming body to the awestruck gaze 
of both Bill and Roberto. She ran her hands over her creamy, pinkish flesh, 
squeezing her firmly upthrust breasts ecstatically, all the while dancing 
wildly around the room. 

"South of the Border!" she shrieked, her eyes glazed with passion." 

"I-yi-yi!" 

With a wild leering smile, Roberto quickly stripped himself of his tight 
white pants and his high leather boots. His tight, muscular body - with dark 
Latin skin, and black curling hair - was a vivid contrast to Edy'd milky, 
glittering form. He joined her for uninhibited dancing, his enormous cock 
and balls bouncing obscenely as he danced to the feverish beat of the music. 
The young lawyer was growing woozy and delirious from the potent drug, and 
the sight of these two naked, hot young bodies dancing crudely in 
pornographic versions of Latin dancing made his own long hard penis surge 
with passion. Quickly then, he stripped himself completely of his trousers 
and shorts, and the lewd trio stood naked and trembling with lust. 

"Let's go out on the balcony," Edy cried, and darted through the glass 
sliding doors out onto the luxurious, carpeted terrace overlooking the 
Pacific. Roberto quickly followed, massaging his eagerly pulsating cock and 
balls, obscenely arousing himself to a fever pitch of excitement. Edy threw 
herself down onto the deep piled rug and in a second Roberto was on top of 
her. Laughing, they rolled around the balcony clutching each other tightly, 
kicking and thrashing their legs in lewd abandon. Bill watched the nakedly 
writhing pair in astonishment. They were scrambling on the carpet like two 
hot animals, playing vulgarly with each other's perfect bodies. The sight of 
their nude, supple forms glittering in the moonlight, with shadows dancing 
on their skin, was an unbelievably lurid and exciting sight. Bill felt waves 
of aching lust gush through him, heightened by the stunning effects of the 
drug. It was a vision of gross, torrid obscenity, and it drove him wild with 
throbbing desire. 

Christ, if I'm not careful I'll cum right here! he thought, as his huge, 
bloated cock quivered and jerked in hot response to the orgy he witnessed. 

Controlling himself carefully, he moved out onto the terrace. The wild Latin 
music drifted sensuously out across the balcony as Roberto lay back on the 
carpet with his mammoth penis standing erect from his loins like a vulgar, 
fleshy flagpole. EDY WAS STRADDLED ACROSS HIM, LOWERING HER CUNT ONTO HIS 
AWAITING COCK! To Bill's astonished eyes it looked like a primitive ritual. 
The actress slowly lowered her body into a squat position over her fianc's 
quivering spear. 

"Here I come, you gorgeous prick," she screamed frenziedly. "Ready or not!" 

Expertly she lowered the opening of her moistly twitching pussy onto the 
exposed bulbous head of the young hustler's ready penis. Roberto lay back, 
grinning crazily, offering his muscular frame to the drug-maddened star like 
a young Aztec warrior. 

"OOOOoooohhhhh!" Edy moaned as she slid wetly down the long, thick tool. "I 
WANT TO FEEL YOU RIGHT UP INTO MY STOMACH!" 

Twisting her hips in time to the insistent beat of the music she skewered 
herself down onto the young man's rock-hard staff, then let herself ease 
forward so that she was belly to belly with the Mexican, propped on her 
elbows. The gleaming half-moons of her shimmering buttocks waved lewdly back 
at Bill, a vulgar, hypnotic invitation to his aching, yearning cock. 

"Join the party, gorgeous," she called back to the astonished attorney. 

Christ, she wants me to fuck her up the ass, he thought wildly. This is 
insane! 

For a moment Bill hesitated, but as his eyes hungrily watched Edy writhe her 
nakedly sleek body over the equally excited Latin boy, sinking her hips so 
that her hot loins sucked Roberto's inflated penis deeply up into her 
throbbing cuntal sheath, the lawyer could no longer contain himself. With a 
lusty animal groan he moved quickly to the squirming twosome. Kneeling 
behind Edy's lewdly exposed ass-cheeks, he spread the golden-globed buttocks 
feverishly with his palms, so that the brown, puckered little hole was fully 
exposed in the shadowy light. 

'That's it," the succulent actress cried out, "sink that big cock of yours 
right up into my asshole! I want two cocks in me! Now! NOW!" 

At her words, Bill was caught in a torrent of unleashed animal passion. 
Eagerly he pulled back the velvety foreskin of his massively erect penis and 
moistened the muscular shaft with his spittle. He placed the charged tip of 
his cock at the tightly clenched rectal entrance and, with a savage cry, he 
gripped her shoulders and thrust his rock-hard cock brutally inward. 

"AAAAAIIIIEEEEE!" Edy screamed in animal rapture as he penetrated her anus 
with the savage force. The intensity of his thrust shot the actress forward, 
but Roberto held her wantonly squirming body with his muscular hands and 
kept her firmly in place. 

Edy was in seventh heaven! The burning pain of Bill's massive rod buried in 
her rectum combined with Roberto's long hard cock in her cunt drove her 
nearly mad with ecstasy. Bill began to slide his thick shaft of hot flesh 
slowly out of that fiery rear channel, before ramming it in again with a 
cruel lunge; at the same time Roberto twisted his hips thrusting upward into 
her warmly clasping vagina as Edy squirmed rapturously, happily impaled on 
two huge cocks. 

" YEEEEESSSSS ! " she shrieked. "YYEEEESSSSS!" 

All three seemed to melt into a hot mass of twisting, sweaty bodies as their 
excitement grew and fed on itself. Bill increased his tempo. He was 
positioned behind Edy in such a way that he could reach forward with his 
hands and grasp the softly dangling breasts of the writhing actress while at 
the same time powerfully pumping his hips back and forth, burrowing his hot 
penis deeper and deeper into the tight rectum. 

Man, this is fantastic, he thought, his lust mounting rapidly. The heady 
effect of the drugs gave him a potency he never thought possible, and it 
seemed like there was nothing in the world but writhing, sensuous bodies. 
Fucking the famous actress savagely in her tight little rectum drove him 
wild! He was lost in it, utterly lost. AND HE DIDN'T CARE! NOTHING MATTERED 
BUT THIS! FUCKING LIKE A STALLION! HE WANTED TO FUCK LIKE THIS FOREVER!! 

Positioned beneath the luscious star, Roberto shoved his mighty pole 
brutally upwards, grinding mercilessly against the quivering nub of Edy's 
cervix; he wanted to plunge his cock into her as far as possible. He knew 
how to please the rich, famous lady, he knew exactly how she liked it: rough 
and hot! No holds barred! And that was fine with him. He ran his hands 
eagerly over her warmly gleaming skin, kissing her with passionate intensity 
as she pressed her lips down harshly against his; as their tongues 
intertwined hotly he thought of the new red sports-car she had promised to 
buy him. If he played his cards right, he knew he could have this curvaceous 
gravy-train take care of him very well for at least a couple of 
years...until she got tired of him... or until he got tired of her and 
somebody made a better offer. In the meantime, his job was simple. Fuck the 
living hell out of this bitch! With a wild cry he shoved his hips in savage, 
upward thrusts that nearly upset the two squirming bodies above. His huge 
penis drove into her with the force of a hurricane. 

"FUCK MEEEEEEE!" Edy shouted into the dark California night. "FUCK MEEEEEEE 
GOOOOODDDDD!" 

Bill kissed the back of her neck furiously, raising a little welt in the 
skin as he plunged his lust-inflated tool deeply into her boiling rectal 
sheath. His hairy, great pulsing balls slapped wildly against the madly 
fucking cock and cunt beneath. The young attorney had never experienced such 
incredible, unbridled sexuality in his life. If anyone had suggested to him 
two days ago that he would be sodomizing Edy Randall, the famous sex-symbol, 
in the ass as part of a lewd threesome with her Mexican lover, he would have 
thought they were completely nuts! But here he was, fucking himself silly 
and reveling in it! 

The air was filled with the screams and groans of the thrashing trio, while 
the surging music blared its throbbing accompaniment to the obscene orgy. 
Edy had nearly lost consciousness. 

She was submerged in a sea of blazing, fiery lust; her naked young body was 
lewdly sandwiched between the two handsome, madly fucking men like a hot 
creamy cushion of flesh. Both her channels were filled by huge, wet cocks 
and she loved it! SHE COULDNT GET ENOUGH! SHE WANTED MORE! MORE!! Her 
drug-crazed brain was whirling and reeling, pinwheels of bursting color 
seemed to explode when she closed her eyes. She was like a shrieking, 
bucking demon-goddess adrift on a maelstrom of passion. 

v "UUUUUNNNNGGGHHHHH!" she groaned, as electric flashes began to explode 
through her body. Her loins became convulsed with new excitement, her cuntal 
flesh palpitated hotly and her rectal sheath fairly exploded with heat. She 
was cumming! SHE WAS CUM MMMIHIINNNGGG!!! 

"AAAANNNNGGGGGHHHHH!" she cried as her female juices began to secrete madly 
from the quaking walls of her hot pussy. 

Bill knew his own climax was not far off, for his inflated throbbing balls 
began to ache with the onrush of boiling cum. 

"AH ... AAAH...AAAAHHHHHH...!!" he yelled as the crescendo of orgasm mounted 
feverishly. 

Thrashing beneath the groaning pair above him, Roberto was nearly ready to 
fire his rocket load of jism also. His lips were drawn tightly back over his 
white, flashing teeth, his eyes bulged wildly and a deep groan roared forth 
from his throat. 

"EEEEEIIIIIIAAAARRRRGGGGHHHH!!" the Latin cried out, his wiry young body 
jerking and twitching uncontrollably as he shot his white, male essence like 
bullets into Edy's drenched cuntal sheath. 

Bill was seized with a final wrenching spasm as his hot cum suddenly burst 
forth from his gorged cockhead and gushed like a river into the star's 
bruised anal cavity. 

"CHRIST, I'M CUUUMMMMIIINNNNGGG!" he moaned deliriously. ''I'M CUUUMMMINGGG! 
OH GOD!! OOOHHH GOD!!!" Then, in a rapid-fire series of liquid explosions, 
he began emptying himself into Edy's hotly throbbing rectum. 

Groans and cries filled the air as the unholy three were nearly torn asunder 
by the overwhelming crash of their mutual orgasms. Arms and legs flailed in 
abandon as the two men heaved and panted, plunging their gushing cocks 
deeply into the twin holes of the sex-crazed actress. 

Edy reveled in the feel of the two convulsing penises separated only by a 
thin membrane of skin. She was reeling with the dynamic impact of her raging 
climax. Her body was melting, floating, aglow with the fire of ecstasy! 

Slowly, after all three had drained the dregs of their passion, the 
turbulent activity subsided. Completely spent, Bill withdrew his softening 
cock from her anus with a little pop, and eased his body back onto the soft 
rug to relax. Exhausted, Edy slid down next to Roberto, sighing with 
delight. Roberto closed his eyes and mentally congratulated himself on a job 
well done. 

For a long while no one said a word. They gazed up at the silent, twinkling 
stars and let the cool air play over their hot, wet bodies. Finally, Edy 
spoke, with characteristic candor. 

"You know, whoever said two's company but three's a crowd, was full of 
shit." 

CHAPTER SEVEN 

Sunday morning dawned bright and sunny. Bill stirred sleepily on the huge 
bed where he, Edy and Roberto had spent the night alternating period of 
sleep with more bizarre fucking. The effects of the cocaine seemed to last 
well past the time he would have expected, and the potent drug had created 
in him an incredible sexual power that allowed him to do things he had never 
thought possible. He had fucked Edy again, as had Roberto. There seemed no 
end to their passion. Bill stretched lazily as the sun bathed his naked body 
with warmth. But now, oddly enough, despite the extended orgy, he felt fully 
rested and pleasant. 

He rose from the bed, making sure not to wake the others, who slept soundly. 
His eye was struck by Edy, nakedly lying on the white satin coverlet. Her 
appetizing, radiant form glistened in the morning light, and she looked more 
ravishing and desirable than ever. He again remembered scenes from her 
movies and felt himself to be the luckiest man in the world to have been 
able to bury his rock-hard cock deep into her warmly clasping cunt over and 
over, a feat that ninety per cent of the males in the world wished that they 
could do. Even at that early hour he felt his penis begin to stir again at 
the memory of the incredible fucking that had taken place in the last 
twenty-four hours. His life had changed in a way that he never would have 
expected; he had discovered through Edy aspects of his animal nature that 
had lain buried for all these years. He felt truly like a bull-god, a Titan. 

He quickly slipped into his clothes and went downstairs to make himself some 
coffee. As he waited for the water to boil, he smoked slowly on a cigarette, 
savoring each puff and glancing around the enormous, well-equipped kitchen. 
He felt comfortable surrounded by the luxurious appointments of Edy's house, 
and wondered if he would ever be satisfied with his former life after what 
had happened. Then, in a flash, a cold sweat began to break out on his 
forehead as an image of Lori surge into his consciousness. 

My God, he thought in a panic, I forgot all about Lori! 

He remembered trying to reach her by phone the night before, but in his 
subsequent drugged state he had forgotten all about her. Hastily he went to 
the kitchen extension phone and dialed his home number. He let it ring ten 
times, and with each ring it became more apparent that his vulnerable young 
wife was not at home, in fact hadn't been home since last night. The tips of 
Bill's fingers froze in fear as he hung up the receiver and realized that 
something was wrong, desperately wrong! In a rush of anxious guilt the full 
extent of his behavior in the last day reached him with shattering force. 
The lavish beach-house, which had only moments ago appeared to him as a 
place of comfort and excitement, not took on the aspect of imminent danger. 
His sexual degeneracy with Edy and her fianc pressed in on him like vulgar 
phantoms; his mind spun with remorse. 

Christ, if any thing's happened to Lori, I'll never forgive myself. 

He regretted having left her so early the morning before without resolving 
their violent conflict, and his brain flooded with terrifying thoughts; 
perhaps she'd done something to herself... in her condition she might have 
even...taken her life! 

Oh God! Oh God, his mind screamed, what have I done! 

Within minutes he had gathered his coat and attach case and, leaving a 
brief explanatory note for Edy, he got into his car and drove towards Los 
Angeles. 

Just let me be in time, he prayed, before anything happens! Please, just let 
me be in time! 

At about the same time, Lori was awakening in the isolate shack where she 
was being held captive by the studs. After her lovemaking with Rina, she had 
fallen into a deep, peaceful sleep. Now, slowly she came awake. 

"Morning...." a merry, young voice said. 

It was Rina, who had been waiting for her pretty new friend to wake up. At 
first Lori was startled, for she had nearly forgotten where she was; but the 
sight of the young blonde teenager kneeling beside her cot, gazing at her 
with tender adoration, eased her mind. She sat up and gazed around the crude 
room. 

"Where's Spyder?" she asked timidly. 

"He's gone to meet the rest of the Studs," Rina replied. 'They were all out 
celebrating last night and got so drunk they never made it back to the 
cabin. But they'll be here soon." 

The thought of having to face the entire gang of outlaws made Lori shiver 
with fear. 

"I've got to leave here Rina...I've got "Oh you can't... Spyder said to make 
sure you didn't get away ... he said you have to meet the entire club." 

"But my husband ... I have to reach my husband...." 

"Don't worry," Rina said, trying to reassure her with a gentle touch of her 
hand, "it's okay. Besides, Spyder doesn't like to have his orders crossed. 
He can get awful mad sometimes. He said you couldn't leave until the 
initiation was over...." 

"Initiation? What initiation ... I thought what happened yesterday was 
enough...how much more do I have to go through?" 

Tears flooded Lori's eyes, and she buried her face in her hands shaking with 
terrified sobs. Rina embraced the weeping young wife and tried to comfort 
her. 

"Don't be afraid," she said. "It'll be over soon. Would you like some 
coffee? I've got water boiling on the hotplate." 

"Yes .. . yes...." Lori replied in a small, thin voice, "that would help." 

She watched as the bosomy youngster poured her a cup of instant coffee. 
Again, despite the fact that deep inside she was shocked at this teenager's 
sexual degeneracy, making love to her had been one of the most exciting, 
wonderful experiences in her life. It was a puzzling fact which her mind 
could not comprehend. But she knew that despite her revulsion, she felt a 
warm kinship with Rina, a real affection. But yet it was wrong! Wrong and 
sinful! Just as Aunt Dorothy had told her! The dark-haired young wife tried 
desperately to clear her head ... to gain some kind of perspective, but the 
staggering events that had taken place were more than she could handle. She 
yearned desperately to be home again with her husband, safe and secure. 

Oh Bill, her mind whispered, I need you so much...I need you to help me! Oh, 
help me please!! 

Bill reached his apartment by noon. He became immediately alarmed when he 
realized that the entrance door was not locked. Moving quickly inside the 
apartment, his heart began to pound violently when he saw the living room in 
complete disarray. Then his eyes focused on Lori's bra and panties that lay 
crumpled in the corner. He picked up the garments and examined them closely, 
terror surging through his brain. There was no question that the nylon 
panties had been torn, as if ... as if his wife had been raped! 

"Oh no! NO!" he cried out in the empty room. "OH GOD, WHAT'S HAPPENED!" 

While he had been reveling obscenely the previous day with Edy, his wife had 
been raped and either kidnapped or...or...MURDERED! 

"JESUS! JESUS!" he groaned. Blindly he stumbled to the phone to call the 
police. Then, through his blurred vision he saw a note folded and placed 
conspicuously on the telephone. He opened it and read the contents: YOUR 
WIFE IS SAFE. IF YOU WANT TO SEE HER AGAIN COME TO THE CABIN AT THE END OF 
MURRA Y ROAD OFF BEMIS DRIVE IN LAUREL CANYON. COME ALONE! DO NOT CONTACT 
POLICE OR SHE WILL BE HARMED! FOLLOW THESE INSTRUCTIONS PERFECTLY OR WE 
SHALL TAKE FURTHER REVENGE! YOU ARE BEING WATCHED!! 

Bill's hands shook as he finished the note and his body was trembling with 
anger and fear. Someone had kidnapped Lori, but why? For what reason? At 
first he thought of calling the police, despite the note, but then thought 
the better of it. If the apartment was being watched the bastard probably 
knew every step Bill was taking. 

This guy must be crazy...completely crazy! If I don't do what he says 
there's no telling what might happen to Lori. 

His eye fell on a framed photograph of his wife that sat next to the phone. 
She looked so sweet and innocent that his heart leapt with renewed love for 
her. It was a vivid contrast to the open vulgarity of Edy Randall, and he 
cursed himself inwardly for letting himself be swept up into her grotesque 
world without a second thought. Sure, he and Lori had their difficulties, 
what couple doesn't? But they could work them out! He resolved then and 
there that if he found his wife alive he would never again be so foolish as 
to leave her like he had the morning before. 

Lori. . . Lori, he called inwardly, I'm coming to find you darling! I love 
you! Believe that, my dearest, I love you, YOU! I'LL FIND YOU AND BRING YOU 
HOME AGAIN! 

Stuffing the note quickly into his jacket pocket, he left his apartment and 
began his journey to Laurel Canyon. 

"What kind of ... initiation is it?" Lori asked in a timid voice as she and 
Rina sipped then-coffee. 

"Well... I think they're going to pull a train...." 

"What?" the young wife asked, puzzled. "What does that mean?" 

Rina gazed at her, wondering what Lori's reaction would be when she told her 
what was in store. The teenager was used to such things, in fact she really 
enjoyed it when the gang pulled a train on her. But she knew the innocent 
young wife might react badly. 

"It means...." Rina groped to find the right words, "it means that.. . you 
can love every man in the club ... all of them...." 

"All of them?" Lori queried, still puzzled and growing anxious. "I don't 
understand . .. how...how...." 

Like a clap of thunder the full impact of what the blonde girl was saying 
became clear to her. 

"You mean...you mean...that they all... all are going to ... " 

"Fuck you...yes...." 

Lori dropped her cup with a sharp clatter, and felt herself growing faint. 
The idea of being taken forcibly by the entire outlaw gang was so horrifying 
to her that a dizzying blackness began to overtake her. 

"It's all right," Rina said, seeing Lori's face drain of all color and her 
body begin to slump. "I'll help you..." 

Lori managed to regain her consciousness at the last moment, and with all 
her strength she faced the young nymphet. 

"How?" she asked in a voice shivering with fright. "How can you help me?" 

"Because I've done it before...Oh, I know it seems awful to you. . . and it 
is hard sometimes .. . but there are ways to make it easy for yourself . .. 
and who knows .. . maybe you'll even like it." 

"Never!" Lori moaned. "Never!" 

Tears gushed from her eyes. Rina moved to her and embraced her once more. 

"You shouldn't say that," she said soothingly. "After all, you didn't think 
you'd like to make love to me, did you? And that wasn't so bad . .. you did 
like me, didn't you? Oh, Lori, I enjoyed licking out your pussy too much, 
and it was so good feeling your tongue in mine...will you trust me? I'll 
help you if you'll only trust me?" 

Lori looked at Rina, gazing deep into the young teenager's sparking blue 
eyes. She knew that there was no point in resisting now...that she had to 
surrender to whatever fate had in store. There was no escape! The girl was 
asking her to trust her, and much as she feared what might happen, 
instinctively the lawyer's wife knew she should do as Rina asked. With a 
deep, weary moan, she embraced the young blonde and allowed her terror to 
drain away. 

"Oh thank you, Lori," Rina exclaimed happily. "Everything is going to be all 
right, I know it." 

Then, a loud rumbling sound was heard coming from outside the cabin. 

"What's that?" Lori asked, her body growing cold and tense. 

"That's the Studs...their motorcycles are coming up the road...." 

Taylor's wife drew back in alarm. 

"Don't be afraid," Rina said, taking her hand and pressing it warmly. "I'll 
tell you what to do ... now listen, listen close...there isn't much 
time...." 

Spyder pulled up alongside the shack, riding his Harley chopper with the 
ease of a cowboy on a swift spirited horse. Years of riding had taught him 
how to know his iron-stallion completely, and riding was second nature. With 
ease he swerved neatly to a stop, as the rest of the outlaw gang roared up 
behind him. There were twelve other men, and six "mama's" who rode on the 
cycles behind the men, their arms clamped tightly around their "old man's" 
waists. One by one the cycles came to a halt, as the Studs made a protective 
ring around the shack with their imposing machines. The men were all dressed 
similarly to Spyder, with cutoff jackets, greasy Levi's and boots. All had 
the death's-head stitched to the back of their cutoffs. Some wore Nazi 
helmets and insignia, others wore chains around their waists; a few had 
black leather motorcycle jackets, worn under the cutoffs. They were sweaty 
and dirty from riding, and several were still drunk from the all-night 
drinking session in their favorite bar a few miles from their headquarters. 
Their women, who were dressed similar to Rina in denims, tight jeans, and 
lace up boots, all had voluptuously appetizing bodies vulgarly outlined by 
the tight denims they wore. Some were blonde, some redheaded, some were 
brunettes; they were heavily made up, outlining their eyes and lips in crude 
sensuality. They were tough, as tough as their swarthy men, and most were 
just as drunk. A boisterous, excitement pervaded their arrival, and they 
laughed loudly and shouted to one another. 

"Hey Spyder," a boy with an earring called out. "Do we fuck that lawyer's 
broad right now?" 

"Take it easy," Spyder shouted back, laughing. "You'll get that sweet pussy 
soon enough." 

"How about a little right now?" one of the girls cried, moving to the boy. 
"You don't have to wait for that uptight chick!" 

The girl, a redhead with mammoth, jutting breasts, quickly unzipped the 
boy's "originals" and withdrew his cock, which hardened at once. The redhead 
clamped the big pulsing shaft between her legs and began shoving her hips 
back and forth, while the others roared with approval and encouraged them 
on. 

"Hey, cool it," Spyder shouted with the authority of a born leader. "There's 
all the time in the world for that. Let's go in and meet our tasty little 
prize!" 

Reluctantly, the redhead pulled away from the boy. 

"Later, baby," the boy said. "He's right." 

"Hey Eddie," Spyder called to one of the outlaws, "you stand sentry now and 
let me know when that bastard lawyer gets here. Rocco saw him leave the 
apartment at noon. I figure he'll be here soon." 

"But when do I get to fuck the chick?" Eddie protested. 

"Do what I tell you," the cyclists' leader snapped harshly. "You'll get all 
the pussy you want! But right now you stand sentry or I'll break your head! 
It'll take him awhile to walk up the two miles and you can get back here by 
the short cut to warn us. Get moving!" 

With a sulky scowl, the boy slipped into the trees and disappeared. 

"Now, let's go inside," Spyder said. 

He moved to the door of the shack and went in as the rest of the gang 
followed with eager anticipation. 

Lori sat at the table, twisting her wedding ring nervously as the outlaw 
troop entered. Immediately, Rina ran to greet Spyder, and they kissed 
passionately. 

"I took real good care of her," she said proudly as they broke their 
embrace. 

"Good, baby...you're a doll." 

One by one the cyclists and their girls entered and moved to various corners 
of the shack, taking in the lush figure of the frightened wife as they did. 

"Hey, she's a gorgeous piece of ass," one called. 

"Do you fuck good, sweetheart?" a girl shouted. 

"How big's your pussy," a burly, bearded outlaw yelled. 

'Take off your clothes, cunt," the young man with the earring shouted. 

"Your fuckin' husband sent Sal to jail, bitch," a buxom, hard-looking 
brunette cried out. 

"Hold it!" Spyder commanded, as he shut the door and locked it securely. 
'This here's our new friend. Lori Taylor." 

There were catcalls and hoots, as several of them hurled more insults at the 
trembling young woman. Rina suddenly ran to the center of the room. 

"She's all right," the young nymphet shouted at the gang. "She's all right!" 
She turned to her cyclist lover. "Spyder, don't let them say those things to 
her." 

Spyder smiled down at his young sweetheart with something that approached 
tenderness. 

"Anything you say, kid," he said, patting her gently on the shoulder. "You 
hear that?" he called to the gang. "Rina says she's okay, so watch your 
language!" 

"Yeah?" a man with greasy blond hair hanging to his shoulders called out 
angrily. "What about Sal? What about the bum rap her fuckin' husband pulled 
on Sal?" 

An angry murmur went through the gang, cries for revenge were called. Spyder 
held up his hands. 

"Hold it! We'll get our revenge...we'll get our just dues for everything 
that was done to Sal. But I'm running this show, and we'll do it my way. 
Anybody that doesn't like the way I'm handling things can come outside and 
we'll see who's the top man around here! Any takers?" 

The men were cowed by his words. Spyder could out-fight any of the others 
and they knew it. There was a respectful silence. 

"Fine," Spyder continued. "Now, we're gonna have a fuckin' initiation 
ceremony and we're gonna do it right. So stay cool! Just stay cool, and 
every thing'll be fine!" 

Bill Taylor had stopped at a gas station. He had nearly run out of gas and 
had to get off of the freeway to fill up. He fidgeted nervously as the 
attendant put the hose in the gas tank, and then ambled slowly to the hood 
of the car to check the oil. 

"Don't bother," Bill said. "I know I've got oil." 

"Let me check anyway," the attendant said amiably. "It'll take a minute to 
fill the tank anyway." 

Bill felt his stomach tighten in fear, as the attendant lifted the hood. 
Every minute delayed could be fatal, and he was anxious to get moving. Yet 
there was nothing to be done. He tried to calm himself, but his tension was 
almost uncontrollable. The palms of his hands were damp, and beads of 
perspiration dripped from his forehead. It was now nearly one-thirty, and 
the day was hot and sticky. Suddenly the attendant slammed down the hood 
with a bang, and Bill's body jerked in response. 

"Plenty of oil," the man said. "Let me clean that windshield for you." 

"No," Bill snapped impatiently. "Look just take the hose out of the tank 
now, I've got enough. I'm in a hurry." 

"Hell, everybody's in a hurry nowadays," the attendant mused as he replaced 
the hose and closed the gas tank. 

"How much?" Bill asked as he hurriedly withdrew a five dollar bill from his 
wallet. 

'Three fifty," the man said. 

'Take this...." Bill said, shoving the bill at him. 

"I'll get your change for you," the attendant drawled as he started towards 
the office. 

"Don't bother," the lawyer shouted, as he started his car. In his haste he 
made the motor stall. "Son of a bitch!" he shouted, starting it again. "GOD 
DAMNIT!" 

Finally successful, he drove out of the gas station with a squeal of tires. 
The attendant watched him go, snaking his head in amazement. 

"People are nuts in this town," he said to himself, "completely nuts." 

In the lonely shack, the initiation ceremony had begun. Lori was being 
stripped naked in front of the entire outlaw gang, who sat on the floor 
along the walls of the cabin drinking wine and beer from bottles. All eyes 
were on the voluptuous, dark-haired young woman who stood trembling in the 
center of the room as her blouse was removed revealing her naked upper 
torso. As her firmly upthrust breasts were uncovered the group snouted and 
whistled. 

"Right on, sister!" 

"Lookit them boobs! What a pair!" 

"Man, would I like to get my teeth into those!" 

Lori hung her head in utter humiliation as waves of shame ran through her 
body. In her worst nightmare, she had never experienced anything as 
degrading and loathsome as this! Her mind struggled to understand what was 
happening, to know why fate had so cruelly chosen her for this disgusting 
torture. Despite Rina's efforts to ease her mind she felt like the lowest 
creature in the world! A whore! A slut! 

As the cyclists and their girls shouted lewd remarks at her and let their 
eyes rove lustily over her succulently gleaming breasts, she thought of Aunt 
Dorothy and the endless warnings. 

But I tried to be good, her mind screamed, I tried so hard! How did this 
happen? OH GOD HELP ME! I DON'T UNDERSTAND! 

"Now let's see her pussy!" someone shouted, bringing her back to reality 
with an icy shock. 

"Yeah, let's see the rest!" 

There were more hoots and whistles from the lusty crowd. At the sight of her 
melon-shaped breasts, shimmering silkily in the sunlight that poured through 
the dirty window, the outlaws I d begun to give full vent to their vile 
needs. 

Several had taken their lust-hardened cocks out and were massaging them 
slowly, their eyes glued to Lori's firmly pointed globes. Others were 
kissing their girls and fondling their breasts. One girl had begun sucking 
on her man's long, whitely gleaming penis. Two of the "mama's" who had a 
large taste for other women as well as for their outlaws, reached down 
inside then-tight jeans and began to finger-fuck themselves, their eyes 
glazed with excitement. 

Without warning, Spyder suddenly grabbed Lori's firmly fleshed breast with 
his broad greasy hands and kneaded them crudely. The young wife closed her 
eyes in utter mortification and her body tensed as the swarthy cyclist 
pinched the tender, pink nipples with his fingers sending sharp strings of 
pain through her. 

"No...no," she cried, but her protests were drowned in the roar of vulgar 
shouts and laughter that accompanied Spyder's brutal treatment. Her naked 
young body quivered as he pressed the hardened buds cruelly. 

"Okay baby," he said to her darkly, "phase two coming up. Take off your 
jeans and let them see your pussy." 

Biting her lips to keep back the flood of tears that welled up from deep 
within, Lori unhooked her tight slacks and slowly lowered them. As the 
rounded curves of her sensually flaring hips were uncovered, the shouts and 
screams rose to a fever pitch. The outlaws were swigging down wine in rapid 
gulps, spilling it on themselves and growing drunker and wilder by the 
minute. 

"What a body! Baby you are gonna be some fuck!" one shouted. 

'Take it off, take it off!" another screamed, as he feverishly massaged his 
aching, blood-bloated penis. 

"Go on honey," a heavily-rouged blonde called, "let's see what you got in 
there!" 

In abject shame, Lori lowered her jeans further and her softly curling bush 
of pubic hair was revealed to the bug-eyed gaze of the excited 
motorcyclists. Her tender "vee" was nestled like a honey-colored flower up 
between her legs. At it's naked exposure the group went wild, and a bearded 
cyclist with curly black hair suddenly began to ejaculate, his body rocking 
with spontaneous orgasm. 

"Christ I'm cumming!" he shouted as spurts of white, sticky semen shot forth 
from his aching tool to splatter against his "mama's" naked breasts. 
"AAAUUUUNNNGGGHHH!" 

There was raucous laughter as the others watched their compatriot jerking 
his gushing cock wildly in hot release. 

"Think you'll get it up again for the 'train?'" his girl asked, seemingly 
very concerned. 

"Don't worry," the youth groaned as his male essence shot forth like bullets 
and splashed on his dirty jeans. "I'm gonna cum all night!" 

Lori had momentarily stopped, shocked by the vulgar sight of the outlaw's 
sudden climax. 

"Keep goin" Spyder snarled. 

Deeply ashamed, Lori slipped the form-fitting jeans down and stepped out of 
them, trying to retain whatever dignity and composure was possible under the 
horrifying circumstances. Spyder kicked the garment away, as the group 
laughed and cheered. 

"Now walk around and let 'em get a good eyeful of what your pussy looks 
like," the leader said. 

The young wife felt a pang of anger charge through her, a deep resentment of 
the loathsome torture the hulking, sadistic outlaw was forcing upon her. 
Seeing her reaction, Spyder suddenly slapped her face, making Lori reel back 
in utter terror. 

"Do as I say, bitch, and don't give me no looks!" 

Rina jumped up in protest. 

"Don't do that Spyder!" she cried, running to him. But Spyder pushed her 
roughly to the floor, irritated at her interruption. 

"Let me handle this cunt, and don't bug me!" 

"Rina!" Lori cried out, moving to help the fallen girl. 

"No!" Rina shouted fiercely. "I'm all right. Do what he said! Please!" 

Defiantly, Lori gathered all her courage and turned to the mob of drunken 
outlaws. Fighting back a raging fear she began to walk around the room, 
fully naked, for the debauched pleasure of the cyclists, and they responded 
like crazed animals. 

"Not bad, baby!" 

"Sweetheart, I'm gonna stick my prick right up into that tight little cunt 
of yours soon!" 

"Strut your stuff, honey, strut your stuff!" 

Curiously, as she walked, the young wife began to find a certain strength 
penetrate her shame, as if through her terrible ordeal she had discovered a 
reserve of courage she hadn't known existed. Despite the unspeakable 
humiliation of Spyder's revenge, a new aspect of her character was slowly 
finding its way to consciousness. Suddenly charged with new strength, Lori 
stood erect and pushed her fleshy, ripely jiggling breasts out in defiance, 
less afraid than before and determined to survive this terrible punishment 
as best she could. As she walked, random hands reached out and grabbed every 
part of her body; one particularly drunken outlaw poured wine down the front 
of her, bringing an enormous, vulgar laugh from the hot aroused crowd. The 
cool red liquid ran down her sloping breasts and made little trickles all 
the way down the insides of her legs. Yet, despite this, she found she could 
continue bravely on. She glanced with cool contempt at the grinning, 
taunting women in the room. 

They think I'm less of a woman than they are, she thought, hut I'll show 
them I'm not! I'll show them! 

She began to relax her body and walk with a more sensuous, provocative gait; 
her lush hips swung from side to side; her head was held high and her brown 
eyes glistened with new courage. The crowd noticed the change at once and 
began to lewdly encourage her, like a stripper in a burlesque show. As they 
urged her on with obscene ravings, Lori realized that she was actually 
beginning to ENJOY IT! SHE WAS WINNING THEIR APPROVAL, AND IT FILLED HER 
WITH A SENSE OF TRIUMPH! Just as she had found the glimmerings of a 
new-found excitement with Spyder, and more so with her passionate encounter 
with Rina, now, nakedly exposed to the vicious motorcycle outlaw gang, she 
discovered that the rising tides of forbidden, throbbing passion began to 
ripple through her rapidly awakening sensitivities. 

At that moment she came face to face with Spyder. His face was twisted in a 
cruel, perverted smile. 

"Okay, bitch... the time has come! Lay back on the floor." 

The Studs gave out with a mighty roar of glee at his words, and Lori knew 
the dreaded moment was finally here. Her breath came faster and faster as 
she obediently lay back on the dirty floor in the center of the shack. She 
remembered the words of advice that Rina had whispered to her only moments 
before the Studs had arrived. 

"Whatever you do," the teenager said, "don't resist it.... if you do it'll 
hurt awful. . . just relax and surrender..." 

The lawyer's wife closed her eyes and tried to calm herself. As she did, 
both the men and women in the room began throwing off their own clothes, 
amid much noise and laughter. The men, without exception, remained in 
then-cutoff jackets, the symbol of their identity. Opening her eyes, Lori 
gasped as she saw the shack full of naked outlaws and their women, all 
massaging their genitals in feverish abandon. 

The eyes of the men were riveted to the white, creamy body of the voluptuous 
young woman who was the target of their revenge. Some of them had their 
"mama's" sucking on their elongated penises to arouse them even further. 

Two of the younger girls had gotten some leather thongs and proceeded to tie 
them to Lori's wrists and ankles. Spyder and another outlaw then pulled her 
legs roughly apart by the ankles, fully exposing the nakedly quivering flesh 
of her vaginal slit. Then the thongs were tied to nails in the floor. The 
same procedure was used to lash her wrists so that her body was 
spread-eagled like a goddess being sacrificed on the altar of some ancient, 
barbarian deity. The leather thongs were tied so tightly that Lori knew that 
any struggle was out of the question. She could only submit. Gritting her 
teeth she waited for the strange ritual to begin. The smell of beer, wine, 
and human bodies filled her nostrils like a sharp, pungent perfume. Yet it 
seemed to relax her, as she lay in her obscene position. She fought 
desperately to keep back the terror that rose like black bile in her throat. 

Spyder, stripped except for his jacket, stood in front of her leering down 
crudely, and the other men lined up hungrily behind him; they were wildly 
aroused now, and their impatiently throbbing cocks strained for the release 
they knew was coming. Lori shuddered when she saw the massive size of some 
of their genitals, easily equaling Spyder's gargantuan penis. Another 
shudder of alarm ran through her, fearful that she would be torn apart by 
their long thicknesses. 

God help me, she whispered inwardly, please GOD HELP ME! 

Then, in a sudden move, Spyder was on top of her and, without warning, 
plunged his massively jerking cock deep into her tightly cringing pussy. The 
brutal force of it pushed her naked young body back onto the floor with a 
sudden jerk. Her wrists and ankles burned with pain, and her painfully 
stretched vaginal sheath felt as if it was on fire. 

"NNNNNNNOOOOOO!" she cried out in protest and pain. But the jeers and 
laughter once again drowned her wails. Spyder swung his hips forward 
cruelly, burying his long, bloated shaft so hard and deep that the agonized 
young wife thought it was going to come out her throat. He pulled back and 
plunged in again, then repeating the stroke brutally again and again 
increasing his tempo, faster and faster. He kissed her harshly on the mouth, 
forcing his wet tongue deeply into her mouth as he fucked her with rough, 
mean strokes that caused her cuntal passage to grow boiling hot from the 
merciless battering. 

He bent his head and sucked fiercely on her soft, fleshy breasts, making her 
nipples harden and begin tingling with a fiery unwanted pleasure. 

"No .... OH NO!" she groaned helplessly, as the outlaw leader fucked his 
slave-captive with the fury of a hurricane...and the rest of the groaning 
members of the motorcycle gang waited nakedly in line for their turn. 

Bill slowed the car as he approached the last road along Bemis Drive. A 
crude sign read Murray Road. Swinging the Oldsmobile onto the dirt road he 
pulled off to the side. The road was too narrow and overgrown to drive, and 
Bill realized he would have to walk. He got out of the car and locked it 
carefully, then looked around to get his bearings. 

Glancing up the road he could see many tire tracks, but he knew no 
automobile could have driven through. On closer inspection they looked more 
like motorcycle tracks, as if a whole gang of cycles had recently come up 
the road. There BUI froze as a realization came to him. 

The Satan's Studs! 

The name of the outlaw gang flashed again into his head with the force of an 
explosion. Somehow he instinctively knew at that moment that Lori's rape and 
kidnapping had something to do with the filthy outlaw gang. Angrily he 
clenched his fist, his mouth tightened. If those bastards have done anything 
to Lori so help me .... I'll kill them! 

Flushed with rage, he walked up the dusty road glancing carefully about him 
to make sure he wasn't being watched. Yet, hidden in the trees, Spyder's 
sentry grinned slyly and quickly disappeared as he took the short-cut 
through the woods to the shack. 

Spyder grunted and heaved his massive, muscular frame as he wildly drove his 
long hard cock into his beautiful tightly-lashed prize. He had been so 
aroused by the time he had sunk his thick, lust-swollen spear into her 
fleshy cunt that he was already near climax. Crazed with passion he rammed 
into her furiously, sadistically bruising the anguished young woman's 
vaginal sheath. 

Lori lay helpless and panting beneath the sweating gang leader, her loins 
quivering from the fiery shocks he inflicted on her. The cyclist fucked the 
tightly bound young wife with the force of a red-hot jackhammer as his body 
grew tense and feverish with imminent climax. His sperm-bloated balls began 
to inflate with hot boiling cum as the thick semen rushed forward like a 
violent surging river. 

"UUUUUNNNNNNNGGGGGHHHHHH!" he groaned, and suddenly arched his muscular back 
like a panther in heat. He began to buck and jerk as he threw back his head 
and cried out fiercely. 

"I'M CUUUMMMIHINNNNNGGGGGGGGGGG! UNNNGGGHHHH! AAAGGGGH!!" 

Lori felt his thick hot cum gush into her bruised cuntal walls in an endless 
stream. The raging fluid seemed to fill her brutalized vaginal sheath and 
ease the harsh pain from being taken so violently. The warm male liquid 
filled her like a healing balm, and began to relieve her torture. With a 
final groan, Spyder heaved the last of his scalding cum into her, and then 
pulled his softening cock away out of her trembling semen-drenched pussy as 
the Studs roared approval. 

But just as the lawyer's wife began to relax and get her breath, another 
grinning, dirty cyclist lurched over her, panting with lust. 

"Hey baby, welcome to the club," he mumbled drunkenly. Then he sprawled on 
top of her and crudely buried his pulsing, inflated cock deep into Lori's 
creamy, fearfully cringing pussy. He began to fuck her with long, plunging 
strokes, covering her face and breast with slobbering kisses. The suddeness 
of this second hulking outlaw's intrusion sent Lori's brain swirling in 
confusion. It was happening too fast! The terror mounted and her body began 
to strain and pull away in fear! 

Oh I can't, her reeling brain cried out, I can't! I'M AFRAID! I'M AFRAID!! 

Her tormentor fucked her relentlessly, his mammoth, eager tool working like 
the piston of a train, while his bloated, hairy balls slapped wetly against 
her anal crack. The young wife's vaginal walls were screaming for relief, 
and she twisted and writhed against her leather restraints! But there was no 
way she could fight it! 

Rina is right! Rina is right! I've got to surrender! 

Glancing to her right, she caught sight of the sensuous blonde teenager who 
was now lying completely naked on the cot while Spyder licked her wetly 
glistening vaginal cleft. Their eyes met and Rina smiled at her warmly, with 
sweet encouragement. At the sight of her innocent young face, Lori regained 
her rapidly diminishing sense of strength and slowly began to allow her body 
to submit fully to the obscene and cruel punishment she had to endure. At 
that moment, the outlaw who was fucking her began to reach a crashing sudden 
orgasm. 

"AAAAAAHHHHHHH!" he shrieked like a madman, his eyes bulging wildy, 
"AAAAANNNNNGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH!" 

The second surging rush of sticky fluid spread through Lori's loins like a 
warm, blazing light. 

She could scarcely believe what was happening to her! Her cuntal canal, 
shuddering in complete surrender suddenly began to bloom with wonderful 
surges of pleasure. Gush after gush of cum rolled into her like warm ocean 
waves and made all the pain ebb away as if by magic. The strange new feeling 
took hold of her unexpectedly like a billowing flame, and she groaned from 
deep, deep inside of her. In that moment all of the tension and fear that 
had built up like a stone wall for years were suddenly broken through with 
the shattering force of a wrecking ball. It was hard to believe but it was 
true! IT WAS TRUE!! 

"OOOOOOHHHHHH!!" she cried in relief "OOOOOHHHHHHH!!" 

Completing his orgasm, the second Stud withdrew quickly and laughed like a 
madman as he stumbled away. Someone came up and spilled more wine on the 
splayed wife's warm, nakedly glistening body as the Studs jeered and 
shouted. But to Lori it was like a cooling wind that only heightened her 
extraordinary sense of release. The young outlaw with the earring scrambled 
to position above her and rammed his powerfully pulsing penis deep into 
Lori's cum-drenched pussy. 

"I'm gonna fuck you baby," he hissed. "I'm gonna FUCK the living daylights 
out of you!" 

"Yes!" Lori groaned aloud as a great, rippling exaltation engulfed her. 

"Yes...YES...YYYEEEESSSSSSS! FUCK ME! FUUUUUCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKK MMMMMMEEEEEEEE 
GGOOODDDDDD!!!!" 

CHAPTER EIGHT 

The brutal heat of the afternoon sun beat down mercilessly as Bill Taylor 
trudged wearily up the dusty narrow road that was now no more than a trail. 
He had long since taken off his jacket and left it by the side of the road; 
his shirt was open to the waist and he was hot and dusty. There was no 
visible dwelling anywhere along the road thus far as he continued to follow 
the tire tracks. Finally, after walking nearly two miles uphill, he glimpsed 
a dilapidated shack surrounded by gleaming motorcycles, and he knew his 
destination had been reached. 

As he carefully approached the lonely cabin, there seemed to be no sign of 
life, but as he got closer he could hear male and female voices shouting and 
laughing. The young lawyer stopped for a moment to think. He knew he was now 
at the headquarters of one of the most feared outlaw gangs on the West 
Coast. His chances of rescuing Lori without a fierce struggle seemed 
impossible, and he wondered if he would be up to it. His lucrative job as a 
corporate lawyer had taken it's toll on him physically, and he was not even 
remotely near the good lighting condition as he was when he was in the Army 
or in college, where he held title to top lightweight boxer. He felt 
unusually winded from just the steep climb. 

Christ, I'm letting myself go out of shape like all those guys I see in the 
office, he thought to himself, ruefully, just like Carey...overweight and 
old before his time. Soft! 

He remembered the times Lori had implored him to quit the giant law complex 
and open his own office so that they would have more time together. Up until 
now he had resisted the idea, but the sudden thought of himself as a sad and 
aging lawyer brought him up short. 

Maybe she's right, he thought, maybe that's exactly what I should do. Oh 
God, help me find the strength to get her back safely, that's all I ask. 

With steely determination the young attorney turned his attention back to 
the cabin in the distance. 

His old army training came instinctively into play as he quickly surveyed 
the area for the best approach. His eyes focused on the one window of the 
shack, half open for ventilation, and it became his first objective. 
Crouching low, and moving like an Indian hunter, he circled the outlaw 
headquarters hidden by the undergrowth and trees. He moved stealthily 
towards the open window, being careful not to make any noise that might give 
his presence away. Reaching the cabin he edged towards the window and 
carefully peered inside. The sight revealed to him ripped his mind like a 
volley of rifle shots. There was a wantonly writhing young woman lashed to 
the floor and being fucked with grunting violence by a heavy-set outlaw with 
a beard. 

That's Lori, he realized with a violent shock, my god, that's Lori! 

His beautiful young wife lay panting and helpless under the big cyclist; her 
rich, lustrous dark brown hair spilled on the floor in tangled disarray, her 
eyes were shining with wild, blazing excitement, arid he could hear her 
moaning lewd encouragement and crying out in maddened ecstasy as she swung 
her head from side to side like a madwoman. Her nakedly gleaming body, 
twisting sensuously beneath the brutal fucking, rose and fell like a 
restless tide to meet each brutal thrust of the motorcyclist's 
lust-thickened cock. Yet despite the boiling outrage he experienced at 
seeing his young wife being ravaged, he was completely riveted by the 
staggeringly new appearance of his formerly-innocent spouse. She was 
provocative and ravishing in a way that was unlike anything he had ever seen 
before. It was as if a totally new and erotic part of her had suddenly come 
to life! Hypnotized, Bill couldn't take his eyes off of the incredible 
sight! He heard a voice rising over the drunken din made by the lurid gang. 

"It's my turn now," one of the outlaws was shouting. 

"Yeah, Eddie, you been saving up ain't you!" 

The spellbound astonished lawyer saw a young man stripping quickly, as if he 
had only recently entered the cabin; the outlaw's huge, fleshy cock was 
quiveringly erect, and his eyes bulged hungrily at the bound and groaning 
young wife. 

"Hurry up, man, before I cum!" he roared to the burly cyclist who was 
plunging his lust-crazed penis like a bucking, stallion into Lori's drenched 
and wetly clasping pussy. 

"I ain't ready!" he screamed back at the eager newcomer. "Keep your shirt 
on!" 

"I can't, you bastard, I've had a hard-on ever since I saw that fucking 
lawyer get here!" 

Bill froze. They knew he was here! Yet apparently they were too caught up in 
the systematic rape of his wife to do anything. A wave of boiling anger 
shook his body and he clenched his fist tightly, vowing revenge. HE COULD 
KILL THOSE BASTARDS FOR WHAT THEY WERE DOING TO HIS LORI! 

The outlaw named Eddie rushed towards the madly screwing pair, feverish with 
demonic passion. 

"I don't have to wait," he cried. "She can take the both of us!" 

A raucous cheer rose from the drunken, sprawling crowd as the outlaw quickly 
straddled his legs over Lori's head and shoulders. 

"Open your mouth, cunt, and suck my prick!" 

Paralyzed with rage, Bill watched with shocked eyes as the cyclist knelt to 
position his nearly-bursting cock at the entrance to Lori's wet mouth! 

"YEEEESSSS!" the lawyer suddenly heard her cry out. "SHOVE YOUR PRICK IN MY 
MOUTH! I WANT IT! I WANT IT! FUCK ME!! ALL OF YOU FUCK ME GOOOODDD!" 

Bill reeled back against the wall of the cabin, just as the leering young 
man buried his massively pulsing cock into Lori's wide-open eager mouth. 

My God, what's happened to her! 

His mind spun in disbelief. His wife actually was enjoying what was 
happening, she enjoyed being fucked brutally like that! She had always been 
so prudish and resistant, but now...now it seemed she had swung totally in 
the other direction and had surrendered completely to the outlaw's savagery. 
Before he knew what was happening his own long, thick penis suddenly began 
to throb excitedly, pounding against the tight material of his trousers in 
lewd response to the staggering revelation. It was beyond belief, yet, HE 
TOO WAS EXCITED BY IT! HIS BODY WAS ELECTRIFIED FROM HEAD TO FOOT! HIS BRAIN 
REELED IN CONFUSION! 

"So, we meet again, Taylor!" 

Bill was jolted back to reality and turning he found himself facing the 
snarling, cruel face of the leader of the outlaw pack. 

"We were wondering when you'd come. We been keeping your wife company while 
you were away!" Spyder laughed uproariously, gloating in the success of his 
long-planned revenge. 

The young attorney was suddenly seized by a tidal wave of anger and he 
lunged towards the cyclist. The two men grappled wildly, fists flying in 
raging confrontation. Bill caught the outlaw with a hard right to the jaw 
that sent the hulking man spinning; quickly Bill sprang towards him, but 
this time Spyder countered with an iron-blow to the lawyer's stomach that 
knocked the wind out of him, stunning him just enough to allow the cyclist 
to grab Bill's right arm and twist it cruelly behind his back, rendering him 
completely helpless. He cried out as a violent pain shot through his arm and 
shoulder. 

"Now, you bastard," Spyder hissed darkly, "you're going to find out who 
you're dealing with. You sent my buddy to jail on a bum rap, you and the 
rest of those sons-of-bitches you work for! Now you're going to get a taste 
of how we deal with guys like you! You're with the Studs now! And you live 
by our rules!" 

With a sudden twist of the arm for emphasis, Spyder shoved Bill toward the 
door of the cabin. They burst through just as the two outlaws who were in 
the midst of screwing his wife reached their climax. 

"UUUUUNGGGHH," the burly one screeched wildly, "I'M CUUUMIIIUUMMIINNGG!" 

'TAKE IT ALL THE WAY BITCH," Eddie was groaning as he felt his scalding jism 
gushing up from his inflated, lust-bloated balls, "UUUUUNNGGGHHH! SHIT! OH 
SHIT!!" 

Lori writhed and mewled as she gulped down the thick rushing male essence as 
if it was ambrosia; her lips were tightly compressed in a wet ring around 
the outlaw's heaving, spurting penis as she milked him dry. 

Despite the frantic activity Lori had not yet reached full orgasm, for each 
time she felt her vaginal walls begin to quake and undulate as if to release 
her own fluids, her assailants would climax and withdraw quickly; it was 
maddening, but she didn't care! She was riding on a turbulent ocean of 
passion that grew more incredible with each quick, explosive fuck; she was 
at a fever pitch of excitement now, and she reveled lewdly in it! She was 
like a time bomb ready to explode with staggering force. As both men's 
penis' began to deflate, she was still suspended on an incredible vortex of 
ecstasy, still waiting for the final earthquake to tear her apart with a 
crescendo of sensation. As the cyclists withdrew, she heard a silence fall 
over the room, and she opened her eyes, still submerged in a thrall of 
quivering passion! Then her eyes widened and she gasped as she saw her 
husband in the doorway held fast by Spyder; Bill was staring at her, 
disbelief and confusion blazing from his eyes! 

"Bill..." she groaned in a hazy, passion-ridden voice. "Oh, Bill...." Tears 
of anguish welled up from deep inside her. 

All eyes in the room were on the handsome attorney now. The motorcycle gang 
knew that the man before them was responsible for Sal's unjust jailing and 
waves of hate and contempt poured out towards him. Sensing it, Bill fought 
back his own hatred and disgust with a massive effort of will. He was in 
their territory now and knew it! Any false move might be fatal for both he 
and Lori! 

"This is Bill Taylor," Spyder told the grimly-staring crowd. "This is the 
man we've been waiting for." 

The shabby room was suddenly filled with catcalls and jeering. 

"Let me knock that bastard's head off," someone called angrily. 

"Yeah, let's give it to him!" 

"Hold your horses," Spyder spat back, "and let me handle this!" 

He shoved the attorney forward, then slammed the door and locked it. Bill 
quickly moved to his wife and knelt beside her. 

"Oh, honey, are you all right?" he whispered anxiously. 

"I'm fine, darling, believe me...it's all right. . . despite everything...." 
she replied quickly, wishing she could break free from her leather 
restraints and embrace her husband. 

"I'll never leave you like that again," he swore. "Never!" 

Spyder strode across the room and yanked the lawyer roughly away from his 
ravished wife. 

"Now Taylor, listen to me and listen hard. All of you listen," the powerful 
outlaw commanded. "Four months ago Sal was convicted and sent up on a bum 
rap!" he turned his cold, dark eyes to the attorney. "Sal didn't murder that 
creep, it was self-defense! That producer was a fag that wanted one of the 
Studs for his own sick purposes! But the word was out to send the dirty 
outlaw to jail and cover up the scandal! BECAUSE YOU AND YOUR FRIENDS KNEW 
NOBODY WOULD BELIEVE US! YOU CONDEMN US BECAUSE WE'RE DIFFERENT! YOU THINK 
YOU CAN GET AWAY WITH ANYTHING BECAUSE THE PUBLIC WANTS TO BELIEVE WE'RE 
MURDERERS!" The gang leader's voice became steady and even. "But that ain't 
the way we do things! We live the way we want, and if somebody crosses us 
they get it in the neck! But only if we're crossed! You think we got no 
sense of justice because we're different, because we don't give a shit about 
the things all the rest of those uptight "straights" break their asses to 
get! Okay man, live and let live! But don't make patsy's out of us, 'cause 
if you do we'll give back exactly what we get!" 

"But why take your revenge on my wife and me?" Bill shot back angrily. 

"Don't worry man, every one of those bastards is gonna get it from us when 
the time comes. You're the first because you're the one who should have 
known what was happening! You're not dumb Taylor! You know the score, but 
you kept quiet when they put the screws on Sal! So you get it first!" 

Bill gritted his teeth as he took in the cyclist's bitter words. Deep inside 
he knew there was some truth to what he was saying. He hadn't been able to 
admit it before, but now all his misgivings about the direction his career 
was taking and the shady deals he had been forced to participate in, rose 
vividly in his mind. He was still repelled by the crude, self-indulgent 
life-style of this filthy motorcyclists, yet they had, either by design or 
accident, forced him to confront cruelly the unresolved problems of his 
life. 

"What happens now?" he asked quietly. 

"You're going to become one of us, man," the outlaw said a sly, twisted 
smile crossing his face. "You're gonna be a Stud and do things our way. 
Let's see if you can measure up to our standards! Let's see if you can fuck 
your wife in front of all of us! PROVE YOURSELF, BASTARD!" 

At his words, Bill and Lori turned to each other. Both instinctively knew 
they were going to have to face a cruel test, a test on which their marriage 
and entire way of life was at stake! This was the culmination of the 
cyclists' warped sense of justice and revenge! Lori smiled at her husband 
with warm encouragement, to ease his anxiety. Bill smiled back too, and in 
that moment it seemed that they had made the deepest, most loving contact of 
their lives. In response the young lawyer's body grew strong, and a calm 
strength filled him. He would face their test, face it squarely and prove 
his manhood to these crude, degenerate outsiders! He turned to Spyder with a 
direct and penetrating stare! 

"All right, I'm ready," he said evenly. 

Spyder stared back at him. Maybe this "straight" is more of a man than I 
thought, he mused...Well, we'll see. We'll see. He motioned to two of the 
"mama's." 

"Take off his clothes and get him hot, girls," he commanded. "Show him what 
a real Mama can do for a man." 

From her lashed position on the floor, Lori watched hypnotically as the two 
chosen girls began to strip her waiting husband. The crowd of outlaws began 
a barrage of vulgar catcalls as one girl slowly removed his shirt and the 
other began blowing air in the lawyer's ear and ran her hands provocatively 
through his hair. A pang of jealousy surged into Lori's brain as they ran 
their hands over his now-nude upper torso and kissed him lewdly. Within a 
few moments they had him completely naked and Lori let her eyes rove 
lovingly over her husband's slim, tightly-muscled body. His deeply tanned 
skin, bright blond hair and blue eyes made her stir with a sudden rush of 
desire. He had never looked so ruggedly handsome to her before, so masculine 
and desirable; despite the grotesque situation, her body yearned with 
aching, rushing passion to be with him again. Her loins, still boiling hot 
with a incompleted orgasm, began to throb with eager anticipation. All 
vestiges of resentment and turmoil began to ebb away, and her eyes were 
glued to the strange, compelling sight of the two crude girls kissing and 
stroking every part of Bill's naked adonis-like body. She could see his 
lengthy, muscular penis grow rigidly erect as one of the girls knelt 
obscenely before him and took his potent, bloated tool in her mouth and 
sucked on it with shameless hunger. The other girl licked him with her wet, 
lewdly extended tongue up and down his tall slender body. 

Bill grew warm and flush as the mamas slavered hotly over his body. His 
hotly aroused cock burned with lust from the expert sucking, and ripples of 
randy sensuality ran through him as the other girl's tongue slid wetly over 
him. A long-haired outlaw suddenly rushed up to him, forced his mouth open 
roughly before he could protest, and poured cheap red wine down his throat, 
making him gag and sputter. The crowd roared drunkenly, and a second and 
third draft of the wine was poured down the lawyer's throat. Bill's brain 
began to reel from it, and new warmth flushed through his brain, exciting 
him. Boldly, he took the bottle from the outlaw and drank deeply, as the 
surprised crowd shrieked their approval. Another cyclist lurched forward and 
spat in Bill's face, but the strong young lawyer wiped the spittle from his 
eyes in cool defiance. 

"Let's get the broad excited too," Spyder cried, and at his words a cyclist 
sprawled quickly between her legs and buried his face in Lori's creaming, 
feverishly pulsing pussy, while two others eagerly sucked her wetly gleaming 
breasts like savages. 

"Okay man, let's see what you can do," Spyder snarled. With a ritual-like 
attitude, he removed his treasured denim cut-off jacket. "Welcome to the 
Studs, Taylor! Here's your temporary uniform." 

The two girls moved away from the aroused, intoxicated lawyer as Spyder 
roughly shoved the greasy jacket at him. 

"Put it on." 

Throwing down the wine bottle, Bill took the ragged garment, and slipped in 
it to the tumultuous shouting from the slobbering, violent crowd. Then, 
Spyder grabbed his arm and shoved him towards his mauled and ravished wife 
as the three lust-soddened outlaws crawled dizzily away from Lori's 
deliriously throbbing body. 

An ocean of boiling sexuality consumed her now and through eyes dimmed by 
perspiration dripping from her fevered brow she saw her handsome husband 
towering over her in Spyder's jacket. At first she recoiled in fear, as she 
realized the moment of truth had arrived, but the sight of her beloved Bill 
bravely accepting the outlaw's obscene demands quickly dispelled her terror. 
She gazed up at him lovingly, trying to transmit to him her tremendous 
admiration for him. I love you Bill, her mind shouted telepathically. I love 
you! 

Bill seemed to sense what she was trying to say, for as he stood before the 
expectant outlaw gang, a strange thing began to happen. A thin film settled 
over his eyes and he saw only Lori. . . not bound and brutalized, but 
radiantly lovely, her supple, voluptuous young body gleaming provocatively; 
her sparkling pinkish-white skin had never looked so sensual before. Not 
even Edy Randall could match the astonishing beauty he saw before him! His 
heart pounded with excitement and his long hard cock quivered impatiently. 
The gang now began to clap rhythmically as if from some ancient barbarian 
ceremony. The thundering, insistent noise they made matched the pulsing, 
throbbing passion that consumed him. Everything seemed to blur and fade into 
the background except the unbelievably exciting sight of the naked 
mahogany-haired woman, bound by leather thongs, spread-eagled and helpless 
beneath him. 

"GO ... GO ... GO...." the outlaws roared repeatedly. 

As if in a wild dream, he slowly lowered himself so that he was poised over 
the hotly quivering body of his wife. 

"Come to me, Bill," she murmured dacedly, "sink your big beautiful cock into 
me! I love you!" 

Bill was overwhelmed, for Lori had never spoken to him that way before. It 
redoubled his excitement, and his already bloated penis jerked lewdly. 

"I'm going to do it, baby," he found himself saying, transformed into an 
almost entirely new and powerful person. "I'm going to fuck you like you've 
never been fucked before and show those bastards that we're as good as they 
are!" 

"Do it," she cried. "Oh my darling do it, yes! YESSSS!" 

Positioning his thick, massively throbbing cock at the entrance to her 
eagerly quivering little pussy, he slowly eased into the slick, wet channel. 
The world seemed to go into slow motion as his blood-gorged rod slid 
excitedly through every moist, thrilling ridge of flesh in her cuntal 
tunnel. His bloated cockhead lunged against the burning nub of her cervix, 
and a volcanic tremor went through his body. He bent his head and kissed his 
beautiful wife with a deep and savage intensity, and to his great, delighted 
surprise she returned it with equal strength, plunging her tongue deeply 
into the fleshy cavern of his mouth. They were locked together in wild 
sexual embrace, surpassing anything they had ever remotely felt together 
before. 

"OOOOhh, Bill," Lori mewled in ecstasy, "OOOOHH!' 

To the pounding, rhythmic clapping and screaming of the Studs, Bill began to 
slowly fuck her with ease and total muscular control. His massive tool 
pulled out to the point where only his lust-swollen cockhead was enclosed by 
her moistly, warm pussy lips, then he plunged'in again until he base of his 
thick penis pressed against the moistly fluted flesh of her vaginal slit 
buried to the hilt inside her. Lori moaned aloud and pushed her hips upwards 
to give him complete and total access to her naked young body. She lewdly 
twisted and writhed beneath him, driving herself to even further heights of 
wildly pulsing desire. 

"You feel so good!" she mewled, "soooo goooddd!" 

Her torrid encouragement made him feel like a mighty warrior now; he became 
overwhelmed with a deep, electric potency that he had begun to really 
discover only the day before during his obscene orgies with Edy. Never in 
his wildest fantasies could he have anticipated that he would experience 
that stupendous driving sexuality with Lori! Yet it was happening! It was 
real! It took an incredible, ironic turn of fate to do it, he thought in a 
turbulent rush of revelation, yet there was no question that a fantastic 
transformation had taken place in both his wife and himself! He was elated! 
His body soared with its newfound dynamism, and he redoubled his mighty 
fucking, plunging his powerfully pounding cock in and out of Lori's torridly 
clasping, sucking little cunt like a man possessed! 

Spyder glanced incredulously at the scene, while his crude comrades clapped 
and roared their approval. He never thought that the lawyer would have the 
guts to survive his cruel test this well. But it now looked as if this 
"straight" was all man! Glancing aside he caught sight of his teenage 
girlfriend, who had retreated into the shadows in fear of what might happen 
to her new friend Lori and her husband. But she, too, was utterly delighted 
that the captured pair were fucking in triumph despite the overwhelming odds 
Spyder had placed in their way. The swarthy outlaw met Rina's eyes. He 
nodded at her, and smiled broadly. Rina returned his smile, her face radiant 
with happiness. She felt closer to her outlaw lover than she had ever 
before... without warning, a feeling ... of ... of love began to overwhelm 
her. It took her completely by surprise and her eyes filled with happy tears 
as she turned away to watch the madly fucking husband and wife. 

Tightly lashed to the floor, Lori was caught up now in a rising tide of 
rushing, erotically thrilling pleasure. Her long-delayed climax was now 
gathering slowly, but inexorably, in intensity for the final release. Her 
nakedly aroused body throbbed, her heart was pounding so wildly she thought 
it would explode; her pointed hotly-charged breasts heaved in the throes of 
passion and her limbs strained against their leather restraints. She closed 
her eyes, and let herself be carried away on a thundering sea of lust. 
Dazzling pinwheels of light exploded in technicolor bursts and her loins 
bubbled scaldingly as her cuntal flesh clutched wetly around Bill's hot, 
mightily plunging penis. 

'OOOOHHH...." she cried wildly, "UUUUNNNGGHH!" 

The outlaw gang was caught up completely in the triumphant screwing too: 
and, driven berserk by the lurid sight, they surrendered now to their own 
fiery passion. The room was swarming with naked bodies kissing and groping; 
several of the outlaws had mounted their eager, passionate mamas and began 
to fuck them with a violent intensity; everywhere cocks were plunging 
furiously in and out of hungrily clenching cunts, and gleaming buttocks were 
bouncing lewdly in the fading light of the afternoon sun that filtered 
through the window into the dilapidated shack. 

Rina ran excitedly to Spyder, and within a few moments the naked, 
broad-shouldered outlaw leader lifted his luscious teenage girlfriend so 
that he stood with her arms wrapped around his neck and her lithe young legs 
clamped in naked abandon around his waist. Skillfully the torrid nymphet 
lowered herself down so that her hotly eager pussy slid easily over the 
cyclist's pulsating shaft of hard muscle. Bending his knee slightly, Spyder 
began to fuck in and out of the young girl's wetly clasping pussy with the 
speed and intensity of a machine gun. Rina clutched him tightly, transported 
to sudden ecstatic heights by his upward-ramming, mammoth cock. Spyder's 
hard muscled buttocks rippled sinuously as he swung his pelvis roughly in 
their lewd upright fuck. 

"OOOOOHHH BAAABBYY!" he groaned, "YOU'RE REALLY SOMETHING!" 

"SO ARE YOU LOVER," Rina shrieked. "SO ARE YOU!" 

Completely oblivious to the frantic orgy that surrounded them, Bill and Lori 
were reaching the apex of their own tumultuous love making. Their bodies 
were moist with sweat and burning with a wildly impatient passion. Bill's 
groin was seized with a volcanic surge of lust as his huge, hairy balls, 
slapping wetly against Lori's little anal crack, began to churn in a 
steaming cauldron of cum! An ecstatic sensation began to flood his being, 
and his brain was seething with a fiery intoxication! Every muscle in his 
body was straining wildly for release. Then, abruptly he was there. 

"I'M CUUUUMMUUNNGG!" he cried. "OH BABY, OH LOVE, OH FUCK...FUCK ... I'M 
CUUMMIING!" 

Lori could scarcely hear him for she was transported now inwardly to 
staggering heights of passion. Her steaming vaginal walls were convulsing 
furiously as her female essence began to secrete in sparkling bursts as her 
husband's wetly plunging penis rammed in and out of her like a steel piston. 
Behind her closed eyes she seemed to see a tiny white star that came closer 
and closer as her climax mounted! Closer and closer the blazing light came 
flashing like a meteor now as her naked young body undulated and twisted in 
exploding climax! 

"I'M CUUMIINGG TOOOO!" she screamed, and suddenly the swirling white star 
burst into a million tiny pieces! She was there! With the shattering force 
of a breaking dam, waves of delirious joy washed through her body! 

"AARRHHH!" Bill cried out as he arched his body as if he had been touched by 
a high-voltage wire! At that moment the first jet of scalding cum spewed 
headlong out of his thick cockhead like lava from a volcano. Bucking his 
naked body furiously, his steaming jism rushed into the eagerly throbbing 
pussy of his groaning wife. 

The entire room seemed to shake with erotic pandemonium as each of the madly 
fucking couples reached orgasm in total accord with the young couple in the 
center of the room. Spyder pumped his hips furiously as he, too, reached the 
shattering apex of lust; holding him tightly, Rina nearly fainted from the 
force of her own ecstatic, boiling release. Groans and cries filled the air, 
bodies flailed nakedly in a torrent of unbridled lust. Minutes seemed like 
hours, as the thrashing couples fucked themselves to exhaustion with demonic 
sexuality. 

Finally, as Bill emptied the last of his steaming cum into his Lori's wetly 
twitching cunt, he withdrew slowly and lay next to her, weary but exhalted 
by his triumph. Lori lay with her eyes closed, savoring the slowly 
diminishing ecstasy, and deliriously happy from the galvanic union she had 
just had for the first time with her handsome husband. 

As each of the outlaws drained their passion, an exhausted silence settled 
over the room. For a long time no one spoke. Then, Spyder, who had gently 
placed his nubile girlfriend on the cot, turned to his naked gang, surveying 
the lewd scene with a cool and calculating eye. Then he saw Bill Taylor 
observing him silently from his position next to his wife. A slow smile 
crossed the outlaw's lips. 

"Well man," he said to the young lawyer, "you did it. I never thought you 
would, but you did. I hate to admit it, but you're all right." 

He extended his hand, and at first Bill was puzzled by the gesture. But then 
intuitively, he understood what was intended. Rising slowly he walking 
calmly to the powerful outlaw and as the crowded room looked on in awe, the 
two men from vastly different worlds shook hands in friendship. 

CHAPTER NINE 

It was nearly twilight and four people stood at the bottom of the long trail 
that led down from the Studs isolated shack. Spyder and Rina had decided to 
accompany the lawyer and his wife down to the car after they had recovered 
from the turbulent orgy. 

"You can relax now," Spyder was saying. "The Studs won't bother you no more. 
You proved yourself." 

"Thanks," Bill replied. 

An odd kinship had sprung up between the two couples; it was a strange 
meeting of minds, a meeting that had changed them all in many ways. 

"Look," Bill said, as he unlocked the car, "I'm going to do what I can to 
get Sal a new trial, even if I have to defend him myself. It's bothered me a 
long time that he was rail-roaded like that, but until now I really didn't 
know what to do about it." 

"Thanks, man," the outlaw leader said quietly. "And I'll have the boys lay 
off those other guys, at least until we make sure Sal gets a fair shake." 

"I'll make sure he will," the lawyer said affirmatively. 

"I'll miss you Lori," Rina said, as she hugged her friend tightly. 
"Maybe...maybe we can get together as friends someday." 

"Maybe so," Lori said warmly. "Everything seems possible now. We'll see each 
other again. 

I'm sure of it." 

"I hope you don't hold no grudges about what happened," Spyder said. 

"Well, it hasn't been easy," Bill replied, "but I think things are going to 
be fine now." He turned to his wife, who had borne the brunt of the violent 
weekend. "How do you feel, honey?" 

Lori smiled at her husband. 

"Very tired," she said, "but fine. I don't know why, but I feel as if 
everything that's happened has brought me closer to you, much closer. And 
that's all that matters." 

Bill took her in his arms and held her lovingly. 

"You're wonderful," he said, "just wonderful." 

"You, too," she whispered. 

"Hey," Spyder interjected, "we'd better get back to the shack before that 
bunch of slobs tear the place apart. Christ, they're so drunk there's no 
telling what might happen. C'mon Rina." 

"I'm right with you lover," the tousle-haired blonde said laughingly. 
"Goodbye, Lori. Goodbye, Bill." 

With her characteristic candor, she kissed them both quickly, then she and 
her outlaw boyfriend turned and walked quickly up the path and out of sight. 
Without a word Bill and Lori got into their Oldsmobile and drove towards 
their home in the city. 

Lori lay on the wide double-bed in their apartment dressed in her sheer, 
yellow nightgown. She felt refreshed and rested after a hot shower, and now 
she gazed around the familiar walls of her bedroom, happy to be home again; 
she could hear her husband singing happily in the shower, and her heart 
swelled with love for him. She lay back, and let her body sink into the 
softness of the bed. She was bone-weary from her exhausting stormy weekend, 
yet she knew that her cruel treatment by the outlaw gang had opened her up 
to a part of herself that had been dormant for years. Finally, Aunt 
Dorothy's negative influence over her was broken, she was sure of it. She 
remembered the way Bill looked, dressed in Spyder's jacket, so handsome, so 
rugged; and despite her exhaustion she felt an unexpected twinge of desire 
pass through her. 

"Oh Bill," she murmured quietly as she recalled the thrilling passion she 
had come to know only hours before, "we have so much ahead of us now. So 
much...." 

Closing her eyes, she soon fell into a deep, peaceful sleep. 

In the bathroom, just off the bedroom, Bill Taylor stepped out of the shower 
and dried himself languidly with a thick, luxurious towel. His mind, too, 
raced over the amazing events of the past forty-eight hours; vivid images 
rose in his brain of Edy Randall, screaming obscenities as she watched him 
fuck her from behind in her living room mirror; he remembered the heady, 
tingling experience with cocaine and vowed to himself to stay away from 
drugs of that nature for good. 

"I don't need that stuff to get me excited," he said to himself as he dried 
his tanned, muscular body, "I've got all the excitement I need in the next 
room." 

He recalled the way his wife had looked, lashed to the floor of the Studs' 
shack. She was so provocative, so ravishing, that the sight had made him 
forget momentarily the cruel rape being inflicted upon her. 

"Edy Randall's got nothing on her," he said aloud, "not a thing." 

He replaced the towel, and caught sight of himself in the mirror above the 
sink. He was startled to see that he had changed somehow...his features 
seemed stronger, more commanding than before, and he liked what he saw. 

No doubt about it, he thought, crazy as it seems this whole business has 
worked out for the best. 

Whistling happily, he opened the bathroom door, switched on the light, and 
went into the bedroom. A small bedlamp provided the only illumination, 
except for the bright, sensuous beams of moonlight that flooded the room, 
just as it had only two nights ago, Friday, when it all began. He saw Lori 
sleeping like a happy child; her shining, dark hair framed her delicate 
features in soft, curling tendrils. The languid curves of her body, so 
clearly outlined by the gossamer material of her nightie," had never looked 
so desirable to him. Something had been added now - an indefinable 
worldliness that was unmistakably there in her face and in the way she lay 
on the bed. She seemed to radiate sensuality and a promise of thrilling 
pleasure. As Bill nakedly walked across the carpeted floor of the room, his 
heart pounded with tender affection for his lovely, slumbering bride. Moving 
quietly around the bed he stood next to her in open admiration. 

"You're beautiful, baby," he whispered, "just beautiful." 

He remembered the extraordinary love making that had taken place between 
them under the leering eyes of the Studs, and as he did his thick, fleshy 
cock again began to throb and jerk in hunger. Lori looked so soft and 
desirable lying there that he was seized with the idea of waking her and 
fucking right now. But he knew she was deeply tired, and decided against it. 
Instead he quietly bent down and kissed her. But the touch of his lips 
against hers only increased his passion, and the fragrance of her lightly 
perfumed body that drifted up to his nose made him reel with erotic 
excitement. With great effort, he moved away from her and gazed out the 
window at the busy street below. 

As he turned away, his sleeping wife slowly opened her eyes. His warm kiss 
had reached to the very bottom of her mind and penetrated her slumber; now 
her eyelids fluttered up and in the soft light she could see her husband's 
naked body as he faced away. The soft light from the lamp fell on his 
well-muscled frame, and Lori gazed happily at his athletic, supple body. She 
yearned to have him hold her once again. 

"Bill," she called out quietly. 

Her young husband turned slowly and faced his wife. 

"I thought you were asleep." he said. 

"I was...but I'm awake now." 

Her eyes sparkled with moonlight, and Bill's hardened penis lurched 
throbbingly erect as he gazed into them. Lori shamelessly glanced down at 
his pulsing manhood, a Mona Lisa smile across her lips. 

"Why don't you come to bed," she said playfully, as she stretched languidly. 
"You must be tired." 

A sudden rush of elation coursed through the naked lawyer as he saw Lori 
slyly untie the little ribbon that kept the top of her nightie closed. She 
let the garment fall away so that her pointed, firmly rounded breasts were 
fully exposed and gleaming in the dim light. Bill moved slowly to the bed, 
scarcely believing the incredible good fortune he would now enjoy. His eyes 
drank in her silky, slender form as she rose up provocatively and slipped 
the thin garment from her shoulders, and then lay back again. She lifted her 
hand and cupped her resilient, golden breasts, squeezing them lightly. 

"Mmmmm..." she sighed. "It's such a lovely night." 

Bill climbed into bed next to her. 

"Oh honey," he whispered. "I want you so much ... I want to ... to ... " 

"Fuck me?" she asked with delightful innocence. "Do you really want to fuck 
me?" 

The young lawyer thought he would nearly explode with happiness. She was 
everything he could possibly want in a woman. 

"Yes," he replied, "I want to fuck you now, and tomorrow, and for the rest 
of my life. I want to bury my cock in your beautiful little cunt, and hold 
you, and kiss you!" 

"Then do it," she said her face radiant with happiness, "do it anytime, 
anyplace." 

She reached out her arms and they moved together in a warm, loving embrace. 
Their hands roved delightedly over each other's bodies, touching every part 
as if they had been separated for years. They kissed long and passionately, 
and Bill felt his need for her growing hotter by the minute. 

Then, without a word Lori slipped down and quickly took his heatedly 
throbbing cock in her wet mouth, sucking on it with the skill of an expert, 
driving him wild with waves of warm erotic pleasure. He lay back on the bed, 
experiencing an unimaginable delight as his ravishing wife eagerly licked 
and hungrily sucked his long hard penis. Her hands played sensuously over 
his body, and he let his hands tangle themselves in the satiny strands of 
her hair. He was in paradise as her warmly wet mouth created a gentle vacuum 
around the sensitive head of his cock. 

"Oh, Lori" he moaned happily, "that feels so wonderful! Sooo wonderful!!" 

Lori was deeply pleased that she could bring such delight to her husband, 
and grinning in happiness, she took his pulsating shaft deep into her wetly 
ovalled mouth, letting her lips graze longingly over every inch of the 
veined, and pulsing flesh. With one hand she kneaded the heavy sac of his 
testicles and was elated to hear him sighing in ecstasy. She moved her moist 
warm mouth up and down his massive pole pausing at the blood-gorged cockhead 
to tease it lightly with her teeth. 

"Oh, baby!" he moaned happily, "that feels so wonderful! Sooo good! 
Aaaahhhh," the young lawyer groaned luxuriously, as she teased his 
lust-swollen penis with her eager young mouth. 

Suddenly their rapidly-growing passion was interrupted by the jangling of a 
telephone. 

"Damn it," Bill snapped. "Who the hell is that!" 

Lori pulled away as Bill reached across the bed for the phone. "Hello?" 

"Bill? Its Ed Carey!" 

The attorney froze momentarily. He had forgotten all about the firm in the 
new passions he had discovered in the past two days. Now hearing Carey's 
voice was like a strange, unwanted intrusion. "What is it, Ed?" 

"What is it? I've been trying to reach you all afternoon; where the hell 
have you been?" 

Bill felt himself growing angry at his office superior, but held himself 
under control. 

"I had an unexpected personal matter to take care of," he said coldly. 

"Bill, Edy Randall has blown her stack. You shouldn't have left her like 
that! She's threatening to drop the firm and get other lawyers!" 

"Well, then let her," Bill said, sinking to Lori. 

"What?" Carey screamed. "What the hell's gotten into you? Are you nuts? 
She's the biggest client we've got!" 

"She's the biggest kook you've got! I couldn't stay with her, that's all! 
You'll just have to accept it!" 

"What?" his boss asked incredulously. 

"And, furthermore, I want the Satan's Studs case reopened. I'm convinced 
that guy was innocent!" 

Bill could hear Carey sputtering and fuming over the phone. 

"You've gone mad, Taylor! Completely mad!" 

"Maybe I have," he replied, gazing fondly at the luscious vision of his wife 
sensually curled up on the bed, "but that's just the way it is!" 

"I could have you fired for this, Bill!" 

"If that's what you want, then do it!" the young lawyer retorted with a 
strength and conviction that made Lori glow with adoration, "but if you do, 
that'll be the biggest mistake this firm ever made! Now I'm very busy at the 
moment and whatever you want to say or do will have to wait until tomorrow 
morning. Stay cool, Ed. See you then." 

He hung up the phone even before his boss could reply to his dramatic 
ultimatum. Bill turned to Lori, a wide grin on his face. 

"I may have blown my job," he said. 

"Well," Lori said thoughtfully, "if you do, then you can start your own 
practice. We'll make it ... I know we will. Bill, you've got to be your own 
man whether it's with Carey or on your own. But whatever decision you make, 
I know it'll be the right one. I trust you, darling." 

"You're wonderful!" Bill exclaimed and grabbed his nakedly voluptuous wife 
in his arms and kissed her passionately. 

"'Mmmmmmnn...." she mewled, swept away by his strong, lusty embrace. Bill 
gently guided her down and quickly positioned himself over her. His 
massively inflamed cock was hard as a rock and poised at the entrance to her 
cuntal sheath. 

"Now," he said slyly, "where were we?" 

"I'll give you three guesses," his delighted young wife replied. 

Bill laughed heartily, then slowly slipped his eagerly jerking penis into 
her moistly waiting vaginal entrance. Then he began to rock back and forth, 
each plunging stroke quickly drawing them into a strong, surging ocean of 
love. Lori pulled her slender legs up deftly, and pushed her pelvis upwards 
so that her warm wet vulva opened like a blossoming lotus to the sleek, 
lunging strokes of her husband's rigidly hot penis. 

"Oh, fuck me, darling," she sighed as a velvety cloud of softness enveloped 
her. "Fuck me!" 

She ran her hands over the rippling muscles of his back and shoulders, 
deliriously happy that she could give herself completely now to her young 
Greek-God of a husband. Life was full of promise now, the world had opened 
up for the both of them, and she could scarcely contain her happiness. As 
their passion mounted, bursts of tingling delight rushed to every part of 
her body; Lori felt warm and light as air, in love as never before. 

"Oh, this is fantastic!" Bill cried as his hot, yearning cock swung into her 
softly clasping warmth. His body moved with strength and precision, as each 
sinewy muscle bulged and undulated with the growing tide of passion. His 
loins began to vibrate with lust, and his blood raced hotly through his 
body. His bouncing, throbbing testicles became swollen and fiery as his 
thick, milky semen slowly gathered for the moment of release. As he 
increased his tempo, his body was racked with gusts of exaltation with the 
impending orgasm. 

"Oh, baby...." he groaned, gazing deeply into the dazzling pools of his 
wife's glittering brown eyes...I'm cumming...I'M CUUMMINNNGG! CUM WITH ME!" 

Lori was seized by a billowing ecstasy that rose like a flock of wild doves 
in flight towards the sky. Her moistly quivering cuntal walls undulated 
madly as Bill's dynamic cock transported her higher and higher with each 
electrifying stroke. 

"AAAAHHHHH...." she cried out, scarcely believing the enthralling happiness 
that consumed her. "OOOOHH GOOOODDD!" 

Bill's powerful pulsating penis suddenly shook with the force of an 
earthquake and he threw back his head emitting a long, roaring cry of 
delight; at that moment, his scalding cum burst through the tip of his 
swollen cockhead and filled her quaking vaginal sheath with a flood of 
heatedly thick, white sperm. 

Lori moaned with happiness as his hot male essence spread warmly into her 
loins and as her own churning fluid of release flowed from her cuntal flesh 
like radiant vapor. Their climax seemed to go on and on, sealing their newly 
awakened relationship with joy and hope. Finally, as the wondrous ecstatic 
ecstasy of their union began to ebb slowly away, they lay back on their bed, 
tenderly entwined in each other's arms. 

"Oh, my love," Bill murmured warmly, "we've really got something going for 
us now. It's the greatest." 

"Yes, darling," she replied sleepily, stretching like a well-fed cat in 
front of a fireplace. She settled into his arms and closed her eyes. And 
once, just before sleep came to her a few moments later, she thought with a 
strange sense of excitement about Rina and Spyder. If Bill was successful in 
reopening Sal's case, then the four of them would undoubtedly be thrown 
together again. She smiled, just once, and decided that she and Bill could 
throw a little dinner party . . .just for the four of them. 

It might be fun. 

It might be interesting. 

When she went to sleep, the wanton smile was etched on her face. 


THE END
