BSS-638  Sister's Husband
Penny Driscoll


Chapter 1

     "Man, I can see everything she's got!" Jim stared across his 
desk at the Granger State Bank.  The discreet sign on his desk 
read "James O. Carroll, Vice President."  From where he was 
sitting he could see directly up between little Ginnie Reordon's 
creamy white thighs.  She was a small girl, but built with an 
almost diabolical precision that insured a second look from any 
red-blooded male in her vicinity.  Jim found it hard to believe 
that the girl was only 17, she seemed so mature for her years ... 
not only physically but mentally.  He had heard that Ginnie 
cultivated people older than she, completely ignoring most of her 
classmates at Granger High.
     The young girl shifted languidly on the chair across from Jim 
Carroll's desk.  Her long legs separated just the slightest bit 
again, and Jim felt tiny beads of sweat break out on his forehead 
as the tight "vee" of her tight little rose-colored panties came 
into view.  His eyes and mind riveted to the spot, that tender 
portion of the young girl's being that she seemed to be offering 
to him with such nonchalance.  He could almost swear that a few 
reddish tendrils of hair were visible, peeking from the 
elasticized sides of Ginnie's panties, but Jim couldn't tell if it 
was just his imagination or not.  He cleared his throat and lifted 
his eyes up to the pert, innocent looking face, with its 
sprinkling of light freckles across Ginnie's upturned nose.  He 
used his best business tone, and his eyes did their best not to 
waver in the slightest from the young girl's frank, almost 
impertinent, gaze.
     "Now, Ginnie ... what is it that you want to discuss about 
your account this time?"
     "Well, they told me again that I'd have to see an officer 
about this ... you see I have this big check coming in ... for 
$25, and I'm not getting the money from my father until tomorrow 
because his paycheck came late this week ... and, you see, I was 
practically sure that I could deposit it in time ..."
     Jim's eyes swept over the tightly pulled wool sweater that 
hugged Ginnie's full, soft breasts, showing the round coin-shaped 
swellings of her nipples in disturbing detail.  He wondered how 
those two babies would feel in his hands.
     "This is the third time this month that you've done something 
like this, Ginnie ... I can't continue to make special rules for 
you ... after all ..."  Jim heard his own voice droning on and on, 
but he really wasn't thinking about what he was saying, his mind 
seemed fogged with a dull kind of longing, and once more he cast a 
glance between those lithe and lovely legs that Ginnie Reordon 
parted further still while he was speaking.
     "But it's for my little brother's birthday present ... I 
mean, that's what the check was for ... and if it bounces, I'm 
afraid that ..."
     "Well, Ginnie ... that's unfortunate, but if the check comes 
in I'm afraid we'll have to return it.  We've already paid on two 
other checks of yours, and the bank can't continue ..."
     "You said that already, Mr. Carroll," Ginnie said, sweetly 
smiling up at him.  She rose and moved closer to his desk.
     Jim made an imperceptible move backward in his rolling chair.  
Christ, what was she going to do now?  He looked frantically 
toward the door of his office and was glad to see it was closed.  
It wouldn't do to have any of the employees seeing this young girl 
getting so familiar.
     Ginnie's flowery perfume drifted across the desk to him, and 
Jim realized that she was moving around toward him just a few 
seconds too late.  Or had he really wanted to stop her? ... he was 
to wonder many months later.  Already the girl's neatly manicured 
fingernails were touching lightly at his face, her soft, pink lips 
approaching his face for a pouty kiss, her auburn hair falling 
across his eyes, as her tiny pointed tongue emerged from between 
her wetly parted lips.
     Jim thought of his wife, Kay ... Kay at home ... what was she 
doing now ... vacuuming the house? getting ready to make his 
dinner for that night?  He visualized his wife ... her back turned 
to him as she stirred something at the stove.  There was no 
neglect there ... she certainly took good care of his stomach ... 
but as for the rest ...  Already his big, semi-hardened penis was 
stirring ominously between his legs like some enormous sleeping 
monster, being awakened by a beautiful princess ... but the 
princess wasn't his wife Kay ...  It was little Ginnie Reordon!  
He could feel the blood racing through his veins, rushing down to 
his meaty member, filling it to hardness, making it jump alert as 
Ginnie's tongue swept wetly across his own startled mouth.  Was he 
really going to let her do this ... was he going to stop it or 
not?
     The young girl's softness was enveloping him, and beneath 
that softness there was a determination that Jim didn't have the 
strength or will to combat.  The electricity of her lips and 
tongue, swirling moistly in his mouth sent chills up and down his 
spine.  Awkwardly at firstfor he was tilted backward in his 
chair, and she was pressingher lips down upon hishe thrust his 
tongue back at her, slipping it into the hot cavern of her mouth 
as he quickly grasped her head from the back with one hand.  He 
ground his lips harshly against hers, regulating the pressure with 
his hand on her head, and felt a thrill of satisfaction as Ginnie 
gasped for breath and tried to control the kiss herself.  But Jim 
made sure that this was impossible.  This was what she'd wanted 
... and now this was what she was going to get.  There was only so 
much a man could take!  With his knee he pressed a button beneath 
his desk which locked the door to his office.  Perhaps he could 
have at least 5 minutes with her without being disturbed by some 
bank business or other.  He had a mortgage closing at 2:30, but it 
was only 2:00 now ... plenty of time.
     Jim's hands closed around Ginnie's small waist, he pulled her 
between his legs and crushed her willing little body down toward 
him without breaking the force of the kiss.  He marveled at the 
idea of what he was doing ... it was the first time really in the 
two years he'd been married to Kay ... The thought of his wife 
sent a small pang of guilt through him as he reveled in the 
luxurious feel of Ginnie's gently rounded breasts pressing against 
his chest.  God she felt good! And her mouth tasted ripe and sweet 
as raspberries!  His head whirled as he felt her slipping down to 
her knees between his legs, her upper thighs and then her soft 
little belly passing over the big, rock-hard mass of his penis 
where it throbbed in heightened anticipation of what might happen 
next.
     "Damn it to hell!" he thought, "It's Kay's own fault anyway 
... a man has to have some sex ... a man can't go on forever ..."  
But his thoughts drifted away as he was caught up in the hasty 
excitement of the moment.  Behind his desk, Jim bent toward 
Ginnie, his lips leaving her mouth to trail wetly to her neck.  He 
heard her giggling like a teenager, like the teenager she was, and 
the sound of it was oddly exciting to him.  His hands rose slowly 
from her waist, taking in the area of her rib cage.  She was 
breathing hard, and squirming within the circle of his hands and 
arms.  He could almost taste those bird-like breasts before he 
touched them, and he discovered that his saliva had accumulated in 
his mouth as he slid his thumbs upward, pressing them against the 
thick protruding nipples, feeling them push inward, and spring to 
hardness beneath his touch.
     "Hoooo ... oooooh!" Ginnie closed her eyes and let her head 
loll backward as Jim began to manipulate the softly jiggling 
mounds of her willingly offered breasts.  Her eyes were mere slits 
of passion as she moved her chest back and forth in lewd 
encouragement as Jim's hands roved hungrily over the voluptuous 
swellings of her breasts.  His hands slid down once more and, 
hurriedly, he slipped them under the material of Ginnie's sweater 
... the creamy masses of naked flesh fell into his hands beneath 
her clothing, warm and smooth and tender.  He clasped them 
excitedly in his two hands, kneading the twin buttons of her 
nipples together and bringing low moans of delight to the 
teenager's lips.  His own face was a mask of longing as he was 
enjoying the sensation coursing through him, enjoying the sensuous 
feel of her naked young flesh.  His lips tense and drawn, he said 
to her, "Tell me what you want ... what do you want, Ginnie?"
     "I ... Ooooh ... Mr. Carroll ...!" Ginnie writhed slowly 
between Jim's scissoring legs, swaying back and forth on her knees 
as Jim applied steady pressure to her breasts that made her feel 
tingly all over with excitement.
     "I ... I ... want to be friends!"
     "Friends!" Jim spat out, outraged at the word in the young 
girl's mouth.  His mind snapped back to the night that he'd 
listened to the word on his wife's lips ... their wedding night 
... practically the last time he'd touched her ... really touched 
her!  Since then, their lovemaking had been confined to occasional 
quick hops atop her ... when she would allow that!
     He thought back ... back to his wedding night ...

*    *    *

     "I ... I want you to treat me like ... like a friend, Jim ... 
not like some ... some cheap little whore that you picked up!" Kay 
Carroll lay naked and trembling beneath the sheet of their marital 
bed.  Tears streamed down her face, and Jim shook with anger as he 
listened to her and watched her solemn face.  It was certainly a 
far cry from what he had expected his wedding night to be!  
Perhaps he had been a little rough ... but Christ, she'd been 
lying there in the flimsy nglige and he'd come into the room 
from the bathroom and seen the naked hair-lined split between her 
legs right through the transparent material.  He had to do 
something fast before the heavenly vision of her disappeared.  So 
... he hadn't waited or led up to it with a lot of foreplay like 
all those sex magazine and articles were always talking about ... 
Christ!  He'd been waiting for her for so long that he just 
couldn't take the strain of seeing her almost too perfect body 
lying there just waiting for him to make love to it!  The idea 
that she was legally his and that he had every right to touch her 
after all those frustrating months of dating had driven him out of 
his mind, and he had been certain that she, too, would respond in 
kind once the proverbial knot was tied.  Little had he dreamed it 
would turn out to be such a disappointment ... for both of them, 
for Jim knew that his wife was still bitter about that first 
night!  And it had, in fact, ruined their entire sex life to this 
very moment!

*    *    *

     His moment when he was pawing the delicious breasts of the 
little number in front of him ... and he'd do a helluva more than 
that too, before he was through with Ginnie Reordon!
     "I ... I ... mean ... I really dig you Mr. Carroll ... I have 
ever since you came over to the house that day to borrow my 
daddy's snow-plow that time we had the big storm last winter!"
     Kay, too, had really liked him from the first time she'd laid 
eyes on him, or so she'd told him, and it had been mutual.  He'd 
known right away that Kay was the kind of girl he could marry.  
Then, she'd been just slightly older than little Ginnie, and he'd 
just gotten to go ahead at the bank, knowing that he could go far 
there and make a real career for himself in the small town.  It 
had been perfect, until their wedding night.  He could still 
remember seeing her lying there on the bed from his position in 
the doorway.  He had only seen her before in a bathing suit ... a 
bikini at that, but nothing compared to the beautiful clarity of 
her nakedness beneath the thin material of her gown ...
     "You ... you're hurting me ... Mr. Carroll ... my breasts!"  
But Ginnie seemed to be liking it anyway, and Jim suddenly lifted 
the young girl up from her kneeling position, then returned his 
hands to her breasts and pressed his face between the warm 
curvaceous globes of creamy flesh.
     His tongue snaked out, and he began to lick the fat, little 
protrusions of Ginnie's nipples, and then he sucked the dark, rosy 
warm flesh into his mouth, alternating between the two large buds 
and creating loud, wet noises that exploded throughout his 
sedately decorated bank office. Her small trembling body ground 
against his, and he closed his legs to squeeze her closer to his 
impatiently pulsating cock ...
     It had been a little like that with Kay when he first saw her 
tiny rising nipples and the soft triangle of her blonde pubic hair 
nestling so snugly down between her white thighs.  And no one had 
ever touched her before!  He could remember her Mona Lisa-like 
smile ... that seemed to taunt him and urge him on ... an open 
invitation.  "Come and get me ... I'm yours!" she'd seemed to be 
saying, and he had lunged forward, just reached out for her, with 
a low moan that escaped his throat in spite of himself.  Without 
even taking off his pajamas he'd ripped away her expensive bridal 
nglige and had almost gone mad with the sight of her nakedly 
trembling beneath it.  Greedily he had run his hands over her lush 
contours, feeling her resistance, but unable to stop himself as he 
kneaded the soft, ripe succulence of her breasts almost as cruelly 
as he now bit and sucked at little Ginnie Reordon's.  He'd heard 
her crying out, calling his name over and over again, horror in 
her voice as he handled her roughly, ignoring her pleas.  Before 
he took her he wanted to do just one thingpay homage to her pussy 
by kissing itand Kay had seemed to sense what he was after, 
pulling at his hair and holding his head up each time he tried to 
move it down along the squirming surface of her virginal belly.
     "Oh ... I can't stand it any more.  Mr. Carroll ... Let me 
feel your cock!"
     The lewd words in Ginnie Reordon's mouth brought Jim rudely 
back to the present, and to his delight, he felt her quick, deft 
fingers working at his fly, pulling the zipper down and releasing 
the hardness of his massive beet-red prick.  Ginnie's fingers 
closed around the blood-filled rod of flesh, and Jim gasped with 
pleasure as the young girl expertly pulled down on the thickness 
of the foreskin, releasing the sensitive surface of his cock-head 
to the cool air of the bank.  "That's it!" he cried, "That's it!" 
He suddenly knew what he would do with this little creature who 
had tormented him so many times by coming to his office with all 
kinds of stories.  His face flushed as he felt her manipulating 
his cock as though she did it every day.  This girl had 
experience, he told himself, and he was going to get the benefit 
of some of it!
     Jim brought his hands down to her thighs and began to bunch 
the material of her tight little skirt upward, letting it rise 
until he had reached her sleek upper thighs which were nakedly 
warm to the touch.  She wore calf high socks, and there was 
nothing else but smooth skin ... until the little panties that Jim 
sought out eagerly.  His fingers were moving, inching forward, 
then hesitating, as if he did not want to find what he knew was 
there.  A tight little seventeen year-old pussy just waiting for 
his fingers!  He found the tight elastic leg band just at the 
smoothest, most secret area of her inner thigh and wormed his 
outstretched middle finger up underneath it. The thin material of 
Ginnie's panties was already soaking wet, and the heat of her 
inner "vee" warmed his invading finger as it inched upward to 
touch the first, softly curling pubic hairs.  She squirmed eagerly 
around, and his finger came into sudden contact with the long 
split that separated the small, puffy hair-covered lips of her 
blushing young cunt.
     "AAAAH!" she cried, "Ah ... yes ... yes ... touch me there!"  
She moved about over his finger, suddenly flicking her hips back 
and forth over it with an obscene fucking motion, and Jim moved 
the thickness of his middle finger deep into the ragged pink 
flanges of her warmly impatient cunt.  Ginnie began to moan 
loudly, and Jim cautioned her to keep her voice down as his 
fingers slid higher up into the tight area of her little pussy, 
slithering back and forth, pausing only to flick at the pointed 
tip of her gleaming little clitoris and to hear her moan and feel 
her entire body tremble violently against him.  Then abruptly he 
stopped. Hooking his fingers into the elastic waistband of her 
panties, he peeled them suddenly down to mid-thigh, exposing the 
full "vee" of her secret genitals to his gaze.
     "Beautiful!" he murmured, his eyes glazed over with burning 
lust.  "Just beautiful!" Gripping the writhing teenage girl 
tightly around the hips, he pulled her wetly glistening young 
pussy forward toward his face.  By sliding down a bit in the 
chair, he hit it just right.  Spreading the soft, auburn hair with 
his thumbs, he flicked his tongue forward into the moistly 
flowering slit of her vagina.
     Above him Ginnie crooned with delirious pleasure, the sudden 
electrifying contact of his tongue with the tiny bud of her 
clitoris obviously driving her wild.  She bucked furiously at his 
mouth, presenting the full, soft furriness of her young pussy to 
his wetly hungering mouth.
     "That's a girl ..." he breathed into her wet and slippery 
pink-tinged genitals.  "That's a girl!" It was this that he'd 
tried to do to Kay that night ... and now he relived that moment, 
but this time it was a pleasure-filled event ... it was something 
he really enjoyed doing, especially since little Ginnie so 
obviously enjoyed it too ... unlike Kay ... who had fought him all 
the way, even though he was sure he had brought pleasure to her 
unwilling loins!  Moment by moment, as he swirled his tongue deep 
within the nakedly offered pit of Ginnie's temptingly spread 
pussy, his hands making the soft flesh of her hips and buttocks 
writhe from the harsh pressure he exerted on them, his mind jumped 
back to that night ... his wedding night!

*    *    *

     Kay bucked and squirmed under the maddening torture of her 
new husband's lapping tongue until she thought she would go crazy. 
How could this obscene act be happening to her on her wedding 
night?  It was insane ... She raised her head from the bed and the 
tendons in her lovely long neck stretched as she tried to see his 
face again.
     "NO ... NO ... I CAN'T ... I CAN'T!" she cried, over and over 
again, realizing that something terrible was about to happen, 
something even worse than the humiliation and disappointment she 
was experiencing as a result of her husband's strange desire.  She 
had read of such things, but had always considered it unnatural, 
and certainly had never dreamed that such an immoral act would be 
performed on her!  She had looked forward to this night for so 
long ... building up in her mind the wonderful image of her 
handsome new husband ... a good catch by any standards, and a man 
who gave every indication of being capable of being a loving 
husband and father to the children she hoped to have one day soon.  
But now revulsion and humiliation spread through her system, as 
the tender love-making she had waited for all her girlhood life 
now seemed more and more an impossible dream.
     Kay focused on the strange lewd sight of his wet and 
glistening face half buried between her straining legs, felt the 
harsh pressure of his thumbs pressing into the whiteness of her 
wide-held thighs.  It was just too horrible to endure!  His 
expression was one of a crazed lunatic, and she hardly recognized 
him as he rapidly shifted his head from side to side increasing 
the horrid over-wet sensations between her legs, sending shivers 
of ugly vexing feeling through her tormented genitals.  She lay 
her head back suddenly relaxing the tense effort in her muscles.
     "It just can't be happening ... no ... no ... it can't!" she 
groaned as her shame and humiliation overwhelmed her.  She wanted 
desperately to close her legs, to never open them again, but they 
were held impossibly wide and there was little she could do about 
it.
     The worst thing was that in spite of her terror and revulsion 
at the degenerate act being performed upon her, she could feel the 
unmistakable beginnings of tiny wisps of forbidden pleasure within 
her loins.  They would come suddenly, darting deep inside her 
quivering belly to disappear as she fought them off, reminding 
herself that she couldn't possibly be feeling anything akin to 
pleasure from this awkward and disgusting love-act.  But then 
another ripple would come ... more acute this time, and she closed 
her eyes slightly, clenching her small fists in Jim's sandy 
colored hair, pulling desperately to get him away from her. But 
Jim's hands reached up over the flat whiteness of her soft belly, 
and his fingers kept rolling the hardening nipples of her tender 
round breasts with relentless fury.  With his mouth and tongue he 
worked animal-like as though he were performing a pagan ritual at 
the altar of a goddess.  His eyes remained open wide, above the 
wide-spread tightness of his new wife's cunt, and he watched her 
face, where it appeared up beyond the quivering white mounds of 
her breasts ... waiting for some sign that she was enjoying this 
steady lapping at her defenseless cunt.  He knew the sign must 
come soon ... that she wouldn't be able to hold out for much 
longer.  Any second the wonderful desire that he felt would spread 
to her and within moments he would be sinking his throbbing hot 
cock deep into the moist pink tissue of the little blonde pussy 
before him.
     But Kay lay stunned in abject submission to the depraved 
outrages he was subjecting her trapped body to.  There was really 
nothing she could do now, and she let the tears that stemmed from 
her shame well up into her blue eyes and stream endlessly down her 
glistening cheeks.  She stared up at the ceiling now, listening to 
the horrid sucking noises that Jim was making down between her 
legs.  She looked up at the egg-shell white color that she herself 
had picked out for her bedroom ceiling and as the vile noises 
expanded up toward it, she thought that she must have done 
something really terrible ... perhaps in a previous life, to have 
such an awful thing happen to her on her wedding night.
     She was being humiliated beyond her wildest imagination and 
she had to lie beneath him this way until he decided to stop.  She 
had never felt so alone and helpless in her entire life!  She had 
so hoped that Jim would become her friend and that they would have 
a close and happy relationship, but now all that seemed hopelessly 
ruined.  She would never forget the sight of him down there 
between her cruelly spread white thighs, nor the feeling of what 
was happening to her virgin genitals.
     Jim cooed softly into his blonde wife's straining pussy.  
Before long she would be begging him for it ... The way he felt at 
that moment he knew he could go on all night if necessary!  He was 
going to give her a loving she would never forget!  He brought his 
hands down and pushed them up under the backs of Kay's knees where 
they splayed out on either side of his body.  Then he lifted and 
pushed them up and over her nakedly trembling body so that her 
kneecaps touched the strawberry tips of her tender breasts and 
exposed the entire flat plane of her downy, hair-fringed pussy to 
his sight. This would do the trick, he thought lustfully, as he 
spotted the tight little puckered hole of her anus nestled just 
below the opening of her wide-spread virgin pussy, and flicked the 
tip of his tongue into it.
     "OOOOOHHHH NOOOOOO!  Oh God ... please don't ... Jim ... 
please!" Kay whimpered desperately trying to screw her warmly 
fleshed buttocks back down from the hot flicking of her husband's 
licking tongue.  His only answer was another horrid stab with his 
pointed tongue into the tight fleshy ring of nether flesh.  
"AAAaaaagh!" Kay groaned, and tiny goose bumps began to form all 
over her quaking breasts and smooth white belly.  She sobbed 
helplessly twice, and then with a terrible, sinking feeling, she 
felt her body give up. Through the horror she felt her wide-held 
buttocks jerk back in an involuntary spasm that sent a flood of 
delicious sensation coursing through her tingling nerve-endings.  
Kay clenched her teeth tightly together and fought with all her 
might against the wonderful little sparks of desire that 
threatened to devour her as Jim licked and mewled ceaselessly at 
her nakedly exposed loins below.  She knew that within seconds the 
whole thing would be over. Something immense was building up 
inside her, and she could almost see it approaching with a terror 
that she feared more than anything else she had ever feared before 
in the 20 years of her young life.  Her body was shamelessly 
aroused by some ghastly trick, and she was responding to the 
ugliness that was being performed upon her by her monstrous new 
husband.
     Beneath her, Jim could sense the sudden submissive surrender 
inside her ... he could feel the soft silky pubic hair grazing in 
wisps against his nose and the sides of his face as Kay ground her 
buttocks slowly up against his face.  She was his now ... his! he 
gloated.  But just then, just when he knew that she was about to 
cum, that he was creating wonderful delicious shafts of pleasure 
inside her naked flesh, she kicked her legs upward and down in a 
surprise motion that caught him off guard.  With lightning speed, 
she jack-knifed to a sitting position and leaped from the bed, 
leaving him sitting there, a shocked expression on his face, his 
nakedly thrusting cock protruding from his pajamas, hard and lust-
bloated from the tension of waiting so long.

*    *    *

     "OOOOooooh ... OOOOHHHH ... IIIMMM, OH GOD I'M THERE!!!" 
Ginnie Reordon thrust her naked young hips forward jiggling her 
entire body with a tormented shaking motion that caused her 
impossibly erect little clitoris and tender cuntal flanges to 
grind unmercifully against Jim's wetly open mouth.  Ferociously, 
he sucked back at her willingly presented pussy, bringing out the 
devils that danced inside her by starting a long, slow motion 
stroking with his tongue against the wide inner plane of her tight 
little cunt.  His tongue created a maddeningly rising tingle 
within the young girl with each stroke and he could feel her every 
muscle tensed from the exertion of her coming climax.  Feeling 
himself become more and more excited by the extent of Ginnie's 
arousal, Jim sucked wildly, his own neglected cock throbbing below 
and sending him mad messages of urgent need.  Christ she was hot 
... what a hot little cunt!  Then she was all arms and legs and 
bucking hips, and Jim felt her buffeting pussy strike with short 
explosive motions against his moistly working lips and tongue.  
Instinctively his hand went up to clamp across the young 
teenager's mouth, capping off her wild shrieks of pleasure, while 
he felt a gushing stream of orgasmic fluids inundate his already 
glistening face.
     "MMMMMNNNNOOOoooMMMHH!" she moaned, her entire body twitching 
and jerking above him as he lapped insistently away at the 
continuing sensation of her orgasm.  He felt it gradually subside 
as she moaned softly behind his hand.  Finally, with a sigh of 
happiness, the cute teenager collapsed across his shoulder, and 
Jim's fingers found the soaking wet orifice of her streaming cunt.  
He began a fervent massage there, between the young girl's 
slightly parted thighs, and then he heard her sigh, "Oh ... Fuck 
me ... do it to me quick ... quick!  I want your big hard cock in 
me.  Hurry!"
     He begun unbuckling his belt when a loud buzzing noise filled 
his office.  Ginnie jumped back from him, rapidly adjusting her 
panties and smoothing down her slightly rumpled skirt. Within 
seconds she was sitting on the chair across from him again, just 
as though nothing at all had happened.
     "Damn it to hell!" Jim cursed, hurriedly pushing his swollen 
penis painfully back inside his shorts and zipping up his open 
fly.  With one finger he pushed down the black button of his 
intercom box.
     "Yes, Miss Folger.  What is it?" he said tersely.
     "The principals for the mortgage closing have arrived, Mr. 
Carroll.  They're waiting for you in the conference room." There 
was an expectant pause.
     Jim looked over at Ginnie who was applying lipstick, using a 
small compact from her purse.
     "Tell them I'll be right there," he announced, flicking the 
intercom off with an annoyed gesture.
     "I guess we'll have to continue this latter ..." Ginnie said 
brightly.  "I know just the place, Mr. Carroll ... Here let me 
write it down for you ... tomorrow night ..."  She was writing on 
a piece of paper from his memo pad, and Jim just found himself 
staring at the girl. How on earth was he going to get his mind on 
that meeting?  He felt as though every brain cell in his head had 
been scrambled, and his big cock had been pumped full of hot air.  
It had been so close to happening!
     "I'm not sure that I can ..." he started to say, dubious 
about meeting Ginnie Reordon anywhere.
     "Oh, but you have to ... even if it just once ... darling 
..." Ginnie leaned forward and suddenly planted a light kiss on 
Jim's lips. "It was nice ... very nice ... now you have to let me 
do something for you!  I'll come by tomorrow to see if it's OK 
..." Then she was turning, moving for the door.  Jim pressed the 
button that unlocked the door, and she exited rapidly, leaving him 
feeling as though he'd been struck by a thunder-bolt.
     After a few moments he stood up, buttoning his coat and 
getting ready to go to the meeting. Then he remembered something 
and took out the over-draft sheets from the top drawer of his 
desk.  He glanced along the list of names and account numbers.  
Sure enough there was Account Number 050-336-01 ... Virginia 
Reordon ... OD 26.50.  Jensen's Supply Store.
     With a quick flick of his pencil, Jim wrote "pay" on the 
ledger and left the sheets out for his secretary to pick up.  Then 
he headed for the conference room, clutching the piece of paper 
that Ginnie had written an address on in his fist, turning it over 
and over, the way the idea of meeting her there was being turned 
over in his lust-fogged mind.


Chapter 2 

     The cup clattered as Kay Carroll replaced it in the saucer, 
spilling some of the fresh hot coffee she had just poured.  "My 
hands are shaking!" she remarked out loud.  The beautiful young 
wife was alone in her brightly lighted modern kitchen and, as she 
looked out of the window, she could see that it was beginning to 
snow again.  The first winter storms had been late this year for 
the small upstate town, and now it seemed that they would have 
snow for Thanksgiving.
     The reason for her nervousness was an envelopewhich she held 
gingerly, as if it contained nitroglycerin.  Kay turned the letter 
over and over in her hand, searching for some clue to its origins.  
But she found none other than the fact that it had been mailed in 
Granger. The mailman had placed it in her hand a few hours earlier 
along with various bills, and circulars, a Montgomery Ward 
catalog, and a card from her mother who lived in Florida.
     Kay anxiously ran her fingers through her blonde hair and sat 
down at the table again.  Jim had gone out of the house that 
morning without so much as a goodbye, and she felt suddenly very
cold, and very alone.  The summer house-dress that she had not yet 
put away, but continued to wear into the winter months, was 
definitely not warm enough for a day like this.
     Kay wanted to get up to change ... to put on something warm 
enough to compensate for the chill she felt to the marrow of her 
bones, but she did not have the strength.  She looked at the note 
again.  It was on cheap stationery, the kind one finds in the ten-
cent stores, and the handwriting was almost childlike ... big 
round letters made with a felt tip pen. 
     Your husband is going with an 18 year old girl.
     See for yourself TONIGHT! 
     A Friend 
     An anonymous letter!  Kay shuddered at the thought that 
someone would do such a thing to her.  Her first reaction had been 
that it wasn't true ... Jim would never be unfaithful to her ... 
and yet something was wrong between them ... something that they 
just didn't seem to be able to iron out.
     Once more the young wife went through all the details of the 
night before.  He had come home later than usual, and she'd had to 
reheat the pot roast she'd prepared for his dinner.  She could 
feel that he'd been drinking by the way he was acting and by the 
scent of alcohol that emanated from him.  She had been feeling 
particularly good that evening too, even good enough perhaps to 
let him make love to her that night.  It was hard for her to build 
up to it, a very personal thing that was so delicate ... just 
everything had to go right during the day ... all the details of 
her inner psyche had to mesh correctly, and then Jim had to do 
everything just right.  It had been very disappointing to have him 
come home that way ... very sullen and obviously looking for a 
fight.  Why, he had come right out and demanded what he called his 
"husbandly rights," and after the ordeal, they'd had that scene in 
the bedroom.
     She started to cry a little bit again as she thought about 
the unfairness of it all ... his calling her a "frigid bitch" ... 
telling her that she ought to go to see a doctor about her 
condition ... when the whole thing very obviously was all his 
fault.  Why couldn't he see that ... that it was his fault that 
she was this way, after he'd forced her that first night into an 
unnatural act, and then afterward took her virginity in the most 
brutal manner possible.
     It was true that that had been over two years ago, and yet 
the memory stayed with her.  A memory that returned to her 
whenever anything was wrong, or whenever she had an argument with 
Jim, no matter what it was about.  She just could not forgive him 
that ... not yet anyway ... perhaps not ever!  And now this!  An 
unsigned letter!  Kay stood up again after finishing her third cup 
of coffee that morning. She felt trembly all over, and her nerves 
were taut as a bow as she headed toward the living room, the note 
still clutched in her hand.  A sickening feel was starting in the 
bottom of her stomach as the idea of her husband with another 
woman shouted loudly in her head ... an 18 year-old girl at that! 
kept spinning over and over again in her mind.  She fell onto the 
living room couch heavily, her long, lithe legs splaying out as 
she let her head fall on the back of the seat.
     "Oh, God ..." she moaned, "It's probably true!  He said just 
last night when I refused him that he was going to look 
elsewhere!"  Jim's exact words came back to her in all their 
startling clarity, and Kay flinched at their impact.
     "If you can't bring yourself to put out for me, your husband, 
then I'll get it somewhere else!"  He'd slept on the living room 
sofa, right where she now sat, and she'd had their big double bed 
to herself ... and not for the first time either.
     The note read ..."See for yourself TONIGHT!" ... Kay wondered 
what that could possibly mean.  Someone had probably seen Jim with 
the girl, whoever she was ... and had been malicious enough to 
send her that horrid note. Kay knew that she wasn't the most 
popular young wife in the neighborhood, but she never had let it 
bother her much.  Most people were jealous of prosperity, she 
knew, and the fact that she was a strikingly beautiful girl, who 
had once been Homecoming Queen at Granger High didn't make her 
quite like the average housewife.  Jim might one day become 
president of the bank, the way he was going; and everyone just 
generally assumed that he was a real winner ... and that she was 
very fortunate to have landed him.
     Little did they dream ... she thought now ... the 
humiliations that Jim inflicted on her in the privacy of their 
bedroom.  The sacred first night of the marriage had been such a 
ghastly experience that most of the time whenever Jim approached 
her she was filled with a self-loathing so strong that it made it 
impossible to respond to him.  She clenched her eyes tightly shut 
at the memory of it, and the image of him making some silly girl 
... some little slut ... wondrously happy superimposed itself upon 
the image of her torment.  A girl like that perhaps, she thought, 
"would be eager to do ugly things like he does!"  A tremor passed 
between the long, full shanks of her thighs, and a stab of painful 
desire filled her entire being as she collapsed on the sofa in 
tears.  "If only I could!" she cried, "OH GOD, if only I could!"

*    *    *

     It was three-thirty in the afternoon, and Kay passed the 
mirror in her bedroom again.  Her normally sparkling blue eyes 
were sunken and listless, and her pale blonde hair had an 
uncombed, unkempt appearance.  She had put on the soft, blue 
bathrobe that Jim had given her the Christmas before, and its warm 
woolen lining brushed against the nakedness of her lushly vibrant 
body beneath it, making her feel secure and sheltered to some 
extent.  The brandy bottle was on the dressing table, and Kay 
thought she would have just one more.  She needed something to get 
her through the day ... and the brandy had seemed the only answer.  
At first the burning liquid had shocked her entire system, but 
gradually a hazy feeling had set in and dulled her senses enough 
to make the emotional turmoil more bearable.  At times she was 
even able to make herself believe that the note was entirely 
fictitious ... that someone had just wanted to upset her and had 
deliberately lied.  But then she would recall Jim's behavior the 
night before and his words to her ... and the way he had stalked 
out of the house that morning without saying goodbye ... his lips 
set in a determined way that she didn't quite recall having seen 
before ... and she would know that it was true.
     Kay had riffled through every magazine in the house, having 
brought them up to the bedroom while the hired girl cleaned the 
house downstairs.  She just couldn't face anyone, not even the 
girl who came in for 2 hours every day to help clean.  She'd told 
her to do only the downstairs and then had gone to her bedroom, 
where she'd remained the rest of the day.  She toyed with the idea 
of calling Jim at the bank ... knowing that he would still be 
there even though the doors were closed to the public by now.  But 
what could she say ... If she confronted him with the note, he 
would either deny it ... or worse, tell her that it was true!
     The trembling blonde wife sat down on the edge of the bed, 
staring at the telephone.  For the first time it occurred to her 
that her husband might be in love with someone else!  The idea 
frightened her so much that she started to shiver, and hurriedly 
climbed into the bed for added warmth.  Clutching her robe to her 
trembling body, she pulled the covers up over her head, feeling a 
dizzy sensation as she closed her eyes and the brandy raced 
through her system.
     "No ... he can't be ... it's just some girl ... just someone 
for sex and nothing else!" But the thought gnawed away at her 
insides, and Kay realized with an acute sensation how very much 
she was still in love with her husband, in spite of the 
difficulties and the misunderstandings that they had.  She 
realized that she'd always thought that one day their differences 
would work themselves out ... that they would be just like any 
other married couple, leading full and meaningful lives together.  
Just when or how that day would come, Kay had never figured out, 
and now, she feared that unless something happened quickly to 
straighten out her marriage it might end before anything else 
could be done!
     Kay gave a little moan and inhaled the fragrance of her own 
perfume beneath the covers, and just then the telephone rang.  She 
leaped up from the covers to reach for the receiver.  Perhaps it 
was Jim!
     "Mrs. Carroll?" She didn't recognize the voice ... perhaps it 
was just Wards calling about that rug she'd ordered.  Her heart 
sunk.  "The address is 457 Turnabout Lane ... Go to the side 
window on the right ... about 10:30 tonight."
     There was a click and the phone went dead.  Kay became 
frantic. "Hello ... HELLO ... WHO IS THIS ... WHO???"  But she 
knew that the female on the other end of the line had hung up, and 
finally with a dazed expression, she, too, replaced the dead 
receiver.  In her head the address seemed to ring with a horrid 
finality. "457 Turnabout Lane ... OH MY GOD! ... OH JIM ... 
JIMMMMMmmmm!" she wailed, cradling her head in her arms and 
sobbing into the fresh flower print of her no-iron sheets.
     Sleep came only because of the heavy flood of alcohol in her 
veins, and moments later, Kay lay tossing upon her bed, her pale 
blonde hair spread behind her, her delicate finely chiseled 
features contorted by the emotions of the dream that filled her 
tormented mind.
     She was in high school again ... sitting in her usual home 
room seat but the teacher, instead of being Mr. Rogers, was Jim.
     "Jim!!!" she cried, feeling all the other students turn to 
look at her.  And suddenly her peasant blouse was falling from her 
shoulders, showing her breasts almost to the tips ... and no 
matter how much she tried to push it back up the pink protruding 
tips of her breasts continued to be exposed, and finally the 
elastic of the blouse failed entirely, and she was sitting there 
completely naked to the waist ... She seemed to feel Jim's eyes on 
her ... burning holes into the creamy surface of her exposed 
flesh, the trembling globes of her breasts were warm and flushed 
and responding to his eyes almost as if he were touching them.  
She could feel a shamefully wonderful sensation spreading from 
them to the rest of her body, and she knew that everyone else in 
the class could tell what was happening to her.
     "Jim ..." she whimpered, trying to cover her breasts 
..."Jim!"  She looked up imploringly, begging for mercy, only to 
see that there was a young girl beside him, and that his hands 
were up beneath her skirt.  The girl was moaning in obvious 
delight as he moved his hands within the secret confines of her 
body.  The girl was cheap and whorish, her face painted almost 
like a clown's ... one of her teeth was missing as she too called 
out Jim's name in ecstasy.
     "I love you ... I love you ..." Kay couldn't hear the words 
but she could read Jim's lips and everyone in the class knew what 
he was saying. As Kay began to cry, the others started to laugh, 
and her sobbing turned to crooning as suddenly she began to feel 
everything that the girl with him was feeling.  The petal-like 
folds of her silken pussy became moist and responsive, as she felt 
an unmistakable touching there ... Jim's fingers doing to her 
exactly what he was doing to the girl!  She felt an irrepressible 
moisture seeping from the narrow vaginal channel that Jim's 
fingers sought out, moving slowly toward the tight little hair-
lined opening, causing delicious feelings in her secret pussy as 
they went, pushing the tender wet tissues forward and making Kay 
separate her legs in trembling eagerness.  She had to let him 
continue ... it felt good ... so very good ... but the better it 
felt to her ... the better it seemed to be feeling to the girl up 
at the front of the class, and a terrible torment swept over Kay 
as she slid down in her seat and pulled her skirt up, showing her 
pantie-less mound naked and vulnerable to the entire class.  The 
wispy curls of blonde hair played around the pink cuntal 
protruding lips, and everyone could see her tiny clitoris that 
twitched with desire as it wanted more of his gentle caresses.
     "OH JIM ... COME TO ME ... COME TO ME, JIM!" Kay finally 
burst out, and she watched her husband ... for he was her husband 
in the dream, leave the sluttish girl and come slowly toward her.  
She writhed in anticipation, and somehow she was now on the floor, 
lying between the desks, while all the other students peered down 
at her.  Shamelessly, she opened and closed her legs, offering her 
naked slit, the sweet girlish cunt between her full thighs, to the 
advancing form of her husband.  Soon she would feel him inside 
her, filling her to fulfillment ... filling her so tightly, so 
wonderfully, he would be hard yet soft with her.
     "I'm not frigid, Jim ..." she cried, moaning in anticipation, 
her body lost in the intense fire of the moment.  Every muscle in 
her lusciously exposed body was tensed as she strained her hips 
upward toward the maddeningly slow approach of her husband.
     "OH GOD WOULD HE NEVER ARRIVE?" How she loved him.  Then he 
was there beside her, the rigid staff of his heatedly throbbing 
penis brushing against the wet flesh of her cunt. She could see 
him hovering over her, could feel the hugeness of his fleshy 
hardness lying the full length of her hotly quivering open slit.  
The jerking head of his penis rested like a second heart within 
her impatient vaginal furrow, moving with slow deliberateness up 
and down, up and down, teasing her so much that her hungrily 
yearning pussy twisted desperately for its hard blood-filled tip.
     She suddenly reached down between her own tautly outstretched 
legs, in a panic that he might change his mind.  Her purpose was 
to guide his wonderfully swollen cock-head up between the moistly 
quivering lips of her aching vagina.
     Kay had tossed the covers back, and her warm blue robe lay 
spread open upon the big double bed.  Her creamy naked figure was 
thus exposed to the warm air of the empty bedroom ... beautiful in 
every aspect, even in the obvious torment she was experiencing in 
her brandy induced dream.  If anyone could have seen her they 
would have been struck by the sight of the lovely young housewife 
reaching her hand down between her open thighs, bunching her 
fingers together to form one hard mass of flesh, and then pushing 
them against the exposed hair-lined lips of her seeping cuntal 
furrow.
     The little lips around Kay's throbbing vagina were steadily 
pressed apart by these same well-manicured fingers, and the 
elastic rimmed tightness resisted for a moment, then gave way 
before the hard pushing.  Kay almost resisted for a moment, 
emitting a long, low groan from deep within her throat.  After a 
pause during which her sleeping eyelids fluttered nervously she 
shoved again, spreading her long, tapered legs as wide as she 
possible could upon the bed, her blue robe spread beneath the 
whiteness of her soft buttocks like a beautiful royal cape.  She 
groaned again, this time louder, and suddenly rammed upward with 
everything she had, sinking her fingers high into the lust-filled 
channel of her waiting vagina.
     Kay's long legs jerked out wide on either side of her cruelly 
impaling fingers and kicked spasmodically into the air.
     "JIIIMMMMM!" she cried, "OOOOHHHH GODDDD!"  Her fingers 
filled the yawning chasm of her willingly open cunt, and her 
sensual young body curved upward as she sought to penetrate 
herself still further.  Ceaselessly, she mewled kitten-like as 
waves of fulfilling pleasure swept through her.
     In her dream, Jim's outstretched arms pinned her shoulders 
tightly to the floor of the classroom.  Behind him she could spot 
the interested leering faces of her other classmates. Oddly, her 
brother Ed was there together with his wife, Jane, among other 
people she knew in Granger.  But she felt no embarrassment now, 
only hot, searing sensations within her wetly pulsing vaginal 
passage.  Her lips curled back from her gleaming teeth and 
incoherent, pleading whimpers came from deep in her throat.  She 
could feel the wall of her clasping cunt wrapping around the 
intruding cudgel of Jim's long thick penis like a tight fitting 
glove. Every fleshy ridge of him was known to her dark inner 
passage as her dreaming mind created the situation that her 
subconscious most wanted and needed.
     It wasn't at all like the hideous moment when Jim had first 
penetrated her virgin flesh, brutally tearing the soft tissues 
down there and forcing himself into her with an insistence that 
she could not ward off.  There was none of the fear and horror of 
the horrible moment, nor the disgust she felt at other times when 
she lay beneath him like a cold statue entirely subjugated, 
waiting for it to be all over with.  No, this was something 
exalted, something complete and wonderful.  She was as one with 
him at last, at long last; and he understood everything about her 
body and mind ... they were soul mates, and there was nothing he 
could do that would not bring her the most divine pleasure she had 
ever known!
     "Oooooossssh!" Kay held her breath as Jim's thickly buried 
cock seemed to expand within her, stretching the narrowness of her 
willing cuntal walls even farther apart.  He flexed his giant 
prick inside her, and this time Kay could feel her body coming to 
life.  There was a maddening electricity that tingled deep within 
her womb, seeping relentlessly through the raw nerve endings of 
her lust-driven flesh.  The waves of pleasure rippled insanely 
through her eagerly pulsing cunt and out the fleece-lined lips of 
her seething pussy, working its wonderful way across the vibrating 
surface of her taut little belly, and up to the pink tips of her 
nipples which were hard little nubs of sensitivity jutting proudly 
into the air.  Thin rivulets of perspiration were rolling down the 
sides of her full straining breasts, and she rotated her hips from 
side to side, her hopelessly aroused pussy dilating around the 
fleshy impaling member of her husband's long warmly pulsating 
penis.  It was pure magic!  Filled with wonder at the magnificence 
of the sensations Jim was bringing out in her, Kay began to screw 
her pelvis upward, pushing against her husband's rock-hard 
thickness ... feeling the full length of his virile manhood.  The 
tiny contracting muscles inside her deliciously-filled pussy 
pulsed rhythmically at the thickly penetrating cock.  The dilated 
lips of her hair-trimmed slit moved farther and farther apart 
spreading to slide moistly down the wonderfully hard rod for 
several inches and then with equal determination sliding moistly 
back up.
     And then she was nakedly straining to cum, a half-crazed 
ecstatic smile playing across her lust-constricted lips.  Her 
frenzied motions became faster with each second as the tempo of 
her thrusts up against her dream husband became more and more 
urgent.  The slippery juices of her wildly gyrating vagina were 
beginning to flow down and around her fingers, and a loud wet 
sucking sound of the in and out sawing movement rose and filled 
the room.  Her back arched up off the squeaking bed as, with her 
feet planted flat on either side of the bed, she bucked upward 
wildly.  It seemed to be going on forever.
     "OH GOD, YES JIM, I'M CUMMING ... OH DARLING, I'M 
CUMMMINNNGGG AT LAASSSST!  AAAAAaaaargghhh!"  With a harsh deep 
throated groan Kay's hopelessly aroused body began to vibrate with 
the uncontrollable emotions that welled up inside of it.  The wet, 
white orgasmic fluids flowed from the throbbing inner passage of 
her climaxing cunt and drowned her impaling fingers with its 
sticky warmth, before trickling down the shadowy crevice between 
her quivering young buttocks.
     Kay felt as though her insides were splitting painfully as 
the length of her bunched up fingers desperately imitated the 
hugeness of her husband's penis.  She could feel the pores of her 
tingling cunt clasping around it, forcing it to erupt in answer to 
her own excitation.  Indeed, her lustfully dreaming brain created 
the sensation she needed ... the feel of white hot spurts spewing 
from the big, thick head, filling her womb and foaming out of the 
contracting fleshy lips around the base of Jim's wildly jerking 
cock.  One day this wonderful life-giving fluid would give her a 
child ... and the hot walls of her quivering cunt hungrily sucked 
at the imaginary pole of Jim's hotly throbbing hardness until she 
felt that the last drop was sucked from it.
     "UUUUUnnnnngh!" Kay lay still for a long moment, her fingers 
aching from the awkwardness of their position high inside her 
flooded vaginal passage.  Slowly she recovered her strength, and 
with it came the gradual realization that Jim was not with her at 
all.  He had seemed so real ... the substance of him so close that 
she would have sworn she felt his weight upon her still nakedly 
vibrating body, his breath coming near her ear.
     "Oh my God!" she cried, suddenly, raising herself up as her 
eyes blinked wide.  There was a horrible thudding in her head as 
Kay sat bolt upright, completely sober in an instant.
     With a terrible expression of disgust on her face which 
hardly began to describe what she was really feeling inside, Kay 
removed her fingers with something akin to horror as the drenched 
digits slipped slowly out of her battered young vagina.  Looking 
down she could see the wetly matted hair of her finger-fucked 
furrow glistening in the faint light.  It was almost dark outside!
     The inside of her white thighs were lewdly smeared with a 
clear stickiness, and there was a wet circle staining the covers 
beneath her.
     "I ... I DID IT TO MYSELF!!" she cried in horror.  She hardly 
ever touched herself, much less down there.  Jumping up she 
hurriedly scrambled from the bed and dashed into the bathroom, 
where she began to draw the water for a steaming, hot bath.  Her 
wrist watch told her that it was nearing 6 PM, and Jim had not yet 
come home.
     The sound of the woman's voice on the phone rang repeatedly 
in her ear.  Between her legs she felt a disconcerting sense of 
satisfaction, but her mind told her it was unreal ... she had 
dreamed it all, while her own fingers had shamefully given her 
forbidden pleasure.  Filled with torment about what she had done, 
she stepped into the filled tub, letting the piping hot water 
cover her nakedly trembling body.  She felt the liquid warmth 
seeping in to soothe the burning of her sensitive cuntal lips, and 
rising to cover her healthily blushing breasts.  Kay slid down as 
far as possible into the peace-giving liquid, leaving only the 
very tops of her creamy shoulders showing.
     "I ... I've got to get control of myself!" the dazed young 
blonde said, her closed eyelids fluttering as she spoke aloud to 
herself.  The hot water swirled softly around her still body.  
"457 Turnabout Lane ... 457 Turnabout Lane." She knew that the 
address was one of the most sought after neighborhoods in Granger.  
Her husband Jim had often spoken of moving there after his next 
promotion.  Now they might never move anywhere, she thought 
bitterly ... their marriage might not last that long unless she 
did something about it!
     Already she knew that she was going to go that night to the 
address she'd been given over the phone.  "What other choice do I 
have?" she asked herself, shuddering as she thought what she might 
discover later on that evening.


Chapter 3 

     Ginnie shivered deliciously as she pulled the tight fitting 
shorts up over her trim little hips. She wiggled a little, and 
turned around so that she could see the deep outline of the cleft 
between her neatly rounded buttocks.  The hot pants were of a 
shiny satiny purple, and Ginnie enjoyed the cheap look they had 
about them. Everybody was wearing them, she knew, and the tighter 
the better.  Her long legs looked just perfect, she thought as she 
surveyed herself in the bedroom mirror, and the high heels with 
the open toes set the whole outfit off perfectly.  She wore a pink 
silk blouse over which she pulled a hand crocheted "pot holder" 
vest with many colors in it.  She looked gorgeous ... pretty 
enough to convince Jim Carroll for good that he ought to be going 
with her ... just the way the note said.
     She herself had mailed the note to Kay Carroll the evening 
after she had visited Jim at his office in the bank, and she 
smiled a little now as she thought of what its impact might have 
been on the young matron who was the banker's wife!  Ginnie had 
heard a lot about Kay Carroll ... enough to know that she was 
stuck-up and thought she was better than just about everybody in 
the small town of Granger. The teenaged girl had seen her, too, 
several times ... the most recent, shopping at the A & P. and she 
had wrinkled her nose a little bit when she'd noticed her picking 
out items in the gourmet food department.  As though regular food 
wasn't good enough for her.  Ginnie was certain that Jim was not 
at all happy with a woman like her ... She'd been certain about it 
for some time really, especially since that night he'd come to the 
Reordon house, and she'd seen him take off his coat to have a fast 
drink with her father before borrowing the snow-plow.
     GOD WHAT A BEAUTIFUL HUNK OF MAN!  That's what she had 
thought then, and that was what she still thought.  And her 
emotions were even stronger now that she could bring back the 
delightful memory of Jim's tongue licking steadily and wonderfully 
up between her legs.  She parted those same legs now, and placed 
her hands defiantly on her hips, tossing her auburn hair back as 
she posed in a super-woman stance.  She wore thin transparent 
tights that gave her well developed legs a naked appearance while 
at the same time casting a peachy glow upon them.
     "Tonight, I get to feel more of his tongue ..." she mused.  
"Tonight I'll get it all!  ALL!"  She would show Jim that he would 
really be happy with her ... she was a little young, true, but she 
knew that she more than made up for that in experience.  She bet 
that that Kay didn't even know how to give him a good fuck!  She 
visualized that she and Jim would go together for a few months ... 
maybe even a year ... and then after his divorce ... (she'd make 
sure that there were sufficient grounds all right) well then, 
she'd be the new Mrs. James O. Carroll.  She'd be a very sensible 
wife, and take care of Jim the way a man of his looks ought to be 
taken care of! They'd travel a lot ... and they'd make love just 
about all the time.  And when they got a little bored they'd go 
out to parties together ... like the party she was going to get 
Jim to go to that night.  It was always nice to have a little 
variety she thought, having read an article to that effect in 
Cosmopolitan only the day before.
     "Where are you going tonight, Ginnie?" The seventeen year-old 
girl whirled around, immediately shaping her features to a far 
more innocent expression than the one she'd had on her face while 
looking at herself in the mirror and thinking about her plans for 
Jim.  Her father's booming voice had just about frightened her out 
of her wits, and she felt her heart pounding in her chest.
     "Oh ... Daddy ... you scared me ... I'm going over to Betty's 
house to study.  We've got a big test tomorrow, and I want to be 
up on it!"
     "Well, you be sure and leave Betty's number right on the hall 
table, and don't you stay out all hours again!"  Steve Reordon 
angrily tore his eyes away from his all-too-nubile young daughter.  
"And just answer me this ... why do you have to be half naked to 
go to study at a friend's house?"
     "Oh ... daddy ... REALLY ... All the kids are dressing like 
this ... You're so old fashioned!"
     "Well, you may think I'm square, but when I was a boy, when a 
girl dressed to show her body it meant only one thing ..."
     "DADDY!" Ginnie pouted, a hurt expression crossing her 
features.  "First of all the word square isn't used anymore, Daddy 
... and do you honestly think I'm one of those girls?"
     Embarrassed by his own outburst, Steve retreated from his 
daughter's door.  "Never you mind, young lady ... you just watch 
your step. I don't want you getting into any trouble.  I've got 
enough problems as it is!"
     The door closed behind him, and Ginnie looked around for 
something to throw ... She found a soft slipper and threw it 
against a wall that she was certain would not show any marks.
     "Don't want you getting in any trouble ..." she mimicked.  
Well, he did not have to worry about that ... she was not about to 
get pregnant ... not with the pills she took. Someone had said 
that they were bad for you, but she didn't really believe it.  
They had made her tender teenaged little breasts swell to even 
more beautiful proportions for one thing, and she could do 
whatever she wanted to without worrying about the necessity of 
telling her parents someday that she was pregnant.  And there were 
plenty of things that Ginnie wanted to do.  Not only that, she'd 
been doing them since she was 14, when Eddie Berman had screwed 
her silly in the back of his old Nash. She'd practically asked him 
to do it anyway, and it had hurt a little, but not enough to make 
her not want to do it again.  In fact, Ginnie had quite a 
reputation at Granger High ... but she didn't care what anybody 
thought or said about her. She considered herself better than any 
of them and smarter than most of them, and she would show them one 
day what she was worth.
     "And Jim Carroll's going to help me!" she said out loud as 
she turned out her light and opened the door of her room.  She 
moved quickly down the hall, pausing to write down a phone number 
at the hall table, and to pick up a couple of her school books.  
There were three "Bettys" that Ginnie ran around with, and she 
also knew that neither her mother or her father would remember any 
of their last names.  It was all so stupid!  She was glad that 
soon she would be able to leave the broken-down house that 
bordered on the better neighborhoods.  Soon she would be living in 
a house like Jim and Kay Carroll's ... Only then the house would 
be referred to as Jim and Ginnie Carroll's.
     "Going out, dear?"  Ginnie turned from the front door, which 
she had already opened.  Her mother was coming toward her, her 
faded and sad face looking worried.  Ginnie paused.  She had hoped 
to get out of the house without seeing her mother at all.
     "Yeah, ma ... going to study ... big test tomorrow." Ginnie 
waited.
     "Oh, I see ... well ... take care, darling.  I'm glad you're 
wearing your warm coat ... it's getting colder."
     Ginnie was positive that her mother knew just what she was 
doing ... or at least she had a good idea.  Once she'd overheard a 
conversation between her father and mother, during which her 
father had said, "I don't know, Ida ... I think you'd better talk 
to that girl.  She's running around like a cat in heat ... and all 
these boys, coming around ... sniffing after her ...!"
     "She'll be all right, Steve ... She's a smart girl ... she 
won't let anybody harm her.  She's got brains at least ... More 
than I had, that's for sure!"
     It was really the only time that Ginnie had ever heard her 
mother saying anything cynical, and she knew what the older woman 
meant.  By snooping in her parent's room and going through her 
mother's dresser, Ginnie had discovered that her mother was 
already six months pregnant when she got married ... pregnant with 
her!
     Ginnie rapidly bent to kiss her mother and went out the door.
Yes ... she was a good deal smarter than her mother ... she would 
never marry a loser like her father ... and a man that she didn't 
love to boot!  As far as Jim Carroll was concerned, that thrilling 
few minutes in his office had told her that she really and truly 
did love him!
     The cold night wind blew against her face, and she buttoned 
her long coat all the way down, covering the scanty covering of 
her stylishly outfitted body.
     She walked all the way, and got to the house by 8:15.  It 
wasn't going to be a terribly late evening ... just intense, and 
Ginnie knew that when Jim arrived and saw just exactly who was 
there, that he'd stay.
     Winthrop Morgan, the tall, graying, handsome 55 year-old 
president and chairman of the board of State National Trust ... 
the only other bank in Granger ... opened the door and welcomed 
Ginnie.
     "Hi there, sweetie ... Come right in.  All alone tonight?"
     "No ... I'm being met ... by someone who will be arriving 
shortly."
     Morgan was already taking off Ginnie's coat, and the teenager 
could feel his warmly appreciative eyes on the tightness of her 
shorts, right there where her rounded little buttocks were so 
nicely cleft.
     He whistled approvingly, and Ginnie remembered that the 
surprisingly agile banker liked to have his cock sucked more than 
anything else in the world.  She had done that for him, and very 
well too, the last time she had come to his house, and she knew 
that he had not forgotten.
     "Uh ... about your guest ... you do remember the House 
Rules?"
     Ginnie smiled sweetly at Winthrop Morgan. "Of course I 
remember ... no need for worry ... this is a very discreet 
person."
     Morgan didn't really care all that much.  He wasn't worried 
about his reputation ... it would take more than just hearsay to 
ruin him in this town.  His name was too big, and his family had 
been too influential for too many years.  The only thing that 
really mattered to him was that little Ginnie Reordon had come.  
The last time she'd been there, she had brought along a girl 
friend, and Morgan liked that.  The more young blood he had at his 
parties the better!  He was temporarily a bachelor, and he was 
making the most of it.  Life was, after all, very short.  And he 
intended to make his full of rich and meaningful memories.
     "Well ... there'll be no need for masks tonight, even though 
you are bringing in someone new, Ginnie.  There'll be just a few 
people anyway.  Olga and Henry and Theresa and Jeremy ... and you 
know how they tend to get caught up in each other ... that leaves 
just you and me ... and your friend, of course ... Is it the same 
little girl you brought with you the last time ... Sally?"  Morgan 
hoped so.  Already his dormant cock was stirring at the thought of 
him having the two of them ... like little woodland nymphs sucking 
and licking at him while he played with their tight little 
pussies.
     "No ... as a matter of fact ... it's a man!"
     Morgan smiled woodenly.  "Oh?  Well, that certainly changed a 
few daydreams I was having."  He looked disappointed, then 
shrugged his acceptance.  "But any friend of yours is a friend of 
mine ... Come on let's have a drink!"

*    *    *

     Jim drove around the block one more time. He'd already 
spotted the house on Turnabout Lane, and was trying to figure out 
what was so familiar about the address.  Ginnie had said that a 
good friend of hers lived there, and that they would have a chance 
to ... as she put it ..."turn each other on ..."  He blushed to 
himself now as he pulled up in front of the house.  A grown man 
chasing after that little slip of a girl as though she really 
mattered to him! But in a way, Ginnie did matter to him.  She 
seemed to matter to his whole image of himself as a man, and she 
had already inflamed him to such an extent that he wouldn't rest 
until he'd had her.  He wanted to feel those long legs of hers 
around his neck just one time before he slammed his long hard cock 
into her.
     Kay had really sealed the matter for him, he thought as he 
slammed the door of his car and locked it.  Ruefully, he thought 
about her refusing to sleep with him the night before ... of all 
nights ... of all times!  He'd really needed her then, especially 
after that torrid scene with Ginnie at the bank.  Christ, he'd 
needed some action!  He had tried during the two and a half years 
of their marriage to keep his mind largely focused on other things 
... his work and getting ahead had consumed most of his energy, 
but now, Jim felt as if a dam were bursting inside him.  All the 
pent up emotions that he'd had all along were just breaking out, 
and he had to do something about them!  And do it now!
     Slowly, Jim walked up at the graduated steps to the front 
door of the large house.  He was annoyed as he realized that he 
felt a little like he used to feel when he was a kid, dating some 
girl from school.  He took a deep breath and rang the bell.  Who 
the hell could Ginnie know who lived here? he wondered.
     When Winthrop Morgan opened the door, Jim was stunned!  And 
for a second it looked as if the older banker was stunned too, but 
then Winthrop smiled widely and opened the door further.  They had 
met before of course, but only on business matters; and Jim had 
always looked up to the older man, admiring his strong grip on the 
community of Granger, and the respect that he commanded from 
everyone for miles around.
     "Why, it's Jim ... Jim Carroll, if I am not mistaken ..." 
Morgan announced, drawing the shocked young man into his living 
room.  "Let me take your coat.  Not snowing out there tonight, is 
it?  Know we had a few flurries today, but the real thing isn't 
due until the weekend. Isn't that the way it always is?"  He was 
taking Jim's coat, hanging it up, and leading him toward the other 
side of the room where the lights were dim and there was a glowing 
fire in the fireplace.
     "Someone is here, who's expecting you, I believe ... I must 
say, she has good taste," Morgan said, and Jim could see a form 
shaping from the shadows.  Ginnie stood up, and moved toward him.  
Instinctively, he backed away from her, but Winthrop Morgan kept 
leading him forward.
     "So you know Jim, Winnie," the girl said coyly, using 
Morgan's nickname to impress the younger banker.
     "We've met," Morgan said, his dark eyes twinkling.  "But I'm 
especially glad to see him in a more informal setting!  What do 
you drink?"
     Jim sat down and felt Ginnie taking his hand in hers as she 
settled next to him on a low bench next to the fireplace.  
"Martinis if you go 'em," Jim said, expulsing his breath as though 
he'd just gone through a great effort.
     Morgan went in search of the drinks, and just then the bell 
rang again.  Jim hurriedly turned to Ginnie.  "Is someone else 
coming?" he asked. Beads of sweat were standing out on his 
forehead.  He wanted nothing more than to get out of there, but he 
couldn't very well dash out of Winthrop Morgan's house like a 
fool.  He had to stay just to find out what the hell was going on.
     "How do you know Morgan?" Jim hissed almost angrily at the 
teenaged girl beside him.
     "He's an old friend ... I told you.  Don't worry, Jim ... 
everything's cool."  Her hand was moving slowly on his arm, and he 
fought down an urge to move it.  He looked toward the door and saw 
Winthrop Morgan's rather portly form greeting two arriving couples 
with warm gestures of welcome.  Quickly, Jim scanned their faces 
to see if they might know him or his wife, Kay, but to his 
enormous relief, he saw that they were complete strangers to him 
... maybe from another town, he speculated, since they looked so 
totally unfamiliar.
     "Who are they?" he asked.
     "Oh, just Olga and Henry and Theresa and Jeremy ... they're 
from Albany."
     Jim laughed nervously and made a scoffing sound in his 
throat.  "Sounds like Bob and Carol and Ted and Alice!" he said.
     To his surprise Ginnie replied, "Yes, but those four had been 
swapping for years before that movie came out.  They've been doing 
it since they called it "balling" instead of "swinging"!"
     Jim gasped, but there was no time to say anything.  They were 
coming towards them with Morgan leading the way.  The elder banker 
made the introductions and then set about making drinks for all of 
them.  Jim wondered at the fact that a man in Morgan's position 
had no servants at all.  He made careful small talk with the 
couples, who sat on low hassocks in front of the fireplace, noting 
that they were definitely on a lower social scale than he would 
have expected for friends of the well-known Winthrop Morgan. They 
made noticeable mistakes in grammar and were good-naturedly what 
Jim knew his wife would describe as "lower-middle class."
     But the martinis were there, and the drinks helped 
noticeably.  Jim began to unwind a bit, and even found he enjoyed 
the down to earth friendliness of Morgan's guests.  Cautiously and 
consciously, he set out to make a good impression on the wealthy 
banker who was his host.  If they were friends of his ... well 
then they were all right with him.  Sometimes he hated Kay's phony 
pretentiousness, anyway ... He, himself, was the son of a grocer, 
and Kay's father had been a garage mechanic before his death, just 
as her brother Ed was now!
     The second round of drinks came and then the third.  Jim was 
feeling a very pleasant warmth, and Ginnie's cuddling close next 
to him was beginning to affect him.  She'd gotten up a couple of 
times, and he'd gotten a good look at her tight little shorts.  
She was one honey of a horny little girl!
     Soft music came from a continuous tape deck hidden somewhere 
in the large room, and most of it seemed to have a sensuous 
beating undertone that brought to mind dark jungles and sultry 
native dancers, bongo drums and eroticism beneath lace-like palm 
fronds.  Jim sat back and watched as the others got up to dance. 
Beside him on the bench Ginnie was sensually stroking his hand.  
He raised his martini to his lips with the other.  Imperceptibly, 
he could feel the pounding surge of his blood flowing throughout 
his body, and the soft, spongy tissue of his cock began to swell 
with a smoldering desire.
     Morgan began to dance with one of the women, Jim thought that 
her name was Olga. She was a big and buxom brunette with one of 
the finest pillow-asses that Jim had ever seen. His wealthy host 
did not seem impervious to her charms as he pressed her willing 
body close to his, and let his hands roam farther and farther down 
Olga's back until he was cupping her voluptuous buttocks in his 
hands.  They danced in this lewd position until there was a lull 
in the music and Morgan, perspiring heavily, returned his partner 
to her husband.  Jim could see them in conversation but they were 
just far enough away so that he could not quite hear what they 
were saying.  Theresa, a petite red-head with a large sensuous 
mouth and her husband Jeremy stopped doing a funny ballroom number 
in the middle of the floor and joined the others.
     Ginnie was breathing softly, quiet beside Jim, and just as he 
was beginning to get bored watching the other guests and wondering 
what they were up to, Ginnie began to nibble moistly at his ear.  
A surge of electricity spread throughout his nervous system.  This 
was one of those swinging parties, he'd heard about. There'd been 
rumors about them for some time now, but never anything concrete 
... and now here he was attending one!  The whole thing seemed 
absurd, but the young banker rationalized that even his wife Kay 
would not begrudge him being in the intimate company of the famous 
Winthrop Morgan.  She would be even more aware than he of the 
potential to their position in the small town of Granger.  This 
thought eased the small tendrils of guilt that remained in his 
mind.  Was it his fault if Winthrop Morgan was a dirty old man?
     The realization that he was going to fuck little Ginnie that 
night, right in Winthrop Morgan's house, was becoming more and 
more vivid to him, and the thought created an undercurrent of 
excitement inside him that he was beginning to enjoy.
     When the cute teenager stood before him, her eyes large and 
black, her sensual young figure assuming a taunting stance, he 
could smell that same perfume that she'd worn at the bank the day 
before.  With an eagerness he couldn't hide, he reached his arms 
upward to put them around her, but the girl pulled away from him, 
laughing in a teasing manner that made his face flush with the 
intensity of his ardor.
     "Come ... come on, let's have a little privacy!" she 
breathed.
     Well that was OK with him.  Jim hurriedly stood and followed 
Ginnie toward the door which he assumed led to the rest of the 
house and, he sincerely hoped, a nice, quiet bedroom somewhere!  
He hardly noticed the others as they left, but he was sure that no 
one was particularly shocked at their leaving.  Besides the 17 
year-old nymph seemed to be on pretty good terms with Morgan.  The 
image of the older banker and Ginnie together created a bitter 
sensation of jealousy that surprised him.  Why on earth would he 
be jealous of Ginnie?  And yet, he was pleased that the head of 
the rival bank in Granger would know that he was with the little 
auburn haired teenager ... that he was getting a taste of the 
executive's goods, so to speak!
     There were several doors that opened onto the dark hallway he 
found himself in, and he saw Ginnie head toward the first one on 
the right.  His eyes were riveted to the magnificent wiggling of 
the young girl's buttocks as she moved sensuously ahead of him.  
The silky material of her hot pants fairly glowed in the dark, and 
Jim followed her shapely little ass as a moth follows a lighted 
candle.
     Once inside, Ginnie closed the door behind them, and beckoned 
Jim toward a low couch on the other side of the room.  The young 
banker paid little attention to the way the room looked. All he 
could think about was the enticing little girl, and the way she 
would feel groaning beneath his hard, rock-like cock.  His mind 
whirling with alcohol, he groped for her in the darkness.  They 
were beside a large window, and dimly, Jim could see dense foliage 
that he assumed must be lining the side of the house. She tumbled 
beneath him, rolling softly over to the middle of the bed, and Jim 
lay heavily on top of her.  He ground his entire body down upon 
her small shape, feeling the wonderful softness of her ripely 
budding breasts pressing upward into his chest, and her legs 
separating between his own.  His pelvis moved forward, the length 
of his thigh and groin catching her directly between her outspread 
legs, where he could feel her hard pubic mound grinding back at 
him, grinding out the sweet, seeping wetness from her little hair-
fringed cunt beneath the tight-fitting shorts.
     Her arms wound eagerly around his neck, and once more he 
breathed in the soft open chasm of her mouth in a deep hungering 
kiss.  She wriggled lustfully beneath him, bucking up against him 
and causing the hardness of his already bulging penis to double.  
He felt nothing but a dull ache in his loins as he wetly swept his 
tongue in and out of her hot young mouth, and frantically tried to 
get her shorts off.  He couldn't find the zipper opening, and 
fumbled impatiently beneath her for a long moment until she 
laughed and told him that they had an elasticized waist.  Panting 
a little she arched herself upward and slipped her shorts and 
tights down over her long thighs and legs, tossing them to the 
side of the bed with a little giggle.
     Jim felt foolish and a little angry.  She was making him feel 
like a greenhorn, for chrissakes, he thought, being reminded of 
his early adventures as a young boy, when he was often dependent 
on the girl to show him the way.  But that was ridiculous, he 
reminded himself.  He was 33 years old, and this girl was only 17. 
Jailbait ... but at the moment he couldn't have cared less.  One 
thing was certain, he wasn't going to let anything stop him now 
that he had come this far.  His heart started beating so loud that 
he was sure that she could hear it too.  He found himself peering 
down in the semi-darkness, only the moonlight illuminated the 
bedroom as it streamed into the adjacent window, staring directly 
into the naked softness of Ginnie's full, white thighs.  The 
teenager lay sensually back and, as she removed her blouse and 
vest, she parted her legs slightly, exposing the inner pink slit 
of her vagina, framed by the soft auburn silkiness of pubic hair.
     Jim wanted to pounce upon her right then and there, but 
something stopped him ... perhaps the horrid memory of how he had 
practically raped his wife on their wedding night after she'd 
acted so silly about his kissing her down there between her legs.  
A natural caution had possessed him ever since with Kay, and now 
he found that to his dismay it was being transmitted in his 
relationship with this girl.  His massively erect cock was as hard 
as a sledge hammer and his mouth had a funny cottony feeling 
again.  He could feel the booze racing in his veins and churning 
warmly in his stomach.  He hadn't gone home for dinner, and since 
he'd never eaten out alone, he'd just skipped the whole thing.  
God, he couldn't take his eyes away from the beckoning spot 
between her tender young legs!
     "I'm so glad you came, Jim!" Ginnie whispered huskily.  She 
gazed up at him in the darkness, her eyes masking the triumph that 
she felt.  She tugged gently at his suit coat.  "Don't you think 
you'd better get naked, too?" she smiled.  It was going to work!  
The whole thing was going to work!  If all had gone well, Kay 
Carroll would be on her way to Turnabout Lane right about then.  
She felt the same kind of thrill that she thought an actress might 
feel just before the curtain went up on opening night.  Jim 
Carroll was there with her just the way she had dreamed it so 
many, many times ... so many nights of waiting for this moment ... 
and now the moment was here!
     Ginnie ran her tiny pointed tongue over her lips and then 
spread her thighs a little bit wider. She lay watching the young 
banker as he quickly removed his clothes.  Soon she would see just 
what the banker looked like underneath his conservative suit.  His 
eyes never left the full revealed beauty of her nudity, covering 
the pointed creamy mounds of her breasts and racing down the 
length of her taut little belly, to the narrow, girlish hips and 
the long, slender legs.  While her eyes were half closed, she 
could very well see his huge jerking cock when he got down to his 
shorts and stepped out of them.  She gasped.  It was much, much 
bigger than she had remembered ... but perhaps he was more excited 
now!  The thought of that giant pulsating pole ramming far up 
inside her gave her a crazy little thrill of fear mixed with 
anticipation.  He sat down on the bed, his long rigid erection 
standing up between his legs, the thick foreskin already pulling 
itself half-way back on the smooth crimson cock-head.  Her long 
fingernails moved along his naked arm as, dazed, he sat looking 
down at her.
     Jim hesitated a second more.  "Don't you want to fuck me?" 
she asked.  Then without waiting for an answer, she spread her 
legs wide, reached down with little hands and pulled the pouting 
pink pussy open on either side, exposing the inner flesh of the 
tiny aperture to his hungering eyes.  "Remember how good you were 
to me?" she inquired sweetly.  "I'll be real good to you!" she 
added for good measure, while below her fingers nimbly began to 
insinuate themselves, sliding over the softest and tenderest areas 
of her own hair-trimmed cunt.  In spite of himself, Jim gasped at 
the incredibly lewd sight of the teenaged girl fingering her own 
wetly glistening vagina.
     "Come on," she crooned, already beginning to excite herself.  
"Honey, please ..."  Her fingers tickled and toyed with the 
upright pinpoint of her swollen clitoris, "Please fuck me!" she 
moaned.  The aroused young banker did not have to be asked again.  
He climbed up on the huge bed and knelt between the young girl's 
wide-spread legs.  She was moaning now and urging him to hurry, 
and he was lost in the utter beauty of her voluptuous little body.  
His thick, madly throbbing cock was hard and heavy and hot in its 
upright position as he once more surveyed the brazen loveliness of 
this bold, little bitch who had come to his office apparently with 
the thought of having him fuck her.  The idea that she wanted him 
caused even more excitement to swell his massive hardness.  He 
leaned forward between her willingly spread limbs and ran his 
hands over her gentle upcurved breasts, her tiny waist that gave 
way to fine delicate hips and thighs, and in between them, his own 
hands covered the working, little fingers of her hand as she 
finger-fucked herself; preparing her moistly aroused pussy for his 
entry.
     HE HAD TO FUCK HER!
     Ginnie's desire-filled eyes looked down toward his hairy 
belly and there she focused on the full, looming hulk of his angry 
red penis.  "It is so big, Jim," she cried.  "So big!"
     "Oh, it'll be big enough for you," he muttered, pushing his 
hands down beneath her. Dizzy, he hung over her, his pulsating 
shaft hanging in mid-air.  Then he crushed down onto her waiting 
nakedness, smashing his mouth onto hers.  He was ravenously hungry 
for her as she moved tightly up beneath him, her arms hugging 
around his back, her flat naked, little belly snuggling against 
the rock-hard spear of his penis.  Moving downward and panting 
hard, he let the tip of his aching cock slide into the velvety 
warm moisture of the teenager's vaginal slit, rubbing up and down 
the moistly hot length of it, the enormous mass of his thickened 
cock spreading the baby cuntal lips far apart.  The friction was 
unbelievable as Ginnie moaned and groaned beneath Jim's heavy 
weight, gasping with delight as she felt the increasing heat in 
her seeping pussy!  With her hips she began a steady rotating 
motion beneath him while her legs slid out sideways and then 
suddenly jerked up hard and locked like handcuffs around his 
muscular back.
     "Oh Jim ... JIM ... I'm SO READY FOR YOU!"
     His lust-heavy cock was resting hard against her nakedly 
writhing young body and now he let it press up against the narrow 
seeping wetness of her vaginal opening.  It was too much for him 
to take.  He had to do it and soon.  He wedged his hand down 
between their tightly pressed bodies, circling his own heatedly 
throbbing excitement. His straining and taut cock wormed against 
the tiny opening of the eager young girl's cunt.  She seemed much 
too small for him, but he knew that she'd had experiences before 
... probably a great many at that!
     "It's OK if it hurts a little, baby," Ginnie sighed, "Just 
put it in ... PUT IT IN!"  She strained her tense, nubile body up 
against the older man, feeling him start to thrust against her.  
The small, fluted lips of her pulsing little pussy resisted the 
enormous instrument for a moment, then suddenly something gave 
way, bringing a sharp pain so unexpected that Ginnie's freckled 
face was contorted with it, and she let out a long, low wail.  Jim 
was brought to himself for an instant by the sound that she made, 
and he looked around him for a second, sensing a movement.  To his 
surprise, he saw that someone else was in the room with them! 
Another glance told him that that someone was Winthrop Morgan ... 
and the millionaire banker was stark naked!  In the dark shadows 
their host was an interested observer of their lovemaking, and to 
console his solitary state he was clasping his own stout cock in 
his hands, pulling up and down on it at a leisurely pace.  Jim 
cursed, the sweat dripping from his face down onto Ginnie's naked 
body.  He should have known that there would be some strings!  But 
beneath him Ginnie whispered through clenched teeth, "Don't stop 
now ... don't stop now!"  And Jim was unable to resist the added 
surge of lust that the 17 year-old girl's words gave him.
     Ignoring Winthrop Morgan's presence in the darkened bedroom, 
he pushed forward with all his strength and this time Ginnie's 
tightly resisting pussy lips spread even further to accommodate 
his splitting ramrod.
     "OOOOOOAAAAAAhhhhh!" His long, thick penis slipped forward 
bit by bit, feeling the young girl's moistly quivering furrow 
squeeze against it.  His heavy veined member was being inundated 
by wet warmth and the tight snugness of her exquisite young cunt.
     "OOOOOOAAAAaaah ... OF COURSE ... OH YES ... OH GOD ... YES 
... YES!" she cried out, over and over again.  Jim felt as though 
he had never fucked a woman before ... never known such extreme 
pleasure as he was feeling now.  He panted heavily as his 
massively throbbing penis, moist from Ginnie's flooded channel, 
began a slow pistoning in and out of the velvet warmth of her 
tight, hair-lined cunt.  The tickling hairs of his balls nestled 
into the crevice of her nakedly upturned little buttocks as he 
sank deeper and deeper into her now unresisting passage.  The 
ragged pink edges of her cuntal lips were drawn back with each 
outstroke, and then as he thrust back into her they were swallowed 
up again along with his long piercing organ.
     Pinned beneath the banker she had pursued for so long, Ginnie 
suddenly felt an obscene ecstasy taking hold of her.  She was 
really doing it ... really doing it with Jim Carroll!  She flicked 
her tongue up wildly into the young banker's mouth, spreading her 
long thighs still wider, giving him even greater access to her 
wide-stretched little 17 year-old cunt.
     "OOOOoooh yes, honey, do it like that ... OH JIMMMMM!  That's 
soooo GOOOOD ... yes ... OH ... OH GOD ... LIKE THAT ... LIKE THAT 
... HARDER ... HARDER!  OH GOD ... I LOVE IT ... I LOVE IT ... I 
LOVE YOU ..."


Chapter 4 

     Kay had instructed the cab to let her off at the corner, and 
now she was walking through a light snow, up the winding walk of 
Turnabout Lane.  With each step that she took she told herself to 
turn back.  It almost seemed better not to know.  A horrid sick 
feeling filled her being as she struggled against the wet snow, 
turning up her fur coat collar and trying to avoid being struck in 
the face by it.
     Her small gold wrist watch read exactly 10:30 ... that was 
the time the mysterious voice had specified.  With a self-
conscious uncertainty she began to look at the house numbers.  She 
was almost beginning to think that there was no such number ... 
that the whole thing was just a silly prank cooked up by a bunch 
of kids.  Her heart skipped a beat as she turned the corner.  Some 
of the house numbers were very difficult to read for one could 
hardly see them!  True, Jim had called and had acted very strange 
on the phone today, telling her that he was going out to dinner 
with a colleague in the neighboring town of Stewart Falls ... and 
she had felt instantly that he was lying.  Now she wasn't so sure.  
If the number was fictitious, then her husband Jim might be in 
Stewart Falls restaurant right now! Then, just as her hopes had 
risen, they were suddenly plunged downward.  There before her was 
a large, imposing mansion of a house, set in from the road, with 
brick steps leading upward to the white door-front.  She almost 
turned and ran, but something urged her on, and she found herself 
moving stealthily up the steps.  She was glad that she had worn 
her dark mink coat.  It would make it harder for her to be seen.  
She put up the hood to hide her golden hair, and then slipped 
around to the right side of the house.
     She felt a steely will motivating her, pushing her ... 
something inside of her pushing her toward the window she could 
see ahead of her ... the one that surely must be the correct one!  
She had to find out now ... it was too late to turn back!  She 
knew that she risked being discovered, and perhaps even arrested 
for snooping around this posh neighborhood, but it no longer 
really mattered.  She had to know if her husband was in that house 
... if her husband was behind that window.  Biting her lower lip 
hard, she grasped the edge of the window-sill, pulling herself up 
slightly on tip-toe so that she could see over the high ledge.  
There were no lights on inside, but the moon came from behind the 
clouds and shone over her shoulder illuminating the scene.

*    *    *

     Jim wormed his heatedly wildly throbbing cock up between the 
young girl's nakedly spread legs, his pounding hardness expanding 
more and more as he responded to Ginnie's lewd encouragement.  He 
answered her urgent requests with powerful thrusts into her 
willingly wide-held loins, gaining more and more momentum as the 
rapture of his young tormentor's desire overwhelmed him.  His 
mouth wetly locked on hers, he scraped his naked chest back and 
forth over her tender, quivering breasts, feeling their nipple 
points hard and excited beneath him.  Loud mewling noises of 
undeniable pleasure came from her throat as his giant piston 
continued to widen her tightly clasping cuntal shaft.  They 
writhed obscenely together, her hot young cunt nibbling at his 
thick pulsing penis as though she wanted to devour it.  Beneath 
him, Jim could see the 17 year-old girl's lovely face growing more 
and more wanton as her passion increased.  Her neck strained and 
her long auburn hair became a tangled mass as her head flailed to 
and fro.  It was good ... very good!  The best fuck everfor both 
of them!
     From his vantage point Winthrop Morgan could see quite 
clearly.  He did not even bother to hide himself now, since he 
knew that neither his young friend Ginnie nor the rising young 
town banker cared about him being there.  They were too caught up 
in each other.  An earthquake wouldn't have disturbed them now! He 
could see Ginnie's pink bearded little pussy swallowing up Jim's 
long hard cock, even see her crinkled little anus spread wide and 
puckering like a feeding fish's mouth beneath the other man's 
slapping testicles.  He clasped his own eagerly longing cock in 
his hand and began to imagine how it would be when he joined them. 
Back and forth his foreskin slipped over his long hardness as he 
moved closer to their nakedly writhing bodies.  He could imagine 
his own thickly impatient cock sliding into Ginnie's sweet baby 
cunt ... her moist, hot pussy walls would cling to it and it would 
feel ... wonderful!
     Slowly he advanced upon the copulating couple.  He hoped that 
Jim Carroll wouldn't mind him horning in on the act, but then the 
younger man really had no choice.  After all, he was a guest in 
his house, and it looked as if he was bent on fucking little 
Ginnie, no matter what.  Encouraged by these thoughts, he 
insinuated his bulky form beside them on the bed, chuckling 
mirthfully to himself as Jim paused in mid action, his big 
churning cock half way out of Ginnie's wildly thrashing little 
pussy. The wonderful odor of wet sex met Morgan's flaring nostrils 
as he spoke, "Don't mind me folks ... just go right on with what 
you are doing!"
     He thought he heard Jim growl something, but then the younger 
man loudly moaned as the teenage girl hungrily pulled him forward 
into her cunt again.
     "OOOOOOOOOH!" she groaned. "OOOOOHHH GOOOOOOD!  OH GOD ... OH 
GOD!" Ginnie was conscious of Morgan's presence beside her, and 
even though she was lost in a lustful world where only she and Jim 
Carroll were important, she felt a distinct annoyance.  The older 
man had promised to stay out of it!  She pushed her legs a bit 
against Jim's back and looked up beseechingly, trying to give 
Morgan the message that they did not want to be bothered.  But Jim 
decided to break communication between the girl and the bank
president, so he pulled her over onto her side where she lay with 
her back toward Morgan ... and in this new position their steaming 
genitals were attached as though they could never come apart 
again.  Jim's long hot cock slithered swiftly up, higher and 
higher into her openly defenseless cunt, striking a new place 
inside of her that set delicious spasms of desire ringing through 
her tormented pussy.
     "Ginnie, gonna fuck you sooo good!" he mouthed between her 
lips.  His lust-hardened shaft was swollen and engorged from the 
wet, clinging channel of her raging pussy, and he forgot all about 
Winthrop Morgan on the bed beside them.
     Meanwhile, the bank president was not to be so easily put 
off.  He was horny as hell, just watching the two young people go 
at it, and he intended to remedy that situation.
     Before him the long nakedly gleaming length of Ginnie's 
shapely back trembled and swayed, and below this the quivering 
mounds of her buttocks glimmered in the fluctuating moonlight ... 
plunging him deeper into a consuming passion.  The wind blew the 
dark branches of fir trees outside the window creating weird 
shadows along the whiteness of the teenager's smooth skin, and 
Morgan could not resist cupping the two warmly rounded orbs in his 
two hands.  Impulsively, he snuggled up against her spine.  He 
moved down a bit, and let his heatedly throbbing cock rest up 
between the smooth, lightly clenching crevice that separated her 
cream white nether cheeks.  Suddenly he realized what he was going 
to do.  It was a splendid idea, he realized, as he grunted with 
pleasure.  Jim's forward thrusts into Ginnie's streaming cunt, 
pushed her curvaceous young body back against him, thereby forcing 
the short excited length of his cock deeper into the crevice of 
the girl's softly yielding buttocks. Quickly, without changing his 
position, he stretched his arm over for the drawer of the little 
bedside table.  Inside, his fingers searched and found the jar of 
water-base petroleum jelly. Working rapidly now, he took a glob of 
the clear grease and smeared it over the head of his lust-swollen 
penis.  He placed a second glob in the anal crevice of the 
wantonly writhing teenage girl and, without her being aware of 
what he was doing, worked the slippery lubricant into her tightly 
puckered little anus.
     Ginnie was aware of the older banker's presence back there, 
his sliding hot cock nudging between her spread buttocks, but she 
could not relinquish the delightful pleasure of Jim's long 
hardened flesh fucking up into her overheated vagina.  The great 
heat of his hard body against her, his strong muscular arms 
holding her, extracting wails of pleasure from her lips as he 
entered her spread cuntal lips powerfully ... each magnificent 
stroke counted toward an orgasm that would not be long in coming.  
As the moments passed, she could sometimes ignore the presence 
behind her, but then a few seconds later she would feel her tender 
buttocks being stretched wider apart by their millionaire host, 
and the surprisingly slippery, pulsating tip of his penis would 
tease at the tiny puckered mouth of her anus.  The pressure of the 
older man's hotly throbbing cock increased ... and increased.  
Abruptly she knew what he was trying to do!
     "OOOOOOOOH WINNIE NOOOOOOO!" she groaned into Jim's mouth.  
But it was too late!  Winthrop Morgan clasped his arms around her 
waist from behind, his arms encountering Jim's as they circled the 
other way.  Shocked, the young banker moved his hands downward to 
Ginnie's slender young hips, and he heard her cry out, her entire 
body shivering and quaking forward against him, creating a 
wonderful sensation against his outrageously swollen cock.  Ginnie 
felt the tightly resisting muscles of her anal ring suddenly pop 
open and slip warmly over the smooth greased head of Morgan's 
thickened pole of flesh, involuntarily sucking it up inside the 
tightly clenched walls of her back passage. The older banker's 
massively beating cock pushed cruelly into the naked split of her 
behind, never pausing for a moment on its lubricated upward 
journey as it sought to slip all the way up inside the warm 
confines of her little rectum.  The relentlessly burrowing and 
worming head split the small opening wide, stretching it beyond 
all endurance, ramming ever forward as it made its insistent 
penetration.
     In great and searing pain, Ginnie jerked forward.  She 
thought she was being ripped in two back there!  She had never 
felt anything like it in her entire life.  A few times men had 
slid their fingers into her rectum, but never anything as big as 
Winthrop Morgan's cock!  The big thick pole that still churned in 
her vagina met the unwanted elongated shaft that ground 
ceaselessly in her rectum, and she could feel the friction of the 
two male instruments rubbing against each other, only a thin 
partition separating them inside her!  COULD SHE TAKE IT?  She 
groaned in anguish, holding onto Jim's shoulders in front of her, 
clinging tightly and grinding her teeth in pain.  Her nakedly 
wide-spread ass cheeks were being harshly separated, her backside 
was ceaselessly filled ... she was being impaled from both sides, 
and she struggled weakly to get away.
     But to her surprise, Jim held her fast!
     In spite of what Morgan might be doing to the girl, the young 
banker realized that he was in a situation now where anything 
could happen. And he was not going to back down from it.  He felt 
a very strange kind of comradeship with Winthrop Morgan.  They 
were both men, and they would both ravish and enjoy this hot 
little bitch as much as they liked, and make her like it too!  He 
had never in his entire life done anything nearly as exciting as 
this, and it made the hair on the back of his neck stand on end.  
It was almost as though someone was watching him, but he knew that 
that was impossible. Savagely, he let his rock-hard penis arch 
upward into the young girl's wetly clasping vagina.  She had 
started it all ... not he ... now she was going to finish it up!
     Both of Ginnie's delicate feminine openings were now being 
assaulted; her clitoris was being rubbed hard against the wiry 
pubic hair of Jim's groin with each slap he made against her, and 
surging waves of pain and pressure swept through her backside as 
Morgan's thick rubbery staff ground deeper and deeper into her 
puckered little brown anus, reaching for the farthest depths of 
her bowels.  Jim's hands moved up to her breasts, and he muttered 
lewd obscenities into her mouth.  She was getting a lot more than 
she had bargained for that evening!  "Atta' girl, Ginnie ... Atta' 
girl!" Winthrop grunted behind her.  The harder her inexperienced 
young rectum tried to expel his unwanted cock, the harder and 
farther he thrust into her belly.  The feeling against his lust-
swollen penis was masochistically wonderful.  She was so tight 
back there that even he himself grunted with pain ... in spite of 
the greasy lubricant which made his fevered thrusts slip easily in 
and out.  But the pleasure he was getting far outweighed the 
discomfort, and he continued to bump forward against her, still 
clasping her tiny waist, pulling her ever back against him, while 
Jim pulled her constantly forward.  She moved between the two 
highly aroused men like a big rag doll, her entire nakedly pink 
and white teenaged body trembling and shaking.
     With long, smooth strokes Winthrop Morgan lunged the full 
length of his straining hardness into the helplessly exposed back 
passage of the teenaged girl who lay in his bed.  This was a lot 
better than the blow job she'd given him the time before!  And the 
idea that she was getting it from both ends was highly amusing to 
him, not to say extremely satisfying from a physical point of 
view.  He made a mental note to try this again, perhaps even later 
that very night with some of the other guests who were in the 
other room.
     Ginnie felt a terrible anger building up inside her.  She was 
being used ... USED ... when it was she who had intended to do the 
using!  The whole thing went completely against her nature and was 
directly opposite her plan for her life. That two men would use 
her body like this, inflicting their wills upon her own, KNOWING 
that they were hurting her was something she could not abide!
     The cute teenager prayed that she would have the strength to 
endure it ... and later to get revenge on both of them for doing 
this to her. Never had she been so totally possessed.  She also 
remembered that right at that very moment Kay Carroll was quite 
probably watching the whole obscene thing, and she felt 
embarrassed that the older woman would see her this way, instead 
of the way she had intended.  She had wanted Mrs. Carroll to see 
her making beautiful romantic love with Jim ... not being stuck 
like a squealing pig from both ends ... helplessly skewered 
between two rampaging cocks.  She had to end it soon, one way or 
another.

*    *    *

     Kay Carroll clung to the edge of the window sill.  Beneath 
her leather gloves she knew that her knuckles must be white with 
strain and cold. Her feet, even though garbed in fur-lined boots 
were icy cold in the snow beneath the window and she was chilled 
through completely.  Tears streamed down her face, forming icy 
crystals on her cheeks as she observed the horrible scene inside 
the house with disbelieving, horrified eyes.  She had wanted to 
turn and run screaming some time ago, but had been unable to move 
from the spot.  Something had kept her there, some masochism had 
impelled her ... had made her want to see it ALL! ... every dirty 
thing that her husband was involved in!
     She had wanted to melt right into the snow, to disappear from 
the face of the earth forever, so as not to have to face the 
hideous reality of what was going on in that room.  But she 
remained through it all, a betrayed wife, watching her husband 
taking part in the brutal ravishment of a young girl.  She could 
sometimes see them very clearly when the moon came out from behind 
the clouds.  At other times they were but murky shadows, like 
faintly seen demons from someone's personal hell.  Now she could 
see Jim's naked buttocks facing the window, his muscular, hairy 
legs ... the same ones she had loved so much to look at when, 
before their marriage, they would go swimming out by the lake.  
Those same legs flexed and moved crab-like against the young 
girl's thighs as he flexed his hips up against her, sending his 
huge speeding cock high into her defenseless little womb,
     Kay could see the other man behind them, and she thought that 
he looked familiar to her, but could not place his face ... As for 
the girl, from time to time her pert little face became highly 
visible, and Kay could take in the entire shocking panorama of 
pain, lust, and then more wanton lust as it etched itself on her 
youthful features.  Then suddenly Kay dropped to the ground.  For 
a brief instant the girl's eyes had opened wide and the peering 
wife could have sworn that she was looking directly at her through 
the window.
     Kay crouched, trembling in the snow.  "I must have been 
mistaken!" she thought.  "She couldn't have possibly seen me!"
     But she was so frightened and emotionally exhausted that she 
crept along the side of the house until she got to the front, then 
she ran down the steps to the sidewalk, and, without once looking 
back, she kept on running in the cold night air, until she got far 
away from Turnabout Lane.

*    *    *

     Ginnie closed her eyes tight and felt bitter tears squeezing 
from beneath her long mascaraed eye-lashes.  She had looked 
directly into Kay Carroll's eyes ... she was sure of it.  Unless 
it was some trick of her imagination, she had read the horror, 
disgust, and hurt in the other woman's eyes.  Her own torment had 
become a blinding force within her, and the humiliation of having 
been watched by the very woman she wanted to triumph over made her 
feel for an instant the total indecency of what she had set up for 
the other woman to see.  But it was too late now to do anything 
about that!  She could only bend her efforts and try to get 
herself out of this mess!
     With an almost superhuman effort, she suddenly ground her 
buttocks backward, deliberately meeting the pain, meeting Winthrop 
Morgan's ramming cock head on.  The hurt almost made her faint, 
but she did it again and again, desperately trying to finish him 
off so that she would not feel the terrible pressure of his 
unwanted, grease-slickened penis in her bowels.  Furiously, she 
squirmed her backside toward him in lewd invitation to him to 
continue his indecent ravishment.  But she had not reckoned with 
Jim, and with each hard back thrust she made, her clinging vagina 
massaged the massive instrument of his surging cock with even 
greater force.
     "OOOOOOOHHHHH CHRIST!" he groaned, and suddenly he was 
bucking and churning against her, his massively pulsating penis 
slipping and worming itself up inside her hotly clasping cunt with 
new determination.  Grunting and groaning into her mouth, he knew 
he was going to cream into her at any second.  It was too good to 
go on for much longer!
     In spite of herself Ginnie felt herself beginning to respond 
to Jim again.  Deep inside her filled pussy a spark sprang up and 
then simply, without warning, exploded all out of control.  
Frantically she clung to his hair, her head flung back so hard 
that she hit Winthrop Morgan in the face.  Her mouth gaped open 
wide, and her eyes rolled back into their sockets as she felt Jim 
plowing steadily into the tumultuous pit of her cunt.  Behind her 
Morgan jerked upward into her buttocks and groaned loudly as he 
began to spurt thick hot jets of cum far up in the heated passage 
of her trembling white ass. His huge spewing cock quivered inside 
her, as her auburn hair flew from side to side, covering his face 
with its perfumed softness.  She herself bucked and shimmied like 
an untamed animal against the two men.
     "AAAAAAAAOOOOOOOO! OOOOOOHHHHHH YEEEEESSSSSS!" she cried, 
screaming, "Yes!  YES!" over and over again as the waves of an 
all-powerful orgasm began to pound inside her wildly rejoicing 
pussy.
     The two menJim, the up and coming young banker on the one 
side, and Winthrop Morgan, the well-established tycoon, on the 
other sidesqueezed and caressed her nakedly writhing tender flesh 
as the final convulsive stage of their ruthless fucking took hold 
of them all.
     Jim could feel her cumming.  Her tight little cunt was 
thirstily kneading at his jerking cock, milking him, and he was 
bursting apart himself. It was all coming loose, and he could feel 
his long exploding penis swelling inside of her with lightning 
speed.  He made one last surging lunge into her, and then released 
wave after wave of his hot, thick cum deep into the burning 
passage of her flaring young pussy.  His hairy balls smacked wetly 
against the smooth inner thighs, and he pressed in, feeling her 
tightly climaxing vagina filling with the sticky, white fluid of 
his own raging orgasm.
     "HOT CUNT!" he groaned into her ear. Exhausted and thoroughly 
delighted, he fell back from her shuddering young nakedness.  His 
spent penis slipped from her flooded vagina, and he lay on his 
back breathing heavily, his naked arm pressed against the cold of 
the window pane next to him.
     "Now that's what I call fuckin'!" he heard Winthrop Morgan's 
voice say.
     "I agree!" Jim said softly, more to himself than to anyone 
else.


Chapter 5 

     Jane Anderson put the teapot on the stove and turned on the 
fire beneath it.  "What she really needs is a drink!" she said out 
loud to herself.  In her living room, a few feet away, sat her 
sister-in-law, Kay.  All upset and about to have a nervous 
breakdown because she'd discovered Jim was cheating on her!  Jane 
went over to the cabinet and took out a bottle of brandy.  She 
supposed that she ought to be a little more sympathetic, but she 
knew that her husband, Kay's brother, was not cheating on her!  
The other way round was more like it.  She wished that more women 
would wise up to the fact that there's no sense sitting home alone 
all the time when there are interesting people in the world 
besides your husband!
     Jane was tall and buxom, her dark hair framed her face in 
such a way that many people compared her to Jane Russell.  She 
always laughed whenever anyone said this, but was inwardly pleased 
at the comparison.  Her big breasts were always an asset wherever 
she went, with men anyway, and she really did not care much about 
women.  She cared a lot about her husband, Ed, though, in spite of 
a few casual encounters she'd had since their marriage, and the 
only thing she really had to complain about was his jealousy.  
Why, she had not even looked at another man in months, but to hear 
Ed tell it, she was just champing at the bit.
     "Well," she thought now as she poured some brandy for her 
sister-in-law, "Maybe I am!" Something about Kay's story had made 
her get that old gnawing feeling in the pit of her belly. Yes, it 
would be nice to do some just plain old fucking with someone else 
besides Ed ... and the sooner the better!  She took a small tray 
with the brandy and the tea pot and cups into the living room.  
Kay sat on the couch biting her fingernails, her long, blonde hair 
was a mess.
     "God, you've really got it bad, kid!" Jane said putting the 
tray down in front of the slightly younger woman.  "It's not all 
that horrible, honey!" She sat down next to her on the couch, 
letting her short skirt ride up and exposing her statuesque legs 
clear up to the thighs.
     Kay moved over a bit.  She was almost sorry that she had 
come.  But she'd not known who to turn to after the horrible 
awakening about what kind of man her husband really was ... and 
finally after giving it some thought, she'd come over to her 
brother's house to talk to his wife, Jane.  Jane was a little 
crude, and Kay had not always liked her, but she knew that the 
older woman had much more experience than she had had with men, 
and consequently she hoped to get some kind of advice from her.
     "You'd better drink more of that brandy than the tea, 
sweetie.  You're shaking like a leaf!  Now come on, tell me the 
rest!  Don't tell me that you actually went to that address?"
     Kay nodded her head solemnly, yes!  She was going to break 
into tears again at any moment if Jane did not stop talking to her 
like that!
     "Oh, Jane," she blubbered, setting her brandy glass down, "I 
know I'm a fool ... I may have done the wrong thing ... but don't 
make it any worse!"
     Jane apologized and sat still.  She'd just let her blonde 
sister-in-law tell her everything in her own time.  They had all 
afternoon before Ed got back from the gas station.  He'd come in 
around five or so to get dinner and then go back and work at night 
for a few hours.  He owned the station and did all the repairs 
himself.  She wondered what Ed would say if he saw his normally 
cool, calm, and collected sister now! Jane bet he had never seen 
Kay like this!  Jane had always been a little jealous of her 
sister-in-law.  What with her being married to that gorgeous hunk 
of bachelor, Jim.  Jane thought now of the lucky young lady who 
was receiving his favors, wondering who'd had the guts to go after 
him.  Jim was hardly the type of person to start anything on his 
own!
     Jane carefully studied her young sister-in-law's face.  "God, 
even when she's been crying all night and day, she still looks 
like a goddamn goddess!" she thought.  "If I'd been crying like 
that I'd have to spend two days at home with the blinds drawn."  
Kay was going on meanwhile, stuttering out the entire story of the 
phone call and the horrid sight of what she'd seen at the house on 
Turnabout Lane.  Jane listened, her face as passive as she could 
possibly make it, considering the fact that she was getting more 
and more excited by Kay's description of the three-way orgy.
     "Whew!" she exclaimed, "That must have been really something 
... seeing them in there buck naked and ..."
     "Oh, please, Jane ... PLEASE!" Kay was crying again, and Jane 
felt a distinct sensation of hostility toward her sister-in-law.  
It was probably all her fault that Jim had to look elsewhere for a 
little excitement, she figured. She was secretly glad that 
something had at last happened to shake up her prim, little 
housewife of a sister-in-law!
     "Well, come on, kid, stop crying ... you want me to help you 
figure out something?  My feeling is that you should ignore the 
whole thing.  Jim is just having a little fling ... most men get 
around to it eventually ... and he'll be his old self again before 
you know it!"  She was helping herself to more of the brandy and 
pouring another glass for Kay as well.  She said every reassuring 
phrase that came to her mind, all the while thinking about that 
address on Turnabout Lane.  She remembered going to a wild party 
there last year, and she'd heard tell then that the host was 
Winthrop Morgan ... It was hard to tell because everyone had been 
blindfolded, and Morgan was known to own over six properties in 
and around town.  Jane was very interested to learn that the 
parties were on again.  She'd only been able to get away one time 
last year, and the thought that she might get another chance to go 
to one of the swinging affairs was an extremely pleasant one.  She 
needed a little fun!  If only she could think of some way to get 
out of the house!  Her husband Ed was very interested in how she 
spent just about every waking hour, and it wasn't going to be easy 
to get away once she did get herself invited to one of those 
parties!
     "Do you really think that's the way to handle it?" Kay 
inquired, shakily sipping her tea, and then setting it down to 
lift the brandy glass which was indeed easier to handle.
     "What?  Oh, yes ... ignore it ... pretend that you do not 
know a thing ... get yourself a few new frilly undies and make it 
up to him in bed!" Jane was thinking that she herself would be 
very interested in "making it up" to her handsome brother-in-law 
herself.  Maybe, one day she would get the chance!
     Kay shuddered.  "I won't let that filthy monster touch me!  
The very thought of it makes my skin crawl!!"
     "Well, honey ... that's not quite the right attitude ..." 
Jane tried to persuade her husband's younger sister to be more 
lenient toward Jim, all the while thinking, "You little simp ... 
what do you think you've got down there between your legs ... Fort 
Knox?"
     The two women talked until it began to grow dark outside, and 
Jane got up to defrost the dinner she was planning for her husband 
that night.  It was a special lasagna dish that she had made 
herself a few weeks earlier and frozen so that they could enjoy 
the treat later on.  Ed always enjoyed her good cooking and Jane 
was very proud that she was able to keep his stomach as well as 
his body satisfied.  Her mother had always told her that the way 
to a man's heart was through his stomach, but she had never relied 
solely upon her dinners to keep Ed contented.  Actually it wasn't 
so much to keep him happy that she encouraged their extremely 
active sexual life together.  She herself seemed to need an extra 
amount of satisfaction, just to maintain her equilibrium.  That 
was why she occasionally felt the urge to cheat on her husband Ed.
     She made a strong, hot toddy for Kay who seemed unable to 
budge from the living room sofa, and then busied herself in the 
kitchen.  She was very curious to see Ed's reaction when he came 
home and found his sister half-stewed in the living room.  She got 
a little kick out of the idea that finally Kay would slip from 
that pedestal that Ed always kept her on.  Kay was no better than 
anyone else ... he would find that out soon enough!  Her sister-
in-law was finally getting a little taste of life, instead of just 
going around like some giant Barbie doll with a mound of flesh-
colored plaster where her cunt ought to be!  She was feeling so 
good that she began to sing in the kitchen, and shortly the 
wonderful aroma of the lasagna and fresh broccoli filled the 
kitchen.  She made a dressing for the salad, and then dashed 
upstairs to change.  She glanced into the living room on her way 
up and noted that Kay had turned on the television set.  The news 
was on ... something about the war, and Kay was sitting as though 
mesmerized watching it. "Jim's not getting any supper tonight!" 
Jane thought as she changed into a gold blouse that had a deep 
"vee" neckline.  She pulled on a pair of tight black stretch knit 
pants, and pleased with herself, went back downstairs.  She was 
expecting Ed at any moment now.
     She paused in the living room to ask Kay if she would like to 
stay for dinner, but Kay declined.  "I'm going home in a few 
minutes, Jane ... as soon as I get myself together!  You have a 
new TV!"
     "Oh, yes ... the color ... well, you know we really can't 
afford it ... but the last time we were at your house Ed was so 
taken with your color TV that he decided we had to have one, too.  
The payments are not too bad, though.  I guess yours is paid for!"
     "Y ... yes ... it is ..." Kay felt a little dizzy.  She did 
not feel better at all after having confided in her sister-in-law.  
In some ways she felt worse ... much worse!  There was an 
emptiness inside her ... a hollow that had once been filled with 
the secure feeling she'd had about herself and her place in the 
world.  Now she didn't quite know who she was or what was going to 
happen next.  She felt frightened, and even though she knew that 
she ought to leave, Kay thought perhaps she might feel better if 
she could just see her brother.  He always cheered her up.  She 
knew that Ed had always looked after her when they were little, 
calling her a fairy princess.  He still called her princess, in 
fact. Of course she couldn't tell him anything about what had 
happened ... but just one of his bear hugs would feel awfully good 
right then!
     Jane stared at her for a second; it was obvious the blonde 
was not going to leave.  "Well, you just relax and try to take 
your mind off your troubles.  You'll see things will be ship-shape 
in a few weeks!"  Jane disappeared into the kitchen. She felt 
terribly angry at Kay and slammed a few pots around before calming 
down.  "Ought to be home taking care of her husband, so he doesn't 
have to get it in the street!" she mumbled.  Jane felt extremely 
agitated.  Her buxom body was filled with a nervousness that she 
knew Kay's story had caused.  She knew that if Kay wasn't there 
moping in the living room, she would seduce Ed the second he came 
in the door, and they would have a good time right there on the 
couch.  Often it was hours before they got around to having their 
dinner.
     Suddenly there was the sound of Ed's car in the drive, and 
Jane looked quickly into the mirror that she kept in the broom 
closet.  Her crimson lipstick was perfect, and her black curly 
hair shone in the overhead kitchen light.  The familiar sound of 
Ed's footsteps sounded in the snow outside the back door, and Jane 
flicked on the light outside, opening the door in time to greet 
her stocky, wearily grinning husband.  His face was cold as she 
kissed him, but his warm lips and tongue responded readily to hers 
as she put her arms around him right there in the doorway.
     "Hey ... let me get my coat off anyway!" Ed was pleased, 
though, as he scratched his sandy hair.  He was in the mood 
tonight, and had thought about Jane all the way home from the 
garage.  He'd been working hard all day, and the warm kitchen with 
its good smells, and Jane's affectionate welcome conspired to give 
him the feeling that there was indeed no place like home. 
     Jane felt the tension that Kay's visit had created in her 
dissipating as she drew Ed into the kitchen.  She had a sudden 
inspiration.  Why tell her husband right away that his sister was 
sitting in the living room.  He would find that out later. Right 
now they could have a little fun right there in the kitchen, and 
no one would be the wiser.
     Slowly, Jane's hands moved along Ed's body, worming under his 
jacket to the top of his pants. She quickly unzipped his fly and 
felt the rigidity of his sturdy penis throbbing heatedly against 
her fingers as she worked, and then she reached for it, and 
withdrew the rapidly growing stalk of hot flesh from his pants.
     "HEY!" he cried out, steadying himself by putting his hands 
on the kitchen counter.  But he was chuckling, his already red 
face flushing a deep crimson as he waited to see what Jane would 
do next.  Jane was already crouching down in front of him.  "Don't 
you worry," she said, "Nothing will burn ..."
     "I'm already burning up," he countered, looking down on the 
top of her dark head.  She began stroking him, sliding the loose 
flesh up and down in a slow, magical rhythm that caused Ed's thick 
meaty cock to ache with longing beyond endurance.  She knelt down 
onto the tiled kitchen floor and her red, wetly parted lips 
hovered a scant few inches over the moistly pulsing head of his 
penis.  She held it tightly now, between both her hands, stroking 
it between the flat of her palms in a teasing up and down motion 
that caused his hips to move back and forth in time to her 
maddening caress.  Then Jane's head dropped slowly down toward his 
pulsating hardness and, suddenly, her tongue darted forward, 
snakelike, the tip of it teasing at the wetness of the tiny gland 
on the end.
     Ed sucked in his breath from the sudden contact.  Chills 
rippled along the back of his spine, bringing the low rumble of a 
lustful moan to his lips as Jane brought her mouth down all the 
way and enclosed the whole of the sensitive cock head in a warm, 
moist pressure.  Her soft lips tightened around it just below the 
head, trapping it completely inside the dark, wet cavern of her 
mouth.
     "CHRIST!" he groaned, looking down at her shining black hair.  
She moved her head a bit and he could see his hard shaft of flesh 
sunk half-way between her tightly ovalled lips, and the sight 
increased the sensation ten times over, sending shuddering 
titillations all through him. His cock was wet and glistening as 
Jane gently began to massage the soft resiliency of his testicles 
with one hand and to stroke the base of his penis with the other, 
taking it between thumb and forefinger as she continued sucking 
gently up and down.  It was incredible!
     Ed could feel the softness of her tongue twirling madly 
around his impatiently throbbing member just as her lips pulled 
upward, the tip flicking magically across the tiny opening of the 
gland on the end.  He flexed his buttocks and groaned again.  This 
time louder!
     In front of him, Jane could feel his throbbing reaction and 
began to suck a little harder.  She let the tips of her teeth dig 
gently, ever so gently, into the hard, resisting flesh leaving 
small white trails where they had pressured the blood from beneath 
the surface of the skin.  Her wetly quivering tongue began to 
swipe around and around the growing head of his cock until he 
thought it was near the bursting point.  He could see the shaft 
growing bigger and bigger with each forward thrust of his wife's 
head, and he pushed forward sending almost all of the rigid shaft 
deep into her throat.  Ed was certain that she would choke on it, 
but Jane took it in her stride and continued the maddening 
sucking, only pausing from time to time to gasp for breath.
     Great swirls of heat were building deep, deep in his balls as 
he watched her at work over his hard excitedly pulsating cock.  He 
had never seen her so determined, and she lunged over his lust-
swollen flesh as though she had gone mad. The muscles of Ed's
stomach tightened until he thought they would snap from the 
pressure, as he began to push forward still harder, thrusting his 
cock even further into the warm moistness of her open mouth.  The 
red, painted flesh of her lips pulled out from her mouth, clinging 
greedily to his thrusting hard-working cock and he could see the 
crimson ring around his wetly glistening shaft where her lipstick 
had rubbed off.
     Over and over again Ed groaned, and his lips moved crazily as 
he spit out the sounds from between clenched teeth.  Then suddenly 
he gasped!  The moment was here and now!  A low, guttural sound 
started somewhere deep in his chest as he felt the hot, sticky 
sperm begin its mad dash from the hidden sanctity of his balls. It 
began spewing in thick hot streams into Jane's voraciously sucking 
mouth.  Ed's head snapped back, and he looked toward the kitchen 
ceiling. He had almost forgotten where they were.  For some reason 
his eyes focused on the kitchen clock that was high on the wall 
facing them; 6:29 it said.  Looking down, he saw Jane's cheeks 
expanding and hollowing like a bellows as she greedily swallowed 
the warm flooding gushes of his cum to keep from choking:
     "OOOOOHHHH BABY ... BABY ... BABY ... BAAABBYY!!" he shouted, 
his hands tangling cruelly in her dark hair, holding her head to 
the wonderful throbbing of his loins as he pushed his squirting 
instrument all the way down to her tonsils.  She went on sucking 
wildly as he emptied the white hot liquid into the incredible soft 
warmth of her mouth and throat.
     Ed moaned a last heart-rending sound and grunted finally in 
complete fulfillment.  Slowly then his big prick began to deflate 
inside of Jane's mouth, but she continued sucking softly, gently 
drawing every last tiny drop of the sticky sperm from his spent 
cock.
     When every last sensation had ebbed from his drained 
instrument, Ed felt Jane slowly, oh, so slowly, slipping her mouth 
from it.
     "OH JESUS!" he said.  A rush of sensation invaded him again, 
it was as though he wanted an immediate repeat, but then it was 
over.  The warm air of the kitchen struck his quivering naked 
member, and Ed realized that he was starving.
     Jane rose a little unsteadily from her knees, smiling broadly 
at her craggy faced husband. "Like it?" she inquired, making big, 
innocent brown eyes at him, her face flushed from her exertions.
     "LIKE IT?  Are you kidding, baby ... you blew my mind!  
You're gonna' get yours too ... I promise you that ... but first 
feed me ... I'm hungry as a horse!"
     "It's already, hon ... and, oh yes, there is someone in the 
living room!" Jane laughed silently inside herself, thinking of 
Kay sitting there drinking while she sucked off her brother's cock 
in the kitchen.  What a laugh!
     "WHAT?  You're kidding ... and you did that to me ... Jesus!  
Why didn't you tell me ...?"  He was already headed toward the 
living room.  Jane started taking the lasagna out of the oven.
     "There's nobody here!" Ed's voice bellowed back from the 
living room.  "Who the hell was it anyway?  Or are you just 
putting me on?"

*    *    *

     Kay picked herself up out of the snow drift. She stood knee 
deep in snow, having left her boots at her brother's house in her 
hasty exit. She had managed to grab her coat from the stand by the 
front door as she sped past, panicking as she jerked at the door, 
fleeing the lewd sounds of her brother's obscene pleasure.
     Through bleary eyes, bloodshot from tears and the brandy her 
sister-in-law had pressed on her, she looked up at the dark, 
cloudy sky.  Has the world gone mad?  The entire world?  Or only 
me?
     Having heard the strange strangled sounds coming from the 
kitchen, Kay had rushed to help Jane, thinking perhaps that she 
had burned herself.  The sound was so awful that she had already 
visualized taking her to a nearby hospital for aid.  But as she 
reached the door to the kitchen, she came to a sudden halt, for 
there in front of her were her brother and his wife.  Her brother 
was standing by the back door bracing himself against the counter, 
his eyes closed in what seemed to be ecstatic bliss.  While she 
watched, he emitted another low groan that seemed to come from 
deep inside his chest.  His hands gripped Jane's bobbing head, 
pushing it steadily up and down upon his stiff, upstanding penis.
     From her position, Kay could see it clearly, the beet-red, 
wetly glistening shaft appeared and disappeared into Jane's 
tightly ovalled lips.  Kay thought she would never forget the way 
it looked or the expression upon her brother's face.  Never had 
she thought of her brother in such a way, and now she had seen him 
indulging in that lewd act ... and enjoying it!  She knew that her 
sister-in-law Jane was to blame for Ed's wanton behavior in the 
kitchen, but yet she felt she could not forgive her brother for 
succumbing to it.
     She began to trudge along the snow.  Her feet were beginning 
to grow icy cold.  She shivered. The sight of Ed's thick, bloated 
penis seemed etched in her mind and she could not rid herself of 
it.  Men ... she thought ... perhaps her blas sister-in-law was 
correct ... maybe they were all alike!  Maybe they all liked 
orgies and filthy things!  The thought added to her already deep 
depression as Kay continued home.  She had only a few blocks to 
go, but without boots it seemed an eternity before she reached the 
shelter of her home.


Chapter 6 

     It was very uncomfortable sleeping on the sofa in the 
library, but Kay couldn't back down now.  She had made a big issue 
of it, and for the past week and a half Jim had the bedroom to 
himself.  Each day was more difficult than the last, and Kay 
hardly knew whether to cook dinner or not to cook dinner, for 
Jim's hours were so irregular.  Sometimes she would decide not to 
make anything at all, and she would go to a movie; that would be 
the night her husband came straight home from the bank, hoping for 
a home cooked meal.  What was difficult was that Kay had a very 
hard time looking at him ... just looking at his face made her 
recall the night she had watched him through the window at 457 
Turnabout Lane.  Then she would start crying again, her tears 
uncontrollable as she fought back the urge to tell him that she 
knew everything, that indeed she had seen just about every horrid 
detail of his indiscretion.
     When he came home late, she would get to wondering if he had 
been out with that girl again.  She'd lie awake in the library, 
listening to the sound of his key in the lock, and then his 
footsteps as he went past her door into the bedroom that they used 
to share together.  Some nights his steps were uneven and 
faltering, and Kay suspected that he'd been out drinking.  On one 
such night he had stopped outside her door, and for a few moments 
her heart thudded in her chest at the thought that he might try to 
come in.  She couldn't remember whether or not she had locked the 
door, and she held her breath until he finally moved on.  She 
heaved a sigh of relief, but deep down inside something was 
disappointed.  She tossed and turned on the lumpy studio couch.  
What if he had come in? What if he had tried to make love to her?
     There was a strange longing for him in her loins that she 
could not really deny as she tried desperately to fall asleep.  
But she knew that her normal sexual desires were for Jim as the 
perfect lover ... the man she'd thought she was getting before her 
marriage, and not the unfeeling beast she'd gotten!  It was 
terrible to have such a thought ... the feeling of still being in 
love with him, even though she knew that it was more than probable 
that their differences would never be straightened out now.  Not 
after what he'd done!  And yet she continued.  Each day was a 
limbo during which she could visualize herself living alone one 
day, a sad and unhappy grass widow who would never marry again ... 
never know the delights of a wonderful husband ... never know the 
delight a wonderful romantic husband could offer.
     It looked as though there would be no change at all, but then 
one afternoon Kay was preparing a special dinnerhoping Jim would 
come home and would perhaps discuss their differenceswhen the 
phone rang.  Wiping her hands on her apron, she picked up the wall 
receiver that hung in the dining nook.
     "Hi there ... it's Jane.  How are you, hon?"
     Kay felt her whole body stiffening.  She had not heard from 
either her brother or sister-in-law since the day she had 
mistakenly run to Jane for advice.  The anger and embarrassment 
she had felt when she'd stumbled upon them in the kitchen still 
consumed her, especially at night before she went to sleep ... 
when she would think back on the good times she and her brother 
had had as children, and contrast it with the odd way she felt 
toward him now that she had witnessed such an intimate act between 
him and his wife.  She held it against both of them, but 
especially against Jane.
     "Y ... yes ... Oh, I'm fine!" she replied, trying to hide the 
resentment in her voice.
     "Listen, sweetie, I've been thinking about your problem, you 
know?"
     "Listen Jane ... believe me, I can make out OK without any 
..."
     "No ... you've got to hear me out.  Trust me ... I know just 
how to make that man of yours come to his senses.  And it will 
only take a few short hours!  Now, are you interested?"
     Kay's hopes rose.  Perhaps there was some salvation after 
all, and crude and awful as she was, her brother's wife might have 
the answer! In spite of a warning voice that cautioned her, she 
let her voice betray her hope.
     When Jane heard this, she knew she would be able to persuade 
Kay to go to the party with her.  It had been a wild idea, but it 
looked like it was going to work!  Ed certainly couldn't object to 
her going out with his sister, and before the night was through 
she would have what she wanted ... a little fun in a few other 
guys' arms, and Kay might just have what she wanted. Quickly she 
detailed her plan, not mentioning that it was going to be an out 
and out orgy.  She emphasized that Jim would be there, as would 
some of Granger's better known citizens.
     "I'm sure that Jim's going to be there," Jane continued 
hurriedly, "... and probably with that same chick, too, no doubt 
... the one you saw him with the last time.  Now if you appear 
there, and Jim sees you, he'll think someone else invited you ... 
and he will get so jealous and ashamed of himself that you two 
have just got to make up!"
     "But what kind of a party is it, Jane ... are you sure it's 
not one of those orgies!"
     "Well, yeah ..." Jane said, thinking fast, "A few people 
might disappear into a bedroom for a little fast loving before the 
night is out, but you and Jim will be walking out of there before 
that happens ... walking out of there arm in arm ... or at least 
you'll make up by the time you get home!"
     "Well ... I just don't know ... Jane, I don't think I could 
face meeting those terrible people, and then seeing Jim ... and 
that girl!!!"
     "Do you want him back or not?  You're not a little girl any 
more, honey ... you've got to fight like a woman ... otherwise ... 
curtains!"
     Kay felt a twitch in her face as Jane spit out her words, and 
as much as she was against the whole idea, she knew that she would 
do it.  She had absolutely no idea what else to do about the mess 
her life was in.
     She would be fighting "fire with fire".  It was an expression 
her mother, when she was still alive, liked to use, and now, for 
the first time in her life, Kay was going to take her mother's 
advice.  She hung up the phone and realized she was shivering with 
the thought about what she had agreed to, but as she roamed the 
empty, sterile house she felt that she had to take some positive 
step to end the limbo her life had become.  It didn't even look as 
though she and Jim lived in the house ... it looked like one of 
those model homes set up for a hypothetical family ... and at the 
moment, that was exactly what Kay had, and she decided that even 
complete failure ... divorce and shame were better than what she 
was going through at the moment.
     As usual, she heard nothing from Jim about his plans for that 
evening.  She didn't doubt for a moment that he would be going to 
that address again.  He had probably been going there steadily 
since that first night she had spied on him.  The thought sent the 
usual twisting knife through her insides, and she desperately 
tried to calm herself as she dumped the beginnings of a very 
special meal down the garbage disposal.  She watched, almost 
mesmerized, as it was sucked down the drain and shredded by a 
hundred whirling little knife blades.  When it was all gone and 
the roaring sound had subsided to a shrill whine, the young wife 
nodded vigorously and then, tight-lipped, raced upstairs, her 
small feet padding soundlessly on the carpeted stairs.  She would 
have a lot to do before she was ready to attend that party of 
Turnabout Lane.  It involved turning herself into a completely 
different person ... a woman who was strong enough to face her 
husband and his teen-aged mistress, as well as the other loose 
moraled people he consorted with.  There was also hopefully, the 
strong possibility that she would come in contact with the person 
who had been so hateful as to send her that anonymous letter.
     She lay energetically filing her nails, across the big, 
double bed that was now occupied by her husband on the nights when 
he returned home.  The room itself was a mess since Kay had not 
entered it since Jim's departure for the bank that morning.  But 
somehow she cherished the disorder of the room as some sign of 
life in the house.
     "TONIGHT," she thought, "I'll be another woman ... A woman 
who can take Jim away from that girl!"  Her fists clenched tightly 
in determination, she dug her fingernails so hard into her palms 
that she almost drew blood.

*    *    *

     Jane hung up the phone, and then jumped up and did a little 
dance around the room.  She laughed and held onto her bouncing 
breasts to keep their weight from hurting as she swung around.  
Her halter top and tight pants looked as though they might give 
way at any moment under the stress of her motions, but they held 
until at last she sat back down again on the comfortable lounge 
chair.  Out of breath, she reached forward and flicked on the 
color TV. There was a program coming on shortly: "The Doctors" ... 
it was a soap opera that took place in a hospital, and she never 
missed a single day if possible.  She found it was easy to do just 
about anything else she wanted to and still watch the program for 
the plot developed so slowly that it was almost impossible to miss 
an important moment.  Now as the familiar faces of the actors 
appeared on the large screen, she thought once again about the 
party that night.  Her husband, Ed, jealous as he was, would never 
question her if she was going out with his sister.  That had been 
the main reason for setting it all up with Kay, her motivation 
being to have a good time for herself.  It also pleased her that 
she was going to get her prissy sister-in-law to attend an out and 
out orgy.  She doubted if Kay had any real idea of what could 
happen before Jim showed up ... if he did show up!
     Jane had gone to a lot of trouble to find out about the party 
... one of a series on Turnabout Lane.  She had been forced to 
contact an old lover, an insurance broker who was always up on 
such things in and around Granger.  Then she had to practically 
blackmail him into revealing the information to her.  She found 
out that he had seen Jim at the last two parties, and that the 
handsome young banker was almost certain to attend the next one 
with his new girl-friend, l7 year-old Ginnie Reordon.  The pair 
had been going at it hot and heavy for the past two weeks, and her 
broker friend doubted if the romance would have cooled off just 
yet, judging from the things he had seen.
     Jane smiled to herself and let her hand drop casually between 
her spread legs, feeling the tight material of her pants stretched 
taut over her pronounced pubic mound.  She felt a familiar 
sensation of longing down there up between her full, tightly 
encased thighs, and she was glad that she was going to get a 
little action that night. She knew it would have to last her for a 
while, since heaven knew when she would manage to get away from 
her husband's eagle eye again.
     She decided to call Kay back and suggest that her young 
sister-in-law come to meet her at the house.  That way they could 
leave together, supposedly for the movies, and good old Ed would 
never be the wiser!

*    *    *

     Ed Anderson cautiously closed the door behind the two women, 
and continued to peer out from behind the curtain watching them 
walk down the driveway toward the rebuilt VW that Jane drove.  He 
had worked hard on that little car for her, but every time she 
drove away in it, he had that awful feeling that she was going to 
meet somebody in it.  He watched his wife getting into the 
driver's side and then his sister Kay got in the other side.  
There was something very strange about the whole thing!  Jane was 
dressed casually in a sweater and skirt ... but his blonde sister, 
Kay, was wearing a cocktail dress, and a very revealing one at 
that ... the sexy kind of a thing that he had never seen her wear 
before, he'd noticed too, that she had hardly met his eye during 
the five or ten minutes that she had been in the house.  He was 
really certain now that his sister had seen Jane sucking him off 
in the kitchen that night, although his wife had assured him that 
it was impossible, telling him that Kay had called later to say 
that she had left in a hurry because something was in the oven and 
she feared the house would catch on fire.
     Just as the little VW sped away, Ed abruptly recalled that 
his sister had the automatic kind of oven that would turn itself 
off if ever anything like that had happened.  When he'd first 
heard his wife's excuse for Kay's hasty departure, he had been 
glad to believe that his sensitive younger sister hadn't seen him 
indulging in something he knew she probably would consider a lewd 
act.  "Well ... maybe it is lewd," he thought, "but when your wife 
does it to you it's Ok!"
     Still, though, it really didn't explain why Kay could not 
even look at him.  Christ!  She'd looked as if she had done 
somethingnot him!  And then there was the fact that Jane and Kay 
were going out to that movie ... the one in Havers Falls ... 
something called "A Woman's Story" ... the sexy kind of thing that 
Jane might be interested in ... but Ed hardly thought his sister 
would enjoy a Swedish movie about a bunch of horny broads.  And, 
finally, the two women had never been friendly before, and Ed 
could understand why, what with Kay being so sophisticated and 
all, married to a banker, and Jane being ... well, down to earth.  
Why were they suddenly so buddy, buddy?  Goddammit! They were up 
to something!
     Before he had even finished formulating these thoughts, Ed 
was running out the back door.  His beat up Chevy was waiting in 
the drive, and Ed knew that if he hurried he would find them ... 
not in Havers Falls, but right here in Granger.  He had an image 
of Kay in that cocktail dress, her smooth, white breasts hanging 
out so far that Ed thought they might fall out if she bent over 
too far.  He couldn't remember ever having seen his sister's 
breasts ... unless it was that one time when they were kids ... 
when he had surprised her in the shower.  He'd done it on purpose 
really, but even at the time he hadn't admitted it to himself.  He 
could still remember the shocked expression on Kay's face.  She 
had been about 14 with perfectly formed little breasts ... and the 
golden triangle of her pussy had been lightly covered with a 
silken down.  Ed remembered his eyes locking with his sister's and 
each reading shock ... and some other mysterious thing ... in the 
depths of their dilated pupils.
     The car started right away and the snow tires crunched upon 
the ice in the driveway.
     "Christ!" Ed intoned out loud.  "I know that I can't trust 
Jane as far as I can throw a stick ... but my baby sister, Kay?  
What in the hell are they up to?" He raced to the corner just in 
time to see the red VW turning right at the next corner, and since 
Ed knew that definitely was not the road to Havers Falls, he 
speeded up considerably, at the same time being careful to keep 
his distance ... so that his wife and sister would not see him!


Chapter 7 

     Kay was terrified!  She and Jane were greeted at the door by 
two males wearing masks, and to her horror one of the men was 
naked to the waist, and clad in red tights from the waist down.  
His rather large and ungainly feet were encased in a pair of 
outsized high heels that probably dated from 1942, judging from 
their style.  It was so bizarre that she would have bolted then 
and there had not her sister-in-law kept a tight grip upon the 
soft, naked flesh of her arm.
     Jane seemed to know the one in tights very well, and he 
seemed overjoyed to fetch special masks for them, not just the 
plain black eye masks, but two very feminine over-all face masks 
that left only the mouth and chin visible.  The one that Kay chose 
was the face of a cat, and it had silver sparkles all over it 
giving her the appearance of a large Persian when she looked at 
herself in the hall mirror.
     Jane's was a fox mask, and Kay couldn't help thinking how 
much the features of the pointy nosed animal resembled those of 
her sister-in-law.  As nervous as she was, Kay felt considerably 
better once she had the mask on.  It looked rather nice, she 
thought, and it didn't make her feel so self conscious about 
having worn such a revealing dress.  One compensated for the 
other, she told herself.
     "It's like a fiesta, girls!" one of the men was saying.  
"Come on in now ... anyone ever been in Rio during Carnival ... 
madness ... absolute madness!  That's what tonight feels like ... 
Come on in ... there's plenty to drink!"
     Timidly Kay followed her buxom sister-in-law as she entered 
the spacious living room behind the two men.  She wanted to ask 
which of the men was the host, but Jane didn't seem predisposed to 
talking.  The young wife stood just inside the living room and 
looked around at the shadowy figures who were scattered about the 
fire-lit room.  It was still early and there weren't many people 
there, but Kay was quaking with fear that her husband Jim might 
already be there ... that he and that girl might be watching her 
now!  She hoped that the dress, one that she had never worn before 
and which was unlike anything that she had in her extensive 
wardrobe, would help protect her identity until such time as she 
wanted to make it known.  Still, though, she cringed at the 
thought that every single person there ... most of them faceless 
shapes and disembodied cocktail party voices ... was commenting on 
the fact that Mrs. James Carroll had just walked in the door.
     Within seconds drinks had been placed in their hands.  Jane 
had requested a rye and soda from the elderly man who asked her, 
and even though Kay didn't really like the taste, she ordered a 
scotch because she had been led to believe that tasteful people 
drank it.
     "Well, let's just sit over here, honey, until someone 
familiar comes in!" Jane pointed out a low sofa that was on the 
side of the room.  There was a man hovering near them, trying to 
catch their eye, but Kay ignored him and quickly sat down beside 
Jane.  She was thankful, however, that no one else at the 
gathering was wearing anything more bizarre than a business suit.  
The scotch was beginning to calm her nervousness, and for a few 
seconds she was almost able to convince herself that she wasn't 
really Mrs. Kay Carroll ... that she was someone else ... just a 
young woman who would be interested in attending such a party!
     "Jane" she asked curiously, "Do you actually KNOW some of 
these people?  I mean ... have you ...?"
     "Been to parties like this before ... sure ... oh, long 
before your brother and I were married, of course ... but some of 
the old people are still around!"
     "I ... I certainly want to thank you for trying to help me 
out like this ... But ... it does feel strange." Kay looked around 
her. Some of the couples had begun to dance at the other end of 
the room.  "You're definitely right ...  I have to meet Jim on his 
own grounds!"  She spoke the last with a slight quiver of her 
lower lip.  It was still horrible to think that her husband was 
being so grossly unfaithful to her.  That there was not a shadow 
of doubt about it, or of the fact that he chose to flaunt his new 
lover shamelessly at public gatherings like this!  Her eyes burned 
a little, and she was thankful that her mask hid her expression.  
Her fingers twisted painfully around each other, and she sat with 
her legs tightly crossed, so much so that the circulation of her 
lower leg was being cut off.  She changed position to keep it from 
falling asleep and noted that her inner thighs beneath her nylons 
were moist and clammy from nervousness.
     "Oh, God," she thought, "I've got to have another drink ...  
Suppose Jim were to walk in now, what would I do?"  The way she 
had visualized it was totally different from the actuality of the 
party.  It really didn't seem so very different from any party 
that she had been to except that everyone was wearing a mask ... 
and, of course, there'd been that man in the tights and high 
heels.  Earlier, she had imagined herself deep in conversation 
with some handsome, very attentive man.  She had brought along a 
package of cigarettes in case she needed to do something with her 
hands.  The handsome man would be lighting her cigarette, and she 
would be contemplating going out for some air with him ... he 
would beg her to leave the party with him, and just then Jim would 
come in with that little snip.  He would be tiring of her already, 
for he would have found out that there was no substance to her ... 
no real substance. And she, Kay, would laugh up into the 
stranger's face, blowing out the smoke of her cigarette, and Jim 
would rush over to her and angrily take her away from the party.  
She would know that he still loved her, and that night ... oh, she 
knew full well, that that night in bed she would respond to him, 
whatever his mood.  She would be ready for him!
     She felt a sudden undeniable twitch between her legs at the 
thought of it.  If only she could get a second chance!
     Kay was snapped out of her reverie by the realization that 
Jane was getting up.  The man she had noticed earlier had 
approached them and had asked Jane to dance.  To the blonde young 
wife's dismay her buxom sister-in-law jumped up eagerly, and was 
being danced away to a lively Latin beat before any objections 
could be made.  She could see the outline of Jane's full, rounded 
buttocks swaying in time to the music, the two loaves of her soft, 
girdleless behind trapped in the tightness of her skirt, 
struggling against the material ... and then Kay could no longer 
see her at all.
     A feeling of utter loneliness came over her as her dark-
haired sister-in-law disappeared in what had become a sea of 
people, and to keep from spinning off into a panic, Kay stood up 
and headed toward the bar, where a congenial bartender 
administered drinks and snacks.  Kay was shocked by her 
surroundings in that the house was more elegant than any she and 
Jim had ever been invited to in their usual social activities, and 
the caliber of the food and liquor that was served was obviously 
of a top cut.  She had expected something a shade seedier somehow.  
The second scotch tasted good and, uncertainly, Kay looked around 
her.  She was afraid of being approached by anyone, and yet she 
was more afraid of being alone ... an unwanted wallflower ...
     Several unattached men seemed to be looking at her, and self-
conscious, despite her cat mask, Kay began to walk away from the 
bar.  Perhaps she could find the bathroom, or some place where she 
could relax for a few minutes and freshen her lipstick, the only 
part of her make-up visible beneath her mask.  She wandered down a 
dimly lighted hallway and discovered a small room to the left that 
appeared to be the study.  After looking inside and seeing that 
the room was empty, Kay entered and closed the door behind her, 
then collapsed on a leather sofa that faced a wall of books.  She 
felt as though a great weight had been lifted from her.
     The strain was really tremendous, and she was thankful for 
the opportunity to be away from the party.  She began to wonder 
what on earth she was doing there at all!  In the calm and quiet 
of the library room Kay finished her drink, and decided that the 
thing to do now was to leave. She would go outside in a few 
minutes and find Jane, and together they would depart ... before 
Jim came and found her there ... before anything real could 
happen.  It would be as though she had never come at all, and she 
would find some other way to solve her problems ... some way that 
did not involve such masquerading.
     "WHAT'S NEW PUSSY CAT?"  Kay nearly jumped out of her skin at 
the sound of a man's voice behind her.  She whirled around on her 
seat, and almost dropped her glass when she saw a tall, black man 
directly behind the sofa.  His friendly smile only frightened her, 
and all she could think of was screaming ... screaming at the top 
of her lungs.  She began to search for her purse on the sofa, and 
started to scramble to her feet.
     "I ... I was just leaving.  Going home ...  Excuse me, I 
didn't know there was anyone in this room ..."
     The large man pulled himself up to his full height, and Kay 
found herself craning her neck in order to see him clearly.  He 
was well over 6 feet, and in fact, Kay didn't think she had ever 
seen a man as tall as he was.
     "I was doing some meditation exercises behind the sofa there 
..." he said.  "Nothing like it for clearing the head.  Especially 
when it's so noisy out there with all those prowling cats looking 
for a bird in someone else's tree."
     "I ... I see ... well, I really must be going ..." Kay stood 
and started toward the door.
     "What's your hurry ...  You're not still frightened are you?"  
There was something menacing in the dark man's tone that sent a 
shiver of fear tracing down Kay's spine.  She was thankful that he 
could not see her face ... or her eyes ... surely they would give 
away the utter terror she felt.
     "No ... no, of course not ..." she stammered, lying.  "No ... 
I just ... have to go, that's all."  There were two feet of space 
between her and the door, and Kay realized that this black man 
could easily step in front of her with one giant step and block 
her way.  She remembered that old saying about animals being able 
to scent your fear, and how it was important not to let them know 
it, otherwise they would attack.  But why was she thinking of 
animals.  She couldn't help it ... this big, black man reminded 
her of a primitive creature, the way he stood defiantly watching 
her, his own eyes hidden by a thin, black mask, through which two 
glinting dark points looked out.  She had not known many black 
people, other than her cleaning maids, and a couple of girls in 
high school.  Granger was a predominantly white town, although Kay 
learned through the papers that there was a greater percentage of 
"non-whites" in the area than ever before. Certainly, she had 
never expected to meet a Negro at any party she attended, even 
this one. But now she realized that her thinking was probably 
hopelessly old-fashioned.  If she had seen a man wearing high
heels and tights at the door, why hadn't she expected that there 
might be someone of a different color there.
     "Why don't you stay ... talk a while ... nothing's happening 
out there ... a bunch of meat heads ...  You're much better off in 
here with me ..."  He moved and did just what the blonde wife had 
been afraid of ... standing between her and the door.  He moved 
with the grace of a panther, so easily that she didn't even see 
him do it.  He was just there standing tall and confident in front 
of her, looking down at her with what she took to be a curious 
expression on his face.  She felt suddenly ridiculous in her cat 
mask, and she remembered that her dress was very revealing ... 
revealing the full, smooth whiteness of her breasts to this man, 
and that he probably thought ...
     "Oh, God!" she said, "You mustn't think ... I'm one of those 
out there.  I'm only here because my husband ..."
     "Yeah ... that's why most of the chicks are here ... because 
of their husbands ... usually Daddy wants to swing, and his old 
lady thinks she might just as well know what he's doing, rather 
than have him do it behind her back. After the first time the 
little lady is raring to go ... never knew a little strange cock 
could go down so good!"
     "OH NO ... I ... NO, IT'S NOTHING LIKE THAT!"  Kay stepped 
back, her hands automatically covering the bared part of her 
breasts.  The black man kept on talking as though she had not said 
anything.
     "Or else the little lady's out alone for some fun, cause 
she's not getting any at home!! ... Whatever it is, not many 
chicks will admit it!  Not many chicks will admit they're here for 
sport ... it's always because of someone else that they're doing 
it!"
     "But ... I ... I ... I." Kay was backing steadily away.  She 
glanced behind her, hoping against hope that there might be some 
other way out of the room.
     "YOU TRYING TO TELL ME THAT YOU ARE NOT LIKE ANY OF THE SWEET 
LADIES I'VE BEEN TALKING ABOUT?" he started walking slowly towards 
her, his arms outstretched dramatically to emphasize his ironic 
tone.
     "THAT'S RIGHT ... OH, I'M SO GLAD THAT YOU UNDERSTAND ... I'M 
NOT ... REALLY I'M NOT!"
     The big man laughed, and the sound of the sinister bell-like 
tones dimmed the wonderful hope that Kay had had that she was 
being understood ... that in just a few minutes she would be out 
in the fresh, night air on her way back to her own home.
     "RIGHT!" he almost shouted, "YOU'RE GONNA TELL ME THAT YOU 
DIDN'T KNOW WHAT KIND OF PARTY THIS WAS!!!"  It was obvious that 
he could hardly control his mirth now, and Kay felt her face 
flushing as she almost broke into a run to put herself behind the 
sofa, away from the black man.
     "HEY!" he cried, "DON'T RUN AWAY ... YOU DON'T WANT TO OFFEND 
ME NOW, DO YOU?"
     "No ... no, it's not that ... you've got to listen to me."  
Kay made a last ditch attempt to reason with the man, trying to 
remember that she was a grown woman with intelligence who could 
certainly explain her situation to him.  It just didn't seem 
possible that she could be placed in a position where all her 
upbringing and her recently attained status in the town couldn't 
help her.  But her voice came out a thin quaver, that was not at 
all what she had intended.
     "I ... came in here ... this room ... because I wasn't 
feeling well, and now I've got to get some fresh air ... my 
husband should be arriving at any time now ... to take me home 
..."  It didn't make any sense, but she tried to say something 
that would make some kind of impression on the big black man who 
stood watching her, his hands now on his narrow hips as he 
listened to her pathetic story. Absurdly, she noted that he was 
very well dressed.  Perhaps he was someone very well known, she 
thought ... like that movie star she had seen in a movie once ... 
certainly he was no product of a slum, this man ... he could be 
reasoned with.
     "Fine ..." he said, "We'll just wait for that lucky gentleman 
..."  He sat down on the sofa, deceptively off guard.  Kay thought 
she could make the door if she ran quickly enough.
     "I assume ... he's lucky, that is ... judging from those fine 
knockers of yours ... and that nice, high-class ass.  For a honky 
chick you're not bad at all.  And I bet you like to get your pussy 
tickled."
     Kay stiffened at his vulgarity, sensing her confidence of a 
few moments before commencing to falter.  She blinked her eyes 
tightly shut, and in spite of herself she could feel tiny unwanted 
sensations flitting through her stomach again, like when she'd 
thought of Jim earlier and imagined them making love.
     "HOW ... HOW DARE YOU!!!" she cried, tears beginning to rise 
in her eyes.  "How dare you talk to me like that!"
     "Oh, come off it ..."  He put his head back on the sofa and 
peered up and back at her insolently.  "You're not gonna tell me 
that you're not the least bit curious to know what a good, stiff, 
black prick would feel like up in your little blonde pussy!"
     Kay made a sudden dash for the door, and she was pulling 
desperately at the handles when she felt him overtake her.  His 
long arms wound around her waist, and pulled her away from the 
door.  In what appeared to be an afterthought, he turned the lock 
sideways and it clicked decisively.
     "Oh ... OOOO ... please ..." she screamed, "Don't force me to 
do anything ... I couldn't possibly ... I'll do anything ... money 
... I'll give you money!"
     He was holding her tightly now ... holding her around the 
waist from behind, and she could feel him pulling her closer and 
closer until she could feel the bony hardness of his legs and the 
hardness of his pelvis pressing against her buttocks and the backs 
of her legs.  She heard him chuckle, and she was overcome with 
dreadful apprehension as she felt a stiff bulkiness moving 
ominously against her soft buttocks.  She struggled and twisted to 
free herself, but he held on fast.
     "I don't believe it ... you're gonna offer me money, too???  
I'm gonna get to fuck the shit out of that little pussy between 
your legs ... and get some bread, too??"  His hands moved down 
from her waist, folding over her stomach, the fingers wriggling 
almost gleefully, until he reached the soft mound of her pubic 
"vee" where it lay hidden beneath the skirt of her cocktail dress.
     "No ... PLEASE ... that is not what I mean ... no, don't 
touch me ... you can't make me do anything ... I'm a married woman 
... no one but my husband has ever touched me!"
     "Well, in that case, I'll bet he'll be thankful that someone 
else showed you a few new tricks ... Nothin's worse than an old 
lady who don't know how to fuck and suck!"
     Kay noticed that the black man's speech was becoming more and 
more slurred, his accent getting thicker and now theatrical, with 
each passing second ... whereas at the start he had spoken without 
the slightest trace of an accent. Wild thoughts of kneeing him in 
the groin ... of using a judo hold she had once seen demonstrated 
but didn't really know how to do, entered her mind.  She regretted 
not having taken that karate class that all the women were going 
to at the adult education courses at the high school.  She 
regretted never having tried to get to know any of the few black 
people she had come in contact with in her life ... thinking that 
somehow this might help her reason with this man.  It even 
occurred to her that she was being punished somehow for her secret 
feeling that black people really were asking for too much.  Truth 
was, she didn't have the vaguest idea what they wanted at all, and 
now the odd thought that she was paying for that lack of interest, 
filled her with despair.
     And then, he was drawing her to him, turning her about, 
disregarding her hands against his chest, his powerful arms 
crushing her to him as his hot mouth came down in search of hers, 
finding it, and pressing his lips wetly to hers in a tight 
grinding manner.  She groaned and struggled feebly for a panicky 
moment, feeling his black hand pressed hard to the soft whiteness 
of her breast.  She realized the futility of the situation, and 
let herself go limp, thinking that he might stop and let her go.  
But then she was surprised at how soft his lips became against 
hers, and once more the tiny, little butterflies went flitting 
through her stomach.
     "That wasn't so bad now, was it ..." he said, grinning down 
at her, as his hand began to stroke the softly warm flesh of her 
breast down inside her low cut dress.  "Just relax," he whispered, 
"and let yourself go ... in a few moments you will be wiggling and 
groaning, pulling your legs way back and shoving your cunt in my 
face, so's I can lick your little hot clit!"
     "WHAT????" Kay groaned in desperation, the terrible memory of 
her wedding night coming back to torture her with full force.  Had 
she only known then that something more awful could happen than 
having your husband want to make oral love to you ... something 
like what was happening to her now!  Even her husband's brutal 
rape on their wedding night seemed like a lark, a mere nothing 
compared to the prospect of having this black stranger touch her 
intimately.  But horrible as it was she couldn't fight him.  He 
was too strong for her, and even her own love-starved body was 
beginning to betray her.
     The effect of the drinks she'd had and the abject fear she'd 
been experiencing combined to turn her into a loose bundle of raw 
nerve ends, and she felt herself rapidly losing control.  She knew 
in her bones that to plead anymore was useless, and she made no 
effort to stop his fumbling inside the "vee" of her dress.  
Closing her eyes and biting her lower lip hard, she felt him 
cupping her nakedly sensitive breasts, sending tiny, licking 
flames of passion flowing across the satiny flesh.  To her horror, 
small pinpricks of delicious feeling raced through to the tip of 
the pliant globular mound as the black fingers rolled the pink, 
hardened nipple maddeningly about.  The heat of the big man's 
breath seared her ear, and once more he was moving his head to 
bring his wet hungry lips down on hers.
     Kay felt as though all the substance inside her had melted.  
A kind of madness now inhabited her ... something akin to 
masochism, something similar to the rack victim's love felt for 
the torture-master.  What was happening was so impossible that she 
was almost free to take part in it ... freed from her former self 
and all the problems that she had brought into that room with her.  
In a wild gesture she thrust her own tongue forward sharply, and 
the tall Negro sucked it in deep into the dark wetness of her 
mouth.  OH GOD!  His kisses were like burning fire in her mouth!
     Encouraged by her response, he pulled her over to the sofa.  
"Hey, little girl ... lessee what ya' look like naked!"  His words 
abruptly brought back the realization of what she was doing, and 
she tried to break away from his strong arms.  But she found she 
was almost too weak to stand, much less get away from her 
tormentor.  In futile protest she rolled her head back and forth 
as he sat her down on the sofa, limply moaning as she felt him 
begin to unclothe in front of her.
     Her whole life was swimming before her eyes, just as she had 
heard always happened when you were drowning, and she realized 
that she was drowning ... she was lost ... utterly and totally 
lost.  Naked to the waist he was moving toward her again, his arms 
embracing her, as her hand went flat against his darkly 
glistening, muscular chest.  She was amazed at how smooth his dark 
mahogany skin was ... she had somehow expected it to be rough.  
She moaned once and then his mouth was glued to hers once more, 
his tongue imparting to her mouth a rich taste that was totally 
unfamiliar, moving between her lips and past the barrier of her 
small, white teeth.
     The helpless young blonde was being pushed backward until she 
thought she would have to let herself go, and she did just that 
... and was pushed prone upon the couch.  She dared not look at 
him, and her eyes remained shut.  She gasped rapidly for breath as 
she felt his hand tracing the soft, hot flesh of her inner thighs. 
Her dress fell back with a soft purring noise as it moved on her 
nylon stockings until it reached a smooth patch of nakedly white 
skin.
     Now he was kneeling beside her, his torso pressing hard 
against her breasts, so that only her lower half was mobile; yet 
her legs felt paralyzed as the cool night air in the room caressed 
them, and the Negro's middle finger slid gently inside the elastic 
leg band of her little white panties, actually touching the soft 
membrane interior of her hair-lined slit.  An unexpected and 
unwanted thrill ran through her, so strong that she was literally 
welded to the sofa.  She lay stunned as the warmly sensitive lips 
of her vagina were parted and his fingers slipped smoothly into 
its hot wetness to find the inner lining that enshrined her 
pulsating clitoris.
     Kay's breath caught in her throat, and just then visions of 
Jim loomed up in her fogged brain as if he were somehow standing 
there staring down at her, a contemptuous sneer contorting his 
handsome features ... and behind him, his teenaged mistress ... 
Where were they now?  Somewhere outside that door at that very 
moment ... she froze at the thought ... trying to squirm and 
struggle with renewed strength against the rising emotions in her 
body.  Her fingernails dug into the naked brown flesh of his arms.
     "WHAT THE FUCK?" he howled out, his dark features twisting in 
pain as he glared down at Kay.  "What the fuck's wrong with you 
...  I thought you were digging it!"
     "Get away from me ... don't touch me!" she was shrieking ... 
"YOU BEAST ... YOU ANIMAL!"
     "You shouldn't have said that ..." he reached out, catching 
her wrists and holding them fast, throwing his weight on top of 
her and almost crushing her with his powerful body until she 
couldn't move a muscle.
     "All right, white bitch ... you want it the hard way ... 
you'll get it the hard way ... nobody is going to cock-tease Spade 
Johnnie!" He reached savagely down between them and hooked his 
fingers into the sheer, wispy material of Kay's nylon panties and 
ripped them away with one vicious jerk.
     "I was gonna' make it nice for you ... but now I'm goinna 
fuck you like a pig ... ever see pigs fuckin'?  It's something 
else!  And you can scream all you like, ol' Winnie Morgan has the 
thickest walls in town!"
     It was the first time that Kay had heard the banker's name, 
and the thought that he was the host of the party ... someone to 
whom she probably had spoken to outside ... threw her off balance.
     "OH GOD ... NO ... I'M SORRY ... DON'T ... DON'T DO IT TO 
ME!" she pleaded, hot tears streaming down her chest as he grabbed 
her roughly, and shoved her dress up over her hips and around her 
waist, exposing the full ripeness of her white voluptuous thighs, 
the soft hair covering her golden toned pussy quivering below the 
flatness of her belly. Horrified, she felt him fumbling with his 
pants and saw them slide down over his lean hips, and she caught a 
glimpse of his thick black cock in his hands.  It looked like an 
enormous rounded pole, so hard and so big that she could not 
imagine it ever fitting inside any woman, much less inside her.  
He grunted and ground himself down upon her, forcing his way 
between Kay's legs, spreading the long, luscious thighs 
unmercifully as he guided his burgeoning member forward.  Roughly, 
he shoved her legs behind the knees to raise them as high as 
possible, while he positioned the thick, rubbery head of his 
massively throbbing penis to the full fleshy lips of her cringing 
little cunt.
     Kay tossed her blonde head wildly ... the golden curls coming 
free from the elastic on her cat mask ... the mask itself had been 
knocked askew, but it still effectively covered her features.  
Closing her eyes with a shudder of horror, Kay felt the 
insinuating contact of his blood-swollen cock as it pushed against 
the sensitive ragged edges of her involuntarily seeping pussy.  
She held her breath for what seemed an eternity, petrified into 
subjugation, beneath him.
     "OH GOD HELP ME ... OH GOD HELP ME!" she cried, gasping as 
the first hard pressure against the tight elastic opening of her 
hair-fringed vaginal lips.
     He pushed again.
     "AARRGGHHH!" she cried out as the tip slipped through, 
cruelly stretching the tight resilient passage until Kay felt as 
though her thighs were splitting apart from the almost unbearable 
pressure.  It was happening ... it was actually happening ... this 
huge black man was raping her ... forcing her to submit to his 
will ...
     "OH, NO, PLEASE YOU'RE HURTING ME ... YOU'RE HURTING ME!" she 
was suddenly howling at the top of her lungs.  She jerked her eyes 
open in terror and saw the full, evil-looking mask of his face, 
the proud, black features split by a sadistic grin above her, his 
teeth flashing brightly.  "Oh, dear God," she thought, "he is 
going to kill me ... he hates me that much!"
     Above her, Spade Johnnie relished the sight of the young 
white girl's suffering beneath the cruelty of his slow, relentless 
penetration of her helplessly exposed pussy.  Then his grimace 
turned to one of pure lust as he felt her tight inner muscles 
squeezing against his advancing hardness.  The depraved sight of 
her lying helpless and innocent looking beneath him, with the 
surrealistic appearance of her cat-masked face the center of her 
flowering blonde hair drove him wild, and as he looked down and 
took in the sight of his strong and mighty cock disappearing into 
the corn-silk hair of her tight young pussy he let out an 
impatient wail.
     "SHIT ... GOT TO FUCK YOU QUICK ... GOT TO FUCK YOU RIGHT 
AWAY!"  And he came down heavily upon her small body, his weight 
crushing her sensitive breasts against his chest, forcing them 
upward from the encasing cups of her half-bra beneath her cocktail 
dress.  His slender hips were thrust forward with the same smooth 
motion, sending his long, sleek cock sliding far up into the young 
housewife's wide-spread cunt with a furious rush, pushing the 
soft, moist flesh of her vagina ahead of it in rippling waves.  
There was no stopping him now, not until he felt his big, heavy 
balls slapping heavily into the up-turned cheeks of her tightly 
clenched buttocks.
     "OH GOD NO NOOOO!" she wailed beneath the Negro.  She had 
never been entered by anyone else but her husband, and even the 
horror of her wedding night when she had been a virgin, was 
nothing compared to the shrill pain she now felt.  Her streaming 
inner passage felt as if this stranger's brutally plunging cock 
had ripped it into a thousand tiny shreds.  She was speared, 
skewered by the chunky knob of his huge heated penis ... and it 
lay sunk deep in her cringing young belly, filling up her entire 
insides!  It seemed to be pushing everything out of her, leaving 
no room for anything.  She lay immobile beneath him, afraid to 
stir for fear of more pain, while he remained unmoving above her.  
Their labored breathing hung between them, filling the silence of 
the room.  Dimly, through the locked door muffled sounds of music 
and people's voices reached their ears.  But neither could really 
comprehend anything other than what was taking place between them.  
Then suddenly Kay felt a throb from deep inside.  It was the 
breadth and length of Spade Johnnie's long virile cock jerking up 
into her another half-inch as he flexed it within her tightly 
constricted vagina.
     "Uuuuugh!" she grunted breathlessly, her face twisting with 
the shooting pain.
     "You sure are tight, baby!  But Spade Johnnie'll fix that ... 
gonna stretch you good!" he taunted, flexing his hotly pulsating 
penis deep within her again.
     "Aaaaaagh!" she groaned, deeper this time, the cords of her 
long neck standing out from the pressure of her resistance.
     "NOW DON'T TELL ME IT DON'T FEEL GOOD!" he grinned down at 
her.
     Kay did not answer, only rolled her head in pain and 
humiliation.
     "Answer me!" he commanded.  "Most chicks would be giving 
their eye teeth for a taste of this good cock o' mine!"  He arched 
up into her again, harshly.
     "OH ... yes ... yes ..." she cried, afraid now to offend him, 
for fear he might do something even more offensive to her.  
Perhaps she thought, if she went along with him he would be easier 
with her.
     "Beg me then!" he sneered down at her.
     "B ... Beg?  NO ... NO ... I ... I don't know what you mean 
... I ..."
     "Let me hear you beg me for it ...  Tell Daddy how much you 
need it ..."
     Her eyes pleaded with his through her mask. "No ... NO ... 
OOOOOO ... NO I CAN'T!" she cried.
     "DAMN IT! ... BEG BITCH AND BEG NOW!!!!" The big black man 
throbbed his massive swollen cudgel down deep into her tightly 
quivering belly once more.
     "OH DEAR GOD ... DON'T ... PLEASE DON'T ... AREN'T YOU HUMAN?  
HOW CAN YOU DO THIS TO ME?"  She fought with all her strength and 
courage she could muster to escape the depraved humiliation he was 
inflicting on her.  She couldn't willingly submit to the crude 
Negro ... she just couldn't.  Deeper and deeper he pushed into 
her, suddenly ripping at the front of her dress and clawing the 
flimsy material of her bra away until her nakedly warm breasts 
were exposed to his pawing, squeezing fingers.  The soft white 
flesh contrasted sharply with the dark brown of his strong hands.
     "DO IT!" he commanded her, a raging fire burning in his eyes.  
"Beg me, Blondie!"
     "OOOOOOOoooh ..." Kay moaned her resistance ebbing from her 
in recognition of the pain and helplessness of her position. "Uhh 
... Do it ... please, do it to me!"
     "NO ... NOT LIKE THAT ... SAY FUCK ... FUCK ... SAY FUCK ME 
... YOU BIG BEAUTIFUL BLACK MOTHERFUCKER!" He hissed down into her 
face, his face reflecting a brutal delight at the agonized 
expression on the young, white housewife's lips.
     "Ooo fuck me ..." she began weakly.
     "FINISH IT!" he shouted, wanting to drain the last tiny spark 
of pride that this proud white young bitch might have left.
     "FUCK ME YOU BEAUTIFUL BLACK MOTHERFUCKER!" she hissed 
through clenched teeth, tears of shame gushing from her eyes as 
she spat out the obscene, lewd words. She had struck bottom, 
reaching the utter depths of degradation.  She could never again 
face her husband, even though he had been so grossly unfaithful to 
her.  She would never be able to hold her head up in the 
community, knowing that once she had been pinned to this sofa, 
filled by the blunt hard member of a big black brutish man!  A man 
who had extracted unforgivable words from her lips.  Nothing was 
left of her that was of any value ... there was nothing now but 
the huge fleshy tormenting instrument buried deep inside her 
inflamed vagina.
     Above her Spade Johnnie sensed the loss of the young wife's 
last remaining ounce of resistance, and clamping his wet mouth 
over hers he began a slow rocking motion between her wide-spread 
thighs.  The agony sent tiny explosions of pain inside her, 
searing at the soft sensitivity of her abused pussy, as his motion 
widened the tightly clasping passage with each short stroke.  Kay 
groaned in hopeless defeat beneath his weight ... a defeat and 
resignation which was, in fact, a total surrender.  He was killing 
her slowly; she wanted to die ... and in her desperation, she 
tried to help him kill her. She began punching her pelvis up 
against his long hard shaft, feeling it going deeper, even deeper 
up into her ... and she screamed with each powerful thrust she 
made upward.
     Gradually, though, something was changing inside her.  In 
place of the ugly pain, lewd flames of masochistic desire began 
coursing through her veins, and she no longer had a shred of will 
to fight it.  In spite of her repugnance and horror she began 
responding sexually and eagerly to the Negro man who lay between 
her long, open thighs.  His wetly skewering cock moved ever upward 
into her unresisting cunt, and her whole body began to twist and 
writhe beneath him, as faint mewls of servile acceptance and 
animalistic passion slipped from her tongue.  Her mouth toiled at 
his as her tongue wetly answered his savage thrusts, her neck 
straining and nostrils flaring beneath the cat-mask, a light sweat 
popping out all over her body.
     She felt Johnnie slip his hands down over the naked curves of 
her hips and slide them beneath the wildly thrashing moons of her 
rounded buttocks, cupping them harshly with each hand as he began 
to thrust with greater frenzy.  He jerked Kay harder to his loins 
and she pulled her trembling white thighs back a little more, the 
moistly hot slot of her tormented pussy spreading open to receive 
his heatedly pulsing cock to greater and greater depths beyond the 
soft silk blonde of her wispy pubic hair.
     The maddening pain had passed now, and her legs on either 
side of his impaling shaft of flesh were jerking and quivering in 
an abandon she had never felt before, and which she could not now 
control.  The shamelessly aroused wife closed her eyes, letting 
her tongue slaver loosely up into the black man's mouth, low hums 
of wondrous pleasure rumbling from deep within her throat.  There 
was no longer a single thought in her mind other than the 
delicious sensation of lying beneath this Negro man who was 
fucking her against her will; and she willingly strained to give 
as much pleasure to him as he was giving her.
     Spade Johnnie slaved above the young white girl; now he moved 
with longer, smoother strokes that drew his cock nearly out of her 
tautly clasping vagina, and then plunging forward again until his 
heavy testicles smacked against the nakedly exposed crevice of her 
anus. She was hopelessly impaled, she thought helplessly, and the 
thought raised even greater erotic sensation in her wide-spread 
loins.  Then he brought his hand around to where his long hard 
cock was sliding smoothly in and out of her wetly clasping pussy, 
and Kay felt him begin to fondle the soft hair-lined lips of her 
cunt, milking at his rampaging cock.  He continued to play there 
until softer groans of passion formed in Kay's throat and escaped 
her.  Her ever-widening vagina seemed to gape with longing and it 
greedily swallowed the whole of his dark, powerfully thrusting 
shaft, wanting it to plunge to her very core.
     Suddenly, he was quickening his strokes, hot and pulsating 
deep and the blissful torment caused her to wantonly thrash 
beneath him as though she were the most eager whore from off the 
streets.  She felt him pushing against her so hard that the plane 
of her crotch was wide open to the brutal pounding of his loins as 
he rammed his lust-thickened manhood into her.
     "Aaaah OOOOoooo AAAAA!" she began to chant beneath him, in 
the throes of a wild insane passion.  Again then, he quickened his 
stroke, grunting and groaning, grinding hard and deep, his dark 
cock a deep magenta with passion as it bored hard up into the 
hidden recesses of the young blonde's womb.  She was nothing but a 
mass of exquisitely moist softness beneath him and he knew that 
the end was coming soon for both of them.
     Kay was only vaguely aware of Spade Johnnie's hands running 
over her like searing licking tongues of hot flame, of his soft, 
thick lips, of the friction of his hard body as he squirmed and 
wriggled over her.  This was something beyond belief ... something 
wonderful that she had not dared to experience ... indeed she had 
but never dreamed such passion possible!  And to think that she 
had been denying herself this ... denying Jim this ... for so 
long!  A subconscious understanding of just why her husband might 
have turned to another woman came to her just as she began to 
shriek, "OH FUCK ME ... FUCK ME HARDER ... HARDER ... HARDER!!!"  
She panted and writhed and heard his wailing breath over her.  His 
thick heated cock was a huge, unrelenting thing, raging and 
hurtling into her secret being, making her tingle from the tips of 
her toes to the top of her head.  She gasped, her breath catching 
in her throat.  And then, almost unbelieving, she heard her own 
words of fulfillment, "OH GOD I'M CUMMING ... IIIIMMMMM 
CCCCUUUMMMIINNNGG!" She jerked and bucked up against him, feeling 
his massively pulsating cock grow impossibly huge inside her ... 
and then ... begin to pump hot thick sperm far into the softness 
of her wantonly quivering belly, his juices mingling with hers as 
he moaned like a lost soul with the power of his orgasm.
     Kay's legs jumped convulsively against him, splaying out 
obscenely on either side of his heaving body, and her heart 
pounded in her chest as though it would burst.  She at last knew 
what it was like in heaven ... nothing in the world could be more 
intense than the ecstasy she was experiencing with Spade Johnnie.  
She lay beneath him, motionless now after countless seconds of 
glorious expansion, of feeling her body bursting with light and 
warmth, with golden jewels of fulfillment.  Her body had been 
bruised and satiated ... she had been brought to heights of desire 
that she had never known existed, and now she felt a sudden 
forgotten wave of shame and humiliation return to her, flooding 
her stunned mind, reminding her of who she was and where she was, 
and of the thick savagery of the black man's still pulsating penis 
where it lay buried deep inside her quivering flooded vagina.
     A sob slipped from her chest.  There was only one word for 
it.  She had been "fucked", and "fucked" good ... and in her 
distressed and uncertain way, she had no way of knowing what she 
felt most ... shame ... or joy!


Chapter 8 

     Outside, the party was in full swing, there were about 25 
people there and more were expected before the evening was over.  
Winthrop Morgan was having a very enjoyable time going from room 
to room to check on the pleasure that his guests had discovered 
for themselves, and occasionally partaking thereof.  He was going 
away for a few weeks to get in a little skiing in Switzerland, 
leaving the next morning in fact, and the party he'd set up was by 
way of farewell to Granger and some of its more interesting 
inhabitants.
     He had masked himself, just as the others had, and there were 
still semi-official greeters at the door to make sure that 
everyone wore a mask.  It was his considered opinion that this 
made for a much better time for all, adding just that little extra 
flavor of debauchery that would stimulate his guests beyond the 
norm.  He did not know all the people who were due to come, but 
most of them were friends of trusted friends, all of whom had been 
given a password in order to gain admission to his house.  He 
walked past the door in time to see a stocky, angry man arguing 
with his old friend Jimmy Lubio.  Jimmy's red tights were bulging 
out in front where his rampant penis pushed upward at the 
stretching material, and there was a young man sitting nearby who 
seemed bent on stroking the enormous bulge until it burst or Jimmy 
turned to pay some attention to him..  Right now, though, Jimmy 
was intent upon finding out if the newcomer did or did not know 
the password.
     Morgan sauntered over, inspecting the stocky man at the door 
with an expert eye.
     "I tell you I've forgotten ... but Jane ... Jane's a good 
friend of mine ... I know that she is here already!"
     Morgan stepped forward.  "Let him come in Jimmy ... give him 
a mask ... I think he's all right!"
     Jimmy stepped back and allowed Ed Anderson to enter the 
sumptuously decorated hall.  "Thanks," Ed said to Morgan.  He 
looked wildly around, hoping that he would spot Jane instantly and 
pull her out of there.  But he saw no one, just some dim shadows
in the next room.  Loud music and the sound of laughter echoed 
from the rest of the house, and Ed anxiously tried on the black 
mask that had been given him.
     He was not too surprised to see the door guard and the young 
man with him go off together toward the rear of the house, their 
arms wound lovingly around each other's waists. "Fucking faggots," 
he thought contemptuously.
     Ed had driven all up and down Turnabout Lane when he'd 
discovered Jane's red VW parked at the very end of the long, 
winding road.  It had taken him some time to note that a lot of 
people seemed to be going into one house in particular, and then 
it had taken him some additional time to get up enough courage to 
go up to the mansion and try to gain admission.  He was completely 
wild inside by this time, after having finally figured out that 
Jane must have gotten his sister to cover for her.  She wanted to 
go to the party obviously, and had gotten Kay to pick her up at 
the house and drive there with her.  No doubt his sister had long 
since gone home, and Jane now was having a good time at this 
party.  It only took him a few seconds to see just exactly what 
kind of a party it was, and then he knew that he had to find her 
... to catch her in the act.  He swore to himself that he would 
never let her out of his sight again after this night, and hoped 
he could get to her before anything really happened.
     The older man who had allowed him to enter was now turning 
away, and Ed watched his retreating form.  He was clad in some 
sort of loose flowing Moroccan robe, and Ed was sure that he was 
completely naked underneath it. Inwardly he seethed with anger.  
The man had seemed to know just who "Jane" was.  He had just 
tossed his wife's name out hoping to get in, and surprisingly, it 
had worked.  He stifled an impulse to collar the older man and ask 
him just where Jane was, but then he thought better of it.  Better 
not make a scene at a party like this. There were probably all 
sorts of people around just waiting to throw a trouble maker out.  
His mask was in place, so he headed in the direction of the 
action.
     Winthrop Morgan moved slowly down the hall heading toward the 
back bedrooms.  He was looking for some particularly enticing 
group where he might enjoy the pleasures of several people at 
once.  Already his impatiently throbbing penis was anticipating 
the joy of some nice young girl's warm, wet lips wrapped around 
it.  The heavy beat of African drum music sounded in his ears, 
coming from the speakers that were placed in the hall.
     Noticing that the study door was closed, Morgan pushed at it 
curiously.  Finding it locked, he went instantly to the hall-table 
drawer in which he kept keys for all the rooms.  It had happened 
before that some guest of his had wanted privacy, but he 
considered it a direct affront to his invitation and personally 
saw to it that each and every room could be entered at any time by 
who ever happened to wander by. Muttering to himself, he returned 
to the door, key in hand, and quietly opened it.
     Inside he was just in time to witness the wild climax between 
Spade Johnnie and Kay Carroll. He had no idea who the blonde was, 
but he knew Spade Johnnie well, having had considerable dealings 
with him in the State capital where Johnnie was an acknowledged 
leader in underground affairs.  Sometimes the business of Morgan's 
bank took him very far into the so-called jungles of the 
underworld, and having friends with influence like the wealthy 
self-nicknamed Spade Johnnie was very important.  Therefore, 
Morgan was pleased to see Johnnie having such a good time, even 
though he had to assume that it was he who had locked the study 
door.  Not wishing to disturb the preoccupied couple, he contented 
himself with leaving the heavy oak door ajar and going on his way 
down the hall.

*    *    *

     Slowly, Spade Johnnie pulled out of Kay, his deflated penis 
slipping from her used vaginal passage with a lewd, wet sucking 
sound, and he collapsed beside her.  She could see his cocky, 
spent grin and suddenly she wished she had something she could 
smash him with, something to wipe that horrible expression from 
his face.
     "You ... You Bastard ... Let me up!" she yelled at him.
     "In a minute ... baby ... I thought all you white broads 
liked that "foreplay" and "afterplay" ... now's the time for a 
little "afterplay!"  His fingers wound down between them, tickling 
and touching her up between the legs where the wet slippery juices 
of their mutual orgasm glistened on her thighs, matting her golden 
pubic hair.  His middle finger dug upward separating the moistened 
strands and scraping at the sensitive tissues between the petals 
of her raw and sore vaginal lips.
     "No ... no don't touch me anymore ... NO!" she cried trying 
to pull back from him.  "You dirty, filthy animal ...!"  She gave 
vent to all the rage that had been building up inside her, 
tormented between the aftermath of such exquisite rapture and her 
terrible guilt. Her nails flew at his face and she tried to kick 
her legs outward to get away from him, but he raised up beside 
her, rage making him tremble all over as he grabbed hold of her 
wrists and held them high in the air.  Her torn dress in sections 
around her shoulders and waist, and the exposed area of her ripe 
young loins was still fully revealed to him covered only by the 
wispy shreds of her torn panties around her white flaring hips.
     Kay looked down between his legs and saw his big cock jumping 
alive once more as though it had never been deflated at all.  His 
handsome black face was contorted almost insanely.
     "FILTHY ANIMAL ... I'LL SHOW YOU WHAT A FILTHY ANIMAL IS 
LIKE!"  He pulled her up and then wrenched her around so fast that 
her head spun and she had no time to protest.  Savagely, he pushed 
her face downward upon the large sofa so that the ripe white 
cheeks of her quivering buttocks were nakedly exposed to him; and, 
as he pulled her upward by supporting her hips with his hands, he 
opened up to his sight the tufted underview of her moistly 
cringing pussy.
     Helplessly she sobbed as the muscular black man pushed his 
now rock-hard cock into her yielding, defenseless cunt again.  She 
felt him expand her thighs wide apart once more.  He sprawled over 
her, half lying on top of her swaying buttocks as his hot, meaty 
cock drubbed up and up into her wide, moistly unresisting passage.  
Kay cringed as far forward as she possibly could, but it was no 
use.  There was no way possible to escape the burrowing ramrod of 
Spade Johnnie's raging cock.  She whimpered wildly under this 
renewed depraved assault and knew deep in her bones that the 
impossible was happening again.  A wild, masochistic delight 
sprung full-blown within her outraged loins, and trembling from 
the harsh forward thrusts into her open passage, her knees 
unsteady beneath her, Kay began to arch her back and fuck back at 
the big Negro's lunging cock.  His thick savage penis jerked 
convulsively within her and the forbidden pleasure that she had 
known just moments before returned tenfold to haunt her.  She had 
never felt so blatantly wanton in her whole life.  Dear God, she 
wondered as she mewled and moaned into the fabric of the sofa ...  
What was happening to her ... for the first time she knew what 
people meant when they said the devil made them do it!  She knew 
that it had to be a demon inside her to make her behave this way 
... to make her feel the outrageously wonderful things she was 
feeling!  As her torment continued Kay could not help calling back 
encouragement to her dark lover.  "OH ... OH YES ... LIKE THAT ... 
YES, HURT ME ... HURT ME ... OOOOOOH IT'S GOOD ... IT'S SOOO 
GOOOD!  YOU FUCKING BLACK BEAST ... ANI-III-MAAAL!!!

*    *    *

     Ed Anderson thought he must have been standing in that 
doorway for an eternity.  He had caught sight of them as he made 
his way down the hall in search of his wife, Jane ... the blonde 
girl in the cat mask and the big black man.  He had never seen 
anything so depraved in his entire life!  He knew it was wrong, 
but he was unable to take his eyes from their madly gyrating 
shapes of their partially clothed bodies. The girl had the most 
incredible way of snuggling her bared white buttocks back to meet 
the lean hardness of the black man's loins, and he could clearly 
see the shiny surface of the man's bloated stone-hard cock as it 
slid easily up into the shamelessly open wound of the girl's 
vagina.
     In spite of his quest for Jane, he stood transfixed, while 
the strangely exciting love-making went on and on.  He felt a 
tingle of excitement himself as he listened to the blonde girl's 
moaning encouragement and heard the Negro call her ugly, demeaning 
names.  The two of them were acting out a drama that he only half 
understood on some unconscious level, and on this same primitive 
level Ed found himself growing more and more excited.  His own 
rapidly awakening penis began to swell with desire as he stood 
just inside the door now, and the single mindedness he'd had upon 
entering the elegant home on Turnabout Lane was being rapidly 
replaced by another thought.
     God, he'd like to feel that lively little cunt clinging to 
his cock!  There was something truly magnificent about the girl, 
and although he couldn't see her face, he almost felt that he knew 
her.  She reminded him a bit of his sister Kay, but, of course, 
there was no real similarity, he reminded himself.  It was just 
that the girl had a fresh, young quality about her ... an element 
of class ... that somehow came through even though she was 
indulging in the most obscene display of sensuality imaginable.  
This odd combination of wanton exhibitionism and graceful beauty 
made him mindful of one of the most potent fantasies of his young 
manhood.  He had always wanted a woman like that ... one who would 
present the most impeccable decorum in public, but who privately 
and at home alone with him would shamelessly display her most 
wanton inner nature.  Jane was all on the surface ... there was 
nothing mysterious or secret about her, and even though he loved 
her, he could imagine great improvements in her personality ... 
improvements that he now mentally imparted to the writhing girl on 
the sofa.
     Imperceptibly he moved closer to the wildly thrashing couple.  
His clothing felt uncomfortable, a hindrance to the sweating 
surfaces of his body.  He began to take them off, bit by bit 
divesting himself of them until he stood completely naked before 
them.  Their grunts and groans of lust were quickening and seemed 
to be reaching a fever peak.  He stood, gaping down at them, 
holding his stiffly erect cock in his hands, using thumb and 
forefinger to slide the thickness of his foreskin back over the 
glistening head.  He had an ache inside him for that girl, and 
certainly no one would be the wiser if he were somehow to get a 
turn at her. He waited, impatiently then, after all he was fully 
justified, the good Lord knew what his wife was doing at that very 
moment!  No one would hold it against him if he took this one 
little liberty ... just this one time.
     Kay had gone through an almost transformation.  A fire roared 
in her loins as her nakedly gyrating body was caught up in an 
insane vortex of raw animal-lust that she could not and would not 
deny.  She felt as though she could go on forever this way ... and 
she tried to pull him in closer to her, awkwardly twisting her 
hands backwards to his thrusting hips and scraping at them as she 
sought to get more of his thick driving penis into her nakedly 
hungry young cunt.  She needed more ... much more, and her eyes 
bulging out, saliva freely flowing from between her parted lips, 
she strained against Spade Johnnie wanting him deeper inside the 
tingling soft, pink edges of her pussy.
     "Fuck deeper!  DEEPER!  YOU ANIMAL" she screamed at him in a 
frenzy that bordered on acute hysteria.  Johnnie clutched the 
cheeks of Kay's wildly quivering buttocks and drove his long cock 
in to the hilt.  Then he fell forward and rammed his tongue 
sideways into her wide open mouth, feeling the young, white 
housewife suck wildly on it causing him so much pain that he had 
to pull it back out of her mouth. Mercilessly he battered against 
her, his pelvis hammering at her wantonly rotating high-held ass 
cheeks with mindless rhythmic blows.
     "NNNNNNNNNGH!" she groaned.  It was coming ... and she was 
coming to climax AGAIN!  It was something she needed more than 
anything else in the world, and she bucked beneath him 
maddeningly, uncontrollably.  Then abruptly she sensed his 
plunging cock stiffen without warning.  A thick splash of hotness 
spurted against her womb, and then another.  He was spewing his 
white hot semen far into the lewdly milking walls of her tortured 
pussy.  She groaned in disappointment!  It was too cruel ... She 
had been only seconds away ... the peak of her orgasm had been so 
close ... so very close.
     Exhausted, Spade Johnnie pulled out of her wetly sucking 
orifice, his cock making a soft, wet sound as air rushed into her 
gaping vagina to replace it.  Gasping, Kay thrust her empty loins 
high in the air ... tears of passion streamed down her cheeks, 
slipping beneath the crumpled, hot surface of her mask.  She tried 
to think clearly ... to remember where she was and what she was 
doing there, but something had been unleashed inside her that she 
had no way to combat.  Too many years of frustration had built up 
inside her, and now in this one shattering evening she was 
discovering what the world was all about ... what magic she held 
within the soft confines of her nakedly quivering loins.  She 
looked over her shoulder.  Johnnie was standing beside her 
grinning lewdly down at her.
     "MORE!" she gasped, "MORE!"  Behind him she glimpsed another 
figure ... a man, but her dilated pupils were tear-filled and her 
vision was so distorted that she closed them again.  All she 
wanted was to come again.  She had to gloriously feel that 
blissful release coursing through her thoroughly aroused body 
before she could resume her life.
     Groggily, she heard Spade Johnnie muttering something, and 
then hands were touching her, pulling at the tattered remains of 
her clothing. She lay quiet upon her stomach, feeling the hands 
moving up and down along the soft perspiration covered surfaces of 
her now totally naked young body.  She began to whimper with 
pleasure.  Nothing mattered now but the renewed possibility of 
feeling everything mesh within her to create another soul searing 
climax.
     "Oh, God," she breathed back at the unknown newcomer.  "I 
like it ... I like it! Touch me ... touch me ... touch me all 
over!"
     Ed looked down to see his sister's nakedly willing body 
egging him on, undulating with the obscene pleading motions of 
fucking with each feathery touch of his fingers upon her burning 
hot skin.  To him she was a beautiful stranger ... the incarnation 
of all of his secret lusts.  The woman who would satisfy him as no 
known woman had or ever could.

*    *    *

     Jim Carroll had enjoyed his late dinner with Ginnie Reordon, 
but for some reason he didn't really feel like going to Winthrop 
Morgan's party.  He'd been to entirely too many parties recently, 
and although at first it had been a stimulating novelty, all the 
new women, and those wild gang scenes, where sometimes up to 15 
people were all going at it in one room, each one somehow 
connected to the others ... well, all that had been fun ... but 
enough was enough!
     The young banker pulled his car into a convenient parking 
spot near Morgan's house and turned off the motor.  He sat 
motionless for a moment, trying to clear his mind.  There had been 
wine, quite a bit of wine at dinner.  They'd gone out to Al's 
place by the Lake, and to make up for Ginnie's high school prattle 
and lack of interesting conversation, he'd found himself drinking 
more and more.
     He cut the lights and stared out into the darkness in front 
of the car.  What he really wanted to do was to go home and go to 
bed. Even though it was a lonely feeling sleeping in that big 
double bed alone, tonight he knew that he would drop off to sleep 
right away.  Then maybe the next morning he'd be able to give a 
little thought to what he was going to do about Kay.
     But Winthrop Morgan would be personally insulted, he knew, if 
he didn't at least put in an appearance at his going away party.  
And besides, the older banker had dropped a most interesting hint 
the last time they'd met.  He was in need of a new number two man 
at his bank ... the rival one to Jim's just down the street on 
Broadway. And being number two man to Winthrop Morgan was 
something that no one could afford to turn down.  It would take 
him years of hard work and dedication to reach a comparable level 
at his own bank.  Morgan could see to it that the board of 
directors approved his nomination, and there he'd be, sitting 
pretty at age 33.  Not many men could make that claim!
     "What are you thinking about, Jim?" Ginnie asked sweetly.  
She had sat patiently long enough, she decided.  Jim was certainly 
getting moody, and she wanted to know why so she could figure out 
what to do about it.  She just couldn't let him get away now that 
she had held his interest this long!
     "Thinking about lots of things," Jim said enigmatically.  He 
did not like her prying.  After all, he had not made her any 
promises, just taken her to dinner a few times, gone to those fuck 
parties ... she was beginning to act as though they had some sort 
of permanent agreement!  He'd have to stop seeing her ... do it 
properly, though, or she might try a little genteel blackmail.
     "Okay ..." he said suddenly, "Let's go!"
     Once inside, Ginnie hoped that Jim would be able to get back 
to being his old self again.  She tried to think of some 
especially interesting thing that she could get him involved in at 
the party as she trudged beside him in the snow.  A light powder 
had accumulated since the snow began earlier that evening, and the 
forecast was for 4 inches before the night was out.
     The lights shone brightly in one or two of the windows at 457 
Turnabout Lane, but all the others had yellow or red toned glows 
emanating from behind the drawn curtains.  It looked as if the 
party were going full swing.  Ginnie felt the same old excitement 
take hold of her as they approached the front door.  Within 
moments, she knew she might be in the arms of some complete 
stranger, and her indestructible young pussy trembled moistly up 
between her thighs at the thought of it.  She almost forgot about 
Jim's strange mood as they rang the doorbell.
     "Is this where the flower people are?" she asked, 
immediately, using the code words to establish them immediately as 
insiders.  Jim snorted beside her.
     "Sure thing, honey, come on in!" Jimmy Lubio was wearing one 
of the many robes that Morgan had provided for his guests.  It was 
white and gave the effect of a toga, especially since Jimmy had 
wound a garland of fresh flowers in a circle around his head.  He 
found that being what almost amounted to a doorman at some of 
Morgan's parties gave him the advantageous position of getting 
first crack at any man or woman who came into the house ... and he 
wasn't above trying either one.
     "Did you ever see Naked As An Ape?" Jimmy asked out of the 
clear blue, as Ginnie was sifting through the bin of ladies' 
masks.  He directed his question to both of them, scanning their 
faces quickly to see which one might profess interest.
     "No ..." Jim replied hesitantly.  "What is it ... a movie?"
     "Oh, Jimmy, don't you recognize me ... It's Ginnie."  She 
turned to Jim and said by way of explanation, "Jimmy's cock 
appeared in three scenes in Naked As An Ape.  It is a very famous 
underground film ..."
     His thin, black mask in place, Jim muttered, "Congratulations 
..." It was going to be a long night, he was sure of it.

*    *    *

     In the distance Kay could hear the murmur of voices.  There 
were other people in the room, but she was close ... so close, and 
this new person seemed to know just where to touch her, just what 
to do.  She felt herself being slid down from the sofa, and gently 
placed upon the soft, rug covered floor.  The warm surface of the 
textured carpet bit softly into her naked flesh, and she lay 
waiting, waiting for the rigidly pulsing cock that would bring her 
relief.  There was nothing else in the world but the yearning she 
felt between her spread thighs. "OH ... NOW ... NOW ... HURRY!" 
she called back to him.
     Ed straddled the naked young blonde's back. It was a long, 
delicately proportioned spine that shone from the thin film of 
perspiration that covered it.  This girl had been working hard!  
He turned her over slowly, not wanting to wait another moment.  
Already he sensed that they were not alone in the room.  Perhaps 
the tall Negro had returned for another try.  But he did not look 
up.  What he was doing wouldn't last long, and nothing was going 
to stop him now that he had come this far.
     Beneath him the blonde girl gasped.  He could see that her 
eyes were tightly clenched shut as she waited impatiently for his 
hotly pounding penis to take her.  "God, she doesn't even know who 
I am!" he thought.  The open wantonly gaping mouth beneath the 
ridiculous cat-mask didn't resemble any mouth that he had ever 
seen, and the fact that he didn't know this woman's name, and 
perhaps never would, sent an extra charge through the blunt end of 
his lust-swollen cock.  His hands slipped under the rounded moons 
of her white buttocks, raising them as he strained his eagerly 
jerking cock forward into her with all the strength of his naked 
hips and thighs.  She was moaning incoherently as she tightly 
wound her warm smooth legs around his thrusting hips.  Slowly, 
with a sexual deliriousness he had never experienced before, he 
wormed his way into her, letting his forcefully penetrating cock 
be inundated by the soft fleshiness of her hair-lined vaginal 
passage.  The smooth velvety folds of her girlishly tight pussy 
held him, contracting tightly around his long rigid penis.  It 
felt ten-fold better than he had imagined it would ... or could.  
He reveled in his wickedness as he felt her screwing her warm 
young buttocks up tight against his pelvis, and he could feel the 
tightness of his balls pressing hard into the moist crevice where 
the defenseless little anus lay.
     "OH YES, FUCK IT, FUCK IT HARD ... OOOOooooo GIVE IT TO 
MEEEEEEEE!" she begged.
     A crowd had gathered at the doorway, and about 8 naked bodies 
pressed close to see better, spurred on by Spade Johnnie's blow by 
blow description of the action going on inside.
     "Look at her go ... what a hot, little cunt she is!"
     "Anybody know who she is?" a man asked.
     "All I know is she tried to tell me she was at this party by 
mistake ... something about wanting to see her husband!"  Spade 
Johnnie guffawed and slipped his arm around Ginnie's waist.  "That 
little pussy just about WORE me out!  But there is some left for 
you sugar!"
     Ginnie giggled and moved her hips closer to Johnnie's.  She 
looked to see if Jim would mind if she spent a little time with 
the persuasive Negro whose self-confidence intrigued her.  But 
Jim's eyes were glued to the spectacle inside the study.  He 
didn't seem to be able to take his eyes from the sight of the cat-
masked blonde who twisted like a wild, uninhibited animal in the 
throes of heat no longer human as she spread her legs wide apart, 
pulling them up to her shoulders, bending them at the knees using 
the heels of her feet to dig into Ed's hard muscled buttocks and 
spin him deeper.  There was something terribly familiar about her 
... something that continued to ring a bell in his mind, and he 
could swear that he knew the man who was bringing the trapped 
young blonde to a mind-bending orgasm of enormous proportions.
     The remarks of the bystanders became more and more lewd by 
the minute.  Obviously both the girl and her partner were 
oblivious to anything but each other!  Just then Kay's ankles 
locked tightly together, her pink toes pressed into each other as 
she spiraled her ravenously hungry vagina up the full length of 
her brother's slippery, plunging cock.
     "Great God a Mighty ... looka' that pussy suck cock!" It was 
Spade Johnnie, whose fingers were already jiffling high beneath 
Ginnie's short skirt as she twitched back and forth.
     "Give it to her good!" somebody yelled out.
     "Hey do I get a go?" another called.
     Jim knew that he'd had too much to drink, when the lewd 
performance began to arouse him.  His thickening cock stirred 
lazily as he continued to watch the familiar looking couple, 
racking his brains to figure out where he had seen them before.
     Meanwhile, Kay's lust driven body went on unheeding the 
obscene cries and proposals.  She was almost ready to cum and 
could not stop. Sweat poured from her body, and the raging pit of 
her pumping vagina began to exude more and more lubricating 
juices.  Loud, wet noises of their fucking filled the room as Ed's 
churning cock pistoned steadily back and forth into the far depths 
of his sister's blonde pussy.
     And then it happened.  Ed clamped his mouth tightly down on 
Kay's starting a long, low moan that swelled to a shout as he 
began spewing his hot sperm deep up into his sister's hot, 
slippery passage.  She could feel it jetting into her with great 
gushing waves, filling her and swirling to mingle with the 
previous pool of cum ejaculated from Spade Johnnie's massive cock.
     "NOOOOnnnnnnooooooOOO ... NO! WAIT ... WAIT!" she cried.  She 
was still hovering on the brink, and she sobbed her frustration 
into his mouth, but it was no use. Frantically she squeezed her 
fleshy white buttocks up against the softening penis which began 
to slip away from the seething center of her being.
     His passion spent, other parts of Ed's brain set to work.  
Her voice ... her taste ... with a sudden certainty he knew!!  He 
had kissed his sister on the cheek maybe a thousand times, felt 
this same face near to his, heard this voice uttering banalities 
about the weather or complaints about too much homework from a 
strict teacher.  Kay's eyes fluttered open in her disappointment.  
She wanted to beg for the elusive orgasm that she had fought for 
so hard. It was as though she herself had failed in some terrible 
way.  Brother and sister stared directly into each other's lust-
glazed eyes.  Ed's limp cock slipped all the way out of Kay's 
still straining vagina just as her scream of recognition mingled 
with his own.
     But neither had time to react fully to the knowledge of their 
incest, for Kay's husband Jim strode over with murder in his eyes.  
It was her toes ... with that peculiar pink polish that his wife 
had always usedthey were a dead give awayand then all the little 
details about her nakedness had added up.  Only one woman could 
look like that, try as he might tell himself that his frigid, 
inhibited little wife Kay couldn't possibly be cavorting so 
shamelessly before an audience at an orgy!  But she was!  And the 
man with her was his own brother-in-law ... her brother, Ed 
Anderson!
     Jim grabbed Ed by the shoulder, catching him completely off 
guard and throwing him across the room.  A loud gasp came from the 
onlookers as though they were one man, but no one stepped forward 
to intercede.  Ed sprawled against the wall; but filled with the 
full horror of what he had just done, he scrambled back to his 
feet.  Making love to his own sister!  But what had she been doing 
there?  He had found her fucking that tough looking Negro, and now 
what?  Hurriedly trying to gather up his scattered clothing, he 
heard his attacker announce himself.
     "Come on, baby ... old Jim Carroll's gonna show you what 
fuckin' is like!"
     Totally confused and shamed, his face flushed with emotion, 
Ed pushed his way through the crowd of people at the door.  Spade 
Johnnie and Ginnie had already retired to one of the other rooms, 
and a few onlookers curiously waited to see just what would happen 
next in Winthrop Morgan's study.
     Kay felt her ankles being grabbed by powerful hands, she 
gasped and looked up through the narrow hazy slits of her dazed 
eyes and saw him.
     It was her husband!  His flushed, handsome gaping face leered 
cruelly at her from between her wide-held thighs, a nasty animal 
lust in his eyes that momentarily froze Kay's quivering body and 
wandering mind to stillness.  She lay immobile, cornered by her 
husband.  He had every right to kill her if he wanted, she thought 
fleetingly, he had every right!  A belated sense of shame and 
guilt welled up in her as she stared wordlessly back at Jim's 
righteously indignant features.  Harshly, he levered her 
unresisting legs up off the floor in an arc far back over her 
head, pressing the toes of her feet harshly into the rug on either 
side of her shoulders.  Her tortured, nakedly contorted body was 
bent back almost double, and the pain of her stretched muscles was 
almost unbearable.  Yet she did not cry out. "This," she thought, 
"is my punishment ... oh God ... Jim ... punish me ... punish me!" 
she cried out wordlessly.  He was poised over her, his hands 
holding her ankles back to the floor, his thick angry looking cock 
aimed straight at the helpless center of the up-turned split of 
her pussy.
     "Throw it to her, Jim!" Kay heard a familiar voice coming 
through her pain.  It was Jane ... she knew that it was Jane.  
"Teach her a good lesson!"
     What was she talking about?  Why was Jane saying those 
things?  She, too, must know how evil she had been, how inherently 
evil she still was ...  The whole world must know now that she had 
loved it ... love almost every moment with the black man ... and 
then every moment with her own brother!
     "OH FORGIVE ME ... FORGIVE ME JIM ... FORGIVE ME JANE!" she 
moaned.
     "What do you want, Kay ... more fucking? You've been the life 
of this party from what I hear ... and I didn't even get to see it 
all.  Tell me about what I missed, Goldilocks.  Don't you want a 
good sucking like I gave you on our wedding night ... maybe this 
time you won't make me stop!  What'll it be ... fuck or suck?  Or 
do you want to try and see if your brother can get it up again?"

*    *    *

     Jane kept a firm grip on her husband's hand. He had 
practically knocked her over in the hallway as he ran from his 
sister's arms and her husband's wrath.  It hadn't taken much to 
get the full truth out of him, it being easier for each of them 
since they were both stark naked, and both were in the most 
compromising of circumstances.  Jane was a little miffed about Ed 
getting a go at his own sister, but not on any moral grounds.
     "Frankly," she told him, as she sat him down in a corner of 
the living room by the fireplace and placed a joint of marijuana 
between his lips. "I've always thought you had the real hots for 
your sister ... so what if you fucked her ... she liked it ... 
didn't she ... and so did you!"
     Calmed by the powerful grass, Ed began to see the truth of 
his wife's words.  Certainly there was no sense in continuing to 
browbeat himself over something that had already happened anyway.  
The more he listened to Jane, and the more he looked at her and 
continued inhaling the deep blue smoke into his lungs, the more he 
began to feel that for the first time in their lives together, he 
and Jane were really understanding each other.  Strange as it 
seemed they were really communicating in a way that started to 
impart to him a sense of hope for the future that he had never 
really felt before.  A short while later they both returned to the
study, where Jane insisted that they watch the aftermath of his 
incestuous relations with his sister, Kay.

*    *    *

     "Answer me!" Jim snarled down into his wife's cringing face.
     Kay shuddered, torn between the hot desire that still 
scorched within her throbbing pussy and the sense of overwhelming 
shame that filtered through her confused brain.  She rolled her 
head from side to side, tears of frustration and humiliation 
streaming down the edges of her battered mask.
     Jim hurriedly snatched away the torn cat mask.  "Well come 
on, Miss 'I've got a headache tonight ... I ... Oh, I couldn't 
possibly!' What were you doing, sneaking out and getting it on the 
side all that time?" Jim was livid with rage as he taunted Kay but 
he continued to hold her in a helpless, lewd position.  "Well?"
     "FUCK ME!" Kay suddenly hissed through her clenched teeth.  
The tingling sparks of desire were heightened by the sheer 
helplessness of the obscene position in which Jim was holding her. 
Through heavy-lidded eyes, she could see faint forms standing near 
them ... she could make out Jane, and her brother, Ed, among them.  
It looked like they had their arms around each other, but she 
couldn't be certain.  Others were there, too, staring curiously 
down at her, following the most important episode of her life. But 
none of that was important.  Something had to be settled between 
her and Jim.  In vain she sought out the face of the young teen-
ager Jim had been seeing.  She did not see her anywhere.
     "Fuck me, Jim ... I SAID FUCK ME!" screamed Kay again at 
Jim's surprised form, and just to make sure that he understood, 
she wiggled her buttocks at him in lewd unmistakable invitation.  
He needed no further encouragement.  Heavily, his muscular body 
dropped down on her twisting nakedness, smashing her full tight 
breasts back onto her chest as his lust-swollen cock-head plunged 
into her hungry waiting cunt, pushing the unresisting moist folds 
of inner cunt flesh ahead of it in rippling waves of erotic 
reaction.
     Kay cried out loud at the brutality of her impalement, 
surprised by her husband's hardness.  But she was stunned for only 
a brief second.  Within moments the greedily moist passage of her 
vagina clasped around his meaty cudgel, slithering up wetly to 
devour its length to the hilt.  She groaned in relief at the 
filling of her already stretched pussy as he began a steady deep 
thrusting into her grinding cunt.  Her mouth opened in abandoned 
ecstasy.
     "OH JIM!"  It didn't take long.  She had been so close 
before, and now her darling husband's thickly expanding cock 
prodding the very center of her being ... right there where it 
mattered, set off the magnificent unmistakable signs.
     "I'M CUMMING ... OH GOD, JIM I'M CUMMING NOW ... FUCK ... 
FUCK ... FUCK ... FUCK MEEE ... OH MY DARLING ... 
AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!" Her hands darted behind her husband's driving 
buttocks, pulling him in maniacal frenzy deeper and deeper into 
the churning maelstrom of her lustfully spreading orgasm.  Her 
wetly milking cuntal walls began twitching around his still 
pounding cock as her cum juice flowed heatedly down between them 
into the quaking crevice of her buttocks, inundating his balls as 
they rubbed against her tight little anus.
     "WOW!" Jane exclaimed, her voice strident with excitement.  
She had begun to stroke Ed's cock with one hand, while the other 
automatically reached between her long, lanky thighs to touch at 
the quivering point of her clitoral bud.
     "MMmmm," Ed moaned as his wife's fingers created a rush of 
blood in his swelling penis, making it rise from his damp pubic 
hair to stand stiff and ready at attention in front of him. Behind 
them others were slipping down to the floor where they began to 
respond to the building desire that Jim and Kay's unrestrained 
lovemaking was creating in them.  Ed pulled Jane down to the floor 
not too far away from his sister and her husband, letting her big, 
warm breasts cover his chest as she fell softly over him, her dark 
hair falling down across his face.
     Spurred on by Kay's wildly twisting body below him, Jim 
arched his hard bloated cock more deeply into her, forcing her 
tortured legs farther and farther back over her head, fucking into 
her like a machine gone out of control.  He could not understand 
it, but his anger was gone ... completely dissipated.  He was 
experiencing something that he had long ago dreamed about.  This 
was, after all, the woman that he loved ... the girl that he had 
chosen to be his wife!  Just how much he really loved her was 
coming to him now in great waves of heat and emotion.  With each 
stroke into her softly yielding cunt, his passion-filled cock 
relayed crazy flashing lights of sensation ... of that passion 
that seared them both, that translated into a message of love.  He 
loved her!  It was a shock that made him want to shout for joy as 
Kay beneath him continued to shriek out her climax ... an orgasm 
that had been going on for at least a minute now and seemed 
unlikely ever to end as creamy juices still flowed with 
unrestricted spurts down the full quivering cheeks of her lewdly 
gyrating buttocks.
     Above her Jim groaned, and Kay could feel the full quivering 
torrent of his hot sperm shooting far up into her dilating womb.  
Her head whirled with a new kind of sensuality as the powerful 
spurts of his semen filled her to the bursting point.  The heated, 
electrically alive walls of her vagina clasped and unclasped 
desperately, sucking at his wildly jerking cock paying homage to 
it as only a cunt can.  For the first time in her marriage, Kay 
wished that she were not taking those horrid birth control pills. 
Her trembling limbs collapsed loosely on the bed as the dizzying 
heights of her fading orgasm left her weak and quivering 
helplessly.  Something powerful had transpired between them both, 
and they knew it, as Jim released his tight grip upon her legs.  
Totally exhausted and satiated, Kay lay spread-eagled on the rug, 
happily crushed beneath the weight of her husband.
     Next to them came the sounds of Jane and Ed's naked bodies 
moving against each other. Jane rose and fell above her husband, 
the erect staff of his wetly glistening cock appearing and 
disappearing.  The Carrolls watched as Jane made strong thrusts, 
lifting the wide-held softness of her spread cuntal lips to 
enclose his lust-thickened shaft ... to enclose it ... and let it 
slide with acute penetration to the uppermost regions of her womb.  
Her blissful expression, eyes half closed, teeth clenched tightly, 
was reflected on her husband's features as he gratefully accepted 
the growing friction between their meshing genitals.
     "Oh ... honey ... oh, baby ... oh ... oh ... oh!" Jane gasped 
in rhythm to her up and down motion.  Ed's hands rose to the 
quivering mounds of his buxom wife's ballooning breasts, to cup 
their softness and fondle the hard points of their crimson 
nipples.
     High within Kay's wetly pulsing loins, Jim's cock stirred 
again.
     "It was good, wasn't it?" he whispered, gently.
     Her only answer was to reach up and pull his lips down on 
hers.


Epilogue 

     Jim was kneeling between his dark haired sister-in-law's 
nakedly wide-spread legs, running his lips and tongue moistly up 
and down her body.  He had already sucked her heaving breasts into 
quivering hardness and then traced a wet, hot path down the flat 
plane of her trembling belly and her inner thighs.  Jane writhed 
beneath his flicking caresses like a woman possessed, moaning her 
lust directly up into the flat wide-spread plane of her sister-in-
law's hair-trimmed pussy.  She took the soft fold of Kay's secret 
flesh between her lips and sucked on it with renewed fervor as her 
hands tangled tightly in Jim's hair below her.
     Kay groaned with each spreading tongue lash down beneath her 
legs, her own lips fully occupied by her brother's thrusting staff 
as he nakedly knelt before her.  Kay's entire body trembled, the 
tips of her breasts responding once more to each twist of her 
brother's fingers as she sat upon her sister-in-law's moving lips.  
In a few moments they would change position again, and Kay could 
tell that someone was about to join them.  It wouldn't be the 
first time that night, she thought as she felt the tell-tale 
tingling flashing in her twitching clitoris, starting a wild brush 
fire in her over-wet pussy.  The taste of her brother's seeping 
cock inundated her willing mouth, and Kay couldn't wait to do the 
same thing to Jim.  She was sure that he would like it. There were 
so many things to do now that she hardly knew just where to begin.  
Her entire world had opened up, and there was an endless vista 
before them.  She felt that together she and Jim could do anything 
... go anywhere ... be anyone they wanted to be ...  She was 
liberated at last from the shackles of her body, and for this she 
was grateful to her sister-in-law Jane, and yes, to someone else, 
too.
     A small female figure stood beside the dedicated foursome, 
and Kay looked up from the mouth-filling shape of her brother's 
slippery penis.
     A naked, young girl looked down at her, her twin-pointed 
breasts jutting proudly up, and smiled wryly.
     "Good night, Mrs. Carroll," she said.  "Tell Jim I said good-
bye ..."
     Kay did not answer, because the girl turned and walked 
rapidly away.  "Thank you," she said silently, to Ginnie Reordon, 
knowing now that it was she who had sent those anonymous notes.
     "Thank you very much," she thought, feeling Ed's cock grow 
stiff in her mouth as she tongued the smooth, rubbery head and 
slid the sleeve of his foreskin back and forth with her fingers.
     Winthrop Morgan stood in the doorway watching the devoted 
family gathering.  He saw them shift again and again, changing 
partners with an ease that he didn't often see.  He was 
particularly impressed by the fact that they so readily accepted 
more than one interested outsider in their midst, and he planned 
on joining them himself before the night was over. Tomorrow he was 
leaving for his trip, but he wanted to let Jim know that with a 
wife and family like his, he personally intended to see that Jim 
Carroll's star rose to great heights over the township of Granger.

*    *    *

     "And to think," Kay crooned to her husband when they lay 
alone together at last in their own bedroom, and bright daylight 
streamed through their window, "we wasted all those long years 
..."
     "Yes," Jim said, sleepily.
     "But I promise you darling, that this little pussy between my 
legs will make it up to you for many years to come!"
     "One more time?" Jim asked, reviving slightly, his hands 
smoothing along his wife's silken thigh.
     "One more time!" she replied enthusiastically.


The End
